This never happened, nor will it. Ever. Names and locations changed.
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It's been years since I graduated from tech school and now I live alone in the city. I think back to my time in school and inevitably I remember Professor Geladas and that night we had together. There was just something about men like him and Fred Vargas who were superior to me intellectually and (in Fred's case) physically that brought out my inner submissive role...and that deep dark NEED to be dominated that came with it.
The years had gone by and I had done alright for myself with girlfriends and true independence, but now that NEED had returned and I had been laying in bed for many nights remembering my experiences with those two men.
They alone had been allowed to get so close to me that they were actually inside me, and I embraced the initial violation as intimate penetration. They were a part of me forever and remembering that fact was stirring the flames of my NEED.
Fred and I had a falling out due to another misunderstanding on his part, so he wasn't an option as far as communication was concerned, but Professor Geladas was still teaching at my old college and I hadn't seen him since I graduated. I was sure he kept his promise to keep our experience together a secret because he was honorable, professional, and an intellectual.
Besides, we had a good time together and I was sure his memory of it was as pleasant as mine was. So, I decided to make a plan to visit the old campus and try to reconnect with him and hopefully have another intimate experience with him. The only way that I could see him was by going during school hours which meant getting up alittle earlier and taking the train up there before going to work. I got to campus and was lucky enough to arrive when he was in his office, so I knocked and when he said "come in" I did and he looked at me quizzically for a second before recognizing me and smiling, telling me to sit down.
When I did, he asked me what brought me back to my "old alma mater" and after some brief chitchat about work, I looked at him and asked him if he still liked playing pool on weekends. He raised his eyebrows and looked around before chuckling and nodding and then said "am I being asked out on a date by an old student???"
I just rolled my eyes and said "I don't go on dates with men, professor" which got him laughing again but he said that this weekend he could make some time to spend with me "in whatever capacity".
I told him that I lived in the city now also, and he seemed pleasantly surprised by that. He responded by saying how convenient city living was for us. We didn't live near each other though, so one of us would have to visit the other.
He mentioned that the last time we "met up", it was in his neighborhood, The West Village, and then his apartment. So, he suggested a change of scenery in that I should host him this time around. I agreed and we settled on that Saturday night at 9pm.
I gave him my address and told him that we could have a late dinner and then go out for a few drinks or something to which he chuckled knowingly and told me he would see me then. Then I left for work and that was that until Saturday evening.
I had cleaned up and straightened out my apartment as best as I could and when he did ring the bell at exactly 9, he entered my apartment and nodded, saying that it was a typical bachelor pad but that the neighborhood was very nice.
We then went out to eat at the French restaurant on 2nd Ave and had our drinks there since the bars were crawling with young people. After a few glasses of wine and a couple of Jameson's, I began to feel very relaxed and we had long conversations about everything from music to movies, but the main topic which we were both thinking about remained unspoken.
Eventually he looked at his watch and said that it was 10:30 and time to leave, so I got the check and insisted on paying since he was in my neighborhood this time, and when we left, he asked me what was next. I was feeling warm and confident from the alcohol so I said "don't act like you don't know" and smirked, motioning towards my building.
Then I asked him if he was game to continue our evening upstairs to which he just chuckled and replied that I was twisting his arm but that I had convinced him, so we strolled to my building. When we got to my door, he put his hand on my back as I unlocked the door and then moved it down to my ass when we walked in.
I was feeling extremely horny from the NEED and I guess the alcohol had lowered my inhibitions to the point where nothing mattered anymore except submitting to him in every way that I could. We began walking towards the bedroom and we got there, we began pulling each other's clothes off without a word until we were both naked in front of each other.
I smelled his manly odor which normally turned me off but I was too far gone by this point. He then gently grabbed my penis and began stroking it and his warm damp man hand felt huge and different from the small delicate hands of a woman. It took me by surprise, but I just held my breath and let it happen, because what was about to happen would make his fondling seem like a game of patty-cake in comparison.
Just as I was beginning to grow an erection, he pulled me close to him and moved both hands to my asscheeks. He pulled my hips close to his so that my erection pressed against his belly and I could feel his own erection poking against my balls.
