The Professor ( 3 )


Anal, Pegging
Standing in the rain shower, a small wave of anxiety washed over me. My center shot loose as I finally realized what it was I was showering for in the maiden plaza. This meeting, tryst, get-together, date, whatever you want to yell it, was only a one-half hour away. I slowly washed my breasts and tummy with my luffa, trying to win over myself that the tenacious it took for me to get prepare, the more time would slow down, and the more prison term 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 expect from them, and I had a self esteem that tended to air on the side of arrogance when it came to particular date that always keep on me in command. I knew that I had a power over men, and I knew I could make them want me considerably more than I could ever want them without hardly any endeavour. I knew I could eclipse them. But this man was the exclusion the rule. In my own way, I had worked at this. It felt like a fantasy of mine was finally coming genuine, and my emotions could hardly make sense of it. He had been something in my life-time I wasn't sure I would ever be able to suffer, 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 it up.

I stepped out of the rain shower, dried myself off and looked at the outfit that was folded up on my toilet seat : blueness and white pinstripe cotton wool frill-top pants that stopped just before the ankle and a white spaghetti strap top that I would wear without a bra, as to hold my nipple piercing easily visible. Even if I was oddly flighty to see him, at least I knew I would take care amazing.

Walking toward my sleeping accommodation, the juxtaposition of its chilliness and the damp heat of the john sent a frisson down my spur. Examining the place, I determined that it looked acceptable enough to pay for someone into for the nighttime. My bed was uncharacteristically made, storey freshly vacuumed, and my desk was cleared of the heaps of useless composition, tampons, Book, and one-half empty methamphetamine of water that it typically hosted. I tossed my towel in my shackle near my desk and closed the threshold to get a upright look at myself in the mirror. The pile of my own reflection sent another chill down my spur, but it wasn't one of anxiety or nerves, thankfully. It was of self-assurance. I couldn't recall ever having liked the way I looked so much before. My skin was truly radiant from forefront to toe. The box braids on my pass cascaded down and framed my face perfectly, but didn't take away from my favorite seventh cranial nerve lineament : my highschool malar bone. Turning my fountainhead to the left wing, I peered at the strap on harness I had purchased specifically for the node I had coming over. I looked back at myself in the mirror and watched as a circuitous smirk spread across my face.There couldn't have been a honorable nighttime to sleep with my former college professor.

Just as I'd dressed, turned on some modality music, and finished pouring one of the two glasses of Pinot noir there was a roast on my door. He'd arrived. I took my time going over to let him in, as I wanted to reach sure I left every tincture of nerves behind me. I'd waited so long for the opportunity to do this On my way to recognise him, I took an outsize sip of the wine I had in hired hand a deep breath, and slowly opened the threshold.

He had been my professor in my junior class British Literature course. I was a linguistics John Major, and I wanted to take as many path related to password and language as I could, even if it meant choosing them as electives. When the metre came to register, I was certain I wanted to take the course of study with the same woman who had taught my Semantics and Phonetics category the twelvemonth prior, professor Charles Wesley. She was a remarkable fair sex whose influence over me was both professional and motherly, and I told her many times that if I ever finished the Holy Writ I'd been working on, I wanted her to write its foreword. My deference for her was unrivalled, and I wanted to plunge every bit of data from her as I could. Thus, I was nearly in a rage when I learned I would be taking the course not with her but with a Professor Henry M. Stanley, some guy who'd transferred from a college upstate. I tried with all my might to change my class agenda and work schedule to make it potential for me to be taught by my one and only admittedly theatrical role modelling, but to no avail. My all summer leading up to that fall semester was spent in thwarting, wondering why my perfect programme had crumbled before me, that is, until I finally met my new instructor.

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He stood in straw man of me, smiling that sexy grin of his, and I felt a monumental surge of epinephrin. I wanted him right then, I could feel my torso responding to his mere comportment, but I kept my cool. I needed him to want me more. Professor Stanley, or Gospel According to Matthew, as I took to calling him, was gorgeous. He nearly towered over me, standing at a fully 6'1"while I was 5'4 ”. He was brawny, had a wax head of salt and pepper hair's-breadth and wore midst rimmed glasses. Honestly, he could've been a GQ model if he was 20 yr younger.

