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"And your answer would be, Miss Nabha Natesh?"


Professor Rajarao's voice brought Natesh to her senses with a jolt.

"Wh... what?"



"Young lady, there are only four of us in this tutorial. Is it really too much to expect you to remain awake and paying attention? Are the rest of us really so uninteresting?"

Shit! Had she really dozed off only four feet away from her Tutor; the man whose final assessment would determine the quality of degree with which she would soon leave University?

"I'm sorry, Professor. I didn't sleep well last night. Would you mind repeating the question?"

The older man sighed resignedly.

"I know Monday mornings are never popular among students but with only a few months of study before the final examinations I would have thought..."

Natesh listened to Professor Rajarao's lecture yet again. She knew it almost by heart and had actually recited it to her friends in the pub only two nights before. But she also knew if she had paid attention to its content months ago, she might not be in the difficult position she now faced.

She tried to look as if she was listening as the Professor droned on but concentrating was so hard after only three hours' sleep.



Once again, the 'glass of wine' with her flatmate the previous night had attracted the attention of the boys from the flat above. Once again the evening had developed into a long night of drinking, watching movies and playing cards. Once again she had fallen into bed around three o'clock and into her own bed two hours later, flushed and sticky.

Natesh believed in a work-hard-play-hard attitude to student life and had pursued this throughout . During the first two years this hadn't mattered; the marks she had received had been excellent. They hadn't counted much towards her final degree but, confident in her ability, she had taken maximum advantage of all the ancient city had to offer a pretty, well-off girl.

Now, in her final year, all that had changed and every mark was vital if Natesh was to follow her mother into the legal profession. At first she had found this change hard to deal with and had found it impossible to give up her socially rewarding but academically damaging lifestyle.



As a result, her marks had started to slip! That would never do; apart from her own competitive nature, what would her hard-nosed, career oriented mother say if Natesh failed to get the degree her abilities warranted?

Her Mother  was a high-flying Lawer despite having been a single mother for several years after graduation. This, as everyone pointed out, was a difficult example for her daughter to live up to.

Natesh took after her mother physically but that was where the resemblance appeared to end. She was blonde, large-breasted and strikingly attractive. Like her rather errant daughter, she too had studied in same college, indeed, if Professor Rajarao - the tutor they shared over twenty years apart - was to be believed, She had been a model student. Certainly she had graduated with a First Class degree, had been snapped up by one of the top five firms and her career had taken wings.



Natesh often suspected this wasn't the whole truth; after all she was only twenty two years younger than her mother; even the simplest of calculations showed that the Great Lady must have been pregnant when she left University.

"I can't understand how so many of you waste so much of the precious opportunity you have been given..."

The Professor's voice droned on. Natesh tried to look as if she was listening but the throbbing in her head and the queasiness on her tummy were too great a distraction. She bit her lower lip to try and remain alert and looked at the Tutor they all referred to as 'the Old Man'.

In his baggy, unfashionable corduroy trousers, un-ironed checked shirt and shapeless cardigan, Professor Rajarao looked the epitome of the distracted. He was grey, unfit, a little stooping and even wore an ancient tweed jacket with leather patches on the elbows.



Unmarried and of indeterminate age, he had avoided the usual rumours about closet homosexuality. In fact if anything he had acquired a reputation for looking a little too intently at his female students' breasts and legs during tutorials; the 'Old Man' had become the 'Dirty Old Man'.

Natesh had felt the weight of his appreciative gaze on her body many times, especially when wearing the low cut tops and very short skirts she preferred whatever the weather. But there had never been any suggestion of inappropriate physical contact and his relationships with the female academic and domestic staff appeared relaxed and cordial as if they found him friendly and unthreatening.



Whatever his appearance and sexual preferences might be, Professor Rajarao's legal brain was still razor sharp as his many published opinions, articles and learned papers clearly testified. His acerbic, sarcastic wit was sharp too as Natesh herself had found out on several memorable occasions.

"Returning to my original question..."

To her relief, the Professor's admonition had ended and the tutorial recommenced and miraculously, Natesh found she knew the answer to the question she had missed. She replied and was complimented. She answered the next two questions correctly too and the rest of the morning's session passed much more productively.

As the college clock chimed twelve and the students rose to leave, the Professor asked her to remain for a few moments. Natesh's heart sank. This could only mean one thing; a further, personal lecture to follow his earlier admonitions to the group.

"You are aware your mother was one of my students, Miss Nabha Natesh?" he began, his eyes disconcertingly on Natesh's rather ample breasts.



Her heart sank; Natesh had already heard enough stories about her mother's hard work, attention to detail and general super-human abilities. She mentally switched off as he droned on a little longer but was brought back with a jolt at his next words.

"... but my opinion, your abilities exceed hers by some considerable distance."

"I'm sorry?" she stammered.

"You apologise too often, Miss Nabha Natesh. It's polite but a good lawyer knows when politeness appears as weakness."

"I'm sorr... I mean, is that so?" she asked. The Professor grinned.

"You are clearly and fast learner too. Take a seat."