This kinda made me feel somewhat uncomfortable because we were now in such close SENSUAL proximity, which threatened the boundaries that I had made for myself. However, when he began working his fingers into my asscrack and massaging my asshole, rubbing it with the pad of his finger, I found myself undulating slightly to show my desire and even panting a bit.
I had to put my arms around his shoulders, basically hugging him, which made me feel so unmanly and my alarms were going wild in my head. Suddenly I was the girl being groped and fondled while pressed close to my man, but I also knew that it was just preparation for what I really wanted; his cock up my ass.
I guess he felt my hardon poking his gut because he wasted no time in grabbing my shoulders and turning me around to lean against my bed. He kept pushing my chest forward until it was flat against the mattress and my knees were bent together because even though my mattress was high up on risers, I still wasn't flexible enough to bend entirely forward at the waist without bending my knees also.
He got behind me and squatted down, and I felt his warm hands part my cheeks. Then I felt his warm breath against my asshole for a second before the cool pleasant tickling of his wet tongue poking around and against it. I exhaled deeply and swayed my hips to show him my pleasure but I briefly worried that I might not be entirely clean back there, but his tongue burrowing into the wrinkles of my anal orifice convinced me that either I was clean or more likely that he didn't care.
It felt so fluttery soft and little jolts of pure pleasure kept emanating from my asshole as he licked and poked it with his pulpy tongue. I could hear the moist sounds and the breathing from his nose as he licked my ass, and when he pulled back it felt soaking wet and cool from the air even though it was warm in the room.
He breathlessly asked me if I had any lube so I just pointed to the top drawer of the dresser. He stood and opened it and after a second of rummaging quietly exclaimed "Astroglide! Old reliable..not bad!"
He asked if I had a condom but I was blinded by lustful desire and figured that because he was such a responsible person, I wouldn't have any reason to worry about catching anything from him. I said "I trust you, Professor Geladas...now hurry up and fuck me!" He hesitated but then said "hmm it's true, I haven't been sexually active in quite some time...and I always used protection...and there is a pretty slim chance of catching anything from you...sooo...ok!!...and since you're DEMANDING me now..."
He popped open the lube and stood behind me while I was still in the same position. Then with one thumb and forefinger he spread my cheeks a bit to expose my spit-shined anus, and poured a few drops of lube onto it which felt cool as it spread into the puckered tissues and gathered in the pit of the hole.
I involuntarily clenched for a second which made some of it run down over my balls. Then I felt the pad of his finger press against my lubricated entrance and I stiffened slightly as I felt it sink in to the first knuckle.
I had my hands up in front of my head and I reflexively gripped the sheets as I adjusted to his hard finger slowly worming it's way up my asshole, until I felt his hand pressing against me and I felt the tip of his finger wriggling inside my rectum.
He began to pull it in and out while twisting it to loosen me up and it burned because his finger wasn't as soft and smooth as his tongue or penis, so I grimaced and fidgeted slightly from the discomfort.
He noticed and asked in a quiet voice "are you ok? Is this too much too quickly for you?" So I grunted "no keep going..it's loosening up and relaxing.." Sure enough, his finger began sliding in and out more easily, and then when he put in a second finger, I gasped and yipped because he started massaging the walls of my anal canal which worked them open.
Right before he pulled his fingers out, he pushed down one last time which had the dual effect of dilating my anus as well as stimulating my prostate. I gasped, raised my head, looked back and said breathlessly "I think I'm ready now, Professor" to which he nodded and said "yes I concur."
He ran his lubed fingers up and down my asscrack one more time for good measure and I swayed my hips from side to side in anticipation and to entice him which elicited a sigh and a soft chuckle from him. I heard the moist sounds of his hand slathering his erection with lube and I raised up on my elbows so I could watch him.
When he was ready, he nodded at me to turn back around and the fact that he was about to mount me to fuck me in the ass got my stomach all fluttery with lustful submissive arousal. I coyly glanced at him from over my shoulder and slapped my asscheek before spreading them and beckoning him by waving my hips and arching my back, presenting him with my asshole as the target for him aim for.
