The Professor ( 3 )


Anal, Pegging
Standing in the shower, a diminished wafture of anxiousness washed over me. My optic shot subject as I finally realized what it was I was showering for in the first place. This meeting, rendezvous, get-together, date, whatever you want to hollo it, was only a half hour away. I slowly washed my breasts and tummy with my loufah sponge, trying to convince myself that the prospicient it took for me to get gear up, the more time would slow down, and the more time I had until he arrived on my doorstep.

Usually, men don't make me aflutter. As a 26-year-old, I felt I knew what to expect from them, and I had a self esteem that tended to air on the side of meat of high-handedness when it came to date that always kept me in command. I knew that I had a power over men, and I knew I could hold them want me considerably more than I could ever want them without hardly any effort. I knew I could dominate them. But this man was the exception the rule. In my own way, I had worked at this. It felt like a illusion of mine was finally coming avowedly, and my emotions could hardly make sense of it. He had been something in my life I wasn't sure I would ever be able to have, and it made me want him all the more. Now that it looked as if I had finally sunk my teeth into him, I was sure I did not want to mess up it up.

I stepped out of the shower, dried myself off and looked at the outfit that was folded up on my toilet seat : blueness and ovalbumin pinstripe cotton plant frill-top knickers that stopped just before the mortise joint and a white spaghetti strap top that I would wear without a bra, as to get to my nipple piercing easily seeable. Even if I was oddly nervous to see him, at least I knew I would look amazing.

walking toward my bedroom, the juxtaposition of its iciness and the damp oestrus of the toilet sent a chill down my spur. Examining the blank space, I determined that it looked acceptable enough to tempt someone into for the night. My bed was uncharacteristically made, story freshly vacuumed, and my desk was cleared of the piles of useless written document, tampons, books, and half void trash of water that it typically hosted. I tossed my towel in my hamper near my desk and closed the doorway to get a good look at myself in the mirror. The muckle of my own reflection sent another chill down my spine, but it wasn't one of anxiety or nerves, thankfully. It was of self-assurance. I couldn't call back ever having liked the way I looked so a great deal before. My skin was truly effulgent from fountainhead to toe. The box tress on my head cascaded down and framed my face perfectly, but didn't take away from my favorite facial feature : my in high spirits cheekbones. Turning my head to the left hand, I peered at the shoulder strap on harness I had purchased specifically for the guest I had coming over. I looked back at myself in the mirror and watched as a shifty smirk feast across my face.There couldn't have been a better night to sleep with my former college professor.

Just as I'd dressed, turned on some mood music, and finished pouring one of the two looking glass of pinot noir there was a knock on my doorway. He'd arrived. I took my time going over to let him in, as I wanted to take a leak for sure I left every trace of nerves behind me. I'd waited so long for the opportunity to do this On my way to greet him, I took an outsize sip of the wine I had in hand a deep breath, and slowly opened the door.

He had been my professor in my junior twelvemonth Brits Literature path. I was a linguistics major, and I wanted to drive as many course related to words and language as I could, even if it meant choosing them as electives. When the time came to record, I was sure I wanted to take the course of study with the same cleaning lady who had taught my Semantics and Phonetics class the year prior, prof Wesley. She was a remarkable woman whose influence over me was both professional and motherly, and I told her many times that if I ever finished the book I'd been working on, I wanted her to write its foreword. My respect for her was unrivaled, and I wanted to absorb every bit of information from her as I could. Thus, I was nearly in a craze when I learned I would be taking the form not with her but with a prof Stanley, some guy who'd transferred from a college upstate. I tried with all my might to change my class schedule and work schedule to make it possible for me to be taught by my one and only honest role model, but to no service. My whole summer leading up to that dip semester was spent in frustration, wondering why my perfect design had crumbled before me, that is, until I finally met my new instructor.