"good even, gorgeous ”, he said in a low voice, still wearing that grinning. His unripened eyes twinkled.

"Hey, Mister ”, I replied, trying not to think too operose about how hot I'd become in the last ten s. Hesitantly, he leaned in for a hug, his left script resting firmly but gently on my bare peel. The smell on Matthew's opprobrious push button up was intoxicating, and his stiff, affectionate chest pushed up against my typeface sent my promontory reeling. He was a stereotypically manly man, and it made me want to take 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 little snack for us. I've been obsessed with this Annamite patch a match mile away from the university, so I thought I'd bring some spring rolls. I also picked up some interest. You okay with that ?"

I smiled, nodded. and decided to take 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 eye, and in an instant, his lip were on mine again. I felt his big hands on my hip. We were doing this now.

Panting and pushing our eubstance into one another, we stumbled into my sleeping room and slammed the doorway shut. St. Matthew grabbed my case like he owned me, and I wrapped my subdivision around his cervix. My consistency was riddled with ecstasy and I noticed I was trembling as his hands slid down my face, back, and hip, picking me up by the back of my thigh, giving my ass a firm wring and slap on the way down. I whimpered as he began sucking on my titty and neck, and I chuckled to myself, thinking about what I would end up saying to avoid explaining to friends and coworkers that my previous college professor had given me a zit.

"God, every bit of you discernment so fucking effective ”, Matthew sighed. His aspect looked completely dissimilar than it did when he first walked into my apartment hallway fifteen minutes ago. He looked completely different now, his glasses removed, little beads of perspiration on his brow and chest, the dilation of his student. He looked completely sensual, like just being in the same room with me was all it really took to get him off. I realized that, in this here and now, he felt like he needed me. This Book of Revelation sent epinephrine charging through every single column inch of my torso. I was full of power, durability and ascendance.

"Put me down,"I whispered.

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

"Put me down, now."This sentence, my part mimicked the power I felt inside. His hands reluctantly loosened its grip on my thighs, and after a instant my toes met the rug. The atm suddenly shifted. Gospel According to Matthew's boldness was now confused, nervous and dash. It turned me on. I let the silence build for a few More second ; I quite liked the uncomfortable look on Saint Matthew's pretty little face. When I was ready, I turned him around, pushing his aspect against the door with my hand and forced myself up against his back.

"Okay, you had it your way. You had your fun, St. Matthew Stanley."Quickly, I reached into his brief and tightly grabbed his stopcock, making him heave. His erection began to wither when I took charge, but after a couple seconds, His boner was back. I stroked it slowly before whispering,"But now it's my turn. This is my habitation, and you'll do what I say."He moaned deeply, passionately, and I could feel him trembling. Stepping back once, I moved my paw from the side of his grimace to his chin, forcing his head back. I kissed his back and shoulders tenderly, softly tracing his spine with my finger's breadth, and punctuated it quickly with a slap of his ass. It felt softer and prominent 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 hear his voice had soften as very much 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 locution better than I could previously. He had completely submitted to me, and all it took was a twain prison term. The longer this went on, and the more he readily responded to my authority, the more aware I was of the moisture in my panties.

"Take those off,"I demanded, pointing to the only if article of article of clothing he still had on : his pre-cum stained blue packer briefs. Grabbing the waistband and avoiding eye contact with me, he began to slew his underwear off his pelvis, until I stopped him.

"No. reverse your back to me. I want see your fiddling ass when you bent over. It's mine, isn't it ?"

"Yes… yes ma'am, it is,"he replied. He turned around removed his underwear, and again, I was shocked at how big his ass was once there was cypher left to wrap up it up. His ass wasn't hairy, and neither was his hole. I could see he'd also bleached it. He was prepare. After a moment, he turned around and looked at me. His pecker 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 Thomas More than I was expecting : he got down on all 4 and arched his cover, spreading his leg out to exhibit his tight shit. Oh, fuck, 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 awhile since he'd slept with a womanhood who wanted to do this with him, and his craving for a shoulder strap on in his son of a bitch was so hot that I wanted to make him evidence me exactly how he wanted this to go.

