NUDE GAMES {very interesting story 4}

“We had a dare,” I added in explanation.

A muscle worked in his jaw as he regarded me in stony silence. “Are you a bunch of preschoolers?” he demanded, his Greek accent coming through heavily in the strained words.

I shook my head mutely feeling his anger wash all over me. I returned my gaze to my feet. I raised my head suddenly and surprised a look of arousal on his face as his gaze fastened on my big boobs.

I looked away immediately even as everything in me settled down. I was going to walk out of here, I suddenly knew.

The good Prof was already staring at my boobs which meant these babies were my ride out of this joint.

“I should hand you over to the school authority,” he muttered, glaring at me.

There was no heat in his voice anymore. I dashed around the desk and knelt before him, clasping both hands in front of me. Then I lifted my head, letting him see a sheen of fake tears in my eyes. “Please don’t. I’ll do anything. Please,” I whispered even as I casually placed my hands against his thighs.

He shrugged, looking stern and unmoved.

“I could get expelled in a heartbeat,” I pleaded. “And my mum... well she would just die if I were to be thrown out. Please.”

“I have to make you pay some way,” he told me.

Our eyes met, understanding flashed and I reached for his zipper and unzipped it even as he hurriedly unbuckled his belt. His dick sprang free and my heart crowed with delight; he was every inch as huge as I had expected.

 For such a slim man he was really packing some serious heat down below, I thought. His dick was so huge he had to be about a size 11. “What are you doing?” he asked as I reached for the hem of my dress. “Stripping. What does it look like?”

I tossed the gown and returned to him wearing only my bra and panties. His hands reached for my breasts with gratifying speed and I slapped them away as I bent to take his hard, warm length between my lips.

He tasted almost salty and so deliciously clean, I felt like licking him from head to toe. He had to be about forty which meant he was a good twenty years older than me; but he was so deliciously handsome and exciting it was all I could do to keep my hands off him.

My tongue flicked across the smooth velvety tip of his penis, stroked down his hard, long length and licked his balls.

 “Oh yeah,” he groaned, fisting a hand in my heavy fall of hair. “You do that so well Diane.”

“Thank you Professor,” I rasped. I opened my mouth over his dick and swallowed as much of the hard, firm, fat length as I could. He was so huge my heart had almost stopped in my chest when I had seen him for the first time.

“Calix,” he corrected, throwing back his head as he groaned in enjoyment of my sucking.

“Calix,” I repeated obediently as I began to move my head up and down the length of his penis. I fisted a hand around the base of his dick and matched the rhythm to that of my lips.

Suddenly he reached beneath my armpits and jerked me to a seating position atop his laps. I gasped in surprise and stared up at him in surprise.

He took advantage of my half-open, surprised lips and plunged his tongue into my mouth in a kiss that was so wildly bold and erotic it made every last one of my toes curl. I clung to him, gasping as he milked my tongue and twisted his tongue in my mouth this way and that.

His lips were surprisingly soft, I noted dimly even as one large masculine hand closed around my breast, squeezing and kneading gently through the sheer lace of my bra. Without warning he wrenched his lips from mine and bent to kiss and suckle my left breast.

I groaned, writhing against him as a rollercoaster of emotion roiled through me. He was so sexy and experienced!

One long, slim hand trailed between my thighs and my legs fell open in mute surrender. Calix worked a finger between my thighs, stroking the silken flesh of my skin so lightly that my breath caught in my throat and all the while he continued to leave at my nipples one after the other.

He pushed my panties to the side and I heard him grunt with male satisfaction as his hand encountered my swollen, wet, pulsing, dripping pussy. I squirmed, widening my legs even more as he immediately dipped one long, straight finger right into my wet pussy.
I hissed in pleasure.

He pulled the hand out and lifted his head, his gaze holding mine as he carried the finger to his lips and licked it clean.

The sight was so incredibly erotic, I was afraid I was going to cum right then and there.

I made an animal sound of arousal deep in my throat; low and guttural and decidedly unfeminine.

 Calix laughed, “Yes that’s right. I want that wild girl; unrestrained.”

I shot him a look of confusion. He kissed my eyes closed as he whispered against my skin, “Every time you cat walked into my class last semester, I felt sure I was gonna burst my pants! I have wanted you from the first day I clapped eyes on you. Your huge breasts always called to me; your smooth, long legs made me dream of having them wrapped around my waist as I fucked you again and again.”

Oh boy! I thought swallowing through suddenly dry throat. The man was a master at seduction even with just words!

“One day you wore a plaid skirt and a blouse so low I could almost see your nipples, I had to escape from class on some pretext. I dashed to my office and jerked off with your image in my mind’s eye.”

“I didn’t know you even liked me,” I whispered as he moved his lips to my temple. “You always seemed so serious and... mean.”

Calix’s finger thrust into me again without warning and I gasped and arched. He raised his head, his eyes burning into mine as he began to fuck me with his finger. “It was either keep you at a distance or climb you right there in class and go to town,” he growled.

I screamed, the mental image so powerful I could not take it again. The scream had barely died down before he was jerking his finger from my pussy and jerking me to my feet.

I looked at him in surprise as he stood too, his face set with determination and such focus I felt a tingle of alarm at his intensity.

“Calix?” I tried even as he bent me over his desk.

“I can’t wait Diane,” he growled. “I’ve wanted you for so long it’s killing me,” he grunted as he jerked my panties to one side with one finger, positioned his dick at my entrance and before I could even get a word out, he thrust home.

I screamed in pleasure and he rammed into me again. He was so huge he filled up completely as though he had been tailor-made for me.

He began to fuck him—hard. He was going so fast it was almost as though he had been in a race and I realized he was driven by lust pure and simple.

I threw one look over my shoulder and shuddered in pleasure as I saw the look of almost desperate lust on his handsome features.

I felt a thrill of feminine power that such a powerful man could want me so badly. I began to shake and shiver as he fucked me harder and harder and harder. I bent my head over the desk, feeling the wash of sensation over me.