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He stood in nominal head of me, smiling that sexy smile of his, and I felt a massive rush of adrenaline. I wanted him right then, I could feel my body responding to his mere presence, but I kept my poise. I needed him to want me more. Professor Stanley, or Saint Matthew, as I took to calling him, was gorgeous. He nearly towered over me, standing at a full 6'1"while I was 5'4 ”. He was sinewy, had a full head of salt and white pepper hairsbreadth and wore midst rimmed glass. Honestly, he could've been a GQ model if he was 20 years younger.

"good evening, gorgeous ”, he said in a low vocalization, still wearing that grin. His unripened eyes twinkled.

"Hey, Mr ”, I replied, trying not to think too backbreaking about how hot I'd become in the last ten instant. Hesitantly, he leaned in for a hug, his impart script resting firmly but gently on my bare pelt. The odour on Matthew's black button up was intoxicating, and his impregnable, fond chest pushed up against my face sent my point reeling. He was a stereotypically manly man, and it made me want to occupy him for my own even more. The embrace eventually came to an end, and I moved to the side to let him in.

"Hey, so I hope you don't mind, but I brought a short snack for us. I've been obsessed with this Vietnamese spot a couple miles away from the university, so I thought I'd convey some spring gyre. I also picked up some sake. You okay with that ?"

I smiled, nodded. and decided to make a move. I wasn't sure if he would, plus, I was unbelievably horny. I walked over to him and kissed him deeply. Pulling away, I looked into his eyes, and in an instant, his rim were on mine again. I felt his big hands on my pelvis. We were doing this now.

Panting and pushing our physical structure into one another, we stumbled into my bedroom and slammed the door shut. Levi grabbed my face like he owned me, and I wrapped my arms around his neck. My body was riddled with ecstasy and I noticed I was trembling as his helping hand slid down my face, back, and hips, picking me up by the rachis of my second joint, giving my ass a firm squeeze and slap on the way down. I whimpered as he began sucking on my knocker and neck, and I chuckled to myself, thinking about what I would end up saying to fend off explaining to ally and coworkers that my sometime college prof had given me a hickey.

"God, every bit of you gustation so fucking good ”, Matthew sighed. His font looked completely unlike than it did when he first walked into my flat hallway fifteen hour ago. He looked completely different now, his chicken feed removed, small beads of travail on his brow and dresser, the dilation of his pupils. He looked completely carnal, like just being in the same room with me was all it really took to get him off. I realized that, in this moment, he felt like he needed me. This Book of Revelation sent epinephrine charging through every I in of my body. I was fully of office, force and dominance.

"Put me down,"I whispered.

"What ?"Saint Matthew the Apostle's human face dropped, his features reading confused.

"Put me down, now."This prison term, my voice mimicked the power I felt inside. His hands reluctantly loosened its grip on my thighs, and after a consequence my toes met the carpeting. The atmosphere suddenly shifted. Saint Matthew the Apostle's face was now confused, nervous and frighten away. It turned me on. I let the secretiveness chassis for a few more seconds ; I quite liked the uncomfortable expression on Gospel According to Matthew's pretty little fount. When I was ready, I turned him around, pushing his face against the door with my deal and forced myself up against his back.

"okeh, you had it your way. You had your fun, Matthew Stanley."Quickly, I reached into his Jockey shorts and tightly grabbed his pecker, making him gasp. His erection began to blow over when I took heraldic bearing, but after a couple seconds, His blunder was back. I stroked it slowly before whispering,"But now it's my number. This is my family, and you'll do what I say."He moaned deeply, passionately, and I could finger him trembling. Stepping back once, I moved my hand from the incline of his typeface to his mentum, forcing his head back. I kissed his book binding and shoulders tenderly, softly tracing his spine with my fingers, and punctuated it quickly with a slap of his ass. It felt softer and bigger than I had anticipated.

"This ass is mine, you got that ?"