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Natesh sat on one of the hard-backed chairs and crossed her legs. Her skirt rode high up her bare thigh; she could see the Old Man's eyes follow every inch of its journey before he spoke.

"If you were to leave here with a First Class degree, your career path could be as impressive as your famous mother's - probably even more so - but your recent performance makes that unlikely."



His eyes were on her groin for the whole of this speech but it was too important a conversation to take offence; Natesh knew her recent marks had been below her best and had been reconciling herself to gaining only an Upper Second degree.

The Professor's words of confidence were astounding, but he hadn't finished; his eyes moved from her legs to her breasts and back as he continued:

"You still have six pieces of work still to complete. Two of them are already overdue so you will be marked down. I have no doubt that you will excel in the formal examinations so it is essential that you achieve the maximum possible in your remaining assignments."

Natesh needed no help paying attention now; the Old Man's words were the fastest hangover cure she had ever encountered. She crossed and re-crossed her legs awkwardly as his eyes apparently tried to see right through her top and knickers but his words could make her forgive him anything.

"I suggest you apply your considerable talents as a matter of urgency. I would hate to see such ability wasted on a mediocre result followed by a mediocre career. I'm sure your Mother feels the same."

"Of course Professor."

"Professor Ramana will mark your overdue assignments. He is strict so you can expect no more than an Upper Second."



Natesh frowned; Professor Ramana was notoriously mean. She was quite capable of producing First Class submissions in his subject but that would now be pointless. She cursed her laziness silently as Rajarao' eyes scanned her from the flat shoes on her feet, along the full length of her legs, across her tiny skirt then over her breasts to her eyes where they seemed to burn into her flesh.

"Your final four submissions are my responsibility. The first is due next week. I suspect you are behind with this already so, out of respect for your mother I am prepared to grant you an extra week's grace. One week, no longer!"

"Thank you Professor. I will do my best."

"It will take your very best, young lady. This University does not award First Class degrees to any but the very best!"

***

Natesh worked hard over the next few days, spending hours in the library revising and working on her assignments, calculating and recalculating her marks to see how close she could get to the First Class degree she so badly wanted.

As predicted, the two overdue works were marked down by Professor Ramana; not as badly as they might have been but her total mark still looked uncertain.

The exams would improve this but in the end her final degree and with it her career as a lawyer - possibly her entire future happiness - rested on the last four pieces of work she had to produce for Professor Rajarao.



This made her nervous. The man would mark her fairly but would be firm too. His topics had never been her strongest and she was by no means sure of gaining all the marks that she needed. Perhaps an Upper Second was the best she could get.

And then the letter arrived.

It was from University, one of the 'Top Five' law firms, offering her the coveted training place she and all her co-students had dreamed of.

Natesh had never been so excited in her life. There would be thousands of Law Graduates coming out of Universities that summer; only a small proportion of the would find jobs at all. Natesh had not only found a job but had been offered the best job she could have imagined. If she was successful and joined this prestigious firm, her future career was assured.

No doubt her mother's reputation had helped put her in this position but all the same, Natesh was elated.

Then she saw it; those terrible words:

'... conditional on your graduating with a First Class degree..."

Oh shit!

She called her mother immediately. The Great Lady was equally pleased and proud but her response, though perceptive, had still been characteristically acidic.



"If you'd spent more time in the library and less time in bed with your dubious boyfriends you wouldn't be having these worries!"

"Mother!"

Natesh had objected half-heartedly, knowing her mother was right.

"Natesh, we live in a man's world; we women have to deal with that. We have to use all the assets God gave us to best effect."

There was a long pause before my carried on.

"You only get one chance in life  and this is yours. It doesn't get better than ; you can't let this chance slip through your fingers."

"I know but..."

"Now is the time to be brutally focussed. You must do whatever you need to do to get that 'First'. Your whole future depends on it; do whatever you need to do!"

***

Her mother's words ringing in her ears, Natesh had spent the whole of the following night working on her next assignment. When the morning finally came she was exhausted but had produced what she knew was a superb piece of work.

What was more, she had a plan! It wasn't a plan her mother would approve of but, if it worked, she would indeed be 'using her assets to best effect'.



***

During the following morning's tutorial session, the Professor lectured them again on the need for hard work but the impact of his admonitions was reduced because he delivered the entire first half of the speech to Natesh's left breast. In his defence, she had made sure it was displayed remarkably well by an excessively tight vest top and she had neglected to wear a bra.

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The second half of the speech was delivered to a combination of her well-presented right breast and the tiny white knickers her microscopic skirt and crossed legs made hard to ignore.

When the rest of the group had departed, she approached Rajarao slowly.

"Excuse me, Professor."



"Miss Nabha Natesh?"

She placed an envelope on the table in front of him.

"My next assignment. I wondered whether you had had a chance to look at my last work yet."

Her voice was soft and almost sultry.

"You know I'm not permitted to discuss work before its deadline."

"I know, but I really want to know whether I've reached the right standard - so I can judge my next submissions properly."

He turned to look at the blonde head raised pleadingly, its eyes open wide. She was standing so close he couldn't avoid seeing straight down the front of her top or notice the hard nipples sticking proudly forward.