"Little Matty,"I began to ask as I moved around on the bed and began to press my wet kitty-cat against his ass. It felt so good and diffused."I know you want me to get laid your little 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 great detail exactly what you want."Again, I leaned forward and pulled his headspring 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 process of your natural language around my hole while I use my hip to grind your face.I want you to scatter 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 organic structure isn't mine, but yours. I would do it for you to lick my taint and playing period with my rooster with one helping hand. I want to you have sex my ass so thick and difficult, grabbing my hips and making my ass bounce against your sexy consistence. 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 fucking hot. I had to use everything in me to balk my temptation to moan right then. I didn't wan na let him in on how much he'd turned me on quite yet. He could not have got had a more pure ass either : smooth skin, a little muscular but still soft enough that it jiggled when I slapped it, perfectly bout. 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 hands, then grabbed a handful of each, causing Levi to jump, then moan. He arched his back even more, showing me his tight hole once again. I could not hold off to feature that pressed up against my tongue. But I wanted to cook him wait.

My hands migrated from his sonant ass to his hips, pulling him in closer. Pointing my groin a little more upwards, I began moving my pelvic girdle against his ass in a rotary motion. I loved watching as his ass squished against my physical structure. Steadily, I built a little speeding, and his pelvis started twisting as well, rubbing his right hand cheek right up against my button. It felt so good I couldn't supporter 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. Gospel According to Matthew's excitement was building too, as he pushed his ass into me harder and harder. Suddenly, he stopped the aphrodisiacal 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 time, making a slapping sound as his skin made tangency with mine.

I had to have him, and I had to own him now. I slid back on the bed to lie on my tum, reaching out to grab his hips and pull his ass down to meet me face. Pushing his ass cheeks apart, I buried my face into him, the musty scent sending a shockwave from my nipples to my swollen-headed clit. I made broadsheet motility with my tongue on his tight little asshole and felt his eubstance tense from the chroma of the champion. Levi released the longest, most desperate moan I'd heard in all my yr, 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 aphrodisiacal it was to have my nerve between this man's cheeks, and how much he fucking loved it. I bit his left 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 vocalization, his head turned back to me and his veracious hand holding my school principal right where he liked it. Now he was bouncing his ass up and down, rubbing his wet hole on my eager spit. I felt I could do this for hours. We continued for a while, me slapping and grabbing his ass, spitting on his hole, flicking my tongue this way and that way, sliding my spit down periodically to lick his taint and suction on his egg ; him humping my boldness, moaning and swearing with pleasure, tugging on his pecker. After a moment, I sucked on my finger's breadth and slew it into his hole, and was surprised to find him push himself into my hand. The moaning got louder as I moved now to using two fingers and he twisted and gyrated his rosehip. I soon noticed I was moaning too, and I was so wet I could finger my own moisture running down my thighs.

"God, I want to fuck you so bad,"I said, my fingers still inside his asshole."I want that ass so bad."

"Yes, please get it on me. Fuck my like you mean it,"he replied.

I couldn't take it anymore. I grabbed the strap on and, fumbling all the piece, I slipped it around my rose hip, adjusting it just so. The lube came side by side ; once we started, I didn't want there to be any reason for us to break. Matthew looked at me longingly. I could see the anticipation in his eyes. He was so quick 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 spot. My hands were positioned on his hips, 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 catch my breath.

"Fuck yes, fuck me harder baby. Ooh, yeah, get it on my ass."His groan were growing louder, and much more effeminate. He was so shtup hot. I couldn't delay to make him cum. I fucked him hard, really hard. He tugged on his pecker, and I noticed a trivial pool of precum underneath him. Leaning forward and making his back arch even more, I pulled his hair, causing his head word to fall backwards. I could get wind his moans better this way.

"Oh God, I'm gon na cum. screwing yeah, I'm gon na cum !"Matthew 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 puff. I pulled the strap on out of him, and leaned back to catch my breath. We both giggled.



Later that night, after we had eaten the Vietnamese food for thought, smoked sens and drank the interest, he fucked me and went home. I showered and opened my Windows to rid it of the smelling of sex when I heard my phone chime. He'd texted me. I opened the message to a picture of him, bent grass over with a finger in his short hole. I had no estimate how he'd gotten that picture.

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

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