"Mmm, yes ma'am. It's all yours ”, Matthew sighed. I was surprised to take heed his voice had soften as lots as it had, and I looked down to see pre-cum escaping his erection. He knew what I was ready to do to him, and he wanted it. I fucking loved it. Squeezing his ass again, I walked over to the bed and told him to comply me. We were closing to the light, and I could see his reflexion better than I could previously. He had completely submitted to me, and all it took was a brace condemnation. The longer this went on, and the more he readily responded to my bureau, the to a greater extent aware I was of the moisture in my panties.

"Take those off,"I demanded, pointing to the simply clause of clothing he still had on : his pre-cum stained blue boxer briefs. Grabbing the girdle and avoiding eye contact with me, he began to slide his underwear off his hips, until I stopped him.

"No. move around your backbone to me. I want see your little ass when you bent over. It's mine, isn't it ?"

"Yes… yes ma'am, it is,"he replied. He turned around removed his underclothes, and again, I was shocked at how big his ass was once there was nothing left to continue it up. His ass wasn't hairy, and neither was his kettle of fish. I could see he'd also bleached it. He was prepare. After a present moment, he turned around and looked at me. His hammer looked even harder. I smirked.

"Now, be a good boy and come lie on the bed with me."

Matthew was excited, despite his deportment. He crawled onto the bed and did more than I was expecting : he got down on all quartet and arched his back, spreading his pegleg out to display his tight whoreson. Oh, roll in the hay, I thought. This is so hot. I'd never been with a man like him before. So many men are afraid of their back entrance, and so despite my desire to play with a man's ass, I'd never met one who wanted to not only chip in it a try, but who was positively obsessed with it. Gospel According to Matthew wanted me to do anything I wanted to that ass of his, and I knew it. It'd been for a while since he'd slept with a woman who wanted to do this with him, and his craving for a shoulder strap on in his asshole was so hot that I wanted to fix him tell me exactly how he wanted this to go.

"Little Matty,"I began to ask as I moved around on the bed and began to fight my wet pussy against his ass. It felt so good and soft."I know you want me to bed your small hole. I can tell how badly you want to bounce up and down on that didlo I bought just for you. But before you do, I need you to tell me in heavy contingent exactly what you want."Again, I leaned forward and pulled his head back toward me by his hair.

"Yes ma'am, I will."He paused, cleared his pharynx, and spoke.

"I want you eat my ass. I've gotten off on the opinion of your lingua around my pickle while I use my hips to labour your face.I want you to spread my ass cheeks out so I can rub it against your tongue and lips. I love it when you squeeze and grab and slap my ass, it makes me feel owned. Like my body isn't mine, but yours. I would do it for you to bat my taint and swordplay with my cock with one helping hand. I want to you fuck my ass so deep and laborious, grabbing my hips and making my ass bounce against your sexy body. I do, I do need to bounce on your dildo. I want it so badly. I want you to do whatever you want to my ass. It's yours."

God, that was so fucking hot. I had to use everything in me to baulk my temptation to moan redress then. I didn't wan na let him in on how very much he'd turned me on quite yet. He could not cause had a more sodding ass either : smooth cutis, a little muscular but still indulgent enough that it jiggled when I slapped it, perfectly one shot. I just wanted to experience it against my clit for a while. I slid my hands slowly down his arched back and slapped his cheek with both men, then grabbed a handful of each, causing Matthew to jump, then groan. He arched his back even more, showing me his fuddled muddle once again. I could not expect to have that pressed up against my tongue. But I wanted to make him wait.

My work force migrated from his cushy ass to his hips, pulling him in closer. Pointing my groyne a little more upwards, I began moving my hips against his ass in a circular motion. I loved watching as his ass squished against my physical structure. Steadily, I built a minuscule upper, and his hips started twisting as well, rubbing his rightfulness brass right up against my clit. It felt so goodness I couldn't supporter but let out a groan, and he followed suit of clothes. My nipple were now hard and I noticed I was biting my lip. He was had me so fucking wet. Matthew's exhilaration was building too, as he pushed his ass into me harder and harder. Suddenly, he stopped the aphrodisiac swirling of his hips and took to bouncing his ass back on my clit. I remained still, watching as his ass moved forward and backward, jiggling every meter, making a slapping sound as his skin made contact with mine.

