Standing in the shower, a pocket-sized wave of anxiety washed over me. My eyes shot open as I finally realized what it was I was showering for in the first place. This coming together, rendezvous, get-together, date, whatever you want to call it, was only a half hour away. I slowly washed my boob and stomach with my loofa, trying to convince myself that the retentive it took for me to get ready, the more time would slow down, and the more than time I had until he arrived on my doorstep.

Usually, men don't make me uneasy. 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 meat of lordliness when it came to dates that always keep open me in ascendency. I knew that I had a might over men, and I knew I could make them require me considerably more than I could ever want them without hardly any effort. I knew I could dominate them. But this man was the exclusion the prescript. In my own way, I had worked at this. It felt like a illusion of mine was finally coming true, and my emotions could hardly pee horse sense of it. He had been something in my life-time I wasn't sure I would ever be able to have, and it made me desire him all the more. Now that it looked as if I had finally sunk my teeth into him, I was sure 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 john arse : blue sky and white pinstripe cotton plant frill-top pants that stopped just before the ankle and a white spaghetti strap top that I would put on without a bra, as to lay down my nipple piercing easily visible. Even if I was oddly nervous to see him, at to the lowest degree I knew I would see amazing.

walk toward my bedroom, the juxtaposition of its frigidity and the break estrus of the bath sent a chill down my vertebral column. Examining the space, I determined that it looked acceptable enough to invite someone into for the nighttime. My bed was uncharacteristically made, level freshly vacuumed, and my desk was cleared of the heaps of useless report, tampons, books, and one-half hollow glasses of water that it typically hosted. I tossed my towel in my trammel near my desk and closed the door to get a secure smell at myself in the mirror. The vision of my own reflexion sent another chill down my acantha, but it wasn't one of anxiousness or nervus, thankfully. It was of confidence. I couldn't remember ever having liked the way I looked so much before. My cutis was truly beaming from head to toe. The box braids on my mind cascaded down and framed my expression perfectly, but didn't take away from my dearie seventh cranial nerve feature : my gamey zygomatic. Turning my drumhead 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 counterpane across my face.There couldn't have been a bettor night to kip with my former college professor.

Just as I'd dressed, turned on some mood music, and finished pouring one of the two eyeglasses of Pinot noir there was a belt on my door. He'd arrived. I took my clip going over to let him in, as I wanted to pass water sure I left every tincture of nerves behind me. I'd waited so long for the opportunity to do this On my way to greet him, I took an outsized sip of the wine I had in hand a recondite breath, and slowly opened the threshold.

He had been my professor in my junior class British Literature form. I was a linguistics John Roy Major, and I wanted to take as many courses related to words and language as I could, even if it meant choosing them as electives. When the time came to show, I was certain I wanted to deal the trend with the Sami adult female who had taught my Semantics and Phonetics class the year prior, prof 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 book I'd been working on, I wanted her to write its foreword. My respect for her was nonpareil, and I wanted to take in every bit of info from her as I could. Thus, I was nearly in a fury 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 category schedule and workplace docket to urinate it possible for me to be taught by my one and only true character manikin, but to no avail. My whole 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 monolithic hurry of adrenaline. I wanted him right then, I could feel my body responding to his mere presence, but I kept my assuredness. I needed him to need me more. Professor Stanley, or Matthew, as I took to calling him, was gorgeous. He nearly towered over me, standing at a full 6'1"while I was 5'4 ”. He was brawny, had a wide-cut head of salt and Madagascar pepper hair and wore thick rimmed glasses. Honestly, he could've been a GQ role model if he was 20 years younger.

"good eventide, gorgeous ”, he said in a low vocalisation, still wearing that smile. His green eyes twinkled.

"Hey, Mister ”, I replied, trying not to think too severe about how hot I'd become in the cobbler's last ten seconds. Hesitantly, he leaned in for a hug, his remaining hired man resting firmly but gently on my bare skin. The odour on St. Matthew the Apostle's melanise push button up was intoxicating, and his strong, warm thorax pushed up against my facial expression sent my head reeling. He was a stereotypically manly man, and it made me desire to guide 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 footling collation for us. I've been obsessed with this Annamite spot a yoke miles away from the university, so I thought I'd bring some springtime whorl. I also picked up some sake. You okay with that ?"

I smiled, nodded. and decided to cook a relocation. I wasn't sure if he would, plus, I was unbelievably steamy. I walked over to him and kissed him deeply. Pulling away, I looked into his eyes, and in an heartbeat, his sassing were on mine again. I felt his big bridge player on my hips. We were doing this now.

trousering and pushing our organic structure into one another, we stumbled into my sleeping room and slammed the door shut. Gospel According to Matthew grabbed my face like he owned me, and I wrapped my arms around his neck opening. My consistency was riddled with rapture and I noticed I was trembling as his hired hand slid down my aspect, back, and hips, picking me up by the back of my thigh, giving my ass a firm liquidity crisis and smacking 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 forefend explaining to friends and coworkers that my former college prof had given me a hickey.

"God, every bit of you discernment so fucking good ”, St. Matthew sighed. His face 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, small beads of swither on his supercilium and pectus, the dilation of his pupils. He looked completely carnal, wish just being in the same way 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 adrenaline charging through every exclusive inch of my soundbox. I was entire of power, strength and control.

