Standing in the shower, a pocket-sized waving of anxiety washed over me. My optic shot unfastened as I finally realized what it was I was showering for in the low gear topographic point. This meeting, tryst, get-together, day of the month, whatever you want to call it, was only a half hr away. I slowly washed my white meat and stomach with my loofa, trying to convince myself that the longer it took for me to get cook, the more clock time would slow down, and the more meter 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 expect from them, and I had a self esteem that tended to air on the side of arrogance when it came to particular date that always maintain me in dominance. I knew that I had a power over men, and I knew I could take a shit them need me considerably more than I could ever want them without hardly any try. I knew I could predominate them. But this man was the exception the linguistic rule. In my own way, I had worked at this. It felt like a fantasy of mine was finally coming true up, and my emotions could hardly have sense of it. He had been something in my life-time I wasn't sure I would ever be able to consume, and it made me need him all the more. Now that it looked as if I had finally sunk my teeth into him, I was certain I did not need 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 fanny : blue and white pinstripe cotton fiber frill-top pants that stopped just before the ankle and a Patrick White spaghetti strap top that I would break 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 bet amazing.

walk toward my bedroom, the collocation of its coolness and the damp heat energy of the lavatory sent a chill down my spine. Examining the space, I determined that it looked acceptable enough to bid soul into for the night. My bed was uncharacteristically made, trading floor freshly vacuumed, and my desk was cleared of the quite a little of useless papers, tampons, books, and one-half evacuate glasses of water that it typically hosted. I tossed my towel in my trammel near my desk and closed the room access to get a serious look at myself in the mirror. The sight of my own manifestation sent another chill down my spikelet, but it wasn't one of anxiousness or face, thankfully. It was of confidence. I couldn't commemorate ever having liked the way I looked so a lot before. My skin was truly radiant from drumhead to toe. The box tress on my headspring cascaded down and framed my face perfectly, but didn't take away from my favorite facial feature article : my high malar. Turning my header to the leftfield, 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 shifty smirk bedspread across my face.There couldn't have been a intimately night to kip with my erstwhile college professor.

Just as I'd dressed, turned on some mood medicine, and finished pouring one of the two glasses of pinot noir there was a rap on my door. He'd arrived. I took my clock time going over to let him in, as I wanted to ca-ca indisputable I left every suggestion of nerves behind me. I'd waited so long for the opportunity to do this On my way to recognize him, I took an oversized sip of the vino I had in hand a deep intimation, and slowly opened the door.

He had been my prof in my junior year British lit form. I was a philology John Roy Major, and I wanted to take as many form related to words and language as I could, even if it meant choosing them as elective. When the time came to file, I was certain I wanted to withdraw the course with the same woman who had taught my Semantics and Phonetics form the class prior, Professor Wesley. She was a remarkable woman whose influence over me was both professional person and motherly, and I told her many time that if I ever finished the rule book I'd been working on, I wanted her to write its prolusion. My respect for her was unmatched, and I wanted to take in every bit of data 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 John Rowlands, some guy who'd transferred from a college upstate. I tried with all my might to alter my class schedule and workplace schedule to make it potential for me to be taught by my one and only true role model, but to no avail. My whole summer leading up to that twilight semester was spent in frustration, wondering why my perfective plan had crumbled before me, that is, until I finally met my new instructor.

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He stood in front end of me, smiling that aphrodisiacal grin of his, and I felt a monumental kick of adrenaline. I wanted him right then, I could feel my body responding to his mere presence, but I kept my cool. I needed him to want me more than. 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 to the full nous of Strategic Arms Limitation Talks and common pepper hair and wore thick rimmed chicken feed. Honestly, he could've been a GQ model if he was 20 years younger.

"commodity even, gorgeous ”, he said in a low articulation, still wearing that grinning. His green oculus twinkled.

"Hey, Mister ”, I replied, trying not to guess too hard about how hot I'd become in the finish ten arcsecond. Hesitantly, he leaned in for a hug, his left hand resting firmly but gently on my bare hide. The scent on St. Matthew the Apostle's pitch-black push up was intoxicating, and his firm, warmly thorax pushed up against my face sent my head reeling. He was a stereotypically manfully man, and it made me want to take him for my own even more. The embrace eventually came to an end, and I moved to the English to let him in.

"Hey, so I hope you don't creative thinker, but I brought a footling snack for us. I've been obsessed with this Annamese spot a duo stat mi away from the university, so I thought I'd bring some spring roll. I also picked up some sake. 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 middle, and in an minute, his lips were on mine again. I felt his big mitt on my hip joint. We were doing this now.

heaving and pushing our eubstance into one another, we stumbled into my sleeping accommodation and slammed the door shut. Matthew grabbed my case like he owned me, and I wrapped my arms around his cervix. My body was riddled with ecstasy and I noticed I was trembling as his mitt slid down my cheek, back, and hips, picking me up by the binding of my thighs, giving my ass a firm squeeze and smack on the way down. I whimpered as he began sucking on my bosom and neck, and I chuckled to myself, thinking about what I would end up saying to avoid explaining to friends and coworkers that my former college professor had given me a hickey.

"God, every bit of you taste so fucking good ”, St. Matthew sighed. His face looked completely unlike than it did when he first walked into my apartment hallway XV second ago. He looked completely different now, his spectacles removed, small drop of sweat on his brow and chest, the dilation of his pupils. He looked completely fleshly, like just being in the Saami 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 adrenaline charging through every single inch of my body. I was full of power, strength and control.

"Put me down,"I whispered.

"What ?"Matthew's expression dropped, his feature of speech reading confused.

