Standing in the shower, a minor wave of anxiousness washed over me. My eyes shot open as I finally realized what it was I was showering for in the inaugural place. This group meeting, tryst, get-together, date, whatever you want to call it, was only a one-half 60 minutes away. I slowly washed my boob and breadbasket with my loofa, trying to convert myself that the tenacious it took for me to get quick, the more time would slacken down, and the more time I had until he arrived on my doorstep.

Usually, men don't make me aflutter. As a 26-year-old, I felt I knew what to expect from them, and I had a self esteem that tended to air on the side of meat of high-handedness when it came to appointment that always continue me in controller. I knew that I had a power over men, and I knew I could make them need me considerably more than I could ever desire them without hardly any crusade. I knew I could dominate them. But this man was the exception the rule. 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 realize sense of it. He had been something in my biography I wasn't sure I would ever be able to have, 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 up it up.

I stepped out of the exhibitioner, dried myself off and looked at the outfit that was folded up on my bathroom buttocks : blue and Caucasian pinstripe cotton plant frill-top pants that stopped just before the ankle and a White person spaghetti strap top that I would fag without a bra, as to name my mammilla piercing easily seeable. Even if I was oddly skittish to see him, at least I knew I would look amazing.

Walking toward my bedroom, the juxtaposition of its coolness and the break heating plant of the privy sent a shivering down my spine. Examining the space, I determined that it looked acceptable enough to invite somebody into for the Night. My bed was uncharacteristically made, floor freshly vacuumed, and my desk was cleared of the heaps of useless papers, tampons, al-Qur'an, and one-half vacate glasses of piss that it typically hosted. I tossed my towel in my hamper near my desk and closed the room access to get a good look at myself in the mirror. The sight of my own manifestation sent another tingle down my spine, but it wasn't one of anxiety or spunk, thankfully. It was of trust. I couldn't think ever having liked the way I looked so practically before. My skin was truly beaming from head to toe. The box braid on my head cascaded down and framed my aspect perfectly, but didn't take away from my favorite facial nerve characteristic : my in high spirits cheekbones. Turning my head to the left field, 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 spread across my face.There couldn't have been a better night to slumber with my other college professor.

Just as I'd dressed, turned on some mood music, and finished pouring one of the two drinking glass of pinot noir there was a bang on my door. He'd arrived. I took my meter going over to let him in, as I wanted to make trusted I left every trace of spunk behind me. I'd waited so long for the chance to do this On my way to greet him, I took an oversized sip of the wine-colored I had in hand a deep breath, and slowly opened the door.

He had been my professor in my junior yr British literature course. I was a linguistics Major, and I wanted to convey as many course of instruction related to words and language as I could, even if it meant choosing them as electives. When the time came to register, I was certain I wanted to contract the trend with the Saame woman who had taught my Semantics and Phonetics form the twelvemonth prior, Professor John Wesley. She was a singular 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 write its foreword. My respect for her was one, and I wanted to absorb every bit of information from her as I could. Thus, I was nearly in a furore when I learned I would be taking the socio-economic 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 of instruction schedule and work docket to make it possible for me to be taught by my one and only true role model, but to no service. 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 of me, smiling that sexy smiling of his, and I felt a massive bang of epinephrin. I wanted him right then, I could feel my body responding to his bare comportment, but I kept my cool. I needed him to want me more. prof 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 muscular, had a good head of salt and pelt hair and wore thick rimmed glasses. Honestly, he could've been a GQ good example if he was 20 class younger.

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

"Hey, Mister ”, I replied, trying not to think too punishing about how hot I'd become in the net ten seconds. Hesitantly, he leaned in for a hug, his leave alone manus resting firmly but gently on my bare skin. The scent on Matthew's black button up was intoxicating, and his inviolable, lovesome pectus pushed up against my side sent my head 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 position to let him in.

"Hey, so I hope you don't mind, but I brought a niggling snack for us. I've been obsessed with this Vietnamese spot a couple miles away from the university, so I thought I'd lend some fountain rolls. I also picked up some sake. You okay with that ?"

I smiled, nodded. and decided to take in 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 back talk were on mine again. I felt his big hands on my rose hip. We were doing this now.

Panting and pushing our bodies into one another, we stumbled into my bedroom and slammed the door shut. Matthew grabbed my face like he owned me, and I wrapped my weapon around his neck. My trunk was riddled with ecstasy and I noticed I was trembling as his hands slid down my font, back, and hip, picking me up by the back of my thigh, 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 stave off explaining to Quaker and coworkers that my sometime college professor had given me a hickey.

"God, every bit of you tastes so fucking good ”, Gospel According to Matthew sighed. His fount looked completely dissimilar than it did when he first walked into my apartment hallway fifteen minutes ago. He looked completely different now, his spectacles removed, small string of beads of stew on his hilltop and chest, the dilatation of his pupils. He looked completely carnal, like just being in the Saame room with me was all it really took to get him off. I realized that, in this mo, he felt like he needed me. This divine revelation sent adrenaline charging through every single inch of my body. I was full of power, strength and control condition.

"Put me down,"I whispered.

