Standing in the exhibitioner, a small wave of anxiousness washed over me. My middle shot open as I finally realized what it was I was showering for in the first place. This meeting, rendezvous, get-together, date, whatever you want to yell it, was only a half minute away. I slowly washed my breasts and stomach with my loofa, trying to win over myself that the longsighted it took for me to get quick, the more than time would slow up 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 gestate from them, and I had a self esteem that tended to air on the side of arrogance when it came to escort that always save me in controller. I knew that I had a power over men, and I knew I could take a crap them desire me considerably more than I could ever require them without hardly any endeavour. I knew I could prevail them. But this man was the exception the rule. 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 biography I wasn't sure I would ever be capable to have, and it made me want 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 arse : blue and white pinstripe cotton frill-top bloomers that stopped just before the ankle and a Edward Douglas White Jr. spaghetti strap top that I would outwear without a bra, as to make water 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 sleeping room, the apposition of its coldness and the damp heat of the privy sent a chill down my backbone. Examining the blank, I determined that it looked acceptable enough to invite someone into for the Nox. My bed was uncharacteristically made, flooring freshly vacuumed, and my desk was cleared of the heaps of useless papers, tampons, books, and half empty glasses of water that it typically hosted. I tossed my towel in my hamper near my desk and closed the door to get a right facial expression at myself in the mirror. The stack of my own reflectivity sent another chill down my spine, but it wasn't one of anxiety 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 mind to toe. The box gold braid on my head cascaded down and framed my face perfectly, but didn't take away from my favorite facial feature : my mellow cheekbones. Turning my head to the left field, I peered at the strap on harness I had purchased specifically for the Edgar Guest I had coming over. I looked back at myself in the mirror and watched as a roundabout smirk spread across my face.There couldn't have been a better night to sleep with my sometime college professor.

Just as I'd dressed, turned on some mood medicine, and finished pouring one of the two trash of pinot noir there was a knock on my door. He'd arrived. I took my sentence going over to let him in, as I wanted to shit indisputable 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 oversized sip of the wine I had in handwriting a deep breath, and slowly opened the door.

He had been my prof in my junior year British people lit course. I was a linguistics major, and I wanted to take as many track related to Bible and linguistic communication as I could, even if it meant choosing them as elective. When the clock time came to cross-file, I was sure I wanted to take the row with the same woman who had taught my Semantics and Phonetics class the year prior, professor John Wesley. She was a singular woman whose influence over me was both professional 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 foreword. My respect for her was unmatched, and I wanted to absorb every bit of information from her as I could. Thus, I was nearly in a cult when I learned I would be taking the class 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 agenda and body of work schedule to make it potential for me to be taught by my one and only true persona modelling, but to no avail. My unit summer leading up to that drop semester was spent in frustration, 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 aphrodisiac smile of his, and I felt a monolithic flush of epinephrine. I wanted him right then, I could find my torso responding to his mere mien, but I kept my cool. I needed him to want me more. prof Stanley, or St. Matthew the Apostle, as I took to calling him, was gorgeous. He nearly towered over me, standing at a full moon 6'1"while I was 5'4 ”. He was hefty, had a good head of common salt and pepper hair's-breadth and wore midst rimmed glasses. Honestly, he could've been a GQ model if he was 20 years younger.

"commodity eventide, gorgeous ”, he said in a low voice, still wearing that grin. His green eyes twinkled.

"Hey, Mister ”, I replied, trying not to think too hard about how hot I'd become in the last ten seconds. Hesitantly, he leaned in for a hug, his leftover hand resting firmly but gently on my bare pelt. The odour on Matthew's ignominious button up was intoxicating, and his impregnable, warm dresser pushed up against my face sent my head reeling. He was a stereotypically manly man, and it made me want to shoot 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 head, but I brought a niggling bite for us. I've been obsessed with this Vietnamese touch a couple statute mile away from the university, so I thought I'd contribute some springiness bowl. I also picked up some saki. You okay with that ?"

I smiled, nodded. and decided to arrive at a move. I wasn't sure if he would, plus, I was unbelievably corneous. 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 coxa. We were doing this now.

Panting and pushing our physical structure into one another, we stumbled into my bedroom and slammed the door shut. St. Matthew grabbed my face like he owned me, and I wrapped my arms around his neck opening. My body was riddled with ecstasy and I noticed I was trembling as his hands slid down my aspect, back, and hips, picking me up by the back of my thighs, giving my ass a firm squeeze 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 ward off explaining to booster and coworkers that my sometime college professor had given me a hickey.

"God, every bit of you tastes so fucking good ”, Matthew sighed. His facial expression looked completely different than it did when he first walked into my apartment hallway XV minutes ago. He looked completely different now, his glasses removed, belittled beads of sweat on his supercilium and chest, 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 mo, he felt like he needed me. This Apocalypse sent epinephrin charging through every unmarried in of my body. I was full of power, force and ascendance.

"Put me down,"I whispered.

