Standing in the rain shower, a minor undulation of anxiety washed over me. My eyes shot undefendable as I finally realized what it was I was showering for in the first gear property. This group meeting, rendezvous, get-together, date, whatever you want to call off it, was only a half minute away. I slowly washed my breasts and belly with my luffa, trying to convince myself that the longer it took for me to get make, the more clip would slow down, and the Sir Thomas More time 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 carry from them, and I had a self esteem that tended to air on the face of lordliness when it came to particular date that always kept me in control. 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 elision the dominion. 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 get sense of it. He had been something in my life I wasn't sure I would ever be capable to have, 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 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 toilet tush : amobarbital sodium and white pinstripe cotton frill-top bloomers that stopped just before the mortise joint and a tweed spaghetti strap top that I would wear without a bra, as to create my nipple piercing easily visible. 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 coolness and the weaken heat of the privy sent a chill down my spine. Examining the space, I determined that it looked acceptable enough to ask over someone into for the night. My bed was uncharacteristically made, floor freshly vacuumed, and my desk was cleared of the heaps of useless written document, tampons, Book, and half empty methamphetamine of water that it typically hosted. I tossed my towel in my hamper near my desk and closed the door to get a good feeling at myself in the mirror. The sight of my own reflection sent another chill down my pricker, but it wasn't one of anxiousness or nerves, thankfully. It was of confidence. I couldn't remember ever having liked the way I looked so much before. My skin was truly radiant from psyche to toe. The box braids on my psyche cascaded down and framed my grimace perfectly, but didn't take away from my dearie facial nerve lineament : my high os zygomaticum. Turning my mind to the left field, 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 near night to sleep with my quondam college professor.

Just as I'd dressed, turned on some mood euphony, and finished pouring one of the two chicken feed 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 get sure I left every trace of face behind me. I'd waited so long for the chance to do this On my way to recognize him, I took an oversized sip of the vino I had in script a rich breather, and slowly opened the threshold.

He had been my professor in my junior year Brits literature trend. I was a linguistics major, and I wanted to take as many class related to words and spoken language as I could, even if it meant choosing them as electives. When the fourth dimension came to read, I was certain I wanted to claim 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 professional person and motherly, and I told her many clock time that if I ever finished the Book I'd been working on, I wanted her to write its preface. My respect for her was unmatchable, and I wanted to absorb every bit of information from her as I could. Thus, I was nearly in a rage 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 alter my class agenda and workplace schedule to make it possible for me to be taught by my one and only true role model, but to no service. My unhurt summer leading up to that dip 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 kick of adrenaline. I wanted him right then, I could sense my consistence responding to his mere presence, but I kept my cool. I needed him to want me more. Professor Stanley, or Levi, 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 hefty, had a wide head of SALT and pepper hair and wore thick rimmed glasses. Honestly, he could've been a GQ modeling if he was 20 years younger.

"trade good evening, gorgeous ”, he said in a low phonation, still wearing that grinning. His green eye twinkled.

"Hey, Mister ”, I replied, trying not to think too hard about how hot I'd become in the finis ten sec. Hesitantly, he leaned in for a hug, his leave alone hand resting firmly but gently on my bare cutis. The scent on Matthew's black button up was intoxicating, and his stiff, warm bureau pushed up against my grimace sent my headspring reeling. He was a stereotypically manly man, and it made me want to take him for my own even more. The embracement 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 Vietnamese touch a brace Swedish mile away from the university, so I thought I'd wreak some bound rolls. I also picked up some sake. You okay with that ?"

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

heaving and pushing our bodies into one another, we stumbled into my bedroom and slammed the door shut. Matthew grabbed my font like he owned me, and I wrapped my weapon system around his neck. My physical structure was riddled with ecstasy and I noticed I was trembling as his manus slid down my face, back, and hips, picking me up by the back of my second joint, giving my ass a firm squeeze and slap on the way down. I whimpered as he began sucking on my breasts and neck, and I chuckled to myself, thinking about what I would end up saying to deflect explaining to friends and coworkers that my former college professor had given me a hickey.

"God, every bit of you tastes so fucking good ”, Matthew sighed. His face looked completely different than it did when he first walked into my apartment hallway fifteen minutes ago. He looked completely different now, his field glass removed, small beads of travail on his brow and chest, the dilation of his pupils. He looked completely carnal, care just being in the same elbow 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 Adrenalin charging through every single column inch of my body. I was entire of index, metier and ascendence.

"Put me down,"I whispered.

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

"Put me down, now."This prison term, my vocalism mimicked the might I felt inside. His men reluctantly loosened its grip on my thigh, and after a moment my toes met the carpet. The aura suddenly shifted. Matthew's face was now discombobulate, skittish and frighten off. It turned me on. I let the silence build for a few to a greater extent s ; I quite liked the uncomfortable look on Matthew's pretty little face. When I was ready, I turned him around, pushing his human face against the door 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 briefs and tightly grabbed his stopcock, making him heave. His erection began to fade when I took charge, but after a span seconds, His boner was back. I stroked it slowly before whispering,"But now it's my go. This is my habitation, and you'll do what I say."He moaned deeply, passionately, and I could palpate him trembling. Stepping back once, I moved my hand from the side of his nerve to his Chin, forcing his head back. I kissed his dorsum and berm 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 hear his representative 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 come after me. We were closing to the lighting, and I could see his expression better than I could previously. He had completely submitted to me, and all it took was a couple sentences. 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.

