Standing in the shower bath, a humble wave of anxiousness washed over me. My middle shot open as I finally realized what it was I was showering for in the beginning topographic point. This merging, rendezvous, get-together, engagement, whatever you want to call it, was only a half time of day away. I slowly washed my breasts and tummy with my loofa, trying to win over myself that the longer it took for me to get set up, the to a greater extent prison term would decelerate down, and the more time 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 bear from them, and I had a ego esteem that tended to air on the side of arrogance when it came to dates that always kept me in control. I knew that I had a powerfulness over men, and I knew I could make them require me considerably more than I could ever need them without hardly any effort. I knew I could dominate them. But this man was the exception the normal. 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 sensation of it. He had been something in my life I wasn't sure I would ever be capable to throw, and it made me need him all the more. Now that it looked as if I had finally sunk my tooth into him, I was sealed I did not want to mess it up.

I stepped out of the shower, dried myself off and looked at the outfit that was folded up on my toilet seat : blue and Andrew Dickson White pinstripe cotton plant frill-top pants that stopped just before the mortise joint and a white spaghetti shoulder strap top that I would wear off without a bra, as to arrive at my teat piercing easily visible. Even if I was oddly nervous to see him, at least I knew I would look amazing.

walk toward my sleeping room, the juxtaposition of its coolness and the damp heat of the privy sent a frisson down my spikelet. Examining the space, I determined that it looked acceptable enough to invite someone into for the night. My bed was uncharacteristically made, level freshly vacuumed, and my desk was cleared of the heaps of useless papers, tampons, Holy Scripture, and half vacate glasses of water that it typically hosted. I tossed my towel in my hamper near my desk and closed the door to get a good looking at at myself in the mirror. The sight of my own reflection sent another iciness down my spine, but it wasn't one of anxiousness or boldness, thankfully. It was of self-confidence. I couldn't remember ever having liked the way I looked so much before. My peel was truly beamy from point to toe. The box braids on my head cascaded down and framed my face perfectly, but didn't take away from my favorite facial nerve feature article : my luxuriously cheekbones. Turning my head to the left, 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 circuitous smirk spread across my face.There couldn't have been a in force nighttime to sleep with my quondam college professor.

Just as I'd dressed, turned on some mood music, and finished pouring one of the two chalk of pinot noir there was a knock on my door. He'd arrived. I took my fourth dimension going over to let him in, as I wanted to take a leak certainly I left every ghost of mettle behind me. I'd waited so long for the opportunity to do this On my way to greet him, I took an oversize sip of the wine I had in hand a deep breath, and slowly opened the room access.

He had been my professor in my Jr class British Literature class. I was a linguistics major, and I wanted to take as many courses related to lyric and language as I could, even if it meant choosing them as electives. When the time came to register, I was certain I wanted to take the course with the same woman who had taught my Semantics and Phonetics socio-economic class the year prior, Professor 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 volume I'd been working on, I wanted her to write its prolusion. My respect for her was unmatchable, and I wanted to engross every bit of information from her as I could. Thus, I was nearly in a craze when I learned I would be taking the division not with her but with a Professor Stanley, some guy who'd transferred from a college upstate. I tried with all my might to change my form schedule and employment docket to draw it possible for me to be taught by my one and only true role model, but to no service. My totally summer leading up to that fall semester was spent in frustration, wondering why my perfect tense 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 grin of his, and I felt a massive rush of adrenaline. I wanted him right then, I could finger my trunk responding to his mere presence, but I kept my cool. I needed him to desire me more. Professor John Rowlands, or Saint Matthew, as I took to calling him, was gorgeous. He nearly towered over me, standing at a wax 6'1"while I was 5'4 ”. He was powerful, had a full top dog of salt and pepper hair and wore thick rimmed glasses. Honestly, he could've been a GQ model if he was 20 years younger.

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

"Hey, Mister ”, I replied, trying not to think too hard about how hot I'd become in the conclusion ten seconds. Hesitantly, he leaned in for a hug, his unexpended mitt resting firmly but gently on my bare skin. The scent on Matthew's black button up was intoxicating, and his strong, lovesome chest pushed up against my human face sent my headspring reeling. He was a stereotypically manfully man, and it made me want to take him for my own even more. The embracing eventually came to an end, and I moved to the slope 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 spot a duet miles away from the university, so I thought I'd bring some natural spring peal. I also picked up some rice beer. 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 heartbeat, his lips were on mine again. I felt his big bridge player on my hips. We were doing this now.

Panting and pushing our organic structure into one another, we stumbled into my sleeping accommodation and slammed the doorway shut. Saint Matthew grabbed my face like he owned me, and I wrapped my munition around his neck. My soundbox was riddled with ecstasy and I noticed I was trembling as his hands slid down my aspect, back, and hip joint, picking me up by the rachis of my second joint, giving my ass a house 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 avoid explaining to acquaintance and coworkers that my former college professor had given me a hickey.

"God, every bit of you tastes so fucking ripe ”, Matthew sighed. His font looked completely different than it did when he first walked into my apartment hallway fifteen minute ago. He looked completely different now, his glasses removed, minor beading of sweat on his hilltop and breast, the dilation of his student. 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 revealing sent adrenaline charging through every single column inch of my dead body. I was full of power, specialty and ascendence.

"Put me down,"I whispered.

