Standing in the shower, a humble wave of anxiousness washed over me. My center shot open as I finally realized what it was I was showering for in the foremost plaza. This coming together, tryst, get-together, date, whatever you want to call it, was only a half hour away. I slowly washed my breasts and stomach with my loufah sponge, trying to win over myself that the foresighted it took for me to get fix, the more than time would slow down, and the more sentence I had until he arrived on my doorstep.

Usually, men don't make me nervous. As a 26-year-old, I felt I knew what to carry from them, and I had a ego admiration that tended to air on the incline of hauteur when it came to particular date that always kept me in mastery. I knew that I had a power over men, and I knew I could make them want me considerably more than I could ever require 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 fantasy of mine was finally coming true, and my emotions could hardly make signified of it. He had been something in my biography I wasn't sure I would ever be able to let, 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 certain 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 throne seat : blue angel and white pinstripe cotton frill-top pants that stopped just before the ankle and a Patrick White spaghetti strap top that I would wear without a bra, as to fix my teat piercing easily visible. Even if I was oddly unquiet to see him, at to the lowest degree I knew I would look amazing.

Walking toward my bedroom, the juxtaposition of its coolness and the dampness heat of the bathroom sent a chill down my spinal column. Examining the infinite, I determined that it looked acceptable enough to invite someone into for the Night. My bed was uncharacteristically made, story freshly vacuumed, and my desk was cleared of the rafts of useless papers, tampons, leger, and one-half vacuous spyglass of water that it typically hosted. I tossed my towel in my hamper near my desk and closed the door to get a effective expression at myself in the mirror. The ken of my own reflection sent another shiver down my spine, but it wasn't one of anxiety or nerves, thankfully. It was of self-confidence. I couldn't remember ever having liked the way I looked so lots before. My skin was truly refulgent from head to toe. The box braid on my forefront cascaded down and framed my face perfectly, but didn't take away from my front-runner facial feature : my high zygomatic. Turning my fountainhead to the left wing, I peered at the 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 devious smirk spread across my face.There couldn't have been a serious night to kip with my previous college professor.

Just as I'd dressed, turned on some mood medicine, and finished pouring one of the two glasses of Pinot grape noir there was a smash on my door. He'd arrived. I took my time going over to let him in, as I wanted to induce sure I left every trace of nerve behind me. I'd waited so long for the opportunity to do this On my way to greet him, I took an oversized sip of the wine I had in deal a mysterious intimation, and slowly opened the room access.

He had been my professor in my next-to-last year Brits Literature trend. I was a philology major, and I wanted to admit as many courses related to Book and language as I could, even if it meant choosing them as electives. When the time came to show, I was certain I wanted to take the course with the Same woman who had taught my Semantics and Phonetics class the year prior, Professor Charles Wesley. She was a remarkable woman whose influence over me was both master and maternally, and I told her many sentence that if I ever finished the playscript I'd been working on, I wanted her to pen its prolusion. My respect for her was unmatched, and I wanted to plunge every bit of data from her as I could. Thus, I was nearly in a furor when I learned I would be taking the social class not with her but with a Professor John Rowlands, some guy who'd transferred from a college upstate. I tried with all my might to interchange my class schedule and work schedule to make it potential for me to be taught by my one and only unfeigned role manakin, but to no help. My unhurt summertime leading up to that dusk semester was spent in foiling, wondering why my perfect plan had crumbled before me, that is, until I finally met my new instructor.

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He stood in front of me, smiling that sexy smile of his, and I felt a monumental rush of adrenaline. I wanted him right then, I could feel my trunk responding to his mere presence, but I kept my sang-froid. I needed him to want me more. prof Henry M. Stanley, or 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 muscular, had a full moon head of Strategic Arms Limitation Talks and peppercorn hair and wore thick rimmed deoxyephedrine. Honestly, he could've been a GQ manikin if he was 20 years younger.

"commodity evening, gorgeous ”, he said in a low representative, still wearing that smile. His immature middle twinkled.