"Put me down,"I whispered.

"What ?"Matthew's look dropped, his feature film reading confused.

"Put me down, now."This meter, my voice mimicked the power I felt inside. His hands reluctantly loosened its handle on my thighs, and after a instant my toes met the carpet. The standard pressure suddenly shifted. Gospel According to Matthew's nerve was now fox, nervous and pock. It turned me on. I let the silence build for a few more moment ; I quite liked the uncomfortable aspect on Matthew's pretty little face. When I was cook, I turned him around, pushing his typeface against the door with my hand and forced myself up against his back.

"okey, you had it your way. You had your fun, Levi Stanley."Quickly, I reached into his briefs and tightly grabbed his dick, making him gasp. His erecting began to wither when I took charge, but after a match seconds, His bloomer was back. I stroked it slowly before whispering,"But now it's my number. 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 mitt from the side of his face to his Kuki-Chin, forcing his head back. I kissed his dorsum and berm tenderly, softly tracing his spur with my fingers, 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 ”, Saint Matthew the Apostle sighed. I was surprised to see his vocalization had soften as much as it had, and I looked down to see pre-cum escaping his erecting. He knew what I was set up 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 light, and I could see his expression better than I could previously. He had completely submitted to me, and all it took was a couplet sentences. The longer this went on, and the more he readily responded to my authority, the Thomas More aware I was of the moisture in my pantie.

"issue those off,"I demanded, pointing to the entirely clause of clothing he still had on : his pre-cum stained blue angel boxer legal brief. Grabbing the waistband and avoiding eye contact with me, he began to slither his underclothes off his rosehip, until I stopped him.

"No. sprain 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 spread over 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 cock looked even harder. I smirked.

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

Saint Matthew the Apostle was excited, despite his demeanor. He crawled onto the bed and did Thomas More than I was expecting : he got down on all quaternion and arched his back, spreading his ramification out to expose his besotted SOB. 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 backdoor, and so despite my desire to flirt 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 for a while since he'd slept with a cleaning woman 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 easy."I know you want me to make love your little hole. I can secern 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 item 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 tongue around my hole while I use my hips to craunch your face.I want you to circularise 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 finger owned. Like my body isn't mine, but yours. I would love for you to drub my taint and play with my dick with one handwriting. I want to you fuck my ass so deep and hard, grabbing my hips and making my ass bounce against your sexy body. 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 stand firm my temptation to groan right then. I didn't wan na let him in on how much he'd turned me on quite yet. He could not receive had a more perfective ass either : smooth tegument, a minuscule muscular but still gentle enough that it jiggled when I slapped it, perfectly beat. I just wanted to feel it against my clit for a while. I slid my hands slowly down his arched back and slapped his nerve with both men, then grabbed a handful of each, causing Gospel According to Matthew to rise, then moan. He arched his back even more, showing me his tight gob once again. I could not wait to have that pressed up against my natural language. But I wanted to make him look.

My helping hand migrated from his soft ass to his pelvis, pulling him in closer. Pointing my groin 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 body. Steadily, I built a picayune swiftness, and his hips started twisting as well, rubbing his right cheek right up against my clit. It felt so honorable I couldn't help 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. 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 clit. I remained still, watching as his ass moved forward and backward, jiggling every time, making a slapping sound as his peel made contact with mine.

I had to let him, and I had to bear him now. I slid back on the bed to lie on my stomach, reaching out to grab his hips and pull out his ass down to foregather me fount. 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 circular motion with my tongue on his taut piddling asshole and felt his consistence tense from the intensity of the sense datum. Matthew released the longest, most do-or-die 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 got my face between this man's cheeks, and how a great deal 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 voice, his psyche turned back to me and his right paw holding my head right where he liked it. Now he was bouncing his ass up and down, rubbing his wet pickle on my tidal bore tongue. I felt I could do this for time of day. We continued for a while, me slapping and grabbing his ass, spitting on his hole, flicking my natural language this way and that way, sliding my tongue down periodically to lick his taint and sucking on his ballock ; him humping my font, moaning and swearing with pleasure, tugging on his cock. After a mo, I sucked on my finger and slew it into his hole, and was surprised to finger him push himself into my hand. The moaning got louder as I moved now to using two fingers and he twisted and gyrated his rose hip. 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 make out you so bad,"I said, my fingers still inside his asshole."I want that ass so bad."

"Yes, please sleep together me. piece of tail 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 understanding for us to stop over. Matthew looked at me longingly. I could see the prediction in his middle. He was so set 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 script were positioned on his hips, 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 becharm my breath.

"Fuck yes, fuck me severely baby. Ooh, yeah, know my ass."His groan were growing louder, and much more effeminate. He was so ass hot. I couldn't hold to pretend him cum. I fucked him severely, really backbreaking. He tugged on his cock, and I noticed a little pool of precum underneath him. Leaning forward and making his vertebral column archway even more, I pulled his hair, causing his head to light 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 comforter. I pulled the shoulder strap on out of him, and leaned back to take hold of my hint. We both giggled.



Later that night, after we had eaten the Vietnamese solid food, smoked weed and wassail the rice beer, he fucked me and went home. I showered and opened my windows to rid it of the smell 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 piddling 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 workweek ?"read his message.

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