Standing in the exhibitor, a minor wave of anxiety washed over me. My eye shot open as I finally realized what it was I was showering for in the low gear home. This meeting, rendezvous, get-together, particular date, whatever you want to call it, was only a half time of day away. I slowly washed my breasts and stomach with my loofa, trying to convince myself that the longer it took for me to get ready, the more time would slow down down, and the to a greater extent clip 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 wait 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 ascendence. I knew that I had a power over men, and I knew I could defecate them want me considerably more than I could ever want them without hardly any movement. I knew I could dominate 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 up, and my emotions could hardly progress to sense of it. He had been something in my life story I wasn't sure I would ever be able-bodied 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 certain 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 rear end : blue sky and Theodore Harold 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 name my pap 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 apposition of its coolness and the damp heat of the bathroom sent a chill down my thorn. Examining the place, I determined that it looked acceptable enough to bid someone into for the night. My bed was uncharacteristically made, base freshly vacuumed, and my desk was cleared of the heaps of useless papers, tampons, Koran, and half vacuous glasses of water system that it typically hosted. I tossed my towel in my hamper near my desk and closed the door to get a good tone at myself in the mirror. The spate of my own reflectivity sent another pall down my vertebral column, but it wasn't one of anxiousness or boldness, thankfully. It was of sureness. I couldn't think of ever having liked the way I looked so a lot before. My pelt was truly radiant from head to toe. The box braids on my head cascaded down and framed my face perfectly, but didn't take away from my best-loved facial lineament : my high cheekbones. Turning my read/write 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 devious smirk spread across my face.There couldn't have been a sound Night to sleep with my other college professor.

Just as I'd dressed, turned on some mood music, and finished pouring one of the two looking glass of pinot noir there was a knock on my door. He'd arrived. I took my metre going over to let him in, as I wanted to make for certain I left every trace of heart behind me. I'd waited so long for the opportunity to do this On my way to greet him, I took an oversized sip of the wine I had in hand a deep breath, and slowly opened the threshold.

He had been my professor in my Junior twelvemonth British Literature course of action. I was a linguistics major, and I wanted to take as many course related to words and language as I could, even if it meant choosing them as electives. When the clock time came to cross-file, I was certain I wanted to film the course with the same fair sex who had taught my Semantics and Phonetics class the yr prior, professor Wesley. She was a noteworthy cleaning lady whose influence over me was both professional and motherly, and I told her many clip that if I ever finished the Word 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 rage when I learned I would be taking the class 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 course docket and body of work schedule to make it possible for me to be taught by my one and only reliable role mannequin, but to no avail. My wholly summer leading up to that fall semester was spent in thwarting, wondering why my perfect programme had crumbled before me, that is, until I finally met my new instructor.

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He stood in front man of me, smiling that aphrodisiacal smiling of his, and I felt a massive rush of epinephrine. 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. Professor Stanley, or Saint Matthew, as I took to calling him, was gorgeous. He nearly towered over me, standing at a total 6'1"while I was 5'4 ”. He was brawny, had a wide-cut top dog of salt and pepper hair and wore midst rimmed glasses. Honestly, he could've been a GQ model if he was 20 long time younger.

"goodness evening, gorgeous ”, he said in a low phonation, still wearing that smiling. His William Green centre twinkled.

"Hey, Mr ”, I replied, trying not to reckon too surd about how hot I'd become in the finish ten seconds. Hesitantly, he leaned in for a hug, his lead hand resting firmly but gently on my bare tegument. The scent on St. Matthew the Apostle's black clitoris up was intoxicating, and his strong, tender chest pushed up against my face sent my forefront reeling. He was a stereotypically manly man, and it made me require to take him for my own even more. The embrace eventually came to an end, and I moved to the side of meat to let him in.

"Hey, so I hope you don't head, but I brought a little snack for us. I've been obsessed with this Vietnamese fleck a dyad miles away from the university, so I thought I'd bring some give rolls. I also picked up some sake. You okay with that ?"

I smiled, nodded. and decided to lay down a motility. 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 center, and in an instant, his lips were on mine again. I felt his big hands on my hips. We were doing this now.

Panting and pushing our dead body into one another, we stumbled into my bedroom and slammed the door shut. Matthew grabbed my face like he owned me, and I wrapped my arms around his neck. My body was riddled with ecstasy and I noticed I was trembling as his handwriting slid down my face, back, and coxa, picking me up by the spinal column of my thighs, giving my ass a firm squeeze and slap on the way down. I whimpered as he began sucking on my bosom and cervix, and I chuckled to myself, thinking about what I would end up saying to quash explaining to friends and coworkers that my former college professor had given me a hickey.

"God, every bit of you tastes so fucking good ”, St. Matthew the Apostle sighed. His face looked completely unlike than it did when he first walked into my flat hallway fifteen bit ago. He looked completely different now, his glasses removed, small beads of sweat on his brow and chest, the dilation of his pupils. 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 consequence, he felt like he needed me. This revelation sent adrenaline charging through every individual inch of my body. I was full of power, durability and controller.

"Put me down,"I whispered.

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

"Put me down, now."This sentence, my representative mimicked the power I felt inside. His helping hand reluctantly loosened its grip on my thighs, and after a moment my toes met the rug. The atmosphere suddenly shifted. Gospel According to Matthew's face was now fox, skittish and scared. It turned me on. I let the secrecy build for a few More second base ; I quite liked the uncomfortable look on Matthew's pretty petty cheek. When I was ready, I turned him around, pushing his look against the door with my hand and forced myself up against his back.

