Wearing thigh high stockings just seemed right for these extraordinary and prestigious gentlemen, and I knew that they would absolutely appreciate the look if they watched me rolling them up my long legs. While I got dressed for their party's, the thought of them each watching me as I put on my lace bra, then rolled up my stockings to the tops of my thighs, then stepping into my pumps as they sat back in their reading chair, sipping some liquor with an expensive silk robe on, made me real hot, sinfully hot.
These were men of taste, so stockings and sexy lace lingerie were absolutely fitting. There was something about going to a party with a guest list of very prestigious people, wearing thigh high stockings or stockings attached to garter straps made me feel very wicked and very, very naughty.
At the party for my Greek professor I wore a white mini dress that had a plunging back and deep V-open front. I wore a white thong and nude thigh high stockings with white high heel pumps. The front and back of the dress was open, the deep V, covering the sides of my breasts, just past my big nipples, while the middle of my large breasts were exposed. I almost went braless, but decided on wearing a strapless, nude color sticky bra, just for a little support.
At the party hosted by my Black professor I wore a black pencil skirt that came up high on my waist, a few inches below my tits and was very short, almost mini in length, which showed off my legs to perfection. I wore a white blouse that clung to my white skin and a lace bra that was so sheer, you could see the outline of my breasts and my big nipples right through it. The material of my blouse was also so sheer you could see my skin and it did nothing to hide my bra, in fact it accented it, showing all of the lace trim along the top of the cups, making me look real hot. I wore a white thong that looked sinful on my ass when I looked in my mirror, seeing the thin string rise out between my heart-shaped ass cheeks, making my look more nude, and especially sinful with my high heel pumps on.
I knew I wanted to look especially sexy for my black professor because of how charismatic and charming he was, always complimenting me on preparedness in class, telling me I was very mature for my age, then complimenting me on my attire, saying I looked very attractive even saying I was he sexiest girl on campus.  I was so attracted to him, not only because he was so distinguished looking, but also because of him being so prominent in his field, always being interviewed on popular news casts that hired him as a consultant in anything relating to Africa and always photographed while in the company of the most distinguished world leaders, and even celebrities in the black community.
I had also heard the numerous campus rumors about him being staggering in size, and that loved fucking white teens. I even heard a rumor that he even fucked the 40 year old wife of the President of the University and their twin 18 year old daughters one night, so I decided to wear a white garter belt with long garter straps and a pair of white thigh high stockings with white open toed high heel pumps, because I really wanted to look especially sexy for him. The sinful taboo of him being pitch-black and 60 years older than me made me subconsciously wear white stockings, garter, bra and heels.
I have never been with a black guy my age or older, so I especially wanted to look sexy for my black professor, and as I dressed I could not get the thought of him having a staggering huge cock and fucking every teenage girl on campus, including the Presidents wife and her twin daughters out of my mind. After I put my stockings, bra, thong and high heels on I went to the mirror and was so hot seeing my flawless body that I bent forward and finger fucked my pussy from behind cumming in a hot flood, as the image of my professors huge black fucking all those young white teens drove me over the edge.
There was something very sexy about these three older men who were highly intellectual and worldly, that made me want to dress sexy for them. Although I never came to the parties with the intent to fuck my professors, even my black professor who I jerked-off too thinking about him having a huge 12 inch, I was always the last one to leave, and it was always a few days later, the wildest experience being a week  later, which I left exhausted and totally fucked. I was always invited an hour before any of the guest arrived, and was given a personal tour of their homes. Their homes were very stylish and all had the aura of vast-scopes of academia in them. They each had a study with shelves and shelves of books from all over the world and spammed every topic, ranging form religion to philosophy to books on various quantum theories.
Sharing a glass of wine with each of my brilliant professors while getting a personal tour always made me feel sophisticated and had me totally turned on to them. During the tour of their lavish homes I would find myself in a light, sexy kiss for a few minutes, with our tongues instantly flicking across each others, and our lips touching in soft popping sounds, as I listened to each of them tell me how sexy I was and that they wanted to fuck me that night after the party. I was so thrilled and turned on that I continued to kiss each one and groan in a way that let them each know I would definitely be staying after all the guests left.
It was so naughty to be at the party mingling with all of these scholarly and worldly guests while making naughty eye contact with my professor. The way we looked at each other let us know that we couldn't wait to fuck each other that night. At the end of the night I would always find myself sharing a drink with them after everyone left, recapping the evening and the guest author who spoke that night. It was so sexy being alone with each of my professors, talking about the nights speaker, knowing all the while we were going to fuck, but not rushing into it.
We would recap the night, exchanging opinions while walking through the house and sharing a light, sexy kiss every few feet in a naughty way, as our lips made popping sounds that filled the air with the naughtiness, knowing we were going to fuck. After a while I was locked in a deep kiss with each of them. As we kissed they each told me how sexy I was that they thought about fucking me many times during their classes, as I admitted to being really attracted to them and thought of what it would be like to fuck them too. This was when the 50 plus age gap was really sexy. It felt so naughty to be kissing a man more than my grandfathers age. It was such a hot feeling, and they had so much experience fucking teens my age made it even hotter for me. As we kissed their confidence at fucking was very obvious. They were as skilled at fucking teenage girls as they were in their respective subjects.
The startling thing that I was about to learn about all of these older men was that the rumors circulating the campus about each of them being well endowed, having a huge cock was not an exaggeration at all, especially my black professor. Not only were all the rumors true about each of them being incredibly hung, but also the stories about them being able to fuck in the most imaginative ways, for hours at a time, without ever loosing their massive hard on's, were absolutely true.
All the boys my age at college and my boyfriend were very unimaginative sexually, and except for my boyfriend who had a 10 inch dick, but was thin, all the boys had average dicks,6 to 7 inches, and were done fucking within a few minutes, but these incredibly huge, older men could fuck for days without losing interest, and had huge cocks. My fuck with Mr. Travers was always imaginative. He knew how to fuck and knew what he wanted in a fuck. Boys my age are awkward and only fuck in one or two positions, cumming in a few minutes, than out the door to a frat party or sports event at school. Because these distinguished professors always had a young, impressionable teen in their bed, sometimes two and three at a time; especially my black professor who I knew had my three roommates in his bed one weekend, they were all highly-skilled lovers, each knowing how to turn on a young co-ed and make her cum a million different ways.
At the party hosted by my 68 year old German professor, he had me so hot during the party where we stole a few brief kisses, and then after the party, as he kissed me and ran his hands across my body telling me how sexy I was and that he couldn't wait to fuck me. The way he skillfully unzipped my dress, then removed my bra and thong, as he kissed all over my body softly, moaning how sexy I was, then leaving me in my high heels and stockings had me climbing the walls. I went wild when he knelt down behind me and started kissing all over my ass for almost an hour before he pulled my tong down over my stockings as he kissed my nylon covered legs then lifted each of my pumps pulling my thong over my pumps.