"Did you like what you saw, Professor?" she asked archly.

The Old Man was clearly wrong-footed.



"Um... your work is excellent but I'm afraid still borderline. If you really want that 'First', you need to gain even more marks on these last pieces."

"Is there still time?" Natesh asked.

"Not normally, but I could return your last submission so you can work on it a little more."

Natesh moved even closer and opened her eyes a little wider.

"I wondered if some extra tuition might improve my marks even more."

Rajarao looked at her blankly.

"I'm not sure I understand you, Miss Nabha Natesh."

"My mother suggested that you might be able to give me some... private tuition."

"Your mother suggested it?"

"Yes. She said you were very helpful."

The Professor seemed very pleased at this compliment.

"Your mother was a remarkable student. I do remember some additional tuition in her final year. Not that it was needed; she had real talent."

Natesh closed her ears to her mother being praised once again.

"And of course so do you but you seem to lack her commitment," he continued.

She took a deep breath. This was the real gamble; this was taking her mother's words very literally.

"I hoped there was some way I could be more certain of getting a First. I know I'm good enough but I thought a little extra... in private... might just guarantee those last few extra marks."



"It comes down to you and your abilities. Private tuition is not part of a Professor's tenure. Some might even think it unethical."

"I appreciate this is a lot to ask so I thought... I mean I wondered whether... whether we could come to an arrangement."

His eyes were still disconcertingly blank.

"An arrangement?"

"I wondered whether...if I helped you in some way... you might be able to... to mark my assignments more generously."

The Professor looked stunned.

"I'm not sure I understand, Miss Nabha Natesh. You would like some extra-curricular tuition from me and in return?"

She took another deep breath, offered a silent prayer and said it!

"In return, I would provide some extra-curricular activities for you."

The Old Man stood still as if frozen to the spot.

"Are you trying to corrupt me, young lady?" he asked, apparently amused. "I should report this conversation to the Master if you are."

Natesh paused for a moment. Had she misread the signs? Perhaps he was just testing her to see how serious she actually was before putting himself in danger by agreeing.

"Goodness no, Professor! But I do know I'm asking a great deal of you. You've really inspired me these last few weeks; I really want to do my best; to repay the faith you have in me. I do have the commitment! I want to get a 'First', I really do! You told me I'm good enough; my work alone should show that but..."

"But?"

"But I want to be... certain!"



She looked him straight in the eye and spoke so clearly and precisely that only an imbecile could mistake her meaning.

"There's nothing - nothing I wouldn't do to get that 'first'!"

Their eyes were locked together for what felt like an age before there was a loud knock on the door.

"Come!" called the Professor after a long pause.

The door opened and four young, pale teenagers filed in. Natesh rose nervously to her feet, unsure where the situation had reached. Had he understood? Was he interested? Or had she just destroyed her degree and career for nothing?

"I think - to avoid misunderstandings - it would be best if you put your proposal in writing, Miss Nabha Natesh," he eventually said.

Natesh breathed a sigh of relief. At least he hadn't expelled her straight away.

"Should I send an email?" she asked. He laughed and looked at the new arrivals.

"I think a letter would be better, don't you? I find handwriting much more personal. And proposals in a person's own hand are much easier to understand. And perhaps accept."

Natesh felt a mixture of relief, fear and anxiety wash over her as she walked slowly from the room.

***

It was nearly midnight when she leaned back in her chair and pushed the pen away. The letter had taken over an hour to write but was finally finished.

Like most students, Natesh always typed her assignments so it had taken some time . She had chosen the fountain pen which her mother had given her for her eighteenth birthday in the belief that the Old Man would appreciate it more.



Was she crazy? Had she gone out of her mind? Surely with her talents just a little extra tuition would be enough to gain her the degree she deserved?

She looked again at the letter from University; at the paragraph offering her dream placement. It offered her the brightest future she could imagine - if and only if she graduated with the First Class honours degree she had told them she expected.

Natesh knew she couldn't take the chance. However distasteful, she could and would go through with it.

The letter she had written was rather more direct than her conversation had been to make sure there could be no misunderstandings. Once she had handed it over there would be no turning back.

She looked at the University's letter again. She had to succeed; there was no other choice!

Besides, how bad could it be? she was a virgin; not as if she hadn't slept with any partners in the past. He was an old man for!



Natesh carefully folded the letter, sealed it and addressed it neatly. She would slip it into the Professor's pigeon hole tomorrow. Meanwhile there were those remaining assignments to get on with.

She made herself another mug of strong coffee and began to type.

***

"There are only a handful of tutorials left before your examinations so I expect you to take maximum advantage of what little time is left..."

Natesh tried desperately to concentrate as the Professor drew the session to a close. It was Friday, three days since she had posted her letter; so far there had been no response and she was anxious. Had she misinterpreted his interest? If he was outraged he showed no sign of it.

There was a knock on the door as the next tutorial group arrived and the Professor began to dismiss them but as Natesh approached the door he stopped her.

"Miss Nabha Natesh?"

Her heart missed a beat.