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

"Put me down, now."This meter, my vocalization mimicked the business leader I felt inside. His mitt reluctantly loosened its grip on my thighs, and after a moment my toes met the carpet. The atmosphere suddenly shifted. Matthew's facial expression was now scattered, nervous and pit. It turned me on. I let the silence build for a few more arcsecond ; I quite liked the uncomfortable spirit on Saint Matthew the Apostle's pretty little expression. When I was quick, I turned him around, pushing his aspect against the door 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 brief and tightly grabbed his cock, making him gasp. His erecting 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 slope of his face to his mentum, forcing his read/write head back. I kissed his rachis and shoulders tenderly, softly tracing his spine with my fingerbreadth, 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 vocalism had soften as a great deal 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 follow me. We were closing to the light, and I could see his expression 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 bureau, the more mindful I was of the wet in my panties.

"Take those off,"I demanded, pointing to the only article of clothing he still had on : his pre-cum stained dreary packer briefs. Grabbing the sash and avoiding eye contact with me, he began to slue his underwear off his hips, until I stopped him.

"No. Turn your back to me. I want see your slight ass when you bent over. It's mine, isn't it ?"

"Yes… yes ma'am, it is,"he replied. He turned around removed his underclothing, and again, I was shocked at how big his ass was once there was null 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 deportment. He crawled onto the bed and did Sir Thomas More than I was expecting : he got down on all fours and arched his back, spreading his stage 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 back entrance, and so despite my desire to play with a man's ass, I'd never met one who wanted to not only return 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 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 asshole was so hot that I wanted to arrive at 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 promote my wet pussy against his ass. It felt so well and easy."I know you want me to fuck your short trap. I can tell how badly you want to ricochet 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 word 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 thought of your tongue around my hole while I use my hips to labour your face.I want you to diffuse my ass cheeks out so I can rub it against your knife and sass. 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 contamination and free rein with my cock with one paw. I want to you sleep with my ass so deeply and heavy, grabbing my hips and making my ass bouncing against your sexy 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 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 own had a more perfect ass either : smooth tegument, a fiddling muscular but still soft enough that it jiggled when I slapped it, perfectly cycle. I just wanted to feel it against my button for a piece. I slid my helping hand slowly down his arched back and slapped his buttock with both hands, then grabbed a handful of each, causing Matthew to jump, then groan. He arched his back even more, showing me his tight hole once again. I could not hold back to have that pressed up against my spit. But I wanted to score him look.

My hands migrated from his soft ass to his hips, pulling him in closer. Pointing my seawall a little more upwards, I began moving my hips against his ass in a circular motion. I loved watching as his ass squished against my body. Steadily, I built a footling speed, and his hips started twisting as well, rubbing his right impertinence right up against my button. It felt so good I couldn't help but let out a moan, and he followed courting. My mamilla were now hard and I noticed I was biting my lip. He was had me so fucking wet. Matthew's fervour was building too, as he pushed his ass into me harder and harder. Suddenly, he stopped the aphrodisiac swirling of his hip joint 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 phone as his skin made liaison with mine.

I had to stimulate him, and I had to have him now. I slid back on the bed to lie on my stomach, reaching out to grab his hip and pull his ass down to foregather me face. Pushing his ass cheeks apart, I buried my nerve into him, the musty scent sending a shockwave from my teat to my swell up clit. I made rotary question with my lingua on his tight minuscule asshole and felt his body tense from the intensity level of the sensation. Matthew released the foresightful, most desperate groan I'd heard in all my years, and it sent me reeling. After lubricating his pickle with my saliva, I slapped his ass and went to township. I couldn't fucking believe this was, how aphrodisiac it was to have my facial expression between this man's buttock, and how much he fucking loved it. I bit his left 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 hollow on my eager tongue. I felt I could do this for 60 minutes. We continued for a while, me slapping and grabbing his ass, spitting on his hole, flicking my spit this way and that way, sliding my tongue down periodically to puzzle out his contamination and suction on his balls ; him humping my nerve, moaning and swearing with pleasure, tugging on his cock. After a moment, I sucked on my finger's breadth and slide it into his golf hole, and was surprised to feel him push himself into my handwriting. 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 find 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, delight sleep together 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 pelvis, adjusting it just so. The lube came next ; once we started, I didn't want there to be any intellect for us to stop. Levi looked at me longingly. I could see the anticipation in his centre. 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 suspiration of expiation, so I sped up a skin senses. My mitt were positioned on his coxa, 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.

"Fuck yes, fuck me harder sister. Ooh, yeah, fuck my ass."His moan were growing louder, and much Sir Thomas More effeminate. He was so fucking hot. I couldn't wait to ca-ca 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 head to fall backwards. I could pick up his moans better this way.

"Oh God, I'm gon na cum. FUCK yeah, I'm gon na cum !"St. 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 strap on out of him, and leaned back to trip up my breath. We both giggled.



Later that night, after we had eaten the Vietnamese food, smoked sens and fuddle the sake, he fucked me and went home plate. I showered and opened my Windows to rid it of the feeling of sex when I heard my phone chime. He'd texted me. I opened the message to a picture of him, bent over with a finger in his short muddle. I had no mind how he'd gotten that picture.

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

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