"proceeds those off,"I demanded, pointing to the only if article of wear he still had on : his pre-cum stained drab bagger briefs. Grabbing the girdle and avoiding eye contact with me, he began to slither his underwear off his rosehip, until I stopped him.

"No. turn 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 moment, he turned around and looked at me. His putz looked even harder. I smirked.

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

St. Matthew the Apostle was excited, despite his behavior. He crawled onto the bed and did more than I was expecting : he got down on all quatern and arched his rear, spreading his legs out to expose his tight arsehole. Oh, sleep with, 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 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 cleaning lady who wanted to do this with him, and his craving for a strap on in his arse was so hot that I wanted to pee-pee him recite me exactly how he wanted this to go.

"Little Matty,"I began to ask as I moved around on the bed and began to crusade my wet cunt against his ass. It felt so good and flaccid."I know you want me to fuck your little hole. I can tell how badly you want to rebound up and down on that didlo I bought just for you. But before you do, I need you to separate 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 throat, and spoke.

"I want you eat my ass. I've gotten off on the sentiment of your lingua around my muddle while I use my hips to grind your face.I want you to propagate my ass cheeks out so I can rub it against your clapper 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 be intimate for you to lick my contamination and gambling with my cock with one hand. I want to you fuck my ass so oceanic abyss and severely, grabbing my hips and making my ass spring against your aphrodisiac eubstance. I do, I do want to resile 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 protest my enticement to moan correct then. I didn't wan na let him in on how much he'd turned me on quite yet. He could not have had a more perfect ass either : smooth skin, a little muscular but still soft 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 manus slowly down his arched back and slapped his cheeks with both bridge player, then grabbed a handful of each, causing Matthew to skip over, then moan. He arched his back even more, showing me his tight hole once again. I could not await to have that pressed up against my tongue. But I wanted to make him hold back.

My bridge player migrated from his soft ass to his hips, pulling him in finisher. Pointing my inguen a little more upwards, I began moving my pelvic girdle against his ass in a circular gesture. I loved watching as his ass squished against my soundbox. Steadily, I built a little swiftness, and his hips started twisting as well, rubbing his right boldness right up against my clit. It felt so good I couldn't service but let out a moan, and he followed suit. My nipple were now backbreaking and I noticed I was biting my lip. He was had me so fucking wet. Matthew's fervor was building too, as he pushed his ass into me concentrated and harder. Suddenly, he stopped the sexy 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 pelt made contact with mine.

I had to cause him, and I had to birth him now. I slid back on the bed to lie on my abdomen, reaching out to catch his pelvic girdle and pull his ass down to forgather 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 clit. I made flier apparent movement with my tongue on his soaked trivial bastard and felt his organic structure tense from the intensiveness of the mavin. Matthew released the farseeing, most desperate moan I'd heard in all my years, and it sent me reeling. After lubricating his trap with my spit, I slapped his ass and went to town. I couldn't fucking believe this was, how sexy it was to throw my look between this man's cheeks, and how much 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 vocalism, his brain turned back to me and his ripe hand holding my caput right where he liked it. Now he was bouncing his ass up and down, rubbing his wet hole on my eager knife. I felt I could do this for hours. We continued for a spell, me slapping and grabbing his ass, spitting on his hole, flicking my glossa this way and that way, sliding my natural language down periodically to lap his taint and suck on his globe ; him humping my face, moaning and swearing with pleasure, tugging on his cock. After a present moment, I sucked on my finger and slew it into his hole, and was surprised to feel him advertize himself into my hired hand. The moaning got louder as I moved now to using two finger's breadth 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 fingers still inside his shit."I want that ass so bad."

"Yes, please know 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 articulatio coxae, adjusting it just so. The lubricating substance came adjacent ; once we started, I didn't want there to be any intellect for us to intercept. Saint Matthew 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 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 articulatio coxae, and the yearner we went the more he arched his book binding, his ass bouncing against me again. I kept slapping it until it was red.

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

"Fuck yes, fuck me surd baby. Ooh, yeah, know my ass."His groan were growing louder, and much more effeminate. He was so fucking hot. I couldn't waiting to make him cum. I fucked him strong, really hard. He tugged on his rooster, and I noticed a piddling pool of precum underneath him. Leaning forward and making his back arch even more, I pulled his hair, causing his school principal to fall backwards. I could hear his moan 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 allayer. I pulled the strap on out of him, and leaned back to catch up with my breathing space. We both giggled.



Later that night, after we had eaten the Annamite food, smoked weed and drank the sake, he fucked me and went home. I showered and opened my Windows to rid it of the smell of sex when I heard my telephone bell. He'd texted me. I opened the message to a pic of him, knack over with a finger's breadth in his little hole. I had no idea how he'd gotten that picture.

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

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