"Yes Professor?" she turned slowly to find his eyes firmly fixed on her breasts.



"Thank you for your... proposal. I have decided... to accept it."

She felt her tummy churn. Was it relief? Or fear?

"Thank you, Professor," she replied, her voice weak with nerves.

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"I could see you on Monday afternoons at four and Thursday mornings at eight-thirty for the next three weeks."

Six sessions? Goodness; she  imagined only one time!

"You think all six will be needed?" she asked, aghast.

"Given what you what you want from me; I would say it's the minimum, wouldn't you?"

"Of course Professor," she said as she left the room, stunned.

***

Natesh had a dreadful weekend. As if trying to catch up on her remaining assignments wasn't enough, her first appointment with the Professor hung over her like a dark cloud.

What had she been thinking to get herself into this situation? How could she possibly go through with it?

At its worst she had only imagined one session in bed with the Old Man and that had been bad enough but six!



But how could she not go through with it after it had gone so far? After all, it hadn't been the Professor's idea; that was clear and in her own handwriting!

She heard her mother's voice again and tried to 'keep her eyes on the prize'.

Time and again she re-read the letter from university's offering her the coveted training place.

Time and again her eyes fixed on the absolute, non-negotiable requirement for a First Class degree.

Time and again she pictured the bright future she would have if she succeeded.

Time and again she tried to focus on her assignments and her forthcoming exams.

A few drinks and a chat in the pub with her friends on Saturday and Sunday nights helped distract her for a few hours but when she went to bed alone, the worries returned.



But even the slowest weekends must eventually pass and finally Monday morning arrived.

Natesh looked at herself in the bathroom mirror; dark-rimmed eyes, tired face, drooping hair. She looked as if she had spent a night on the tiles without having had the fun that would have brought. But whatever her appearance, now that the day had arrived she felt stronger; more determined. In a few hours the first of her sessions{fuck} would be over.

It would be okay; it had to be okay!

If she played her cards right, she might even manage to avoid sleeping with him at all; there were many ways she could satisfy an old man like Rajarao without having to let him actually penetrate her body.

And if she could manage to keep her 'student' self mentally separate from her 'temptress' self she might find the whole thing easier.

Natesh smiled as she showered. She would go shopping during her morning break and pack a bag to take with her when the terrible hour arrived.

***

'Knock knock'

It was four o'clock and Natesh stood outside the Professor's door, her knees shaking, her tummy rumbling but her mind under control. She felt ready; both physically and psychologically. A large satchel was stuffed under her arm as if she had just arrived for a normal tutorial.

'Knock knock'

There was no answer and for a moment she felt relieved. He wasn't there; he had forgotten, or changed his mind or...



"Miss Nabha Natesh!"

The Professor's face appeared round the door. He was wearing a large white bath robe and his hair was damp.

"I'm sorry. I was just showering. Come in."

Natesh took a deep breath, stepped through the narrow opening and into the study.

The room looked as it always looked; old fashioned but clean and tidy. The chairs were placed as they were always placed; the air in the room was fresh, the windows open and there was a faint smell of flowers. The blinds had been half closed but nothing looked unusual.

The sheer normality made her wonder once again whether she had made a mistake but the Professor's words removed any doubt.

"Would you like a shower... first?" he asked timidly.

Natesh looked at her soon-to-be lover; he looked disarmingly benign though she thought he looked different in his bathrobe; not quite as old, not quite as stooped, not quite as out-of-condition or overweight.

"A shower would be lovely," she smiled, "do you have a towel?"

"Um... yes of course." Rajarao opened a door and pulled out a large white fluffy bath sheet. "I... I bought this... um... specially for you."

"Then why don't you pour us a couple of drinks," Natesh smiled again, feeling more and more in control, "I'll be through in a few minutes."

In the bathroom, she undressed quickly and stepped into the shower, feeling the hot water on her tingling skin.

It would be ok! He looked so excited and so experienced that she might even get away with just giving him a hand job. That would be perfect but she was still prepared to go all the way if that was what it took.

Keep your eyes on the prize, Natesh!


She dried herself on the fluffy white towel, smiling at the preparation the Old Man had made for his unexpected treat then looked in the bathroom mirror.



Not bad; young and still innocent-looking. Her body should have the right effect even on a man his age but just in case, she opened her back-pack and pulled out its contents. There were a couple of books in case some form of excuse was needed en route or afterwards but the rest she considered her 'insurance policy'.

Natesh perched on the toilet lid and pulled on the sheer black nylon stockings she had bought that morning. She fastened a black suspender belt around her waist and clipped the stocking tops to its straps before pulling a pair of tiny black panties over the combination.

Reaching back into the bag she drew out an equally skimpy black bra and wriggled her ample breasts into it. They were not in any way secure but that might give the old man a thrill too.

Finally she pulled her highest black heels out of the bag and, standing up, slipped her feet into them.

She looked again into the mirror, adjusted her make-up and smiled. Just right; pretty and sexy - no, very, very sexy.



The plan was working, at least for her! The girl in the mirror was so different from the girl that had entered the room that Natesh began to feel as if she had almost become a different person.