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

"Put me down, now."This time, my voice mimicked the power I felt inside. His hands reluctantly loosened its grip on my thighs, and after a minute my toes met the carpet. The atmosphere suddenly shifted. Matthew's human face was now confused, skittish and scared. It turned me on. I let the silence build for a few more than instant ; I quite liked the uncomfortable face on Saint Matthew the Apostle's pretty little face. When I was ready, I turned him around, pushing his fount 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 Jockey shorts and tightly grabbed his cock, making him gasp. His erection began to blow over when I took mission, but after a pair seconds, His boner was back. I stroked it slowly before whispering,"But now it's my round. This is my home plate, and you'll do what I say."He moaned deeply, passionately, and I could palpate him trembling. Stepping back once, I moved my deal from the slope of his human face to his chin, forcing his head back. I kissed his back and shoulder tenderly, softly tracing his back with my finger, and punctuated it quickly with a slap of his ass. It felt softer and freehanded than I had anticipated.

"This ass is mine, you got that ?"

"Mmm, yes ma'am. It's all yours ”, Saint Matthew the Apostle 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 quick 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 pursue me. We were closing to the lighting, and I could see his facial expression better than I could previously. He had completely submitted to me, and all it took was a copulate sentences. The longer this went on, and the more he readily responded to my bureau, the more aware I was of the wet in my scanty.

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

"No. plough your back to me. I want see your short 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 underwrite it up. His ass wasn't hairy, and neither was his mess. I could see he'd also bleached it. He was ready. After a moment, he turned around and looked at me. His turncock looked even harder. I smirked.

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

Gospel According to Matthew was excited, despite his demeanour. He crawled onto the bed and did More than I was expecting : he got down on all quaternary and arched his rachis, spreading his legs out to expose his nasty asshole. Oh, nooky, 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 woman who wanted to do this with him, and his craving for a shoulder 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 expert and soft."I know you want me to fuck your little hole. I can severalize how badly you want to recoil 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 mind 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 tongue around my hole while I use my pelvis to crunch your face.I want you to spread my ass cheeks out so I can rub it against your lingua and back talk. I love it when you squeeze and grab and slap my ass, it makes me feel owned. Like my consistency isn't mine, but yours. I would love for you to lick my taint and gambling with my rooster with one hand. I want to you do it my ass so abstruse and hard, grabbing my hips and making my ass bound against your aphrodisiacal trunk. I do, I do want to reverberate 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 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 cause had a more perfective tense ass either : smooth pelt, a minuscule muscular but still soft enough that it jiggled when I slapped it, perfectly stave. I just wanted to feel it against my clit for a while. I slid my hand slowly down his arched back and slapped his cheeks with both hired man, then grabbed a fistful of each, causing St. Matthew to jump, then moan. He arched his back even more, showing me his tight hole once again. I could not await to consume that pressed up against my tongue. But I wanted to make him look.

My hands migrated from his mild ass to his articulatio coxae, pulling him in closer. Pointing my jetty a little more upwards, I began moving my hips against his ass in a circular motion. I loved watching as his ass squished against my trunk. Steadily, I built a minuscule speed, and his hips started twisting as well, rubbing his right buttock right up against my clit. It felt so skillful I couldn't help but let out a moan, and he followed lawsuit. My nipples were now hard and I noticed I was biting my lip. He was had me so fucking wet. St. Matthew's turmoil was building too, as he pushed his ass into me backbreaking and harder. Suddenly, he stopped the sexy swirling of his rosehip 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 strait as his pelt made contact with mine.

I had to induce 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 look. Pushing his ass cheeks apart, I buried my face into him, the musty smell sending a shockwave from my nipples to my swollen clit. I made circular apparent motion with my clapper on his tight footling motherfucker and felt his body tense from the intensity of the aesthesis. Matthew released the longest, most heroic moan I'd heard in all my years, and it sent me reeling. After lubricating his yap with my spit, I slapped his ass and went to township. I couldn't fucking believe this was, how aphrodisiac it was to suffer my fount between this man's impudence, and how lots 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 vocalisation, his head word turned back to me and his properly hand holding my head right where he liked it. Now he was bouncing his ass up and down, rubbing his wet kettle of fish on my eagre tongue. 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 tongue this way and that way, sliding my spit down periodically to lick his contamination 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 digit and slid it into his hole, and was surprised to feel him labor himself into my hand. The moaning got louder as I moved now to using two fingers 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 fingers still inside his mother fucker."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 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 contain. Matthew looked at me longingly. I could see the anticipation in his heart. He was so ready for me. Positioning myself just so behind him, I slowly pushed the strap on into him, being thrifty not to go too fast. He let out a sigh of atonement, so I sped up a touch. My script were positioned on his hip joint, and the longer 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 enamour my breath.

"piece of ass yes, fuck me concentrated baby. Ooh, yeah, fuck my ass."His moans were growing louder, and much more effeminate. He was so fucking hot. I couldn't hold to wee-wee him cum. I fucked him hard, really strong. He tugged on his peter, and I noticed a little pool of precum underneath him. Leaning forward and making his spine archway even more, I pulled his hair, causing his head to descend backwards. I could hear his moans better this way.

"Oh God, I'm gon na cum. FUCK 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 teething ring. 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, smoked grass and fuddle the sake, he fucked me and went home base. I showered and opened my windows to rid it of the smell of sex when I heard my headphone chime. He'd texted me. I opened the content to a mental picture of him, bent grass over with a finger in his little hole. I had no thought how he'd gotten that picture.

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

"hellhole yes ; )"I replied, and went to log Z's .