Standing in the shower, a small wave of anxiety washed over me. My eyes shot open as I finally realized what it was I was showering for in the kickoff place. This meeting, rendezvous, get-together, day of the month, whatever you want to call it, was only a half minute away. I slowly washed my breasts and stomach with my luffa, trying to win over myself that the thirster it took for me to get prepare, the Thomas More time would slow down, and the Sir Thomas More fourth dimension 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 anticipate from them, and I had a ego esteem that tended to air on the side of lordliness when it came to day of the month that always kept me in control. I knew that I had a power over men, and I knew I could make them want me considerably more than I could ever require them without hardly any try. I knew I could dominate them. But this man was the exception the ruler. In my own way, I had worked at this. It felt like a fantasy of mine was finally coming dead on target, and my emotions could hardly make 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 teeth into him, I was certain I did not desire to mess it up.

I stepped out of the shower, dried myself off and looked at the outfit that was folded up on my pot seat : blue and white pinstripe cotton wool frill-top pants that stopped just before the ankle and a white spaghetti strap top that I would wear without a bra, as to make my tit piercing easily visible. Even if I was oddly nervous to see him, at least I knew I would look amazing.

walk toward my bedroom, the juxtaposition of its coolness and the damp heat of the bathroom sent a chill down my spine. Examining the space, I determined that it looked satisfactory enough to receive someone into for the night. My bed was uncharacteristically made, storey freshly vacuumed, and my desk was cleared of the piles of useless written document, tampons, books, and one-half empty eyeglasses of water that it typically hosted. I tossed my towel in my hamper near my desk and closed the room access to get a good tone at myself in the mirror. The mountain of my own reflection sent another chill down my spine, but it wasn't one of anxiousness or nerves, thankfully. It was of confidence. I couldn't call back ever having liked the way I looked so a lot before. My skin was truly radiant from head to toe. The box braids on my fountainhead cascaded down and framed my face perfectly, but didn't take away from my preferent facial feature article : my high zygomatic bone. Turning my head to the left hand, I peered at the strap on harness I had purchased specifically for the node I had coming over. I looked back at myself in the mirror and watched as a devious smirk spreadhead across my face.There couldn't have been a unspoilt night to sleep with my quondam college professor.

Just as I'd dressed, turned on some mood music, and finished pouring one of the two glasses of pinot noir there was a rap on my threshold. He'd arrived. I took my time going over to let him in, as I wanted to make sure I left every hint of mettle behind me. I'd waited so long for the opportunity to do this On my way to greet him, I took an oversize sip of the wine I had in paw a deep breath, and slowly opened the door.

He had been my prof in my Jr year British lit course. I was a philology John R. Major, and I wanted to drive as many line related to word and language as I could, even if it meant choosing them as elective. When the meter came to register, I was sealed I wanted to take the course with the Lapp woman who had taught my Semantics and Phonetics division the class prior, professor Wesley. She was a singular woman whose influence over me was both pro and motherly, and I told her many meter that if I ever finished the script I'd been working on, I wanted her to compose its prolusion. My respect for her was unmatched, and I wanted to absorb every bit of data from her as I could. Thus, I was nearly in a craze 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 course schedule and employment agenda to make it potential for me to be taught by my one and only reliable role model, but to no service. My unanimous summer leading up to that free fall semester was spent in frustration, 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 of me, smiling that sexy smiling of his, and I felt a massive rush of epinephrine. I wanted him right then, I could palpate my body responding to his mere presence, but I kept my cool. I needed him to want me Sir Thomas More. prof Henry M. 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 powerful, had a replete pass of SALT and capsicum pepper plant hair and wore midst rimmed glasses. Honestly, he could've been a GQ modelling if he was 20 days younger.

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

"Hey, Mister ”, I replied, trying not to think too hard about how hot I'd become in the final ten bit. Hesitantly, he leaned in for a hug, his remaining hand resting firmly but gently on my bare pelt. The scent on Matthew's blacken push up was intoxicating, and his strong, warm chest pushed up against my cheek sent my promontory 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 psyche, but I brought a little snack for us. I've been obsessed with this Annamite spot a duad international mile away from the university, so I thought I'd bring some spring rolling. 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 eye, and in an heartbeat, his backtalk were on mine again. I felt his big hands on my hips. We were doing this now.

Panting and pushing our bodies into one another, we stumbled into my chamber and slammed the door shut. Matthew grabbed my brass 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 hand slid down my face, 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 neck, and I chuckled to myself, thinking about what I would end up saying to invalidate explaining to friends and coworkers that my other college prof had given me a pimple.

"God, every bit of you taste perception so fucking good ”, Matthew sighed. His aspect looked completely different than it did when he first walked into my flat hallway xv min ago. He looked completely dissimilar now, his glass removed, diminished beads of sweat on his eyebrow and chest, the dilation of his school-age child. He looked completely carnal, like just being in the Lapplander elbow 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 Adrenalin charging through every single inch of my body. I was full of power, lastingness and control.

"Put me down,"I whispered.

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

"Put me down, now."This time, my vox mimicked the power I felt inside. His work force reluctantly loosened its grip on my thighs, and after a moment my toes met the rug. The atmospheric state suddenly shifted. Matthew's boldness was now illogical, nervous and scared. It turned me on. I let the secretiveness build for a few more endorsement ; I quite liked the uncomfortable look on Matthew's pretty little face. When I was make, I turned him around, pushing his look against the threshold with my hired man and forced myself up against his back.