She could go through with it! She would go through with it!

She took out a brush and smoothed her blonde hair until it framed her face and neck then turned from left to right and around to see how her bottom looked.

Hot! She definitely looked hot!

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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.

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"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.

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A second later, he had taken the sides of her panties in both hands and was drawing them slowly and smoothly down over her bottom, her thighs, over her knees and then away leaving her in only her stockings and heels.

Her belly was a mass of butterflies as his strong hands parted her knees and the divan rocked as the Old Man climbed between her thighs.



The moment had come; Natesh steeled herself for the ordeal.

How bad could it be? Ok, he's old enough to be your father if not your Grandfather but so what? He's probably not done it for years! It was just bad luck you didn't make him cum without penetrating you but he's old; it'll all be over quickly and you can get out of there!

He was slowly rising over her, his body surprisingly agile for such an old man. Something wasn't right; his body didn't look anything like as old as she had expected. The paunch suggested by his baggy clothes simply wasn't there; his old, tired arms were actually quite well muscled; the spindly legs she had expected to see were slim and toned.

But it was far too late for second thoughts! Natesh closed her eyes and spread her legs as he knelt between her thighs. He leaned low over her, his face only a few inches above hers.

His body touched hers, smelling rather pleasantly of cologne instead of the old fashioned soap she had expected. His left hand was by her shoulder, taking his weight while his right hand was deep between her legs.

She felt something warm and smooth rubbing against her inner thigh and bit her lip.

Please just get it over with!

The smooth thing was being rubbed along the crease of her groin; thank God it wasn't too revolting. Now it was being rubbed up and down her slit; that felt nicer than she had expected too - much nicer. Maybe the ordeal wouldn't be too bad after all if she didn't think who it was doing these things to her. She closed her eyes.

The smooth object was now working its way up and down her slit, rising to her clitoris and falling back to her inner lips. It felt pleasant - very pleasant indeed; not at all what she had expected. Now it was rubbing against her clitoris, lifting its hood and touching the hard nub underneath.

Natesh realised she was becoming seriously aroused; whatever this old man was doing, it was having a profound effect. This wasn't right; this wasn't what she had planned!



The smooth end was now against her inner lips, deftly parting them, pressing lightly against the minimal resistance her body was now offering. The Old Man's body was on hers; she could feel the heat of his chest against her rock hard nipples, his face merely inches from hers as his cock was paused at her hot, moist entrance.

The anticipation was almost unbearable but blessedly did not last long.

"Oh my god"

Natesh gasped in shock as Professor Rajarao's body flexed the smallest amount, his hips tilted and his cock was driven hard into her body.

"Oh fuck!"

Her voice choked in her throat as the huge shaft penetrated her for the first time, thick and strong, stretching her lips tightly around its girth. She tried instinctively to close her legs but his thighs were between hers and prevented it. A moment later his knees had opened, forcing her thighs wider and allowing the huge phallus to plunge deeper into her body.

"Ahh Nnnngh!"


What was happening? Natesh's vagina had been so filled as the Old Man's shaft plunged deep into her young body; her head span as her tight passage tried desperately to adjust to the enormous presence within her.




She panted as his right arm moved to her other shoulder then, his weight balanced, the Professor began to pull back from her youthful body.
'Oh God!' Natesh thought, knowing what was sure to happen next, 'What have I done?'

Before her spinning head could adjust, the Old Man thrust himself forward, forcibly penetrating her even deeper; stretching her even wider.

"Oh god!" it was so much painfully to her



Two more powerful thrusts and she felt the weight of his body on her hips as he bottomed out inside her, his groin pressing hard onto hers, his pubic bone resting hard against her mound. He paused briefly.

Natesh's mind struggled to understand what had just happened. Her tutor's cock was now deep inside her body, his thick base stretching her entrance, his pubic hair grinding against her own, his unexpectedly huge cock filling her completely.

It was not supposed to be like this! But it felt... incredible!

"Ohhh...!"

With a slow but gradually increasing pace, Professor Rajarao drew himself back until just his head was inside Natesh's body then thrust hard into her. She yelped in shock.

"Oh God!"

He thrust again, then once more, his long, thick erection driving hard into Natesh's vagina, plunging deep into her fast-yielding flesh, rubbing hard against her increasingly-sensitive inner lips until she could feel every ridge and undulation on his shaft.



And then he began to fuck her. Hard. His thrusts growing faster and more forceful with no sign of tiring. she was try to stop crying, but treas are droping from eyes 

Slap. Slap. Slap. Slap.

Natesh could see her boobs wobbling up and down on her chest with every powerful stroke of his cock.

Slap. Slap. Slap. Slap.

The strength of his thrusts and the energy of the Old Man's pace took Natesh entirely by surprise. The control she had confidently expected to have over him was turned completely on its head. She was the one being fucked; she was the one being taken.

Slap. Slap. Slap. Slap.



"Oh my God no!" she gasped as his long, rhythmic strokes gathered pace and a warm glow began to radiate from her vulva into her belly.

Slap. Slap. Slap. Slap.

