by Pamela Prim
If he caught me in his office, never mind masturbating on his desk, I would be dead before he handed me over to the school authorities.
“Lily—” I tried again.
“Oh and don’t forget to take off your panties before you get there. It would be much quicker for you so you can get in and out before you’re caught,” Neila suggested, her voice ringing with malicious laughter.
I stared at the three laughing girls in my room and suddenly I realized that this was not about the dare; not really. This, for them, was about humiliation: my humiliation. They wanted me begging and groveling at their feet; they wanted to savor my defeat and humiliation. Me. Diane Macpherson. They didn’t know whom they were dealing with.
The witch in me awakened in fiery anger and just like that I knew I was not only going to masturbate on the Professor’s desk, I was going to enjoy it too. I was going to cum hard and fast on that hard oak table that anyone who saw the video would know I wasn’t there to just “fuck myself” as Lily put it, I was there to make wild love to myself!
I rose to my feet and without another word, I strode to my closet. Hushed silence fell over the other three girls as they watched my every move with disbelief. They had not expected me to do it, I realized. They had more to learn.
Diane Macpherson was so many things, but a coward was not one of them. I ruled my world with an iron fist hidden away in silk gloves. I was Student Body President for the third time running and I had never been known to beg anyone; yet I had begged these three cretins and they wanted more? Never!
I jerked my sweatshirt over my head and tossed it onto the floor. I had nothing on underneath and my huge size 36D boobs swung this way and that. I was always very proud of my boobs; they were firm and perky despite my huge size and they never failed to cause a guy to break in his stride and do a double take. It didn’t hurt either that I was an extremely pretty brunette with long curly eyelashes that fanned against my cheeks and softened my face even more. I had wide blue eyes that gave me a deceptively innocent appearance, a tiny, red, button mouth and an hour-glass figure. My hips curved sinfully beneath my round butt-cheeks and I had long, straight, slim legs that my ex had remarked, “seemed to go on forever”.
I was twenty and very aware of my own sexuality; I reveled in it. That was probably why nothing gave me more joy than watching the top of Lily’s head disappear between my thighs. My clitoris twitched in warning at the thought and I gave myself a light slap on the thigh.
Time to refocus. I needed to get dressed and be in and out of Professor Calix Eleftherios’ office before some bright-eyed janitor saw me. I grabbed a short flared dress done in a popular African fabric, ankara. The feel of the soft almost-cottony material and its jarringly bright colors was just what I needed right now. I grabbed my white lace bra and the matching panties and tugged them on. Then I pulled the dress over my head and down my body.
I shoved my feet in a pair of white converse and grabbed my small leather tote purse.
“I’m going,” I announced. Belatedly I reached back into my drawer and grabbed my biggest dildo. I heard Neila gasp in admiration but I ignored her.
“Uh-huh. And what will you take the video with?” Lily demanded.
I stared at her as though she had grown too dumb to live. “My phone?”
I didn’t add duh but I think she sensed the sarcasm anyway.
She started to say something, saw the evil eye I gave her and wisely changed her mind.
I grabbed my iPhone from its position on my bed and slammed out of the room.
It was a good thing I had decided to wear a converse, I thought few minutes later as I landed on my feet after climbing in through the Professor’s window. Who knew the man also locked his office? He was such a fastidious soul, I thought in wry amusement as I looked around for the best position. I spied a comfy looking sofa and started for it when I remembered it was supposed to be the desk.
With a sigh, I headed towards the desk. It was huge and big. I climbed onto it from his side and spread my legs wide. I had already positioned the iPhone high up close to the AC vent and then I took out my dildo. It was pink and rubbery.
Eyes fastened on the iPhone, I carried the dildo to my lips and licked it slowly with my tongue. I winked at the camera and then I lay down on the desk and spread my legs wide. I used my left hand to pull my lace panties to the side and then with my right I began to thrust the dildo in and out of my pussy. Harder, faster.
I had already gotten enough for the camera but I was horny as fuck. I had been horny all day and before I knew it I was moaning and groaning and writhing as I fucked myself—literally— on Professor Eleftherios’ desk. I used my other hand and began to rotate it gently in circles; round and round and round on the tiny nub of flesh that gave extra pleasure on my clitoris.
I was close, I realized, my hips wriggling as I rubbed the soft dildo over and over again against my G-spot. Pleasure pooled between my thighs and the tension began to build as I came dangerously close to an orgasm.
I threw my head back and began to moan throatily and loudly, forgetting my surroundings, as my pussy began to tense and —
“What the fuck?!”
The familiar voice was like being doused with a full bucket of ice water. Arousal fled immediately and I jack-knifed to a seating position even as I automatically ripped the sodding wet dildo out of my pussy.
I was trembling from head to foot as I scrambled off the desk and turned to face the angry professor.
Professor Calix Eleftherios was here! In person! I was dead! I was officially dead!
