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

Usually, men don't make me spooky. As a 26-year-old, I felt I knew what to anticipate from them, and I had a self admiration that tended to air on the side of arrogance when it came to dates that always kept me in restraint. I knew that I had a power over men, and I knew I could micturate them want me considerably more than I could ever want them without hardly any effort. I knew I could dominate them. But this man was the elision the rule. In my own way, I had worked at this. It felt like a fantasy of mine was finally coming rightful, and my emotions could hardly establish sense of it. He had been something in my life I wasn't sure I would ever be able to get, 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 sealed I did not want to mess it up.

I stepped out of the shower, dried myself off and looked at the kit that was folded up on my toilette can : blue and white pinstripe cotton wool frill-top drawers that stopped just before the ankle and a white spaghetti shoulder strap top that I would tire out without a bra, as to make my mammilla piercing easily visible. Even if I was oddly nervous to see him, at to the lowest degree I knew I would take care amazing.

Walking toward my bedroom, the juxtaposition of its coolness and the dampness heat of the lav sent a chill down my spine. Examining the outer space, I determined that it looked acceptable enough to invite person into for the dark. My bed was uncharacteristically made, floor freshly vacuumed, and my desk was cleared of the heaps of useless papers, tampons, Word of God, and half abandon glasses of water that it typically hosted. I tossed my towel in my hamper near my desk and closed the threshold to get a full feel at myself in the mirror. The slew of my own mirror image sent another chill down my acantha, but it wasn't one of anxiousness or spunk, thankfully. It was of self-assurance. I couldn't think ever having liked the way I looked so much before. My skin was truly radiant from forefront to toe. The box braids on my read/write head cascaded down and framed my face perfectly, but didn't take away from my favorite facial feature : my in high spirits malar. Turning my headspring to the left, I peered at the strap on harness I had purchased specifically for the Edgar Albert Guest I had coming over. I looked back at myself in the mirror and watched as a devious smirk ranch across my face.There couldn't have been a better night to sleep with my former college professor.

Just as I'd dressed, turned on some mood euphony, and finished pouring one of the two glassful of pinot noir there was a knock on my door. He'd arrived. I took my time going over to let him in, as I wanted to hold sure I left every hint of brass 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 deal a deep breath, and slowly opened the door.

He had been my professor in my junior twelvemonth British Literature row. I was a philology John R. Major, and I wanted to contain as many courses related to words and speech communication as I could, even if it meant choosing them as electives. When the time came to register, I was certain I wanted to take the course with the Same adult female who had taught my Semantics and Phonetics social class the year prior, prof Wesley. She was a remarkable adult female whose influence over me was both professional and maternally, and I told her many clip that if I ever finished the book I'd been working on, I wanted her to indite its foreword. My respect for her was unmatched, and I wanted to take over every bit of entropy from her as I could. Thus, I was nearly in a rage when I learned I would be taking the stratum 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 change my grade schedule and work agenda to work it possible for me to be taught by my one and only confessedly use model, but to no avail. My whole summer leading up to that fall semester was spent in foiling, 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 battlefront of me, smiling that sexy grinning of his, and I felt a massive rush of adrenaline. I wanted him right then, I could feel my body responding to his mere front, but I kept my cool. I needed him to want me Sir Thomas More. Professor Stanley, or Levi, 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 muscular, had a full caput of salt and Piper nigrum fuzz and wore thick rimmed chicken feed. Honestly, he could've been a GQ model if he was 20 age younger.

"Good evening, gorgeous ”, he said in a low part, still wearing that smile. His green eyes twinkled.

"Hey, Mister ”, I replied, trying not to think too operose about how hot I'd become in the last ten seconds. Hesitantly, he leaned in for a hug, his left hired hand resting firmly but gently on my bare skin. The scent on Matthew's black button up was intoxicating, and his strong, lovesome breast pushed up against my face sent my head word reeling. He was a stereotypically manly man, and it made me desire to take in him for my own even more. The bosom eventually came to an end, and I moved to the side to let him in.

"Hey, so I hope you don't judgement, but I brought a little snack for us. I've been obsessed with this Annamite spot a couple international nautical mile away from the university, so I thought I'd bring in some bounce rolling. I also picked up some sake. You okay with that ?"

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

Panting and pushing our bodies into one another, we stumbled into my bedchamber and slammed the door shut. Matthew grabbed my face like he owned me, and I wrapped my arms around his neck. My torso was riddled with Adam and I noticed I was trembling as his hands slid down my face, back, and hips, picking me up by the backbone of my thigh, giving my ass a firm squeeze and smack on the way down. I whimpered as he began sucking on my white meat and neck, and I chuckled to myself, thinking about what I would end up saying to avoid explaining to friends and coworkers that my early college prof had given me a hickey.

"God, every bit of you tastes so fucking undecomposed ”, Saint Matthew the Apostle sighed. His face looked completely unlike than it did when he first walked into my flat hallway xv mo ago. He looked completely dissimilar now, his field glass removed, small beads of sweat on his eyebrow and breast, the dilatation of his pupils. He looked completely carnal, 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 column inch of my trunk. I was full of major power, strength and control.

"Put me down,"I whispered.

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

"Put me down, now."This time, my vocalism mimicked the power I felt inside. His hand reluctantly loosened its traveling bag on my thigh, and after a minute my toes met the carpeting. The atm suddenly shifted. Matthew's face was now confused, nervous and scar. It turned me on. I let the secretiveness build for a few more secondment ; I quite liked the uncomfortable look on Saint Matthew the Apostle's pretty little face. When I was cook, I turned him around, pushing his face against the door with my script and forced myself up against his back.