"Hey, Mister ”, I replied, trying not to consider too concentrated about how hot I'd become in the final stage ten seconds. Hesitantly, he leaned in for a hug, his left hand hand resting firmly but gently on my bare skin. The scent on Levi's black button up was intoxicating, and his hard, warm bureau pushed up against my look sent my head reeling. He was a stereotypically manly man, and it made me want to deal him for my own even more. The embrace eventually came to an end, and I moved to the side of meat to let him in.

"Hey, so I hope you don't mind, but I brought a little snack for us. I've been obsessed with this Vietnamese maculation a couple Admiralty mile away from the university, so I thought I'd bring some spring whorl. I also picked up some interest. You okay with that ?"

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

Panting and pushing our eubstance into one another, we stumbled into my bedchamber and slammed the door shut. Levi grabbed my aspect like he owned me, and I wrapped my arms around his neck. My body was riddled with transport and I noticed I was trembling as his paw slid down my face, back, and hips, picking me up by the vertebral column of my second joint, giving my ass a firm liquidity crisis and slap on the way down. I whimpered as he began sucking on my breasts and cervix, and I chuckled to myself, thinking about what I would end up saying to deflect explaining to champion and coworkers that my former college professor had given me a hickey.

"God, every bit of you gustation so fucking good ”, Matthew sighed. His face looked completely different than it did when he first walked into my flat hallway XV minutes ago. He looked completely dissimilar now, his glasses removed, small string of beads of sweat on his brow and chest, the dilation of his school-age child. He looked completely carnal, like just being in the like 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 revelation sent adrenaline charging through every unmarried inch of my body. I was replete of power, strong suit and control.

"Put me down,"I whispered.

"What ?"Matthew's face dropped, his features reading confused.

"Put me down, now."This clip, my vocalisation mimicked the major power I felt inside. His script reluctantly loosened its clench on my thigh, and after a moment my toes met the carpet. The atmosphere suddenly shifted. Matthew's aspect was now confused, nervous and mark. It turned me on. I let the secretiveness build for a few Sir Thomas More seconds ; I quite liked the uncomfortable look on Saint Matthew the Apostle's pretty trivial face. When I was ready, I turned him around, pushing his face against the door with my hand and forced myself up against his back.

"O.K., you had it your way. You had your fun, Matthew Stanley."Quickly, I reached into his briefs and tightly grabbed his putz, making him puff. His erecting began to languish when I took care, but after a match seconds, His botch was back. I stroked it slowly before whispering,"But now it's my tour. This is my household, and you'll do what I say."He moaned deeply, passionately, and I could feel him trembling. Stepping back once, I moved my hand from the side of his face to his Kuki-Chin, forcing his head back. I kissed his rachis and shoulders tenderly, softly tracing his spine with my fingers, and punctuated it quickly with a smacking of his ass. It felt softer and expectant 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 try his voice had soften as a lot 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 follow me. We were closing to the light, and I could see his expression better than I could previously. He had completely submitted to me, and all it took was a pair off sentences. The longer this went on, and the more he readily responded to my office, the Thomas More aware I was of the moisture in my step-in.

"takings those off,"I demanded, pointing to the only clause of clothing he still had on : his pre-cum stained naughty bagger legal brief. Grabbing the waistband and avoiding eye contact with me, he began to slither his underwear off his hips, until I stopped him.

"No. twist your back 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 cover up it up. His ass wasn't hairy, and neither was his fix. I could see he'd also bleached it. He was gear up. After a mo, he turned around and looked at me. His cock looked even harder. I smirked.

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

Matthew was excited, despite his demeanor. He crawled onto the bed and did more than I was expecting : he got down on all quartet and arched his back, spreading his branch out to expose his plastered asshole. Oh, sleep together, I thought. This is so hot. I'd never been with a man like him before. So many men are afraid of their backdoor, and so despite my desire to play with a man's ass, I'd never met one who wanted to not only give it a try, but who was positively obsessed with it. 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 strap on in his asshole was so hot that I wanted to make 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 push my wet pussy against his ass. It felt so skilful and soft."I know you want me to fuck your little hole. I can tell apart how badly you want to spring up and down on that didlo I bought just for you. But before you do, I need you to order me in capital detail 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 throat, and spoke.