Calix Eleftherioswas even more handsome than I remembered in a navy blue turtle-neck sweater and a pair of stone-wash jeans. He was also angrier than I had ever seen him. His teeth was grinding quietly together as he stared at me in silence.
I was shaking so badly I was afraid my knees wouldn’t support me for much longer. I had always prided myself on being fearless— and I was— but today every last courage had deserted me as I waited for the professor to say something.
He shut the door behind him, the quiet click ominous in the strained silence and then he tossed his briefcase onto the sofa I had been eyeing earlier.
He flicked me a glance and I felt impaled on his gaze. He had this golden sort of eyes that reminded me of a lion prowling hungrily in the jungle in search of prey.
I clasped both hands in front of me in silent plea as I began to shake my head. “Please. I’m so sorry sir. Please. It was a mistake.”
He didn’t seem impressed as he took off his coat and headed for the coat rack. He hung it up and headed towards his chair behind the desk. I was in his way so I quickly skirted around the other side of the desk. He plunged onto his chair and looked up at me.
“Who are you?”
I licked my lips. “Um, Lilian Cooper,” I lied.
“Nice try, Diane. Diane Macpherson, Finance major.”
My eyes widened into saucers. He knew my name—my full name— and my major?
“Um, yes. I’m sorry I lied sir. I was afraid.”
“Afraid?”
“Yes sir. Of what you might do to me,” I whispered, staring brokenly at my converse as I waited for him to call security and hand me over.
“You weren’t scared when you came up with the bright idea of coming into my office and… pleasuring yourself right on my desk?” he demanded, his gaze trained on my face. “Why scared now?”
I swallowed and looked up determined to somehow talk my way out of this one. It was the only way. I couldn’t claim a fake identity; the man fucking knew my name and department. I had to appeal to his humane side.
“Listen Prof, I could lie and say I was sleepwalking or under the influence or anything. But I’m not gonna do that okay? I’m just gonna give it to you straight and not lie.”
“That would be refreshing,” he agreed.
I sighed. He wasn’t going to let go of the fact that I lied about my name was he? Suddenly I almost hated him. Then I looked up a
t his cute face and I just didn’t have it in me to hate him.
“My friends made me do it,” I whispered.
He looked around the otherwise empty office, before looking back at me with a confused look on his handsome face. His meaning was clear: friends? What friends? There was no one besides both of us.
“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 I 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 lave 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 catwalked 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.
Suddenly without warning Calix landed a very hot slap on my buttock. The unexpected pain mingled with the pleasure of him thrusting against my G-spot and just like that I began to cum.
Wave after wave of pleasure crashed through me as my pussy began to pulse and squirt cum onto him. He pulled out and replace his dick with his lips, drinking his fill of my juices.
I groaned and released the last of the liquid while he laved it up. His lips located my clitoris and he began to kiss and lick the tiny bud. My entire body reacted at once and I groaned and held onto the table a fresh pleasure began to build.
Then suddenly Calix was fucking me again. This time he laid me on my back on his desk and continued to ram into me even as his hands shaped and squeezed my breasts. He threw his head back his teeth cle
nched as he fucked me harder and harder and harder.
Then with a hoarse cry, he started to cum. He groaned as he poured his sperm straight into my wet willing pussy shooting loads and loads of cum into me.
When he was done injecting me with his sperm, he pulled out, his dick glistening with his juices and mine as he dragged me down and forced me to my knees. I understood what he wanted at once and I opened my lips over his dick and began to lick and kiss his dick once again.
He held my head, holding me in place as he began to fuck my mouth. This time though, his pace was slow, leisurely, gentle.
He pulled out of my mouth just as I was getting warm. “Stand up Diane and take off that damn bra,” he ordered.
I did as he told and watched as boyish delight lit his eyes when my mammoth breasts swung free. He reached a hand for the side of my panties and ripped them in two impatiently.
I silently let the ruining material fall to my ankles and then I kicked it away, standing before him stark naked.
He made quick work of his remaining clothes too and my breath caught in my throat. Professor Calix Eleftherios was very simply magnificent! The man was built like iron with washboard abs and tight, high nipples; his chest was smooth as a baby’s and his dick… oh his sumptuous dick…
I didn’t realize I was already licking my lips in anticipation until I saw myself reach out a hand to caress his hard length.
He dipped one hand into his drawer and whipped out an object; it was sealed in its pack and still obviously brand new.
I stopped stroking him, my gaze fastened in surprise on what he had in his hands.
“You want me to apply lipstick?” I said baffled.
He grinned, the smile slow and incredibly arresting. “You’re so innocent.”
The words sent a shiver down my spine. I was anything but innocent, thank you very much, but the way he’d said the words sounded almost as though he could not wait to corrupt that innocence.
As though he had read my mind, he indicated the cushion at the corner of the room, “Lie down Diane. I’ll be more than happy to teach you.”
