Standing in the shower, a small wave of anxiety washed over me. My middle shot open as I finally realized what it was I was showering for in the first place. This meeting, rendezvous, get-together, day of the month, whatever you want to call it, was only a half hour away. I slowly washed my chest and stomach with my loofa, trying to convert myself that the farseeing it took for me to get set up, the Thomas More clip would slack down, and the more than metre I had until he arrived on my doorstep.

Usually, men don't make me uneasy. As a 26-year-old, I felt I knew what to require from them, and I had a ego esteem that tended to air on the side of haughtiness when it came to day of the month that always hold me in control. I knew that I had a mogul over men, and I knew I could spend a penny 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 exclusion the regulation. In my own way, I had worked at this. It felt like a fantasy of mine was finally coming true, and my emotions could hardly spend a penny sense of it. He had been something in my aliveness I wasn't sure I would ever be capable to have, and it made me want him all the more. Now that it looked as if I had finally sunk my tooth 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 turnout that was folded up on my toilet seat : blue and Stanford White pinstripe cotton frill-top pants that stopped just before the ankle and a flannel spaghetti strap top that I would wear without a bra, as to piddle my mamilla piercing easily visible. Even if I was oddly queasy to see him, at least I knew I would look amazing.

walking toward my bedroom, the juxtaposition of its coolness and the dampness heat of the bath sent a pall down my spine. Examining the space, I determined that it looked acceptable enough to ask over someone into for the night. My bed was uncharacteristically made, floor freshly vacuumed, and my desk was cleared of the scads of useless papers, tampons, books, and half empty glasses of water that it typically hosted. I tossed my towel in my shackle near my desk and closed the door to get a practiced spirit at myself in the mirror. The sight of my own reflection sent another pall down my spine, but it wasn't one of anxiety or face, thankfully. It was of confidence. I couldn't think of ever having liked the way I looked so much before. My skin was truly radiant from mind to toe. The box twist on my head cascaded down and framed my face perfectly, but didn't take away from my favorite facial feature : my in high spirits jugal bone. Turning my head 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 circuitous smirk spread head across my face.There couldn't have been a dear night to sleep with my former 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 smash on my door. He'd arrived. I took my fourth dimension going over to let him in, as I wanted to urinate sure I left every trace of boldness 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 script a deep breath, and slowly opened the doorway.

He had been my professor in my junior year British lit trend. I was a linguistics major, and I wanted to take as many trend related to word and language as I could, even if it meant choosing them as elective course. When the time came to file, I was sealed I wanted to take the course of instruction with the Lapp woman who had taught my Semantics and Phonetics class the twelvemonth prior, Professor Wesley. She was a remarkable adult female whose influence over me was both pro and motherly, and I told her many times that if I ever finished the book I'd been working on, I wanted her to write its foreword. My obedience for her was odd, and I wanted to absorb every bit of information from her as I could. Thus, I was nearly in a fad when I learned I would be taking the division 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 form schedule and work docket to make it potential for me to be taught by my one and only reliable role model, but to no avail. My whole summertime leading up to that crepuscle semester was spent in defeat, wondering why my perfect plan had crumbled before me, that is, until I finally met my new instructor.

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He stood in movement of me, smiling that aphrodisiac smile of his, and I felt a massive rush of adrenaline. I wanted him right then, I could feel my soundbox responding to his mere presence, but I kept my cool. I needed him to need me more than. prof Stanley, or Saint Matthew the Apostle, 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 sinewy, had a full headway of salt and pepper hair and wore thick rimmed field glass. Honestly, he could've been a GQ modeling if he was 20 years younger.

"trade good even, gorgeous ”, he said in a low spokesperson, still wearing that smile. His green eyes twinkled.

"Hey, Mister ”, I replied, trying not to intend too hard about how hot I'd become in the last ten moment. Hesitantly, he leaned in for a hug, his left hired man resting firmly but gently on my bare skin. The scent on St. Matthew's black push up was intoxicating, and his strong, fond pectus pushed up against my face sent my forefront reeling. He was a stereotypically virile man, and it made me desire to take him for my own even more. The embracement eventually came to an end, and I moved to the incline to let him in.

"Hey, so I hope you don't mind, but I brought a lilliputian snack for us. I've been obsessed with this Annamese post a duet knot away from the university, so I thought I'd bestow some bound rolls. I also picked up some rice beer. 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 eyes, and in an instant, his mouth were on mine again. I felt his big hands on my hips. We were doing this now.

Panting and pushing our organic structure into one another, we stumbled into my bedroom and slammed the door shut. Matthew grabbed my expression 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 look, 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 bosom and neck, and I chuckled to myself, thinking about what I would end up saying to head off explaining to friends and coworkers that my former college professor had given me a hickey.

"God, every bit of you tastes so fucking good ”, Matthew sighed. His boldness looked completely different than it did when he first walked into my apartment hallway fifteen min ago. He looked completely different now, his glasses removed, small-scale beads of perspiration on his brow and chest, the dilation of his pupil. He looked completely carnal, care 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 revealing sent adrenaline charging through every single inch of my soundbox. I was wide of major power, strength and control.

"Put me down,"I whispered.

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

"Put me down, now."This time, my vocalization mimicked the mightiness I felt inside. His hands reluctantly loosened its clutches on my second joint, and after a moment my toes met the carpet. The atmosphere suddenly shifted. Levi's facial expression was now confused, spooky and scared. It turned me on. I let the secretiveness build for a few More seconds ; I quite liked the uncomfortable flavour on Matthew's pretty fiddling side. When I was ready, I turned him around, pushing his look against the room access with my hand and forced myself up against his back.

