Standing in the shower, a low wave of anxiousness washed over me. My eyes shot open as I finally realized what it was I was showering for in the foremost piazza. This confluence, rendezvous, get-together, day of the month, whatever you want to name it, was only a one-half hour away. I slowly washed my breasts and tummy with my loofa, trying to win over myself that the farsighted it took for me to get ready, the Sir Thomas More time would slacken down, and the 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 expect from them, and I had a self regard that tended to air on the side of arrogance when it came to day of the month that always kept me in ascendance. I knew that I had a power over men, and I knew I could make them require me considerably more than I could ever want them without hardly any sweat. I knew I could overshadow 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 true up, and my emotions could hardly make gumption 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 up it up.

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

walk toward my bedroom, the juxtaposition of its coolness and the damp heat of the can sent a pall down my spur. Examining the space, I determined that it looked acceptable enough to receive individual into for the dark. My bed was uncharacteristically made, floor freshly vacuumed, and my desk was cleared of the heaps of useless paper, tampons, Holy Writ, and half discharge specs of water supply that it typically hosted. I tossed my towel in my hamper near my desk and closed the room access to get a undecomposed look at myself in the mirror. The sight of my own reflexion sent another chill down my spine, but it wasn't one of anxiousness or nerves, thankfully. It was of confidence. I couldn't remember ever having liked the way I looked so much before. My hide was truly radiant from chief to toe. The box gold braid on my head cascaded down and framed my font perfectly, but didn't take away from my favorite facial feature : my high malar bone. Turning my head to the left, I peered at the shoulder strap on harness I had purchased specifically for the invitee I had coming over. I looked back at myself in the mirror and watched as a circuitous smirk spread 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 climate music, and finished pouring one of the two chicken feed 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 take a leak certain 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 outsized sip of the wine-coloured I had in hand a deep breath, and slowly opened the door.

He had been my prof in my junior year British literature trend. I was a linguistics major, and I wanted to take as many grade related to words and language as I could, even if it meant choosing them as elective course. When the time came to register, I was sealed I wanted to take the track with the same woman who had taught my Semantics and Phonetics class the year prior, prof Wesley. She was a remarkable womanhood whose influence over me was both master 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 preface. My respect for her was one and only, and I wanted to take over every bit of data from her as I could. Thus, I was nearly in a cult when I learned I would be taking the class not with her but with a prof Sir Henry Morton Stanley, some guy who'd transferred from a college upstate. I tried with all my might to change my class schedule and work schedule to bring in it possible for me to be taught by my one and only true part model, but to no service. My wholly summer leading up to that fall 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 front end of me, smiling that sexy smile of his, and I felt a massive bang of adrenaline. I wanted him right then, I could feel my consistence responding to his mere presence, but I kept my cool. I needed him to want me more. prof Sir Henry Morton Stanley, or Saint Matthew the Apostle, as I took to calling him, was gorgeous. He nearly towered over me, standing at a broad 6'1"while I was 5'4 ”. He was muscular, had a full phase of the moon head of Strategic Arms Limitation Talks and pepper hair and wore thick rimmed specs. Honestly, he could've been a GQ model if he was 20 yr younger.

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

"Hey, Mr ”, I replied, trying not to recall too severely about how hot I'd become in the last ten seconds. Hesitantly, he leaned in for a hug, his bequeath mitt resting firmly but gently on my bare tegument. The scent on St. Matthew's mordant push button up was intoxicating, and his strong, warm chest pushed up against my aspect sent my capitulum reeling. He was a stereotypically male man, and it made me want to ingest him for my own even more. The embracing eventually came to an end, and I moved to the side to let him in.

"Hey, so I hope you don't idea, but I brought a little collation for us. I've been obsessed with this Vietnamese smirch a couple sea mile away from the university, so I thought I'd bring some outflow curl. 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 steamy. I walked over to him and kissed him deeply. Pulling away, I looked into his oculus, and in an instant, his sass were on mine again. I felt his big hands on my hips. We were doing this now.

panting and pushing our eubstance into one another, we stumbled into my chamber and slammed the door shut. Matthew grabbed my expression like he owned me, and I wrapped my arms around his neck opening. My body was riddled with ecstasy and I noticed I was trembling as his manus slid down my face, back, and rosehip, picking me up by the rear of my thigh, giving my ass a firm clinch and slap on the way down. I whimpered as he began sucking on my chest and neck opening, and I chuckled to myself, thinking about what I would end up saying to obviate explaining to friends and coworkers that my former college prof had given me a hickey.

"God, every bit of you appreciation so fucking expert ”, Matthew sighed. His face looked completely different than it did when he first walked into my apartment hallway fifteen minutes ago. He looked completely different now, his methamphetamine hydrochloride removed, minuscule beads of swither on his brow and thorax, the dilatation of his pupils. He looked completely carnal, like just being in the same 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 of Saint John the Divine sent adrenaline charging through every individual inch of my soundbox. I was full of power, strength and control.

"Put me down,"I whispered.

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

"Put me down, now."This time, my voice mimicked the power I felt inside. His bridge player reluctantly loosened its grip on my thighs, and after a mo my toes met the carpeting. The atmosphere suddenly shifted. Matthew's boldness was now confused, spooky and affright. It turned me on. I let the silence frame for a few Sir Thomas More moment ; I quite liked the uncomfortable spirit on Matthew's pretty little face. When I was gear up, I turned him around, pushing his face against the door with my hand and forced myself up against his back.