I had to suffer him, and I had to have him now. I slid back on the bed to lie on my stomach, reaching out to grab his hips and root for his ass down to meet me face. Pushing his ass brass apart, I buried my side into him, the musty scent sending a shockwave from my teat to my swollen button. I made circular motions with my tongue on his tight picayune asshole and felt his body tense from the intensity of the sense datum. Matthew released the longest, most dire groan I'd heard in all my years, and it sent me reeling. After lubricating his hole with my spit, I slapped his ass and went to town. I couldn't fucking believe this was, how sexy it was to have my boldness between this man's cheeks, and how a great deal he fucking loved it. I bit his exit cheek, then his right, then I tongue fucked him, with him moaning and sighing and panting all the while.

"Oh fuck yeah, eat that ass,"he said in a breathy vox, his head turned back to me and his properly hand holding my head right where he liked it. Now he was bouncing his ass up and down, rubbing his wet hole on my eagre natural language. I felt I could do this for time of day. We continued for a spell, me slapping and grabbing his ass, spitting on his hole, flicking my tongue this way and that way, sliding my tongue down periodically to puzzle out his taint and suck on his glob ; him humping my boldness, moaning and swearing with pleasure, tugging on his cock. After a moment, I sucked on my finger's breadth and slid it into his gob, and was surprised to sense him agitate himself into my script. The moaning got louder as I moved now to using two fingerbreadth and he twisted and gyrated his hips. I soon noticed I was moaning too, and I was so wet I could feel my own moisture running down my thighs.

"God, I want to get it on you so bad,"I said, my fingers still inside his arsehole."I want that ass so bad."

"Yes, please fuck me. fuck my like you mean it,"he replied.

I couldn't take it anymore. I grabbed the strap on and, fumbling all the while, I slipped it around my rosehip, adjusting it just so. The lubricator came next ; once we started, I didn't want there to be any ground for us to stop. Levi looked at me longingly. I could see the expectation in his eyes. He was so ready for me. Positioning myself just so behind him, I slowly pushed the shoulder strap on into him, being careful not to go too fast. He let out a sigh of satisfaction, so I sped up a touch. My hands were positioned on his pelvic arch, and the yearner we went the more he arched his back, his ass bouncing against me again. I kept slapping it until it was red.

"You like that ?"I asked him while trying to enamour my breath.

"shag yes, fuck me grueling baby. Ooh, yeah, have intercourse my ass."His moans were growing louder, and much Thomas More effeminate. He was so fucking hot. I couldn't postponement to make him cum. I fucked him hard, really hard. He tugged on his shaft, and I noticed a short pond of precum underneath him. Leaning forward and making his vertebral column arch even more, I pulled his hair, causing his headspring to hang backwards. I could hear his moans better this way.

"Oh God, I'm gon na cum. FUCK yeah, I'm gon na cum !"Matthew gasped, panted, and pushed his bouncing ass into me even harder. A whine was released, and I knew that he had cum all over my puff. I pulled the strap on out of him, and leaned back to enamor my breath. We both giggled.



Later that night, after we had eaten the Vietnamese intellectual nourishment, smoked weed and imbibe the rice beer, he fucked me and went abode. I showered and opened my windows to rid it of the smell of sex when I heard my phone chime. He'd texted me. I opened the substance to a painting of him, hang over with a finger in his little jam. I had no idea how he'd gotten that picture.

"No one has ever made me cum that hard before. Let's do it again next hebdomad ?"read his message.

"Hell yes ; )"I replied, and went to sleep .
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