Standing in the cascade, a small Wave of anxiety washed over me. My eyes shot give as I finally realized what it was I was showering for in the first place. This group meeting, tryst, get-together, date, whatever you want to ring it, was only a one-half 60 minutes away. I slowly washed my breasts and abdomen with my loofa, trying to convince myself that the tenacious it took for me to get make, the more time would slow down, and the more metre I had until he arrived on my doorstep.

Usually, men don't make me flighty. As a 26-year-old, I felt I knew what to expect from them, and I had a self regard that tended to air on the side of arrogance when it came to dates that always kept me in ascendence. I knew that I had a index over men, and I knew I could make them desire me considerably more than I could ever want them without hardly any crusade. I knew I could dominate them. But this man was the exclusion the pattern. In my own way, I had worked at this. It felt like a phantasy of mine was finally coming true, 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-bodied to have, and it made me want him all the more. Now that it looked as if I had finally sunk my dentition into him, I was certain I did not want to mess it up.

I stepped out of the cascade, dried myself off and looked at the getup that was folded up on my sewer bum : wild blue yonder and White person pinstripe cotton fiber frill-top pants that stopped just before the ankle and a white spaghetti shoulder strap top that I would tire without a bra, as to make my nipple piercing easily visible. Even if I was oddly nervous to see him, at to the lowest degree I knew I would look amazing.

Walking toward my bedroom, the apposition of its nervelessness and the muffle heat of the can sent a chill down my spur. Examining the blank, I determined that it looked satisfactory enough to call for someone into for the dark. My bed was uncharacteristically made, floor freshly vacuumed, and my desk was cleared of the wad of useless paper, tampons, books, and half empty glasses of water that it typically hosted. I tossed my towel in my shackle near my desk and closed the door to get a effective face at myself in the mirror. The view of my own observation sent another thrill down my spine, but it wasn't one of anxiety or nerves, thankfully. It was of confidence. I couldn't call up ever having liked the way I looked so much before. My skin was truly beamy from brain to toe. The box braids on my psyche cascaded down and framed my facial expression perfectly, but didn't take away from my favorite facial feature of speech : my in high spirits malar bone. Turning my head to the left, I peered at the strap on harness I had purchased specifically for the invitee 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 better nighttime to catch some Z's with my former college professor.

Just as I'd dressed, turned on some mood music, and finished pouring one of the two glasses of Pinot grape noir there was a knock on my door. He'd arrived. I took my meter going over to let him in, as I wanted to make sure I left every trace of spunk behind me. I'd waited so long for the chance to do this On my way to greet him, I took an outsize sip of the wine-coloured I had in helping hand a deep breath, and slowly opened the door.

He had been my professor in my Jr class British Literature course. I was a linguistics major, and I wanted to take as many path related to intelligence and spoken language as I could, even if it meant choosing them as electives. When the metre came to show, I was sure I wanted to take the course with the same cleaning lady who had taught my Semantics and Phonetics course of instruction the year prior, Professor Charles Wesley. She was a remarkable charwoman whose influence over me was both professional person 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 preface. My esteem for her was unmatched, and I wanted to absorb every bit of information from her as I could. Thus, I was nearly in a fad when I learned I would be taking the course 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 true role model, but to no avail. My wholly summer leading up to that gloam semester was spent in frustration, wondering why my perfect tense design 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 aphrodisiacal smile of his, and I felt a monumental thrill of epinephrin. I wanted him right then, I could feel my eubstance responding to his mere front, but I kept my cool. I needed him to want me More. Professor Stanley, or Matthew, as I took to calling him, was gorgeous. He nearly towered over me, standing at a to the full 6'1"while I was 5'4 ”. He was muscular, had a full head of salt and pepper pilus and wore thick rimmed glasses. Honestly, he could've been a GQ model if he was 20 old age younger.

"commodity evening, gorgeous ”, he said in a low phonation, still wearing that smile. His green eyes twinkled.

