Fantasy Actress Roleplays

[Krishan202]

"That would be nice," the Professor replied as if completely unaware of the effect he had just had on his young partner. "If you don't mind..."

"It would be my pleasure," Natesh smiled, desperate to regain control of the situation; anxious to bring the whole event to a close before embarrassing herself in front of him.

Imagine the shame of letting this Old Man give her a full blown orgasm using only his fingers! She was the one who was supposed to be bringing him to an early climax.



Feeling grateful for her escape, Natesh gently pulled the end of the Professor's towelling belt. The bow unfastened easily and the robe fell open. She opened it wider and looked at the Old Man's body then frowned in puzzlement. His cock was still limp and his pubic hair grey as expected but she hadn't expected the hair to be neatly trimmed or the rapidly-firming member to be so obviously... oversized.

In fact it was huge! His belly was considerably flatter and more toned than she had expected too, and his legs were far from the spindly pegs she had imagined. Something deep inside her felt unsettled but at least the experience looked like being considerably less revolting than she had feared.

"You have a lovely big cock, Professor," Natesh smiled, taking his member in her right hand and stroking it slowly.

"Thank you," he mumbled.

"I wonder how big it gets when it's really hard."



She felt more in charge now the risk of her climaxing had passed. The lingerie had been a great idea, filling her with confidence and helping to distance the sweet, hard-working student from the half-whore she was pretending to be.

She dropped to her knees and her left hand slipped deep between his thighs to cup his tightening sack. Natesh gently squeezed, feeling its rounded contents while her right hand pulled back the skin on his shaft, exposing his smooth, pale-purple head.

Her hopes that he would be unable to get an erection at all were dashed; the already-thick shaft was growing larger and firmer. Barely a minute later, her hand was pumping a long, hard and monstrously thick pole of muscle while her other squeezed the tight, full sack at its base.

"Mmmm that's nice!"

Natesh realised that this was the first expression of pleasure the Professor had spoken since she had emerged from the bathroom. It was encouraging; maybe if she worked harder she could make him cum in her hand and avoid any more seriously intimate contact altogether. She began to pump her fist up and down, blowing on the smooth, swollen tip of his erection.



"Is this nice?" she asked, smiling.

"It's ... very pleasant... Miss Nabha Natesh."

"Natesh," she corrected him, then slowly opened her mouth and took the end of his shaft deep between her lips.

"Oh my goodness!"

The Professor sighed as her soft, smooth tongue began to smother his sensitive end, working its way down the shaft, then back to tickle all around the ridge between shaft and cap. It felt huge and powerful, filling her mouth with its raw masculine presence and as she sucked and licked, Natesh felt herself lubricating copiously.



Surely she wasn't getting turned on by this Old Man! And yet this was perhaps the biggest cock she had ever encountered.

Surely if she just kept on licking and sucking she could make him cum, if not on her boobs then, if nothing else would do, in her mouth.

Surely this Old Man couldn't hold out much longer.

Natesh applied her talents as never before, licking, sucking and kissing the thick pole of muscle in her mouth. She was rewarded with many moans and sighs of pleasure but there was no sign of impending climax. Indeed the more attention she gave to the Professor's cock, the harder, thicker and more stable it seemed to become and the more her own body seemed to desire it.

Something was definitely wrong; it wasn't supposed to be like this.



But there could be no backing out; if he wasn't going to cum either in her hand or mouth, she would have to go all the way and let him fuck her.

She had been prepared for this; what she had not been prepared for was the ache in her lower belly and the tingling coming from her soaking wet vulva that seemed to intensify with every stroke of her tongue. She had not expected her own body to betray her and actually want to be fucked!

Then the Old Man's fingers were under her chin, raising her pretty young face, his cock still between her lips. He was smiling. A moment later he had taken her by the hands, pulled his shaft gently from her mouth and raised her to her feet.



"Is it time...?" she asked in a hushed whisper. He nodded.

Natesh backed towards the divan until she felt the edge against the back of her calves. She lowered herself to the bed and lay back on the clean white sheet. The Professor was staring at her appreciatively as his bath robe fell to the floor leaving him fully naked.