True story: Let’s play a game!
Office/Teacher
Submit Report My professor was the most attractive man in our college. He was tall, well-built, and had a firm, round butt from his regular gym sessions and football training. All the girls were literally after him, with some even pretending to get his attention. I wasn’t happy with one of my test results and needed to meet him before the semester break started. Meeting him in class was difficult, as girls flocked to him for various reasons. I wrote a note to him, requesting a private meeting, while he was walking past me during a listening test. He replied to my note, suggesting we meet at 8 pm in classroom 10. The next day, I arrived early. He asked if I was going back home for the holidays, and I replied that it depended on the marks he was about to give me. He asked if I had eaten dinner yet, as he was hungry, but didn’t wait for my answer. Instead, he took my hand and dragged me to his car, and we drove to his house. I was terrified. I was reluctant to go inside, but he assured me that no one was around, including his neighbors, so I shouldn’t worry. He gave me his identification card and asked me to report him if he mistreated me. He offered me food, and we ate while he started talking. “I first saw you when you joined the cultural program in the university. You looked very beautiful and sexy, despite your modest clothing. I’ve always wanted your attention in the classroom, but you never spoke to me.” I was in disbelief, saying, “Thank you, but this is awkward for me, sir.” “Wait,” he said with a smile. He went into his room and returned with an empty glass bottle. “Let’s play a game, darling. The rules are simple. We’ll each get a chance to spin this bottle with our eyes closed. If the bottle’s mouth points to the opposite person, that person will do whatever the other player says. For example, if the bottle I spin points to you, then you’ll do as I say. I repeat, you can ask for anything you want.” He got my attention. “Anything?” I asked. “Yes,” he replied. “I’ll go first,” I insisted. He closed our eyes with a shawl and got us to sit on the floor, facing each other. I spun the bottle three times, and he spun it four times, but we both failed. However, I was determined. “We’ll play another game?” he suggested. “No, no, no, please, sir, we’ll play this one,” I echoed. On my 12th spin, I screamed in a low tone, “Full marks for my test, yes, yes, yes!” He agreed and winked at me. I kept winning after that and asked for cakes, chocolates, and exam paper leaks. On his 22nd spin, the bottle finally faced me. “Marry me now and here itself,” he said. I was shocked and felt like vomiting. “Is this a joke, sir? This is not right! I can’t marry for a game,” I explained. “Game is game, darling,” he replied and walked into his room again. He came out with a thaali and tied it around my neck. It didn’t stop there; he also applied kumkum to my forehead. I was crying and felt so sick that I wanted to die. “Let’s continue the game,” he said. He spun the bottle again. “Take out your clothes, but wear your panties and bra,” he said. I cried and begged, but he didn’t listen. I undressed and sat covering my breasts. As a size 40DD, I didn’t have enough palm size to cover them. I won the spin this time and was revengeful. I told him to strip himself completely naked. I saw his firm ass for the first time and couldn’t hold myself back; I smacked it. He ignored me and spun the bottle again. “I want to lick your pussy until you’re wet, but you shouldn’t make a sound. If you make a sound, I will fuck you.” “This is a bad dream,” I told myself and walked to his sofa. I was stupid not to know that the sofa was actually a sofa bed that could be pulled out. Sir had more advantages now. I told myself I would think of all the sad moments in my life and make sure I didn’t get horny, but I was wrong. Sir ripped my panties and bra. He wet his lips and kissed my thighs until my pussy lips. He licked his middle finger and inserted it straight into my ass. “No!” I cried in my heart. He opened up my pussy lips using his left hand and licked them for the first time. I gave up. His tongue was so soft and wet. While I was trying to distract myself, he pushed his head further inside me and licked my vagina hole, tongue-fucking me. I was getting wet. “Sir, I can’t anymore, please let me go,” I said while closing my eyes. I didn’t want him to stop. “Baby, can I ass-fuck you with my finger and tongue-fuck your pussy? Your juices are flowing, baby. You’re so tight and horny. Let me show you what your husband can do for you,” he said. He licked and sucked my pussy juices while ass-fucking me with his finger. I was shaking and pinching my dark, hard nipples. “Fuck me, please, sir. I can’t control myself anymore. Please fuck me, sir. Fuck me like a bitch,” I moaned. He got up immediately and shoved his dick into my pussy. He ripped my pussy, and it was burning from his large, black Indian dick. He squeezed my boobs and sucked my nipples, screaming, “Give me milk, baby. I want milk. Feed me, baby, feed me!” He was thrusting his dick so fast, I could feel it deep in my womb. He pulled my legs to his shoulder, closed my thighs, and fucked me slow and hard. I was moaning with every thrust, “Yes, sir, fuck me, please. Yes, fuck me, please.” He pushed me into a doggy style position, and oh my god, his cock was just so fat and hard in my pussy. “I’m going to cum in you, baby. Keep fucking and talking dirty,” he said. He grabbed my 40DD boobs from the back, inserted his marker pen into my asshole, and fucked my pussy like a piston. “Sir, stop. It hurts so much. My pussy hurts, please stop, sir, please,” I cried, unable to stand the fucking.