Summary:
A nude model and art professor fuck after class.
Note 1:
This is a VALENTINES DAY 2016 Contest story.
Note 2:
Thanks to goamz86, Robert, Wayne and cuckdynasty for editing this story.
FIRST CUMS FUCK, THEN CUMS MARRIAGE
It's funny how life works.
It's funny how one random conversation leads to one trivial decision, which leads to one amazing encounter that ultimately changes your life forever.
As I look into my bride's eyes and the minister begins to speak, I reflect on the crazy way we first met.
.....
I was at work one day when Janet, a co-worker of mine at the record store, said, "You should be our model next week."
Flirting like I always did, "Am I not already the model of your late night fantasies?"
"No seriously," she said, "you are well built and would be a perfect model, plus it pays sixty bucks an hour."
"Sixty bucks? What would I have to do?" I asked, that being more than quadruple what I made an hour at this shit hole.
"Model naked," she said.
I smiled, "If you want to see what's underneath this perfection, you just have to ask."
"First of all, like I have told you a million times, I'm gay, which means I... like... girls... secondly, since you are so confident about your body and package, you would be the perfect model," she said.
I had been trying to bang Janet forever. She was ridiculously hot, but it seemed like she really was a lesbian... which truthfully, was just as hot.
"When and where?" I asked, thinking that if there were any curious bones in her body, me naked may just trigger them. Not that I'm a Greek Adonis or anything, but I am very well-built and have a very nice, almost eight inch long cock. I am also pretty good looking, have a dazzling smile, and sexy blue eyes that make many girls melt.
"I'll talk to my professor tonight," she said, before adding, her smirk wide, "I can't wait to see that big cock of yours."
For a so-called lesbian she sure had a nasty mouth, which, of course, made me want her even more.
"Just ask any time," I offered, cupping my balls.
"Oh, I think I'm straight now," she sarcastically quipped.
"One day with me and you would be," I teased right back, always confident with the ladies, scoring more times than I failed.
"Good to know," she laughed, just as a customer entered the store.
Two weeks later, I was at the college, in a robe, but naked underneath.
I was already greatly regretting opening my big mouth and agreeing to do this. Sitting naked in front of a room of strangers was suddenly making me very self-conscious.
Yet, I also wouldn't ditch either. I was a man of my word.
I felt even more awkward when the professor, an incredibly attractive woman looking to be in her early thirties came back stage. She was wearing a black skirt and pantyhose with open-toed heels, which allowed me to see her red painted toenails through the nylon.
My fetish was tits and legs, especially legs in nylons, and my cock did what it always did when it saw a woman in nylons... it woke up.
She extended her hand and greeted, "It's so nice to meet you."
"You too," I nodded, trying to act casual. Even as I stared at her big tits, my cock continued to rise.
"Are you ready?" she asked.
Trying to calm down my growing member, I nodded, "As ready as I'll ever be," even though my dick was suddenly fully erect and saluting her legs, tits, and amazing blue eyes.
"Well, let's go," she smiled.
I followed her out, noticing that her nylons had a black seam going up her legs, which only made her sexier and more intriguing... and, of course, made my cock flinch again.
Once in the art room, I learned there were about twenty students, two-thirds of whom were female, and they were sitting in big semi-circle, each one able to get a good look at me.
As I moved to my spot, the professor began, "Today's subject is the male body. I would like to thank Joey, in advance, for willingly doing this."
"It's no problem," I replied, trying to look suave as I smiled at her, my cock still completely erect, I discarded the robe.
The look in the professor's eyes was one of pure shock as she saw my erection. She recovered quickly and explained, turning away from me, "Now, draw what you see. Look past his naked body and get to his inner soul."
Looking at her, her face was flushed, and yet there was no doubt she, like everyone else there, was staring at my cock.
"And start drawing," the professor declared.
I tried to remain stoic as instructed, my raging hard on the only thing moving on occasion as it involuntarily flinched.
I scanned the room as best I could while not moving my head. There were a few cute or downright hot girls currently drawing me.
I tried to stare into the distance, above the class, as if oblivious to my nakedness... yet, I couldn't help looking at the beautiful professor.
Every time my cock began to shrink, one look at the hot professor's legs in nylons, firm breasts and sexy smile had it return to flagpole salute status.
I couldn't explain it, but I was very confident she couldn't take her eyes off me or my stiff erection either. And I don't mean that in a smug confident way, but in an 'it's-obvious' sort of way.
