Fantasy Actress Roleplays

[Krishan202]

When would drab, bumbling Professor  ever have seen a girl as hot as this? Assuming he could get an erection in the first place, there was no way he would be able to control himself once this new, sexy Natesh got started on him. At the least it would be over quickly but if she really played her cards right, she might even get him to cum in his pants and not have to touch his wrinkly old body at all.



She took a deep breath, took one last look at herself in the mirror then, with a satisfied smile, tottered over to the bathroom door and opened it.

She was a little surprised to see that the Professor had pulled out the old leather sofa and converted it into a rather large double divan with clean white sheets.

She was less surprised to see him standing nervously beside the mattress in his bathrobe. He had brushed his hair and somehow seemed to be taller, more poised and erect than she had expected; in fact his stoop had completely disappeared.

He turned towards her and his jaw dropped open in surprise. Natesh posed awkwardly in the doorway, feeling his eyes raking over her body from her hair to her heels, pausing for a long time on her breasts and panties.

"I... um... "

"Do you like my lingerie, Professor?" she asked softly, walking slowly towards him, making sure her hips swung just the right amount. "I chose it especially for you."



"You... you look very attractive, Miss... "

"Call me Natesh," she said.

He silently passed her a large white wine. Natesh raised her glass.

"Here's to a mutually beneficial agreement," she smiled.

For a few moments they sipped their drinks. Natesh had to fight to stop her hand from shaking but the Professor seemed a lot more composed than she had expected.

'Concentrate!' she told herself; 'the sooner you start, the sooner it will all be over!'

"Would you like to touch me?" she asked, smiling sweetly.

"Yes... I think I would."

The Old Man reached out a tentative hand and his fingers brushed against her arm. Natesh winced at the first physical contact. He pulled his hand away suddenly.

"Your hands are cold," she grinned. "Don't worry; I like it!"

Emboldened, he put down his glass and began to stroke Natesh's soft skin with both hands, from her shoulders down her arms to her fingers and back to her neck. She breathed in deeply, thrusting her large breasts towards him. He stroked them clumsily through the black fabric of her bra.

"Shall I take it off?"

Natesh reached behind her back and a moment later the black lacy garment was on the floor. Her full, pale breasts broke free, standing proudly forward. The Old Man's hand rose tentatively until the tips of his fingers brushed against her large, dark brown nipples; the teats hardened quickly. He tickled them more firmly, teasing their small dark tips with surprising dexterity.



"Mmmm! That's nice," she murmured, realising that it wasn't actually a lie.

Encouraged, his hands cupped her full globes, massaging them, kneading them. It felt surprisingly pleasant though the angle was awkward. Natesh slowly turned around so her back was towards the Old Man's chest and leaned against him. His long arms wrapped around her body and she felt his hands exploring with growing confidence from her arms to her hard nipples then down over her womanly belly.



"Do you like this... Natesh?" the Professor whispered in her ear.

"Mmmm! Yes I do," she replied truthfully.

"I can tell!"

She sighed as his fingers danced over her tummy, her hips and her soft thighs, toying with the suspender belt and the tops of her stockings before sliding dextrously down the front of her panties. His fingertips tangled with her neatly trimmed pubic hair, making her giggle.

"Too much?" he whispered in her ear.

"No. That's nice too," she sighed.

Then she felt a long, bold, confident finger starting to slide down into her slit. She gasped and involuntarily closed her thighs to keep the invader out before remembering what she was there to do. Natesh opened her legs just enough to give him a little extra access to her most private place and was rewarded by a slow, smooth stroke across the underside of her clitoris. Then another longer one, then another.

"Mmmm!"



The finger was certainly doing its job; from the base of her slit, across the entrance to her vagina to the rock hard nub of her clitoris, her entire vulva was being stimulated.

The Old Man must have accidentally stumbled on her most sensitive zones because the arousal within Natesh was mounting quickly. She felt the delving finger on her clitoris again, moving in tiny circles; her arousal climbed higher and higher, a warm glow was beginning to ripple out from her belly...

Surely this wasn't happening! Surely this Old Man couldn't be giving her an orgasm with his fingers so soon into their assignation! That wasn't the plan at all and yet...



She had to get back in control!

"Would you like me to touch you now?" she asked, wriggling her nearly-spasming vulva away before the building orgasm could take hold.