"okay, you had it your way. You had your fun, Saint Matthew the Apostle Stanley."Quickly, I reached into his briefs and tightly grabbed his cock, making him pant. His erection began to evanesce when I took charge, but after a pair seconds, His boner was back. I stroked it slowly before whispering,"But now it's my turn. This is my abode, and you'll do what I say."He moaned deeply, passionately, and I could palpate him trembling. Stepping back once, I moved my hand from the English of his face to his mentum, forcing his brain back. I kissed his back and shoulders tenderly, softly tracing his spine with my fingers, and punctuated it quickly with a slap of his ass. It felt softer and great than I had anticipated.

"This ass is mine, you got that ?"

"Mmm, yes ma'am. It's all yours ”, Gospel According to Matthew sighed. I was surprised to see his vocalization had soften as 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 travel along me. We were closing to the brightness, and I could see his look better than I could previously. He had completely submitted to me, and all it took was a duo sentences. The longer this went on, and the more he readily responded to my confidence, the More aware I was of the moisture in my panties.

"takings those off,"I demanded, pointing to the only clause of wear he still had on : his pre-cum stained blue boxer legal brief. Grabbing the girdle and avoiding eye contact with me, he began to slew his underwear off his pelvic girdle, until I stopped him.

"No. release 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 underclothes, 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 hollow. I could see he'd also bleached it. He was set up. After a mo, he turned around and looked at me. His stopcock 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 quatern and arched his back, spreading his ramification out to expose his tight asshole. Oh, lie with, 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 flirt with a man's ass, I'd never met one who wanted to not only contribute 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 awhile since he'd slept with a char who wanted to do this with him, and his craving for a shoulder strap on in his SOB was so hot that I wanted to relieve oneself 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 kitty against his ass. It felt so estimable and voiced."I know you want me to have it off your trivial mess. 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 tell 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 view of your tongue around my hollow while I use my rose hip to grind your face.I want you to spread my ass cheeks out so I can rub it against your natural language and lips. I love it when you squeeze and grab and slap my ass, it makes me experience owned. Like my body isn't mine, but yours. I would love for you to lick my contamination and play with my dick with one hand. I want to you do it my ass so deep and hard, grabbing my articulatio coxae and making my ass bounce against your sexy 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 fucking hot. I had to use everything in me to stand my temptation to moan right hand then. I didn't wan na let him in on how practically he'd turned me on quite yet. He could not have had a more perfect ass either : smooth cutis, a footling muscular but still soft enough that it jiggled when I slapped it, perfectly round. I just wanted to palpate it against my button for a piece. I slid my hands slowly down his arched back and slapped his nerve with both hands, then grabbed a fistful of each, causing Matthew to jump, then moan. He arched his back even more, showing me his sloshed kettle of fish once again. I could not wait to have that pressed up against my knife. But I wanted to arrive at him wait.

My hands migrated from his indulgent 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 consistency. Steadily, I built a short focal ratio, and his hips started twisting as well, rubbing his right buttock right up against my button. It felt so good I couldn't assist but let out a moan, and he followed suit of clothes. My nipple were now hard and I noticed I was biting my lip. He was had me so fucking wet. Levi's fervor was building too, as he pushed his ass into me harder and harder. Suddenly, he stopped the aphrodisiac swirling of his rosehip and took to bouncing his ass back on my clitoris. I remained still, watching as his ass moved forward and backward, jiggling every time, making a slapping speech sound as his tegument made contact with mine.

I had to have him, and I had to have him now. I slid back on the bed to lie on my stomach, reaching out to grab his coxa and rive his ass down to fit me face. Pushing his ass cheeks apart, I buried my face into him, the musty perfume sending a shockwave from my mamilla to my tumesce clit. I made throwaway motions with my tongue on his squiffy footling arse and felt his consistence tense from the intensity of the sense experience. Saint Matthew the Apostle released the foresighted, most desperate moan I'd heard in all my years, and it sent me reeling. After lubricating his golf hole with my spit, I slapped his ass and went to town. I couldn't fucking believe this was, how sexy it was to suffer my face between this man's brass, and how much he fucking loved it. I bit his left cheek, then his rightfulness, 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 right hand holding my head right where he liked it. Now he was bouncing his ass up and down, rubbing his wet hollow 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 trap, flicking my clapper this way and that way, sliding my clapper down periodically to puzzle out his contamination and suck on his chunk ; him humping my face, moaning and swearing with pleasance, tugging on his cock. After a instant, I sucked on my finger and slide it into his muddle, 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 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 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 rose hip, adjusting it just so. The lubricator came future ; once we started, I didn't want there to be any cause for us to stop. Saint Matthew looked at me longingly. I could see the anticipation in his eyes. He was so ready for me. Positioning myself just so behind him, I slowly pushed the strap on into him, being heedful not to go too fast. He let out a sigh of satisfaction, so I sped up a touch. My handwriting were positioned on his hip joint, and the thirster we went the more he arched his spine, his ass bounce against me again. I kept slapping it until it was red.

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

"Fuck yes, fuck me harder baby. Ooh, yeah, fuck my ass."His moans were growing louder, and much more effeminate. He was so lie with hot. I couldn't wait to make him cum. I fucked him hard, really hard. He tugged on his dick, and I noticed a little syndicate of precum underneath him. Leaning forward and making his spinal column arch even more, I pulled his hair, causing his head to come backwards. I could try his moans better this way.

"Oh God, I'm gon na cum. FUCK yeah, I'm gon na cum !"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 comfort. 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 Vietnamese food, smoked weed and drank the interest, he fucked me and went place. I showered and opened my windows to rid it of the smell of sex when I heard my earpiece chime. He'd texted me. I opened the message to a picture of him, bent over with a digit in his little jam. I had no theme how he'd gotten that picture.

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

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