When the time was up, the professor, looking down at my still erect member said, "And please give a round of applause for tonight's model."
I got a round of applause and I couldn't help but feel that I had impressed the mostly female group, including the professor who had a look in her eye.
Janet, on the other hand, showed no hint of being impressed... not even over the hour long erection... clearly confirming she was still a lesbian.
After class was dismissed and I was dressed, the professor paid me my money and commented, "I have never seen that before."
"What?" I asked, even though I was confident I knew exactly what she was talking about.
"Staying erect the entire time," she nodded, before adding, her tone shifting from professional to sexy as she stressed each word slowly, "now... that... is... impressive."
She was now directly in front of me. Realizing I was potentially just about to fuck the very hot professor, I explained why I stayed so hard, "Well, you played a pretty key role in my, um, situation."
"Is that so?" she questioned, her lips inches from mine.
"It's a fact," I nodded, my eyes bearing into hers, trying to look sexy and confident at the same time.
"Are you still hard?" She asked, the question apparently rhetorical as she found out for herself, her hand squeezing my still very hard cock.
"It just won't go down," I shrugged.
"Well, let's see what I can do about that," she said seductively, as she lowered herself to her knees, fished out my erect cock and took it in her mouth.
"I don't think that is going to help it go down," I joked.
"It's a lengthy process," she quipped, as she slithered her tongue to my balls, something no other woman had ever done, and it felt amazing.
I stared at the beautiful professor working over my balls in complete awe. I was a pretty good looking guy and did quite well with the ladies, but this was a first.
She then pulled my pants and underwear down and off and returned to my cock. This time she began bobbing hungrily, looking more like a coed than a professor.
I warned, "You keep doing that, and I'll be shooting my load very soon."
To my surprise, she didn't slow down and I groaned less than thirty seconds later as I deposited my long lingering load in her mouth. Although I had been with about twenty women, she was only the third that eagerly swallowed without making it a big deal.
Once I was completely spent, she stood back up and pointed out, pretending to look surprised, "It's still hard."
"I guess we may have to try something else," I coyly suggested.
"Mmmmmm, I couldn't agree more," she nodded, lifting up her dress to reveal her pantyhose were actually a garter and stockings.
My cock flinched, as this woman was my dream girl. The only thing sexier than pantyhose was thigh high stockings or a garter belt and stockings.
Now most guys would pull down her thong (which was a sexy red), bend her over the nearby table and slam their cock in her inviting pussy, but I love eating pussy.
I love hearing a woman moan as I explore her entire pussy region.
I love when a woman's breathing gets erratic and I know she is about to reach orgasm.
I love when her legs stiffen as her orgasm hits and her sweet cum flows out like a volcano that finally erupts.
I also love the first time I get a woman off with my mouth. Is she a screamer? Or will she just moan?
Does she grab my head and hold me deep in her wetness?
Does she talk dirty?
Does she squirt like a racehorse?
Does she grind her pussy on my face?
All have happened and all are enjoyable experiences.
I love that every woman sounds different, comes differently.
Women are an enigma of sexuality and I love investigating and exploring, like a sexual archeologist... never knowing what I will discover, but knowing there will be a sweet treasure.
I lifted her up and put her on the table.
She purred, "I like a man who knows what he wants."
"I like a woman who dresses in such sexy stockings," I replied, my hands sliding down her sheer silk-clad legs.
"Mom always told me to dress like a professional woman on the outside and like a sexy siren underneath," she purred, as I moved my hands down her left leg and to her foot.
I took off her heels and kissed the top of her red painted toes, which matched her thong.
"Does my sexy model have a foot fetish?" She asked.
"A nylon fetish for sure," I replied, as I moved back up her leg.
"Come on, sexy, I want that big cock of yours in me," she begged, "you had my pussy on fire the minute your erection stood up at attention."
"Let's see how true that is," I replied, as my face made it to her crotch area. I noticed a wet spot as her pussy lips protruded through the thin fabric.
I leaned forward and sucked on her pussy with firm pressure through her thong.
"Ohhhhhhhhhhh," she moaned, surprised by the sudden touch.
"You weren't lying," I said as I moved to her other thigh.
"You got me so hot and bothered," she moaned again, before adding, "get back here."
"All good things come to those who wait," I quipped, sounding like a fortune cookie.
"That come part better be true," she quipped, as she pulled me back to her.
