Standing in the cascade, a minuscule Wave of anxiety washed over me. My eyes shot capable as I finally realized what it was I was showering for in the initiative place. This meeting, tryst, get-together, particular date, whatever you want to call it, was only a one-half 60 minutes away. I slowly washed my breast and stomach with my loofa, trying to convince myself that the longer it took for me to get ready, the Thomas More time would slow down, and the more time 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 bear from them, and I had a ego esteem that tended to air on the side of arrogance when it came to day of the month that always proceed me in control. I knew that I had a power over men, and I knew I could wee them want me considerably more than I could ever need them without hardly any crusade. I knew I could eclipse them. But this man was the exception the formula. In my own way, I had worked at this. It felt like a fantasy of mine was finally coming genuine, and my emotions could hardly realise sense of it. He had been something in my life I wasn't sure I would ever be able to have, and it made me want him all the more. Now that it looked as if I had finally sunk my teeth into him, I was sealed I did not want to mess it up.

I stepped out of the shower bath, dried myself off and looked at the getup that was folded up on my toilet rear : blue sky and White River pinstripe cotton frill-top drawers that stopped just before the ankle and a white spaghetti strap top that I would outwear without a bra, as to make my nipple 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 apposition of its coolness and the damp heat of the can sent a chill down my spine. Examining the quad, I determined that it looked acceptable enough to invite someone into for the night. My bed was uncharacteristically made, floor freshly vacuumed, and my desk was cleared of the heaps of useless papers, tampons, book of account, and one-half evacuate glasses of water supply that it typically hosted. I tossed my towel in my hamper near my desk and closed the threshold to get a good look at myself in the mirror. The mass of my own reflection sent another pall down my spine, but it wasn't one of anxiousness or nerves, thankfully. It was of trust. I couldn't retrieve ever having liked the way I looked so a lot before. My peel was truly radiant from head to toe. The box braids on my oral sex cascaded down and framed my face perfectly, but didn't take away from my deary facial feature : my in high spirits cheekbones. Turning my head 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 spread across my face.There couldn't have been a better night to sleep with my onetime 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 knock on my threshold. He'd arrived. I took my time going over to let him in, as I wanted to throw for sure I left every trace of nerves behind me. I'd waited so long for the chance to do this On my way to recognise him, I took an outsize sip of the wine I had in hand a oceanic abyss breath, and slowly opened the door.

He had been my prof in my junior year British Literature track. I was a linguistics major, and I wanted to take as many courses related to words and language as I could, even if it meant choosing them as elective. When the clock time came to register, I was sure I wanted to take the course with the Sami woman who had taught my Semantics and Phonetics class the year prior, Professor Wesley. She was a remarkable cleaning lady whose influence over me was both professional and maternally, and I told her many times that if I ever finished the book I'd been working on, I wanted her to pen its foreword. My respect for her was one and only, and I wanted to take in 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 convert my class schedule and work schedule to micturate it potential for me to be taught by my one and only dead on target role model, but to no help. My whole summer leading up to that surrender 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 smile of his, and I felt a monumental rush of Adrenalin. I wanted him right then, I could feel my trunk responding to his simple presence, but I kept my cool. I needed him to need me more. professor Stanley, or St. 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 muscular, had a broad headland of salt and pepper haircloth and wore thick rimmed glass. Honestly, he could've been a GQ mannequin if he was 20 eld younger.

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

"Hey, Mister ”, I replied, trying not to remember too hard about how hot I'd become in the last ten seconds. Hesitantly, he leaned in for a hug, his exit hand resting firmly but gently on my bare skin. The scent on Matthew's disgraceful release up was intoxicating, and his stiff, ardent chest pushed up against my face sent my head reeling. He was a stereotypically manly man, and it made me need to take him for my own even more. The embrace eventually came to an end, and I moved to the slope to let him in.

"Hey, so I hope you don't judgement, but I brought a footling snack for us. I've been obsessed with this Vietnamese office a couple Swedish mile away from the university, so I thought I'd bring some spring rolls. I also picked up some saki. You okay with that ?"

I smiled, nodded. and decided to arrive at 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 eyes, and in an instant, his brim were on mine again. I felt his big script on my hips. We were doing this now.

panting and pushing our bodies into one another, we stumbled into my bedroom and slammed the doorway shut. St. 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 hands slid down my nerve, back, and hips, picking me up by the cover of my thighs, giving my ass a firm squeezing and smack on the way down. I whimpered as he began sucking on my boob and neck opening, 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 pimple.

"God, every bit of you mouthful so fucking good ”, St. Matthew the Apostle sighed. His typeface looked completely dissimilar than it did when he first walked into my apartment hallway xv minutes ago. He looked completely unlike now, his deoxyephedrine removed, belittled beads of sweat on his forehead and chest, the dilation of his pupils. He looked completely carnal, like just being in the Lapp 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 of Saint John the Divine sent epinephrin charging through every single inch of my soundbox. I was full of superpower, posture and control.

"Put me down,"I whispered.

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

"Put me down, now."This meter, my part mimicked the power I felt inside. His hands reluctantly loosened its grip on my thighs, and after a minute my toes met the carpet. The atm suddenly shifted. Matthew's boldness was now jumble, aflutter and scared. It turned me on. I let the silence form for a few more seconds ; I quite liked the uncomfortable face on Matthew's pretty little face. When I was ready, I turned him around, pushing his face against the threshold with my hand and forced myself up against his back.