"OK, 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 pant. His erection began to fleet when I took charge, but after a dyad seconds, His blooper was back. I stroked it slowly before whispering,"But now it's my turn. This is my home, and you'll do what I say."He moaned deeply, passionately, and I could feel him trembling. Stepping back once, I moved my hired man from the position of his nerve to his chin, forcing his head back. I kissed his back and shoulder tenderly, softly tracing his backbone with my digit, 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 ”, St. Matthew sighed. I was surprised to hear his voice had soften as often 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 follow me. We were closing to the light, and I could see his facial expression better than I could previously. He had completely submitted to me, and all it took was a couple condemnation. The longer this went on, and the more he readily responded to my authority, the Thomas More cognisant I was of the moisture in my panty.

"Take 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 striking with me, he began to slide his underwear off his hip joint, until I stopped him.

"No. twist your rear to me. I want see your slight 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 golf 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 just 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 legs out to expose his plastered whoreson. 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 backdoor, and so despite my desire to dally 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. Gospel According to 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 woman who wanted to do this with him, and his craving for a strap on in his arse was so hot that I wanted to name him separate 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 soft."I know you want me to eff your niggling hole. I can order 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 evidence me in large detail exactly what you want."Again, I leaned forward and pulled his foreland 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 craunch your face.I want you to overspread my ass cheeks out so I can rub it against your tongue and brim. I love it when you squeeze and grab and slap my ass, it makes me sense owned. Like my body isn't mine, but yours. I would roll in the hay for you to figure out my taint and frolic with my rooster with one hand. I want to you fuck my ass so inscrutable and hard, grabbing my hips and making my ass saltation against your sexy consistence. I do, I do want to take a hop 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 groan right then. I didn't wan na let him in on how much he'd turned me on quite yet. He could not throw had a more perfect ass either : smooth tegument, a little muscular but still easygoing enough that it jiggled when I slapped it, perfectly troll. I just wanted to feel it against my button for a patch. I slid my hands slowly down his arched back and slapped his boldness with both hands, then grabbed a handful of each, causing Matthew to jump, then moan. He arched his back even more, showing me his compressed gob once again. I could not look to have that pressed up against my tongue. But I wanted to throw him hold back.

My hands migrated from his soft ass to his articulatio coxae, pulling him in closer. Pointing my breakwater a little more upwards, I began moving my hips against his ass in a round apparent motion. I loved watching as his ass squished against my body. Steadily, I built a little pep pill, and his pelvis started twisting as well, rubbing his right cheek right up against my clit. It felt so good 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. Matthew's hullabaloo was building too, as he pushed his ass into me gruelling and harder. Suddenly, he stopped the aphrodisiacal 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 fourth dimension, making a slapping phone as his peel made contact with mine.

I had to receive him, and I had to have him now. I slid back on the bed to lie on my abdomen, reaching out to snaffle his hips and pull his ass down to encounter me face. Pushing his ass brass apart, I buried my face into him, the fusty fragrance sending a shockwave from my nipples to my well button. I made circular motions with my tongue on his tight little shit and felt his consistency tense from the intensity of the sense. Gospel According to Matthew released the longest, most dire groan I'd heard in all my geezerhood, and it sent me reeling. After lubricating his fix with my spit, I slapped his ass and went to Ithiel Town. I couldn't fucking believe this was, how sexy it was to stimulate my face between this man's brass, and how a good deal he fucking loved it. I bit his leave alone 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 spokesperson, his pass turned back to me and his aright 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 tongue. I felt I could do this for hours. We continued for a while, me slapping and grabbing his ass, spitting on his hole, flicking my tongue this way and that way, sliding my tongue down periodically to lick his taint and suck on his balls ; him humping my face, moaning and swearing with pleasure, tugging on his cock. After a second, I sucked on my finger's breadth and slip it into his gob, and was surprised to feel him labour 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 sense my own moisture running down my thighs.

"God, I want to know you so bad,"I said, my digit 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 shoulder strap on and, fumbling all the while, I slipped it around my hips, adjusting it just so. The lubricating substance came following ; 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 expectancy in his optic. He was so ready 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 sigh of atonement, so I sped up a touch. My paw were positioned on his hips, and the longer we went the more he arched his back, his ass bounce against me again. I kept slapping it until it was red.

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

"screwing yes, fuck me harder baby. Ooh, yeah, fuck my ass."His moans were growing louder, and much more effeminate. He was so love hot. I couldn't wait to get to him cum. I fucked him unvoiced, really heavy. He tugged on his cock, and I noticed a little pool of precum underneath him. Leaning forward and making his cover arch even more, I pulled his hair, causing his head to shine backwards. I could learn his moans better this way.

"Oh God, I'm gon na cum. FUCK yeah, I'm gon na cum !"St. Matthew the Apostle 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 sympathiser. I pulled the strap on out of him, and leaned back to enamor my breath. We both giggled.



Later that night, after we had eaten the Vietnamese nutrient, smoked weed and drank the sake, he fucked me and went home. I showered and opened my Windows to rid it of the flavour of sex when I heard my phone gong. He'd texted me. I opened the message to a picture of him, bent grass over with a finger's breadth in his niggling hole. I had no idea how he'd gotten that picture.

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

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