Fantasy Actress Roleplays

[Krishan202]

"Do you know how fucking soaked this little thong is, Miss Samyuktha?"

Every dirty word just about sets me on fire with need. He brushes his fingers ever-so-gently over my panties, just over my folds, stopping just before my clit. I try to grind against his hand, and he withdraws it immediately.

"Greedy slut," he reprimands. "Tell me what you want from me."

"I need you to touch me," I whine.



"Do you?" he taunts in response, toying with the damp scrap of fabric between my legs, rubbing it gently in between my lips.

"Please, Professor," I moan, desperately.

"Please, what?"

"Please touch my clit," I begrudgingly get the words out, despite how embarrassed they make me feel. The feeling of shame and vulnerability only feeds the flame of my desire.

Slowly, frustratingly, he pulls the wet scrap of fabric down my legs. He gently traces his fingers up my inner thighs, stroking the silky wet folds of my pussy, still using only light, agonizing pressure.

"Do you like being bent over my desk, young lady?" he asks, and I hear the smirk in his voice. His fingers trail very close to my clit, and my breath hitches.

"Yes," I gasp, and his fingers finally make contact with my clit. An appreciative moan escapes my mouth. He circles it over and over with his strong fingers, applying just enough pressure to send waves of warm pleasure over my entire body. A few minutes later, as I am teetering on the edge of my pleasure, he withdraws his hand. I can't help but whine.

"Tell me you want me to fuck you. Beg."

How humiliating.

"Please fuck me, please, please," I moan, moving my hips against the desk, begging for release. I tremble over his desk, feeling my sensitive nipples scbang against the wood through my soft blouse.

"I thought this was wrong? Maybe we shouldn't," he taunts cruelly while I feel as if all of my nerve endings are on fire.



"No, no! Please. Please, sir, I'm sorry," I beg as I feel a heated blush on my face.

He laughs softly and returns his hand to my pussy, deliciously sinking two fingers inside. He swirls his fingers around inside me, finger fucking me gently. I can't control the mewls and whimpers that escape my mouth as I clench around him.



Withdrawing his fingers, he swirls my arousal around my clit as I feel him position his cock at my entrance. I spread my legs wider in anticipation, grinding on his fingers needily. He wraps his fingers into my hair and pulls my head back, nipping just below my ear as he thrusts his hard length inside me. He stills for a moment, allowing me to adjust to this feeling of fullness. I savor the feeling of my slick walls clamping down on him in ecstasy as the stinging pain of him pulling my hair causes me to feel more controlled, more aroused.



He pulls out, and slowly slides back in. Oh, my God. My eyes roll back involuntarily as he removes his lips from my neck, straightening behind me, one hand still firmly in my hair, one still circling my clit.

Rhythmically, Professor Kantharao starts slamming into me. Over and over, gradually getting faster, the angle causing him to slam into my G-spot every time.

Sharply, he pulls extra hard on my hair, continuing his punishing pace on my pussy. All the sensations are too much. I can't take it anymore...



"I'm going to come, Professor," I cry, feeling my pussy squeeze down on him.

My admission sends him into his own climax. "Fuck, Samyuktha," he groans as he releases inside me. My vision is clouded by stars as I crash over the edge, ecstasy spreading through my entire body, moaning incoherently.



We pant together, both completely spent. Moments pass, but it is him who breaks our union first. He pulls out of me with an exhale, and puts himself away. When I finally turn to look at him for the first time in what feels like ages, a sheen of sweat sits on his forehead, his tie is crooked, and he still looks sexy as hell. Despite how good I feel, I become uncomfortable, the horniness no longer clouding my judgment of how wrong this was on both of our accounts.

"I - I should go. Have... a good evening, Professor."

I haven't even caught my breath, but my panties are up and I am shutting the door before I even think to catch his response. I clean up quickly in the restroom, and as I open my car door, I remember why he called on me to meet him in the first place.



Shit. Am I even getting the scholarship? I had absolutely no idea what the scholarship was even called, or if it was real.

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