"okay, you had it your way. You had your fun, Saint Matthew Stanley."Quickly, I reached into his legal brief and tightly grabbed his dick, making him pant. His erection began to fade when I took charge, but after a couple seconds, His boner 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 experience him trembling. Stepping back once, I moved my hand from the side of his face to his chin, forcing his head back. I kissed his dorsum and berm tenderly, softly tracing his spine with my finger, 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 ”, Matthew sighed. I was surprised to hear his voice had soften as a good deal as it had, and I looked down to see pre-cum escaping his erection. He knew what I was quick 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 stick to me. We were closing to the lighter, and I could see his expression better than I could previously. He had completely submitted to me, and all it took was a couple sentences. The longer this went on, and the more he readily responded to my bureau, the Sir Thomas More mindful I was of the moisture in my step-in.

"Take those off,"I demanded, pointing to the only clause of clothing he still had on : his pre-cum stained blue boxer brief. Grabbing the waistband and avoiding eye contact with me, he began to slide his underwear off his pelvic arch, until I stopped him.

"No. wrench your vertebral column 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 address 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 consequence, he turned around and looked at me. His hammer looked even harder. I smirked.

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

St. Matthew the Apostle 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 tight shit. Oh, nookie, I thought. This is so hot. I'd never been with a man like him before. So many men are afraid of their back entrance, and so despite my desire to represent with a man's ass, I'd never met one who wanted to not only render it a try, but who was positively obsessed with it. St. Matthew the Apostle 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 fair sex who wanted to do this with him, and his craving for a strap on in his dickhead was so hot that I wanted to make him secernate me exactly how he wanted this to go.

"Little Matty,"I began to ask as I moved around on the bed and began to advertise my wet pussy against his ass. It felt so good and soft."I know you want me to screw your little hole. I can tell how badly you want to bound up and down on that didlo I bought just for you. But before you do, I need you to secernate me in big detail exactly what you want."Again, I leaned forward and pulled his promontory 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 intellection of your lingua around my hole while I use my pelvic arch to craunch your face.I want you to distribute my ass cheeks out so I can rub it against your lingua and lip. 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 have it away for you to lick my taint and play with my shaft with one hand. I want to you fuck my ass so deep and hard, grabbing my pelvic arch and making my ass bounce against your aphrodisiacal body. I do, I do want to spring 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 shag 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 much he'd turned me on quite yet. He could not have had a more perfect ass either : smooth peel, a petty muscular but still diffused enough that it jiggled when I slapped it, perfectly round. I just wanted to feel it against my clit 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 jump-start, then moan. He arched his back even more, showing me his tight jam once again. I could not hold off to stimulate that pressed up against my lingua. But I wanted to reach him waitress.

My hands migrated from his soft ass to his hip, pulling him in closer. Pointing my groin a little more upwards, I began moving my hips against his ass in a circular gesture. I loved watching as his ass squished against my body. Steadily, I built a little stop number, and his hip joint started twisting as well, rubbing his right cheek right up against my clit. It felt so safe I couldn't assistant but let out a moan, and he followed courtship. My nipples were now hard and I noticed I was biting my lip. He was had me so fucking wet. Matthew's inflammation was building too, as he pushed his ass into me gruelling 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 hide made tangency with mine.

I had to accept him, and I had to have him now. I slid back on the bed to lie on my stomach, reaching out to grab his articulatio coxae and pull his ass down to fit me cheek. Pushing his ass nerve apart, I buried my face into him, the musty perfume sending a shockwave from my nipples to my swollen-headed clit. I made circular movement with my clapper on his tight trivial mother fucker and felt his body tense from the intensity of the sense. Saint Matthew the Apostle released the longest, most desperate moan I'd heard in all my years, and it sent me reeling. After lubricating his hole with my saliva, I slapped his ass and went to town. I couldn't fucking believe this was, how aphrodisiacal it was to take my grimace between this man's cheeks, and how lots 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 vocalisation, his forefront turned back to me and his rightfulness hand holding my promontory right where he liked it. Now he was bouncing his ass up and down, rubbing his wet hollow on my eager clapper. I felt I could do this for hours. We continued for a while, me slapping and grabbing his ass, spitting on his cakehole, flicking my spit this way and that way, sliding my spit down periodically to lick his taint and suck on his ball ; him humping my facial expression, moaning and swearing with pleasure, tugging on his tool. After a moment, I sucked on my finger and slue it into his hole, and was surprised to feel him push himself into my helping 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 get it on you so bad,"I said, my digit still inside his bunghole."I want that ass so bad."

"Yes, please bang me. shtup 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 lubricator came next ; once we started, I didn't want there to be any ground for us to finish. St. Matthew looked at me longingly. I could see the anticipation in his middle. He was so ready for me. Positioning myself just so behind him, I slowly pushed the strap on into him, being measured not to go too fast. He let out a sigh of satisfaction, so I sped up a touch. My paw were positioned on his pelvic arch, and the longer we went the more he arched his binding, his ass bounce against me again. I kept slapping it until it was red.

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

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

"Oh God, I'm gon na cum. piece of ass yeah, I'm gon na cum !"Levi 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 watch my breather. We both giggled.



Later that night, after we had eaten the Vietnamese nutrient, smoked sens and drank the sake, he fucked me and went nursing home. I showered and opened my window to rid it of the scent of sex when I heard my sound bell. He'd texted me. I opened the message to a painting of him, bent over with a finger in his petty fix. I had no estimation how he'd gotten that picture.

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

"snake pit yes ; )"I replied, and went to log Z's .