"Hey, Mister ”, I replied, trying not to consider too difficult about how hot I'd become in the go ten second gear. Hesitantly, he leaned in for a hug, his left helping hand resting firmly but gently on my bare skin. The olfactory property on Levi's black clit up was intoxicating, and his stiff, warm chest pushed up against my aspect sent my nous reeling. He was a stereotypically manful man, and it made me want to take him for my own even more. The bosom eventually came to an end, and I moved to the position to let him in.

"Hey, so I hope you don't judgment, but I brought a petty snack for us. I've been obsessed with this Vietnamese spot a duo miles away from the university, so I thought I'd impart some outflow rolls. I also picked up some saki. You okay with that ?"

I smiled, nodded. and decided to pee a relocation. 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 lips were on mine again. I felt his big hands on my articulatio coxae. We were doing this now.

Panting and pushing our bodies into one another, we stumbled into my bedroom and slammed the door shut. Matthew grabbed my face like he owned me, and I wrapped my arms around his neck. My soundbox was riddled with ecstasy and I noticed I was trembling as his custody slid down my side, back, and hips, picking me up by the spinal column of my thighs, giving my ass a firm squeeze and smacking on the way down. I whimpered as he began sucking on my tit and neck, and I chuckled to myself, thinking about what I would end up saying to avoid explaining to friends and coworkers that my other college professor had given me a hickey.

"God, every bit of you tastes so fucking soundly ”, Matthew sighed. His fount looked completely different than it did when he first walked into my flat hallway xv minutes ago. He looked completely different now, his Methedrine removed, small beads of sweat on his brow and thorax, the dilation of his pupils. He looked completely animal, wish just being in the same elbow room with me was all it really took to get him off. I realized that, in this bit, he felt like he needed me. This revelation sent epinephrin charging through every single in of my body. I was wide of business leader, intensity and control.

"Put me down,"I whispered.

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

"Put me down, now."This sentence, my voice mimicked the power I felt inside. His mitt reluctantly loosened its grip on my thigh, and after a moment my toes met the rug. The ambience suddenly shifted. Matthew's face was now mix up, neural and frighten. It turned me on. I let the secrecy build for a few more seconds ; I quite liked the uncomfortable look on Matthew's pretty piddling expression. When I was fix, I turned him around, pushing his human face against the room access with my hand and forced myself up against his back.

"Okay, you had it your way. You had your fun, Matthew Stanley."Quickly, I reached into his brief and tightly grabbed his pecker, making him pant. His erection began to blow over when I took electric charge, but after a couplet seconds, His boner was back. I stroked it slowly before whispering,"But now it's my turn. This is my dwelling house, and you'll do what I say."He moaned deeply, passionately, and I could feel him trembling. Stepping back once, I moved my bridge player from the side of his fount to his chin, forcing his brain back. I kissed his spinal column and shoulders tenderly, softly tracing his vertebral column with my fingers, and punctuated it quickly with a smack 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 hear his voice had soften as 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 expression better than I could previously. He had completely submitted to me, and all it took was a pair judgment of conviction. The longer this went on, and the more he readily responded to my potency, the more mindful I was of the wet in my panties.

"Take those off,"I demanded, pointing to the only clause of clothing he still had on : his pre-cum stained aristocratic boxer legal brief. Grabbing the waistband and avoiding eye tangency with me, he began to slue his underclothing off his hip, until I stopped him.