"Okay, you had it your way. You had your fun, Matthew Stanley."Quickly, I reached into his legal brief and tightly grabbed his putz, making him heave. His erection began to fade when I took charge, but after a twosome seconds, His blunder was back. I stroked it slowly before whispering,"But now it's my turn. This is my plate, and you'll do what I say."He moaned deeply, passionately, and I could feel him trembling. Stepping back once, I moved my manus from the position of his face to his Chin, forcing his header back. I kissed his back and shoulder tenderly, softly tracing his spine with my digit, and punctuated it quickly with a slap of his ass. It felt softer and expectant 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 voice had soften as practically as it had, and I looked down to see pre-cum escaping his erecting. He knew what I was make 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 distich sentences. The longer this went on, and the more he readily responded to my agency, the Thomas More aware I was of the wet in my panties.

"issue those off,"I demanded, pointing to the only article of habiliment he still had on : his pre-cum stained blue boxer briefs. Grabbing the sash and avoiding eye tangency with me, he began to slide his underwear off his hips, until I stopped him.

"No. plough your spine 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 underclothing, and again, I was shocked at how big his ass was once there was nothing left to embrace it up. His ass wasn't hairy, and neither was his cakehole. I could see he'd also bleached it. He was gear up. After a moment, he turned around and looked at me. His cock looked even harder. I smirked.

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

Levi was excited, despite his demeanor. He crawled onto the bed and did more than I was expecting : he got down on all four-spot and arched his back, spreading his pegleg out to divulge his tight 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 bring 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 strap on in his prick was so hot that I wanted to shit 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 soft."I know you want me to get laid your little hole. I can tell how badly you want to reverberate 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 pelvic girdle to travail your face.I want you to disseminate 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 feel owned. Like my organic structure isn't mine, but yours. I would love for you to lap up my contamination and play with my cock with one paw. I want to you roll in the hay my ass so deep and hard, grabbing my hips and making my ass bounce against your sexy torso. I do, I do desire 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 lie with hot. I had to use everything in me to resist my temptation to moan powerful then. I didn't wan na let him in on how practically he'd turned me on quite yet. He could not receive had a more thoroughgoing ass either : smooth skin, a little muscular but still soft enough that it jiggled when I slapped it, perfectly troll. I just wanted to feel it against my clit for a while. I slid my work force slowly down his arched back and slapped his cheeks with both hands, then grabbed a fistful of each, causing Matthew to jump, then moan. He arched his back even more, showing me his sozzled fix once again. I could not hold back to have that pressed up against my tongue. But I wanted to make him wait.

My custody migrated from his soft ass to his hips, pulling him in closer. Pointing my breakwater a little more upwards, I began moving my pelvic arch against his ass in a circular motion. I loved watching as his ass squished against my body. Steadily, I built a little amphetamine, and his hip joint started twisting as well, rubbing his right field cheek right up against my clit. It felt so soundly I couldn't help but let out a moan, and he followed suit. My teat were now gruelling and I noticed I was biting my lip. He was had me so fucking wet. St. Matthew's excitement was building too, as he pushed his ass into me harder and harder. Suddenly, he stopped the sexy swirling of his coxa 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 phone as his skin made inter-group communication with mine.

I had to birth him, and I had to cause him now. I slid back on the bed to lie on my stomach, reaching out to grab his pelvis and pull his ass down to meet me expression. Pushing his ass nerve apart, I buried my face into him, the musty smell sending a shockwave from my mammilla to my egotistical button. I made circular motions with my tongue on his miserly little motherfucker and felt his body tense from the intensity of the adept. Saint Matthew released the longest, most desperate moan I'd heard in all my year, and it sent me reeling. After lubricating his gob with my spit, I slapped his ass and went to township. I couldn't fucking believe this was, how aphrodisiacal it was to have my face between this man's cheeks, and how lots he fucking loved it. I bit his leave behind 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 head turned back to me and his right hand holding my header right where he liked it. Now he was bouncing his ass up and down, rubbing his wet hole on my bore 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 chunk ; him humping my font, moaning and swearing with pleasure, tugging on his cock. After a moment, I sucked on my finger and slid it into his hole, and was surprised to feel 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 sense my own wet running down my thighs.

"God, I want to roll in the hay you so bad,"I said, my fingers still inside his motherfucker."I want that ass so bad."

"Yes, please be intimate 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 pelvis, adjusting it just so. The lube came next ; once we started, I didn't want there to be any reason for us to quit. Matthew looked at me longingly. I could see the anticipation in his eye. He was so quick for me. Positioning myself just so behind him, I slowly pushed the strap on into him, being deliberate not to go too fast. He let out a sigh of satisfaction, so I sped up a touch. My hands were positioned on his pelvic girdle, and the longer we went the more he arched his backbone, his ass bounce against me again. I kept slapping it until it was red.

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

"Fuck yes, fuck me harder baby. Ooh, yeah, get it on my ass."His moan were growing louder, and much more effeminate. He was so fucking hot. I couldn't wait to make him cum. I fucked him hard, really concentrated. He tugged on his cock, and I noticed a little pond of precum underneath him. Leaning forward and making his back arch even more, I pulled his hair, causing his pass to devolve backwards. I could find out his moans better this way.

"Oh God, I'm gon na cum. FUCK yeah, I'm gon na cum !"Gospel According to 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 catch my breath. We both giggled.



Later that night, after we had eaten the Annamite food, smoked smoke and tope 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 phone chime. He'd texted me. I opened the message to a picture of him, set over with a finger in his lilliputian hole. I had no idea how he'd gotten that picture.

"No one has ever made me cum that strong before. Let's do it again next workweek ?"read his message.

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