Rough Erotica

by Lexi Lovelost

  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 clenched 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.”

  My breath caught in my throat as I did as he bade. He slowly ripped the pack opened and then spread my legs wide. He knelt between my legs and placed the tip of the ‘lipstick’ against my pussy. As soon as it began to vibrate, my legs began to quake and shake as a dim part of my brain suddenly understood that the lipstick was actually a vibrator.

  It began to vibrate against my clitoris even as he dipped two forefingers into me. I moaned, feeling my tight pussy stretch to accommodate the two fingers as he began to stroke me in and out, in and out, in and out.

  The vibrating motion moved to the top of my clitoris while his lips began to suck the cleft and he continued to finger-fuck me. I felt as though the world had morphed into one giant orgasm.

  My entire body began to shake and in mere seconds, I was squirting pussy juice onto his hands and mouth and lips. My hips bucked as my pussy contracted again and again and again.

  I slowly came back to earth, my body shaking as I opened my eyes. Calix was staring down at me, his eyes clouded with desire and his lips half-parted in a sign of deep lust.

  I licked my lips and tilted my head to one side, my blue eyes sparkling as I observed, “You’re so handsome. Know that?”

  He made a face as he rose to his feet. “You have no idea how irritating it is when people stop and stare.”

  I grinned, carrying my feet to the ground as I rose to a standing position as well. I wanted him and I wanted him now. I was insatiable. Who could blame me? The guy was eye candy.

  “I think I do,” I said casually. “They do that to me too.”

  It was a silent invitation for him to look at me and it worked. His eyes burned with heat as his gaze travelled over my 36D boobs, my flat stomach, curvy hips and long legs and he grinned, “I know how they feel. You’re seriously hot. I almost danced a jig when I walked in and found you on my desk,” he confessed.

  I smiled, flushed with pleasure at his words.

  “I’ll be on my way then,” I said softly.

  He stilled. “You haven’t given me reason yet not to report you.”

  My eyes widened. “We just—”

  “I haven’t even begun,” he cut in.

  The silent promise and threat in the words made my pussy tighten in anticipation. He still had more in mind?

  “Come here,” Calix said lazily.

  I padded to where he stood. He raised one hand and trailed it slowly down my cheek, the feeling feather-light. He trailed the hand from my cheek down my neck until he got to my breasts. He bent his head and began to suckle my nipples. I was wet all over again.

  The man was going to make me die of pleasure.

  “Calix,” I moaned, not even knowing what I was going to say.

  “Shh, shh, shh,” he whispered. He raised his head and began to kiss me. I clung to him as he melded his lips with mine in a drugging kiss. Then slowly, he lifted his head and began to kiss my neck.

  “I want you. Please don’t leave me,” I pleaded, mindless with pleasure.

  His rock-hard erection pressed against my belly as he wordlessly began to kiss me. Then he slowly began to kiss his way down my stomach. I groaned, pressing against him in anticipation. I couldn’t wait for him to lick my pussy again. I could never get enough of his kisses, his licking, his fucking.

  A door banged somewhere in the hallway and we both jumped about a foot high, springing apart immediately as our gazes clashed in mutual horror. Who was coming?

  Hurriedly I jerked my clothes and converse off the ground and out of the corner of my eyes, I saw Calix hurriedly jerking on his clothes as I dashed into the adjourning toilet and slammed the door shut. I heard a loud authoritative knock on his door and then suddenly, the Dean’s voice.

  My eyes widened in horror. What was going on?

  “Professor? Why are you here so late?” the Dean demanded in his cultured English voice.

  I heard the deep murmur of Professor Calix’s voice. “I have tons of work to get through. I decided to pull an all-nighter.”

  “Hmm. And you’re… all alone in here?”

  There was a shrug in Calix’s voice. “My TA is still out on her maternity leave. Who else would possibly work so late with me?”

  Gawd the man sounded so calm and collected no one would believe he had been drilling my pussy just seconds ago!

  “Hmm,” the Dean repeated. I could almost sense him looking around the office.

  “Something wrong Sir?” Calix demanded.

  “Hmmmm,” the Dean murmured noncommittally and I thought distractedly too.

  “Is there something you want because if there isn’t, I would like to get back to my work. Sir,” Calix added. He sounded irritated at this point.

  “I’m gonna be straight with you Calix, I got a report that some girl was seen stealing into your office over an hour ago. I just wanted to be sure whatever girl she is isn’t a student,” he said.

  I caught the thin veneer of anger in the Dean’s voice even as my heart clutched in my throat. A report? Those three fucking bitches had sent me on an impossible dare and ratted me out to the Dean! I could not believe it! This was outside the bounds of all decency! How could they do that to me?

  Anger swelled in me as I wildly began to look for a way out of the restroom. There was a window but it was high and barred. Oh no; if the Dean ever bothered to look in here, I was dead! Dead as death! Deader than a doornail! The deadest of them all!

  “Well I see there’s no one here. Um, you wouldn’t mind if I took a leak in your restroom would you Prof?” I heard the Dean say as he marched towards the door.

  Instinctively, I locked it from within and held my breath, waiting. I heard him rattle the door and then rattle it some more.

  “It doesn’t open.”

  “No I imagine it doesn’t,” Professor Calix said silkily. “Especially since I already filled out a request for maintenance to come take a look. It’s been jammed for a week!”

  Silence.

  “But since you’re hell bent on a shakedown at 2am and searching every inch of my office, then be my guest Dean. I’ll let you handle the door while I get back to work!”

  I heard the unmistakable whoosh of air as Professor Calix obviously sank onto his seat. A beat of silence ensued and then the Dean said slowly, “I’m sorry my friend, if I have offended you.”

  “There’s no ‘if’ about it. You have,” Calix cut in roughly.

  “I sincerely apologize. I
was merely acting based on the information I had.”

  “Your information was very wrong,” Calix said baldly. “Besides I thought you had known me long enough to know I would never involve myself with a student. Why would you believe such a flimsy report? Have you ever heard such a thing about me? I wouldn’t be surprised if that report came from some gaggle of mischievous students who wanted to ensure you were out of your office long enough for them to carry out some mischief in your office!”

  Calix was on such a credible tirade I couldn’t believe my ears. Anyone would feel like a heel for doubting him.

  Evidently the Dean wasn’t any different. He apologized profusely and began to leave. Suddenly he stopped, “Professor? There’s a purple stuff under your desk. It looks like… a dildo?”

  Shit! I was in trouble, I knew instinctively. Without waiting to hear more, I climbed the toilet seat and pulled myself up to the window level. The iron bars were liftable and the window opened out. I lifted the bars and pushed open the window frame before slowly easing myself over the window and hanging on the pipes. The professor’s office was three floors up which meant it was quite a drop. No way was I dropping down and killing myself over some sex night gone bad.

  I used my leg to kick the window shut.

  I heard the crash as the bathroom door was obviously kicked in and then I heard the shocked silence.

  “I cannot believe this!” Professor Calix roared, beside himself. I slowly eased myself down the pipe and then to the second floor. I had already slid my feet into my converse so I closed my eyes and let myself drop two floors down to the ground. I landed safely and rolled to hide behind the shrubs. “Have you found ten girls in the bathroom then?”

  I could hear Professor Calix still yelling and screaming blue murder upstairs. I didn’t hear the Dean anymore. He was obviously shame-faced with regret.

  Several minutes later, I saw the Dean stalk out the doors, cursing under his breath and muttering about anonymous ‘tips’. He started his car and drove off.

  Shakily, I rose to my feet and stared after him just as a hard pair of hands clamped around my arm.