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

"Yes… yes ma'am, it is,"he replied. He turned around removed his underclothing, and again, I was shocked at how big his ass was once there was nothing left to cover it up. His ass wasn't hairy, and neither was his hole. I could see he'd also bleached it. He was quick. After a moment, 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 demeanour. He crawled onto the bed and did more than I was expecting : he got down on all fours and arched his back, spreading his legs out to let on his wet asshole. Oh, have a go at it, 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 represent 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. Levi 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 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 believe 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 promote my wet pussycat against his ass. It felt so good and soft."I know you want me to fuck your minuscule mess. 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 severalize me in great particular 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 persuasion of your spit around my hole while I use my hips to craunch 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 lick my contamination and gambling with my cock with one script. I want to you do it my ass so inscrutable and hard, grabbing my rose hip and making my ass bounce against your sexy consistence. I do, I do desire 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 have sex hot. I had to use everything in me to defy my enticement to moan rightfield then. I didn't wan na let him in on how much he'd turned me on quite yet. He could not get had a more perfect ass either : smooth skin, a little muscular but still balmy enough that it jiggled when I slapped it, perfectly round. I just wanted to sense it against my clitoris for a while. I slid my bridge player slowly down his arched back and slapped his nerve with both hands, then grabbed a handful of each, causing Matthew to jump, then moan. He arched his back even more, showing me his tight hole once again. I could not look to experience that pressed up against my knife. But I wanted to ca-ca him wait.

My hands migrated from his easygoing ass to his articulatio coxae, pulling him in closer. Pointing my seawall a little more upwards, I began moving my pelvis against his ass in a circular gesture. I loved watching as his ass squished against my consistency. Steadily, I built a petty speed, and his hips started twisting as well, rubbing his right cheek right up against my clitoris. It felt so upright I couldn't help but let out a groan, and he followed suit. My tit were now hard and I noticed I was biting my lip. He was had me so fucking wet. St. Matthew's excitement was building too, as he pushed his ass into me harder and harder. Suddenly, he stopped the sexy swirling of his articulatio coxae and took to bouncing his ass back on my button. 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 give 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 pull his ass down to come across me face. Pushing his ass buttock apart, I buried my human face into him, the fusty smell sending a shockwave from my nipples to my swollen clit. I made circular apparent motion with my tongue on his squiffy piffling whoreson and felt his body tense from the intensity of the sensation. Saint Matthew the Apostle released the long, most desperate moan I'd heard in all my twelvemonth, 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 accept my typeface between this man's cheeks, and how practically he fucking loved it. I bit his left cheek, then his right hand, 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 rightfield 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 glossa. I felt I could do this for hr. We continued for a spell, me slapping and grabbing his ass, spitting on his pickle, flicking my tongue this way and that way, sliding my tongue down periodically to work out his taint and suck on his testis ; him humping my face, moaning and swearing with pleasure, tugging on his cock. After a moment, I sucked on my finger and slid it into his hole, and was surprised to experience him labor 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 wet running down my thighs.

"God, I want to fuck you so bad,"I said, my finger's breadth still inside his SOB."I want that ass so bad."

"Yes, delight do it me. screw 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 hips, adjusting it just so. The lubricant came next ; once we started, I didn't want there to be any reason for us to cease. Matthew looked at me longingly. I could see the expectation in his eyes. He was so set up for me. Positioning myself just so behind him, I slowly pushed the strap on into him, being careful not to go too fast. He let out a suspiration of satisfaction, so I sped up a touch. My workforce were positioned on his hips, and the thirster we went the more he arched his backrest, his ass bounce 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, screw my ass."His moans were growing louder, and much more effeminate. He was so ass hot. I couldn't waiting to stimulate him cum. I fucked him unvoiced, really heavily. He tugged on his cock, and I noticed a short kitty of precum underneath him. Leaning forward and making his back arch even more, I pulled his hair, causing his head to devolve backwards. I could see his moans better this way.

"Oh God, I'm gon na cum. roll in the hay yeah, I'm gon na cum !"St. Matthew the Apostle 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 comfort. I pulled the strap on out of him, and leaned back to bewitch my breath. We both giggled.



Later that night, after we had eaten the Vietnamese intellectual nourishment, smoked weed and drank the sake, he fucked me and went plate. I showered and opened my windows to rid it of the smell of sex when I heard my phone gong. He'd texted me. I opened the subject matter to a motion picture of him, bent over with a finger in his little mess. I had no approximation how he'd gotten that picture.

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

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