The powerful, rock steady rhythm of his thrusting filled the room with the wet, feral sounds of sex. Natesh felt herself lubricating faster and faster.

Slap-Slap. Slap-slap.

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His pace increased again; a warm glow appeared in her lower belly and the room began to fill with the deep, heady aroma of female arousal. This really wasn't supposed to be happening! This old, unattractive man wasn't supposed to be making her feel like this so quickly and so easily.

Slap-slap-slap. Slap-slap-slap.



"Ahhh !"

The first minor orgasm took her entirely by surprise, robbing her of breath but he didn't even pause. His thrusting hips forced her knees hard against her breasts as he hammered relentlessly into her helpless body with a long, deep, machine-like pace.

Slap-slap-slap-slap. Slap-slap-slap-slap.

"Ohhhhhhhooowwwwww!"

Moisture was pouring from her vulva as the Old Man's shaft pistoned into her; a new wet sound echoed round the room.

Shlap-shlap-shlap-shlap. Shlap-shlap-shlap-shlap.

The second wave of climax followed so quickly that Natesh barely had time to gather her senses and when the third, much bigger orgasmic pulse wracked her body she was helplessly out of control



Natesh's eyes flew open, her pupils huge and black and fixed on the face only inches above hers. It should have been reassuring, it should have been comforting but instead its eyes were hard and determined as the Professor's body slammed into hers.

"Ooooohhhhhhh!"

The pungent smell of an orgasming female body filled the room as Natesh surrendered completely to Rajarao's desires. Before she could even think of protesting, he had pulled himself from her body and his surprisingly strong arms had effortlessly flipped her onto her front.

A moment later her bottom had been raised and a pillow thrust under her hips, presenting her buttocks and vulva obscenely to him.

A moment after that, his cock entered her violently.

Natesh yelped in shock as he penetrated her again and began to thrust hard from behind, driving her pretty face into the clean white sheet.



"OhhhhhGooodddd!"

The new, expertly arranged position dragged the head of his mighty cock and the upper side of its shaft across her G-spot with every powerful thrust. the sheer experience and expertise to bring Natesh to a climax as powerful; as intense as the wave that immediately consumed her.

"Oh my God! Oh my fucking Godddd!"

Natesh's squeal as the massive orgasm overwhelmed her, echoed round the room. For a second the Professor paused as if worried someone would hear and come running to help a damsel in distress.

"Don't stop! Don't stop!"

Natesh heard herself beg, beyond caring then screamed into the mattress again and again as he resumed his thrusting with a vengeance. Astonishment mixed with incredible pleasure overwhelmed her as wave after wave of climax simply swamped her mind and body.



The soft womanly flesh of her buttocks rippled every time his hips struck their round undersides. Resounding slaps filled the room, made louder and wetter as her juices flowed freely and his thrusting cock churned then to foam.

Natesh thought she was going to die; her chest was so tight she could barely breathe. At the very least she was sure she would pee herself. Her entire body from her belly to her knees was far beyond her control, totally at the mercy of this extraordinary Old Man.

Another surge of orgasm rippled outwards from her vulva and through her entire body, choking off even the coarse animal grunts that she had been growling into the mattress.

"Please! Enough! No more!"



As if sensing her complete surrender, the Professor increased his pace until his hips were slamming into Natesh's buttocks like a jack-hammer, filling the room with grotesque wet slapping sounds.

"Oh my God no!" Natesh's fuddled brain could think nothing more.

"Oh... my... God... yes... !" came the response from behind her in time with his thrusts.

And then he began to climax, the rock steady rhythm of his thrusts breaking into wild, half controlled spasms as he began to ejaculate inside her young body. Natesh could feel the throbbing of his cock within her as semen cascaded from his tiny lips and spurted against her youthful cervix.

"Nnnnnnggghhhhh!"

"Ohhhhhhhhmyyyy goddddd!"

"Yesssssssss!"



The incredible insemination seemed to last forever as the Old Man's hips slapped over and over into Natesh's buttocks and his pulsating cock pumped rope after rope of semen into her. The force of his final thrusts knocked her forwards on the mattress, burying her sweating face into the rumpled sheet. His body followed hers, his cock still buried within her until he lay heavy against her back, crushing her breasts into the bed.

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Mercifully, Natesh finally felt the throbbing within her slow and stop and the huge erection that had brought her so much pleasure began to soften within her wet, loose vagina.

"Oh my... my... Oh..."

As the once-mighty erection was slowly withdrawn from her spent body, Natesh's voice was incoherent and her head was spinning.

She fell into an exhausted sleep, face down on the Old Man's bed. It was finally over!



Professor Rajarao rose to his feet, beads of sweat on his back, shoulders and forehead, his breathing deep and heavy. His cock, now sore and flaccid, hung large, angry and dark red between his thighs.some blodd coming from pussy.

There was a broad, satisfied smile on his face as he watched the girl's body finally relax and her breathing become slow and deep.

Silently he pulled the thin duvet over her motionless form and walked slowly into the bathroom.



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[Rajaryanea]

Tnx bro awesome story.