"I want you eat my ass. I've gotten off on the thought of your knife around my hole while I use my hips to grind 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 love for you to bat my taint and play with my cock with one bridge player. I want to you fuck my ass so deep and hard, grabbing my hips and making my ass bounce against your sexy body. I do, I do want 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 do it hot. I had to use everything in me to defy my temptation to groan right then. I didn't wan na let him in on how very much he'd turned me on quite yet. He could not have had a more perfect ass either : smooth peel, a niggling muscular but still flabby enough that it jiggled when I slapped it, perfectly round. I just wanted to feel it against my clit for a while. I slid my hands slowly down his arched back and slapped his cheeks with both workforce, then grabbed a handful of each, causing Matthew to skip, then moan. He arched his back even more, showing me his fast hollow once again. I could not hold off to have that pressed up against my tongue. But I wanted to make him waitress.

My hands migrated from his subdued ass to his hips, pulling him in closer. Pointing my groin a little more upwards, I began moving my hips against his ass in a circular question. I loved watching as his ass squished against my consistence. Steadily, I built a little swiftness, and his articulatio coxae started twisting as well, rubbing his rightfield cheek right up against my clit. It felt so beneficial I couldn't help but let out a moan, and he followed suit. My nipples were now hard and I noticed I was biting my lip. He was had me so fucking wet. Levi's excitement was building too, as he pushed his ass into me laborious and harder. Suddenly, he stopped the sexy swirling of his hip and took to bouncing his ass back on my clit. I remained still, watching as his ass moved forward and backward, jiggling every metre, making a slapping sound as his skin made touch with mine.

I had to have him, and I had to own him now. I slid back on the bed to lie on my stomach, reaching out to catch his rosehip and pull his ass down to meet me face. Pushing his ass cheek apart, I buried my face into him, the frowsty scent sending a shockwave from my teat to my swollen clitoris. I made circular motions with my tongue on his tight little asshole and felt his body tense from the intensity of the sensation. Matthew released the foresighted, most despairing moan I'd heard in all my years, and it sent me reeling. After lubricating his hole with my tongue, I slapped his ass and went to town. I couldn't fucking believe this was, how sexy it was to have my face between this man's cheeks, and how much he fucking loved it. I bit his left hand buttock, then his rightfield, 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 voice, his head turned back to me and his redress helping hand holding my headspring right where he liked it. Now he was bouncing his ass up and down, rubbing his wet jam on my aegir clapper. I felt I could do this for hr. We continued for a while, me slapping and grabbing his ass, spitting on his golf hole, flicking my knife this way and that way, sliding my spit down periodically to lick his taint and suction on his testis ; him humping my face, moaning and swearing with pleasure, tugging on his cock. After a import, I sucked on my finger's breadth and slid it into his hole, and was surprised to feel him force himself into my hand. The moaning got louder as I moved now to using two digit 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 fuck you so bad,"I said, my finger's breadth still inside his asshole."I want that ass so bad."

"Yes, please sleep together me. Fuck my like you mean it,"he replied.

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

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

"screw yes, fuck me intemperate baby. Ooh, yeah, sleep with my ass."His moan were growing louder, and much more effeminate. He was so fucking hot. I couldn't hold to make him cum. I fucked him voiceless, really hard. He tugged on his putz, and I noticed a little pool of precum underneath him. Leaning forward and making his back archway even more, I pulled his hair, causing his headway to flow backwards. I could hear his groan better this way.

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



Later that Nox, after we had eaten the Annamese food, smoked Mary Jane and wassail the sake, he fucked me and went nursing home. I showered and opened my window to rid it of the tone of sex when I heard my phone chime. He'd texted me. I opened the message to a video of him, set over with a finger in his little hole. I had no approximation how he'd gotten that picture.

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

"netherworld yes ; )"I replied, and went to kip .