Standing in the cascade, a small wave of anxiousness washed over me. My eyes shot open as I finally realized what it was I was showering for in the first place. This merging, rendezvous, get-together, day of the month, whatever you want to bid it, was only a half 60 minutes away. I slowly washed my breasts and stomach with my loofa, trying to convert myself that the thirster it took for me to get ready, the more fourth dimension would slow down, and the Sir Thomas More time I had until he arrived on my doorstep.

Usually, men don't make me queasy. As a 26-year-old, I felt I knew what to wait from them, and I had a ego esteem that tended to air on the side of meat of haughtiness when it came to dates 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 need them without hardly any exploit. I knew I could overshadow them. But this man was the exclusion the rule. In my own way, I had worked at this. It felt like a illusion of mine was finally coming true, and my emotions could hardly make up signified of it. He had been something in my lifetime 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 turnout that was folded up on my toilet seat : blue and white pinstripe cotton fiber frill-top pants that stopped just before the ankle and a white spaghetti shoulder strap top that I would break 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.

Walking toward my bedroom, the juxtaposition of its coolness and the dull heating plant of the bath sent a shivering down my spinal column. Examining the place, 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 report, tampons, Bible, and half void glasses of water that it typically hosted. I tossed my towel in my hamper near my desk and closed the door to get a in force look at myself in the mirror. The sight of my own reflection sent another shiver down my spine, but it wasn't one of anxiousness or cheek, thankfully. It was of trust. I couldn't commend ever having liked the way I looked so a good deal before. My skin was truly radiant from promontory to toe. The box braids on my head cascaded down and framed my face perfectly, but didn't take away from my favorite facial feature : my mellow os zygomaticum. Turning my head to the left, I peered at the strap on harness I had purchased specifically for the guest I had coming over. I looked back at myself in the mirror and watched as a devious smirk cattle ranch across my face.There couldn't have been a better night to sleep with my quondam college professor.

Just as I'd dressed, turned on some humor music, and finished pouring one of the two spectacles of Pinot noir there was a bash on my door. He'd arrived. I took my time going over to let him in, as I wanted to make sure enough I left every trace of cheek 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-colored I had in hand a cryptical hint, and slowly opened the door.

He had been my professor in my Jnr yr British lit trend. I was a philology Major, and I wanted to have as many course related to words and speech 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 trend with the same fair sex who had taught my Semantics and Phonetics division the year prior, prof Charles Wesley. She was a remarkable woman whose influence over me was both pro and motherly, and I told her many times that if I ever finished the Holy Scripture I'd been working on, I wanted her to publish its prolusion. My respect for her was unmatched, and I wanted to absorb every bit of entropy from her as I could. Thus, I was nearly in a fury when I learned I would be taking the family 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 class schedule and work schedule to make it possible for me to be taught by my one and only dependable persona role model, but to no avail. My whole summer leading up to that fall semester was spent in frustration, 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 line of me, smiling that sexy smile of his, and I felt a massive Benjamin Rush of adrenaline. I wanted him right then, I could feel my body responding to his simple presence, but I kept my assuredness. I needed him to want me more. Professor Stanley, or Gospel According to 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 full head of salt and capsicum pepper plant hair and wore midst rimmed crank. Honestly, he could've been a GQ model if he was 20 age younger.

"Good eventide, gorgeous ”, he said in a low voice, still wearing that grinning. His green eyes twinkled.

"Hey, Mister ”, I replied, trying not to guess too hard about how hot I'd become in the stopping point ten seconds. Hesitantly, he leaned in for a hug, his left hand resting firmly but gently on my bare pelt. The scent on Saint Matthew the Apostle's fateful release up was intoxicating, and his strong, warm chest pushed up against my face sent my head reeling. He was a stereotypically manfully man, and it made me want to take him for my own even more. The embrace eventually came to an end, and I moved to the side to let him in.

"Hey, so I hope you don't mind, but I brought a little bite for us. I've been obsessed with this Vietnamese spot a couple miles away from the university, so I thought I'd make for some spring bowl. 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 turned on. I walked over to him and kissed him deeply. Pulling away, I looked into his heart, and in an blink of an eye, his lip were on mine again. I felt his big workforce on my hips. We were doing this now.

Panting and pushing our bodies into one another, we stumbled into my bedroom and slammed the threshold shut. Matthew grabbed my aspect like he owned me, and I wrapped my arms around his neck. My soundbox was riddled with ecstasy and I noticed I was trembling as his manus slid down my face, back, and hips, picking me up by the back of my thighs, giving my ass a business 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 obviate explaining to acquaintance and coworkers that my former college professor had given me a hickey.

"God, every bit of you penchant so fucking good ”, Matthew sighed. His face looked completely different than it did when he first walked into my flat hallway fifteen proceedings ago. He looked completely different now, his specs removed, pocket-size pearl of sweat on his eyebrow and chest, the dilatation of his pupil. He looked completely carnal, like just being in the same 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 inch of my body. I was full of power, posture and ascendancy.

"Put me down,"I whispered.

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

"Put me down, now."This time, my voice mimicked the power I felt inside. His hands reluctantly loosened its grasp on my thigh, and after a moment my toes met the rug. The ambiance suddenly shifted. Matthew's side was now confused, aflutter and dash. It turned me on. I let the secretiveness build for a few more seconds ; I quite liked the uncomfortable tone on St. Matthew's pretty lilliputian nerve. When I was ready, I turned him around, pushing his face against the room access with my hand and forced myself up against his back.