Write on Nidhi Agarwal also bro

[Delhidevil2021]

Brother....please on Sushmita sen or mahima chaudhary

[Warrior]

Write a story on Achor Syamala having affair with father in law

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The alarm rang waking me up from my deep slumber. I looked at the watch to see the time. It showed 6:00 A.M. The sun shown bright over my bed and my two friends Alex and Abinanth, who shared the flat along with me. Alex worked as a software professional who stood 6" tall and looked massive. Abinanth on the other hand is short but handsome. We had been great friends and shared all our intimate experiences in life. I eased my body off the bed to get ready.




I heard the door bell ring and went to open it. It was our maid Mahima who used to clean the home and prepare our lunch. Being single we had a hard time eating non-home food until we hired her. She was a married lady of 45 with  kids. Her husband was a drunkard which made her work for their living. She always wore sarees and was a very conservative woman. Even though we were young men, we never looked at her in a erotic way until that night.

I opened the door and greeted her with a warm smile. Mahima looked homely in her brown saree. She had proportionate sizes. She was not slim by any means but not fat either. Her body is voluptuous, bulgy with required curves in her hips. She looked like any mature Indian aunt at such an age. Her breasts looked rounded and more than enough to be held in a guy's palm. I never thought I would be kneading the same breasts with my palm that night. I let her inside as she brushed past me.



Once inside, she started doing her daily chores. Everything was normal and we got ready for office. Her saree was dbangd perfectly covering her assets fully. It clung to her curvaceous body tightly exposing her curves adorably. But we guys didn't had any such intention to see a 45 year old lady in such a provocative manner. It was almost 8' O clock when I reached back home. It had started raining heavily. Alex and Abi were already there waiting for me. Mahima was standing there drenched shivering like a chicken.

"Didn't you leave after finishing your work, Mahima?"

"I left, sir. But again I came back to wash the clothes when it started raining heavily." She replied.

"It's fine. You better stay here for the night as its raining heavily."



"Ok sir. I will cook dinner within a few minutes for you all," she said and hurried inside the kitchen.

We had dinner which was over in the next hour. Mahima went to the balcony to dry her clothes. She closed the door slightly and removed her saree pallu. The door flew open exposing her standing there only in her blouse and skirt. Her breasts were wet with water droplets on her exposed cleavage. I decided we could sleep in the bedroom so that she could sleep in the drawing room. She soon felt sleepy and wished us good night before she got inside.



"Shall we watch an adult movie and have a beer?" Alex asked me.

For some odd reason, I agreed. It was weird as how I agreed cause another woman was sleeping in the adjacent room. And we are three young guys who are yet to taste a girl in our life. An hour passed with steamy sex scenes on the screen which made our cocks hard and stiff. The alcohol did it's job and made us quite dizzy.

I laid back on the bed and noticed both of them looking at the half closed door which leads to the other room. I knew what they wanted. They both are drunk and horny which made them seek the only pussy that is available for the night. The animal in me took over and I didn't object when Alex got up to satiate his lust from her mature body. He walked towards the door opening it slowly. Mahima slept peacefully which was evident by the steady rise and fall of her breasts.



Alex kept the door ajar and crawled onto the floor along with our maid. He proceeded rapidly raising her saree and skirt till her panties got exposed. His fingers trailed along her smooth thighs until it rested over her panty. His right hand moved below her neck to hug her. His lips met hers in a passionate kiss while his hands caressed her mound. Startled she woke up to find her soft, tender lips being kissed feverishly. She tried to break her lips free but he held on to her tightly. Her strength was no match for him which was made sure when he stripped her naked with utmost ease. He ripped her bra open which was the last piece of cloth left on her.



Her voluptuous body was revealed to our lustful eyes. She squirmed. Her skin excited us to the point of no return. Her body looked so inviting even at such an age and made me wonder how she looked in her youth. He continued ravishing her body unabated. He took her pointed black nipples inside his mouth and sucked it vigorously. His fingers were over her pussy rubbing it intensely. She tried to stop his movements but in vain.



Alex lifted her up to get her inside to our bed. We got off the bed leaving him enough space to feast on her. She protested. Her body betrayed her expressing signs of arousal. He carried her to the bed and laid her down. She lost almost all of her strength and didn't protest much when he got between her open legs. Her body disappeared under his massive form and he held her wrists under his tight grip. He positioned his hard cock in the entrance of her now wet pussy and plunged himself hard inside.



Her moans echoed inside the room as she reluctantly accepted his cock inside her pussy. Her pussy was unused for the past few years which initiated a slight pain. He took his time to relish the mature lady's cunt to feel its grip on his shaft. She kept whimpering as he started ramming her feverishly until he came inside her. He got off the bed cleaning himself and looked at us with a satisfied smile.

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"Who wants to take her next?" he questioned with a smile spread across his face.



Abi was already naked his throbbing cock held tight in his hand. He rushed to take up his place between her spread legs. We went out of the room so that he could enjoy her patiently. The next hour passed with us listening to Mahima's moans of pleasure as she started enjoying being molested. Her cries of passion filled the calm night as my friend plunged himself into her mercilessly. Her gasps came in unison with his cock banging her now wet pussy. The room went silent for awhile.