"okay, you had it your way. You had your fun, Levi Stanley."Quickly, I reached into his briefs and tightly grabbed his hammer, making him gasp. His erection began to pass off when I took accusation, but after a couple seconds, His bloomer 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 hand from the side of his face to his Kuki, forcing his head back. I kissed his book binding and shoulder joint tenderly, softly tracing his spine with my fingers, and punctuated it quickly with a smack 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 sighed. I was surprised to pick up his voice had soften as often as it had, and I looked down to see pre-cum escaping his erecting. 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 observe me. We were closing to the spark, and I could see his expression better than I could previously. He had completely submitted to me, and all it took was a couple judgment of conviction. The longer this went on, and the more he readily responded to my federal agency, the More cognizant I was of the moisture in my panty.

"Take those off,"I demanded, pointing to the sole clause of article of clothing he still had on : his pre-cum stained dispirited bagger legal brief. Grabbing the waistband and avoiding eye contact with me, he began to skid his underwear off his hip, until I stopped him.

"No. Turn your back to me. I want see your little 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 kettle of fish. I could see he'd also bleached it. He was ready. After a import, he turned around and looked at me. His shaft looked even harder. I smirked.

"Now, be a good 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 IV and arched his cover, spreading his legs out to expose 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 backdoor, and so despite my desire to act as with a man's ass, I'd never met one who wanted to not only consecrate 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 charwoman who wanted to do this with him, and his craving for a strap on in his motherfucker was so hot that I wanted to urinate 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 indulgent."I know you want me to fuck your short hole. I can severalize 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 differentiate me in great detail exactly what you want."Again, I leaned forward and pulled his head word back toward me by his hair.

"Yes ma'am, I will."He paused, cleared his pharynx, and spoke.

"I want you eat my ass. I've gotten off on the thought of your knife around my hole while I use my hips to labour your face.I want you to spread 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 trunk isn't mine, but yours. I would love for you to lick my taint and gambol with my pecker with one helping hand. I want to you be intimate my ass so bass and heavy, grabbing my hips and making my ass bounciness against your aphrodisiac trunk. I do, I do need to ricochet 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 fuck hot. I had to use everything in me to dissent my enticement to moan rightfulness then. I didn't wan na let him in on how much he'd turned me on quite yet. He could not have had a more perfect ass either : smooth skin, a short muscular but still indulgent enough that it jiggled when I slapped it, perfectly round. I just wanted to feel it against my clitoris for a while. I slid my hands slowly down his arched back and slapped his cheeks with both hands, then grabbed a handful of each, causing Matthew to skip over, then moan. He arched his back even more, showing me his compressed hole once again. I could not look to have that pressed up against my knife. But I wanted to wee him wait.

My hand migrated from his flabby ass to his hip joint, pulling him in closer. Pointing my groin a little more upwards, I began moving my hips against his ass in a flier motion. I loved watching as his ass squished against my body. Steadily, I built a lilliputian speed, and his rose hip started twisting as well, rubbing his rightfulness cheek right up against my clit. It felt so safe I couldn't supporter but let out a moan, and he followed suit. 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 difficult 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 sound as his pelt made middleman with mine.

I had to own him, and I had to have him now. I slid back on the bed to lie on my stomach, reaching out to catch his pelvic arch and pull his ass down to contact me face. Pushing his ass boldness apart, I buried my human face into him, the frowsty aroma sending a shockwave from my pap to my well clit. I made flyer motility with my natural language on his tight little asshole and felt his dead body tense from the intensity of the sensation. St. Matthew released the longest, most desperate moan I'd heard in all my days, and it sent me reeling. After lubricating his muddle with my spit, I slapped his ass and went to town. I couldn't fucking believe this was, how aphrodisiacal it was to throw my case between this man's cheeks, and how very much he fucking loved it. I bit his left cheek, then his right hand, 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 interpreter, his head turned back to me and his decently hired hand holding my head 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 fix, flicking my tongue this way and that way, sliding my tongue down periodically to lick his taint and suck on his orchis ; him humping my face, moaning and swearing with pleasure, tugging on his pecker. After a moment, I sucked on my finger and slew it into his jam, and was surprised to feel him crusade himself into my bridge player. The moaning got louder as I moved now to using two finger and he twisted and gyrated his pelvic girdle. 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 finger's breadth 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 patch, I slipped it around my pelvic arch, adjusting it just so. The lubricant came adjacent ; once we started, I didn't want there to be any cause for us to stop. Gospel According to 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 careful not to go too fast. He let out a sigh of satisfaction, so I sped up a tactile sensation. My men were positioned on his hips, and the thirster 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 trance my breath.

"Fuck yes, fuck me strong infant. Ooh, yeah, fuck my ass."His groan were growing louder, and much more effeminate. He was so shtup hot. I couldn't wait to clear him cum. I fucked him gruelling, really tough. He tugged on his cock, and I noticed a fiddling pocket billiards of precum underneath him. Leaning forward and making his back arch even more, I pulled his hair, causing his head to go down backwards. I could discover his moans better this way.

"Oh God, I'm gon na cum. shtup yeah, I'm gon na cum !"Saint 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 Vietnamese food for thought, smoked sess and salute the sake, he fucked me and went house. I showered and opened my windows to rid it of the spirit of sex when I heard my speech sound chime. He'd texted me. I opened the message to a exposure of him, set over with a digit in his short maw. I had no mind how he'd gotten that picture.

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

"Inferno yes ; )"I replied, and went to catch some Z's .