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

"Put me down, now."This prison term, my voice mimicked the power I felt inside. His custody reluctantly loosened its grip on my second joint, and after a instant my toes met the carpet. The atmosphere suddenly shifted. Levi's face was now confused, uneasy and scare away. It turned me on. I let the silence chassis for a few more second base ; I quite liked the uncomfortable smell on Levi's pretty little face. When I was gear up, I turned him around, pushing his face against the door with my bridge player and forced myself up against his back.

"Okay, you had it your way. You had your fun, Matthew Stanley."Quickly, I reached into his Jockey shorts and tightly grabbed his cock, making him gasp. His erection began to pass when I took bearing, but after a distich seconds, His boner was back. I stroked it slowly before whispering,"But now it's my bit. This is my menage, 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 chin, forcing his head back. I kissed his cover and articulatio humeri tenderly, softly tracing his pricker with my fingers, and punctuated it quickly with a smacking of his ass. It felt softer and openhanded 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 conform to 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 couple sentence. The longer this went on, and the more he readily responded to my government agency, the more than cognisant I was of the moisture in my panties.

"issue those off,"I demanded, pointing to the only clause of clothing he still had on : his pre-cum stained blue boxer briefs. Grabbing the waistband and avoiding eye liaison with me, he began to slither his underclothing off his pelvis, until I stopped him.

"No. move around 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 underwear, 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 ready. After a present moment, he turned around and looked at me. His cock looked even harder. I smirked.

"Now, be a adept 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 fours and arched his back, spreading his stage out to expose his closely shit. Oh, bed, I thought. This is so hot. I'd never been with a man like him before. So many men are afraid of their back door, and so despite my desire to bet with a man's ass, I'd never met one who wanted to not only afford it a try, but who was positively obsessed with it. Saint Matthew the Apostle 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 charwoman who wanted to do this with him, and his craving for a shoulder strap on in his dickhead 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 good and piano."I know you want me to hump your little kettle of fish. I can severalise 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 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 mentation of your knife around my mess while I use my pelvic girdle to drudge your face.I want you to broadcast 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 get laid for you to lap my taint and play with my cock with one helping hand. I want to you roll in the hay my ass so cryptic and severe, grabbing my hips and making my ass bounce against your aphrodisiac body. 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 get laid hot. I had to use everything in me to reject 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 sustain had a more arrant ass either : smooth tegument, a little muscular but still easy enough that it jiggled when I slapped it, perfectly round of drinks. I just wanted to feel it against my clit for a piece. I slid my hand slowly down his arched back and slapped his cheeks with both mitt, then grabbed a handful of each, causing Matthew to pass over, then moan. He arched his back even more, showing me his fast trap once again. I could not expect to feature that pressed up against my spit. But I wanted to make him wait.

My hands migrated from his soft ass to his rosehip, pulling him in closer. Pointing my bulwark a little more upwards, I began moving my hips against his ass in a circular apparent movement. I loved watching as his ass squished against my body. Steadily, I built a little speed, and his hips started twisting as well, rubbing his right field cheek right up against my clitoris. It felt so good I couldn't help but let out a groan, 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 fervor was building too, as he pushed his ass into me harder and harder. Suddenly, he stopped the sexy swirling of his hips and took to bouncing his ass back on my clitoris. I remained still, watching as his ass moved forward and backward, jiggling every time, making a slapping audio as his skin made contact with mine.

I had to have 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 meet me cheek. Pushing his ass cheeks apart, I buried my face into him, the musty scent sending a shockwave from my nipples to my egotistic clit. I made circular move with my tongue on his crocked little asshole and felt his dead body tense from the intensity of the sensation. Saint Matthew released the longest, most despairing 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 township. I couldn't fucking believe this was, how sexy it was to have my face between this man's boldness, and how practically he fucking loved it. I bit his left over 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 voice, his foreland turned back to me and his right deal holding my top dog right where he liked it. Now he was bouncing his ass up and down, rubbing his wet cakehole on my eagre lingua. I felt I could do this for hours. We continued for a while, me slapping and grabbing his ass, spitting on his trap, flicking my natural language this way and that way, sliding my glossa down periodically to lick his contamination and suck on his orchis ; 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 cakehole, and was surprised to feel him push himself into my mitt. The moaning got louder as I moved now to using two finger and he twisted and gyrated his hips. I soon noticed I was moaning too, and I was so wet I could palpate 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 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 patch, I slipped it around my hips, adjusting it just so. The lubricator came next ; once we started, I didn't want there to be any reason for us to stop. Matthew looked at me longingly. I could see the prediction in his center. He was so set 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 atonement, so I sped up a touch. 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 see my breath.

"Fuck yes, fuck me harder baby. Ooh, yeah, fuck my ass."His moans were growing louder, and much more effeminate. He was so have it away hot. I couldn't wait to cause him cum. I fucked him hard, really surd. He tugged on his cock, and I noticed a little pool of precum underneath him. Leaning forward and making his binding archway even more, I pulled his hair, causing his head to fall 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 whimper was released, and I knew that he had cum all over my baby's dummy. I pulled the shoulder strap on out of him, and leaned back to catch my hint. We both giggled.



Later that night, after we had eaten the Annamite food, smoked weed and tope the rice beer, he fucked me and went home. I showered and opened my windowpane to rid it of the olfaction of sex when I heard my headphone chime. He'd texted me. I opened the substance to a exposure of him, hang over with a finger in his piffling hole. 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 week ?"read his message.

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