I thought he would come out when I heard her plead not to fuck her again as she couldn't bear it anymore. She pleaded him to stop as she couldn't accommodate his thick cock in her pussy. But he was not listening to her pleas but instead shoved his limp cock into her mouth. Her muffled moans indicated she was being mouth fucked by him. Then another low gasp as he lodged his cock into her pussy for the second time in the night.



A few moments later, the door opened. He signaled for us to come and join him if we wish. I followed Alex inside the room as we crowded around her sprawled body. She looked tempting in such a posture. Her saree was removed and her clothes where strewn all over. Her bulgy chest heaved with sweat all over.

Even at 45, Mahima retained almost all of her assets intact. Her breasts were still inviting to touch and her nude body retained its shape vividly. The fact that she was a mother of two kids and been fucked every night by her husband aroused us even more. Her mature nudity resembled a ripe mango, fleshy and tasty. She opened her eyes weakly to see us standing around her but closed again. I think she sensed her helpless situation and decided to oblige to our desires. Her mature skin aroused me immensely as I groped her saggy tits. They were ripe, soft to touch yet firm to hold. I bent down sinking my teeth into her fleshy body. I slided my fingers inside her thoroughly fucked pussy.



Even though she was resisting a bit, I parted her legs apart to slide my throbbing cock inside her.

"Please, Do it slow. Your friends already fucked me so hard and I am feeling so sore. Please...Oh...Hmmm..Uhhhhh."

Mahima hardly finished speaking when I jammed my cock inside her pussy hard which provoked another low moan from her. Her proposal to be fucked slow hardly reached my mind. My cock knew nothing except the warm sensation of being inside a hole. I started ramming my pole making her tits bounce along with my movements.



I felt her resistance weak and knew she needed this fuck. It was later in the morning she accepted that she was acting merely to save her chastity. Her strong sexual urge was satisfied by her husband in the early days of her marriage. He even used to hump her with their kids sleeping near them at night. She would loosen her saree pallu and raise her skirt till her knees. He would lay atop her and won't leave her until he had emptied his last drop of cum inside her.

"Why are you making such a noise?" Her husband asked her as she kept humping her.



"It just feel so good to feel you inside me." Mahima spoke in between her Ohh's and Ahh's.

Later, he became a drunkard leaving her sexless. She managed to remain pious until this night when her pussy felt the familiar sensation of a cock sliding inside. All inhibitions abandoned her leaving only a sex starved lady at our disposal. I was still inside her feeling the warm orifice envelope me completely. I started moving to and for with her legs wrapped around my hip. She started co-operating as the guys watched with their hardons still intact.




They didn't wait long to be serviced by our sexy maid. Alex held her face and guided himself into her mouth. She started sucking him with Abi's lips firmly locked over her erect nipples. The night prolonged with us young studs hungry for more, her lips to be kissed, her nipples to be sucked, her pussy to be fucked, her body to satisfy our lust. We were determined to explore the sexy older female specimen till we could want no more.

We dug into her body grasping and groping at every inch of her exposed skin. She was also forced to surrender her anal virginity to us. Her moans of disapproval didn't stop us from fucking her ass one by one. Now and then, she would utter occasional gasps or moans when we used her every hole to satisfy ourselves. It was when we all got exhausted that we let her sleep.



It didn't last long cause we were again ravishing her beauty before the sun rose. The day dawned with us four in bed entangled in deep sexual passion that almost seemed to last forever.

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"Uhh...uhhhh...." Mahima kept gasping along with my steady humping into her.

I laid atop her my cock buried in her pussy with Alex and Abi lying on either side. They were spent after receiving a horny blow job from Mahima.I eased myself out of her and bent lower to take her lips into a deep kiss. After a few minutes, I let her lips free when I sensed her gasping for air. It was then she admitted that she loved last night even though she showed reluctance at first.



The following days in which she worked for us, she became our unofficial wife. She had a great time satisfying her three husbands who is always eager to take her to bed. We never let her do any work peacefully because someone or the other would scoop her up to satisfy their urges. Our maid became our mistress with no place in her body left untouched by us. She was fucked in every place, in the kitchen, in the balcony, in the terrace, in the bedroom. She used to spend her weekend night's with us when we three would make love to her together. Mahima loves to get humped in a group with our cocks in all her holes.



Being a dutiful wife, neither she could protest when one of her husband devoured her nor when her other husband took his place between her legs as soon as one finishes off. Mahima almost forgot her lawful husband and became completely ours for the next few years. She was spending most of her time at our home in the bedroom getting fucked by us to which she never complained.

The days and nights passed off with us taking her by turns or at the same time. Mahima is the goddess who came across our life and left sweet memories to behold.



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[SidRamya]

Superb going... in love with your work.... please write on payal rajput

[King1996]

Write story payal rajput it's will be so awesy

[Delhidevil2021]

Excellent story.....thanks bro
Sushmita sen next

[ArminVanBuuren]

Would really love to read an Insemination story on Sanusha & Trisha 


    

[Rajaryanea]

Yes . Write sanusha story . She looks cute