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The Professor

Categories Fiction, Anal, Ass to mouth, Female Domination

Authror: reinaamaris

Published: 06 February 2018

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Standing in the shower, a small wave of anxiety washed over me. My eyes shot open as I finally realized what it was I was showering for in the first place. This meeting, rendezvous, get-together, date, whatever you want to call it, was only a half hour away. I slowly washed my breasts and stomach with my loofa, trying to convince myself that the longer it took for me to get ready, the 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 expect from them, and I had a self esteem that tended to air on the side of arrogance 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 want them without hardly any effort. 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 make 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 certain I did not want to mess 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 white 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 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 damp heat of the bathroom sent a chill down my spine. Examining the space, 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, books, and half empty glasses of water that it typically hosted. I tossed my towel in my hamper near my desk and closed the door to get a good look at myself in the mirror. The sight of my own reflection sent another chill down my spine, but it wasn’t one of anxiety or nerves, thankfully. It was of confidence. I couldn’t remember ever having liked the way I looked so much before. My skin was truly radiant from head 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 high cheekbones. 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 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 mood music, and finished pouring one of the two glasses of pinot noir there was a knock on my door. He’d arrived. I took my time going over to let him in, as I wanted to make sure I left every trace of nerves 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 hand a deep breath, and slowly opened the door.

He had been my professor in my junior year British Literature course. 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 electives. When the time came to register, I was certain I wanted to take the course with the same woman who had taught my Semantics and Phonetics class the year prior, Professor Wesley. She was a remarkable woman whose influence over me was both professional 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 respect for her was unmatched, and I wanted to absorb 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 change my class schedule and work schedule to make it possible for me to be taught by my one and only true 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 of me, smiling that sexy smile of his, and I felt a massive rush of adrenaline. I wanted him right then, I could feel my body responding to his mere presence, but I kept my cool. I needed him to want me more. Professor 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 full head of salt and pepper hair and wore thick rimmed glasses. Honestly, he could’ve been a GQ model if he was 20 years younger.

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

“Hey, Mister”, I replied, trying not to think too hard about how hot I’d become in the last ten seconds. Hesitantly, he leaned in for a hug, his left hand resting firmly but gently on my bare skin. The scent on Matthew’s black button up was intoxicating, and his strong, warm chest pushed up against my face sent my head reeling. He was a stereotypically manly 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 snack for us. I’ve been obsessed with this Vietnamese spot a couple miles away from the university, so I thought I’d bring some spring rolls. 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 horny. I walked over to him and kissed him deeply. Pulling away, I looked into his eyes, and in an instant, his lips were on mine again. I felt his big hands on my hips. 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 arms around his neck. My body was riddled with ecstasy and I noticed I was trembling as his hands slid down my face, 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 breasts and neck, 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 hickey.

“God, every bit of you tastes so fucking good”, 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 glasses removed, small beads of sweat on his brow and chest, the dilation of his pupils. 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, 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 hands reluctantly loosened its grip on my thighs, and after a moment my toes met the carpet. The atmosphere suddenly shifted. Matthew’s face was now confused, nervous and scared. It turned me on. I let the silence build for a few more seconds; I quite liked the uncomfortable look on Matthew’s pretty little face. When I was ready, 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 cock, making him gasp. 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 feel 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 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 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 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 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 sentences. 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 briefs. Grabbing the waistband and avoiding eye contact with me, he began to slide his underwear off his hips, until I stopped him.

“No. Turn 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 nothing 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 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 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 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. 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 make 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 soft. “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 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 thought of your tongue around my hole while I use my hips to grind 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 lick my taint and play with my cock with one hand. I want to you fuck my ass so deep and hard, grabbing my hips and making my ass bounce against your sexy body. 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 wanna let him in on how much he’d turned me on quite yet. He could not have had a more perfect ass either: smooth skin, a little muscular but still soft 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, then moan. He arched his back even more, showing me his tight hole once again. I could not wait to have that pressed up against my tongue. But I wanted to make him wait.

My hands migrated from his soft ass to his hips, pulling him in closer. Pointing my groin 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 little speed, and his hips started twisting as well, rubbing his right cheek right up against my clit. It felt so good I couldn’t help but let out a moan, and he followed suit. My nipples 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 harder 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 skin 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 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 clit. I made circular motions with my tongue on his tight little asshole and felt his body tense from the intensity of the sensation. Matthew released the longest, most desperate 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 have my face between this man’s cheeks, and how much 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 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 hole 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 hole, flicking my tongue this way and that way, sliding my tongue down periodically to lick his taint and suck on his balls; him humping my face, moaning and swearing with pleasure, tugging on his cock. After a moment, I sucked on my finger and slid it into his hole, 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 strap on and, fumbling all the while, I slipped it around my hips, 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 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.

“Fuck 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 wait to make 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 hear his moans better this way.

“Oh God, I’m gonna cum. FUCK yeah, I’m gonna 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 comforter. I pulled the strap on out of him, and leaned back to catch my breath. We both giggled.

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Later that night, after we had eaten the Vietnamese food, smoked weed and drank the sake, he fucked me and went home. 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 message to a picture of him, bent over with a finger in his little hole. I had no idea 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.

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

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