"OK, you had it your way. You had your fun, Matthew Stanley."Quickly, I reached into his briefs and tightly grabbed his shaft, making him gasp. His erection began to fade when I took charge, but after a couple seconds, His foul-up was back. I stroked it slowly before whispering,"But now it's my number. This is my nursing home, and you'll do what I say."He moaned deeply, passionately, and I could palpate him trembling. Stepping back once, I moved my script from the side of his aspect to his chin, forcing his top dog back. I kissed his back and articulatio humeri tenderly, softly tracing his spine with my fingers, and punctuated it quickly with a smacking of his ass. It felt softer and grownup 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 hear his vocalization had soften as much as it had, and I looked down to see pre-cum escaping his erection. 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 watch over me. We were closing to the igniter, and I could see his expression better than I could previously. He had completely submitted to me, and all it took was a dyad conviction. The longer this went on, and the more he readily responded to my authority, the more aware I was of the moisture in my panties.

"Take those off,"I demanded, pointing to the only article 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 skid his underclothing off his rose hip, until I stopped him.

"No. work 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 nada left to cover 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 moment, he turned around and looked at me. His cock looked even harder. I smirked.

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

Matthew was excited, despite his behaviour. He crawled onto the bed and did more than I was expecting : he got down on all quartet and arched his back, spreading his legs out to scupper his mean whoreson. Oh, piece of tail, 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 give it a try, but who was positively obsessed with it. Saint Matthew the Apostle 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 adult female who wanted to do this with him, and his craving for a strap on in his asshole was so hot that I wanted to fix 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 force my wet pussy against his ass. It felt so dependable and delicate."I know you want me to bang your little yap. 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 separate 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 opinion of your knife around my cakehole while I use my hips to travail your face.I want you to circularize my ass cheeks out so I can rub it against your glossa and lips. I love it when you squeeze and grab and slap my ass, it makes me feel owned. Like my torso isn't mine, but yours. I would have intercourse for you to lick my taint and play with my rooster with one hand. I want to you fuck my ass so deep and hard, grabbing my hips and making my ass leap against your sexy body. I do, I do want to rebound 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 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 footling muscular but still gentle enough that it jiggled when I slapped it, perfectly round. I just wanted to feel it against my clit for a patch. I slid my handwriting slowly down his arched back and slapped his buttock with both hands, then grabbed a handful of each, causing Matthew to rise, then moan. He arched his back even more, showing me his tight jam once again. I could not look to ingest that pressed up against my tongue. But I wanted to hold him wait.

My hands migrated from his soft ass to his rosehip, pulling him in closer. Pointing my groin a little more upwards, I began moving my pelvic girdle against his ass in a circular motion. I loved watching as his ass squished against my body. Steadily, I built a little speed, and his pelvis started twisting as well, rubbing his right cheek right up against my clit. It felt so good I couldn't assistant but let out a moan, and he followed suit. My pap were now hard and I noticed I was biting my lip. He was had me so fucking wet. Matthew's turmoil 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 button. I remained still, watching as his ass moved forward and backward, jiggling every time, making a slapping sound as his skin made middleman with mine.

I had to consume him, and I had to have him now. I slid back on the bed to lie on my stomach, reaching out to grab his hips and pull his ass down to meet me face. Pushing his ass cheeks apart, I buried my face into him, the musty scent sending a shockwave from my nipples to my swollen button. I made throwaway motions with my tongue on his slopped little SOB and felt his body tense from the intensity of the superstar. St. Matthew released the longest, most heroic moan I'd heard in all my years, and it sent me reeling. After lubricating his hole with my spit, I slapped his ass and went to town. I couldn't fucking believe this was, how sexy it was to birth my face between this man's cheeks, and how much he fucking loved it. I bit his depart cheek, then his right wing, 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 head right where he liked it. Now he was bouncing his ass up and down, rubbing his wet golf hole on my eagre tongue. I felt I could do this for time of day. 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 glob ; him humping my face, moaning and swearing with pleasure, tugging on his cock. After a bit, I sucked on my finger's breadth and slid it into his yap, and was surprised to finger him push himself into my deal. The moaning got louder as I moved now to using two fingers and he twisted and gyrated his coxa. I soon noticed I was moaning too, and I was so wet I could finger my own moisture running down my thighs.

"God, I want to be intimate you so bad,"I said, my fingers still inside his asshole."I want that ass so bad."

"Yes, please bang me. nookie my like you mean it,"he replied.

I couldn't take it anymore. I grabbed the strap on and, fumbling all the spell, 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 reason for us to stop. St. 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 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 hips, 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 catch my breath.

"screwing yes, fuck me harder babe. Ooh, yeah, fuck my ass."His groan were growing louder, and much Thomas More effeminate. He was so have a go at it hot. I couldn't wait to hit him cum. I fucked him hard, really laborious. He tugged on his cock, and I noticed a little pool of precum underneath him. Leaning forward and making his dorsum archway even more, I pulled his hair, causing his head to flow backwards. I could hear his moans better this way.

"Oh God, I'm gon na cum. FUCK 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 catch my breath. We both giggled.



Later that night, after we had eaten the Vietnamese food, smoked weed and drink in the sake, he fucked me and went home. I showered and opened my windows to rid it of the olfaction of sex when I heard my telephone chime. He'd texted me. I opened the message to a picture show of him, hang over with a fingerbreadth in his minuscule hollow. I had no estimate 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.

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