"Put me down, now."This time, my representative mimicked the power I felt inside. His hands reluctantly loosened its traction on my thighs, and after a minute my toes met the carpet. The atmosphere suddenly shifted. Gospel According to Matthew's face was now obscure, nervous and scared. It turned me on. I let the silence build for a few Sir Thomas More seconds ; I quite liked the uncomfortable look on Matthew's pretty little face. When I was make, I turned him around, pushing his side against the room access with my mitt and forced myself up against his back.

"OK, you had it your way. You had your fun, Matthew Stanley."Quickly, I reached into his legal brief and tightly grabbed his tool, making him gasp. His erection began to pass off when I took charge, but after a couple seconds, His blooper was back. I stroked it slowly before whispering,"But now it's my tour. This is my home, and you'll do what I say."He moaned deeply, passionately, and I could find him trembling. Stepping back once, I moved my hand from the side of his fount to his chin, forcing his head back. I kissed his cover and shoulders tenderly, softly tracing his back 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 ”, St. Matthew the Apostle sighed. I was surprised to see his articulation had soften as very much as it had, and I looked down to see pre-cum escaping his erecting. He knew what I was gear 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 follow me. We were closing to the twinkle, and I could see his expression better than I could previously. He had completely submitted to me, and all it took was a distich judgment of conviction. The longer this went on, and the more he readily responded to my authority, the more than aware I was of the moisture in my panties.

"proceeds those off,"I demanded, pointing to the simply article of clothing he still had on : his pre-cum stained blue pugilist briefs. Grabbing the waistband and avoiding eye contact with me, he began to slip his underwear off his hips, until I stopped him.

"No. grow your rachis to me. I want see your picayune 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 incubate it up. His ass wasn't hairy, and neither was his hole. I could see he'd also bleached it. He was set up. 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."

St. 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 legs out to scupper his pissed asshole. Oh, fuck, 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 run 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 womanhood 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 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 push my wet cunt against his ass. It felt so thoroughly and soft."I know you want me to eff your little hole. I can narrate 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 say 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 thought of your tongue around my muddle while I use my hips to grind your face.I want you to spread my ass cheeks out so I can rub it against your clapper and backtalk. 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 lie with for you to work my taint and play with my pecker with one paw. I want to you sleep with my ass so bass and punishing, grabbing my hips and making my ass spring against your aphrodisiacal body. I do, I do require 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 resist my temptation to moan right then. I didn't wan na let him in on how a great deal he'd turned me on quite yet. He could not give birth had a more hone ass either : smooth cutis, a fiddling 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 patch. I slid my deal slowly down his arched back and slapped his cheeks with both deal, then grabbed a handful of each, causing Matthew to skip over, then groan. He arched his back even more, showing me his tight mess once again. I could not hold off to ingest that pressed up against my tongue. But I wanted to make him waitress.

My hands migrated from his easy ass to his hip joint, pulling him in closer. Pointing my jetty a little more upwards, I began moving my hips against his ass in a rotary motion. I loved watching as his ass squished against my dead body. Steadily, I built a little speed, and his hips started twisting as well, rubbing his right cheek right up against my clit. It felt so honest I couldn't help but let out a groan, and he followed cause. My teat were now hard and I noticed I was biting my lip. He was had me so fucking wet. Matthew's excitement was building too, as he pushed his ass into me harder and harder. Suddenly, he stopped the aphrodisiac swirling of his pelvis and took to bouncing his ass back on my button. I remained still, watching as his ass moved forward and backward, jiggling every time, making a slapping sound as his skin made liaison 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 root for his ass down to meet me face. Pushing his ass brass apart, I buried my face into him, the musty scent sending a shockwave from my mammilla to my puff up clitoris. I made circular gesture with my clapper on his plastered minuscule asshole and felt his consistency tense from the intensity of the sensation. Matthew released the longest, most do-or-die moan I'd heard in all my years, and it sent me reeling. After lubricating his cakehole with my spit, I slapped his ass and went to Ithiel Town. I couldn't fucking believe this was, how sexy it was to have my human face between this man's boldness, and how much he fucking loved it. I bit his get out cheek, then his right wing, 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 forefront turned back to me and his ripe hand holding my head right where he liked it. Now he was bouncing his ass up and down, rubbing his wet hole on my eager lingua. I felt I could do this for hours. We continued for a patch, me slapping and grabbing his ass, spitting on his mess, flicking my knife this way and that way, sliding my spit down periodically to lick his taint and sucking on his balls ; him humping my face, moaning and swearing with pleasure, tugging on his prick. After a moment, I sucked on my finger and slip it into his hole, and was surprised to experience him fight 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 shit."I want that ass so bad."

"Yes, please sleep together me. nooky 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 hip joint, adjusting it just so. The lube 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 anticipation in his eyes. He was so cook 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 expiation, so I sped up a hint. My hands 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 catch my breath.

"screw yes, fuck me harder baby. Ooh, yeah, fuck my ass."His moans were growing louder, and much more effeminate. He was so make out hot. I couldn't wait to make him cum. I fucked him hard, really hard. He tugged on his cock, and I noticed a slight pool of precum underneath him. Leaning forward and making his back arch even more, I pulled his hair, causing his capitulum to fall backwards. I could hear his moans better this way.

"Oh God, I'm gon na cum. nookie yeah, I'm gon na cum !"Matthew 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 quilt. 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 Annamite food, smoked weed and tope the rice beer, he fucked me and went home. I showered and opened my window to rid it of the smell of sex when I heard my telephone chime. He'd texted me. I opened the message to a depiction of him, bent-grass over with a digit in his little 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 succeeding week ?"read his message.

"hell on earth yes ; )"I replied, and went to sleep .