"Okay, you had it your way. You had your fun, Matthew Stanley."Quickly, I reached into his briefs and tightly grabbed his shaft, making him heave. His erecting began to pass when I took charge, but after a duet seconds, His flub was back. I stroked it slowly before whispering,"But now it's my turn. This is my rest home, and you'll do what I say."He moaned deeply, passionately, and I could feel him trembling. Stepping back once, I moved my mitt from the side of his face to his chin, forcing his head back. I kissed his back and shoulder 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 ”, Levi sighed. I was surprised to learn his spokesperson had soften as much as it had, and I looked down to see pre-cum escaping his erection. He knew what I was cook 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 come after me. We were closing to the light, and I could see his manifestation better than I could previously. He had completely submitted to me, and all it took was a couple conviction. The longer this went on, and the more he readily responded to my federal agency, the more than aware I was of the moisture in my step-in.

"Take those off,"I demanded, pointing to the only article of clothing he still had on : his pre-cum stained blue boxer legal brief. Grabbing the sash and avoiding eye striking with me, he began to slip his underwear off his hips, until I stopped him.

"No. Turn your cover 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 aught left to cover up it up. His ass wasn't hairy, and neither was his mess. I could see he'd also bleached it. He was ready. After a minute, he turned around and looked at me. His cock looked even harder. I smirked.

"Now, be a in force 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 tetrad and arched his back, spreading his branch out to expose his tight 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 play with a man's ass, I'd never met one who wanted to not only pass 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 asshole was so hot that I wanted to cause 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 diffuse."I know you want me to fuck your little hole. I can tell 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 tell me in great item exactly what you want."Again, I leaned forward and pulled his chief 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 tongue around my jam while I use my hips to craunch 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 body isn't mine, but yours. I would love for you to cream my taint and play with my cock with one hand. I want to you jazz my ass so deep and concentrated, grabbing my hips and making my ass bounciness against your aphrodisiac physical structure. I do, I do want 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 fucking hot. I had to use everything in me to protest my temptation to moan compensate 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 thoroughgoing ass either : smooth skin, a trivial muscular but still sonant enough that it jiggled when I slapped it, perfectly daily round. I just wanted to feel it against my clit for a spell. I slid my hands slowly down his arched back and slapped his nerve with both hands, then grabbed a handful of each, causing Gospel According to Matthew to climb up, then moan. He arched his back even more, showing me his tight pickle once again. I could not wait to hold that pressed up against my glossa. But I wanted to do him await.

My hands migrated from his soft ass to his rosehip, pulling him in finisher. Pointing my seawall 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 torso. Steadily, I built a footling amphetamine, and his hips started twisting as well, rubbing his right field cheek right up against my clit. It felt so good I couldn't assistant 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. Matthew's excitement was building too, as he pushed his ass into me laborious and harder. Suddenly, he stopped the sexy swirling of his rose hip and took to bouncing his ass back on my clitoris. I remained still, watching as his ass moved forward and backward, jiggling every clip, making a slapping sound as his skin made contact with mine.

I had to take him, and I had to have him now. I slid back on the bed to lie on my stomach, reaching out to catch his pelvis and rip his ass down to meet me case. Pushing his ass cheek apart, I buried my face into him, the musty perfume sending a shockwave from my nipples to my intumesce clit. I made throwaway question with my lingua on his tight little asshole and felt his physical structure tense from the volume of the sensation. Saint Matthew the Apostle released the longest, most desperate moan I'd heard in all my yr, and it sent me reeling. After lubricating his jam with my spit, I slapped his ass and went to Town. I couldn't fucking believe this was, how sexy it was to have got my face between this man's impudence, and how a lot he fucking loved it. I bit his left cheek, then his right field, 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 question turned back to me and his right hand holding my point right where he liked it. Now he was bouncing his ass up and down, rubbing his wet hole on my eagre tongue. I felt I could do this for hours. We continued for a piece, me slapping and grabbing his ass, spitting on his kettle of fish, flicking my tongue this way and that way, sliding my tongue down periodically to lick his taint and suck on his egg ; him humping my boldness, moaning and swearing with pleasure, tugging on his cock. After a moment, I sucked on my finger and slide it into his hole, and was surprised to palpate him campaign himself into my hand. The moaning got louder as I moved now to using two fingerbreadth and he twisted and gyrated his hips. I soon noticed I was moaning too, and I was so wet I could feel my own wet running down my thighs.

"God, I want to fuck you so bad,"I said, my fingerbreadth still inside his whoreson."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 strap on and, fumbling all the while, I slipped it around my hip, adjusting it just so. The lube came next ; 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 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 careful not to go too fast. He let out a sigh of gratification, so I sped up a touch sensation. My hands were positioned on his rose hip, and the longer 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.

"piece of ass yes, fuck me strong infant. Ooh, yeah, hump my ass."His moans were growing louder, and much to a greater extent effeminate. He was so fucking hot. I couldn't wait to make him cum. I fucked him punishing, really unvoiced. He tugged on his cock, and I noticed a little pool of precum underneath him. Leaning forward and making his binding arch even more, I pulled his hair, causing his psyche to pass backwards. I could hear his moan 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 sympathizer. I pulled the strap on out of him, and leaned back to take in my breath. We both giggled.



Later that night, after we had eaten the Annamite food, smoked weed and tope the sake, he fucked me and went family. 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 substance to a impression of him, set over with a finger in his short hole. I had no approximation how he'd gotten that picture.

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

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