Professor Gets Taught Ch 02

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Chapter 2

I raised my hand at 7:00 pm sharp to knock on the door and took inventory of myself. I had slipped my panties off in the car as instructed. The dress was the same, although I had taken it off at home to shower before placing it back on. I had walked around all day certain that anyone I walked past could smell the sex coming off me. Also, I wanted to be squeaky clean for whatever was to come tonight. I freshened my makeup, blew out my curly blond shoulder length hair, and added some of my favorite perfume for good measure. I glanced down at myself and approved. My 45 year-old body was in good shape from taking care of myself. My dress hugged my ribcage with enough cleavage showing to entice any man. My dress flared out slightly over my hips and I suspected the profile of my ass was visible without panties. I knew from the catcalls of distant men and the eyes the lingered over me from time to time that I had the allure to draw a man. This morning the young man, Mark, that I was here to see now proved that I had the allure to draw a young man.

The apartment was several miles from my home. Mark's note did not include his address and I had to go to the registrar and make up some bullshit story of why I needed a student's address. How arrogant to tell me what to do and then not even tell me how? A friend in the registrar's office handed me a slip of paper with the address and a knowing smile (or am I imagining that?) that said she knew my secret.

All day I vacillated between emotional highs and lows. High: he made me cum so easily and it was wonderful. Low: What if someone saw and reported it? Was I about to be investigated? I like my job and didn't want to find another one. He was 21 so I didn't break the law, but the moral turpitude clause in my contract trumped tenure. High: He made me cum so easily.

I knocked 3 times and waiting. I expected him to answer right away knowing that a woman was coming that he had already made cum once that day. 5 seconds turned to 10 which turned to 20. Was he making me wait? As the seconds increased, my sense of outrage increased. You direct me to come to your apartment to fuck and then make me wait? That takes balls!

As I was preparing to turn and leave the door opened. His wry smile gleamed out at me from the doorway. It sat on a square-jawed face with dark hair and blue eyes over a tall, solid-framed body wrapped in a tailored grey suit with an open collar white shirt and polished oxfords. He looked like he stepped out of the pages of GQ. I glanced over his shoulder and noted a set table with a candle burning. The smell of something good wafted out of the kitchen and I was impressed that he had taken this seriously. The cocky bastard KNEW I would show up. I don't know why this irritated me...after all....I did show up. Did I carry myself like I wanted cock and would put out to whomever demanded it? Well if today was any example....

"Right on time," he said confidently (arrogantly?). "I like that."

He stepped back and opened the door wider and without a word of invitation, I stepped over the threshold.

The door closed behind me and I turned to face him. He had closed the steps to be within inches of me. I stepped backwards once...twice...and he stepped forward to match. He wasn't forcing me back, merely keeping me close. I felt the wall against my back and looked forward at his broad chest with a hint of hair peeking out of his shirt. He reached out with a hand and slid it down my cheek to my chin lifting it gently and leaning forward to kiss me. The right amount of cologne filled my nose. His lips touched mine lightly and I melted. At first I sagged against the wall feeling his lips warming me down to my toes. Next I opened my mouth fully and pushed my tongue through his lips finding his and wrapping around it. Eyes closed, my arms enfolded him around his shoulders and my hand found its way up through his dark hair. My right leg lifted on its own to encircle his leg so I could press my pussy against his thigh. My body was on fire and operating on its own. I wanted him now, so of course, he took command again. He pulled back gently but firmly not acknowledging the kiss or my instantaneous passion.

"Would you like a drink?"

A drink? A drink? No moron, I don't want a drink! I want you to pull my dress off so I can get on my knees and swallow your cock then have you bend me over the couch and fuck me until my legs give out.

"A drink would be nice. Thank you," I said gathering myself and trying to control my breath and my pounding heart.

"Hope you like Italian," he breezed striding into the kitchen. The sound of glasses clinking together and shuffling as he poured whatever he had on hand. I didn't need any alcohol to loosen me up. I was ready to have my pussy stuffed right now. He knew I was a sure thing so why keep this up? Maybe he was raised to be a gentleman and not to just take a woman like a medieval viking after a long day of pillaging. Whatever the reasons, I was in his spell. Without directly saying it, he knew I would do anything to him and let him do anything to me.

Dinner was good. Chicken marsala over pasta finished with a light mousse. I don't know if he cooked it himself or not, but it was tasty. We sipped our wine and talked aimlessly about school (he was starting his graduate degree in English) and work and life and anything else that came up. With the conversation still engaging he pivoted to this morning. He confidently (again that confidence) reminded me that he fingered my pussy until came on his hand. I blushed a little but did not demure recalling the stifled moans and shaky legs as my orgasm pulsed through me. He told me tonight would be one to remember. I had heard that before, but that cocky surety never left him.

He stood, dropped his napkin in the chair, and extended his hand to me. I reached up and he helped me to my feet and in one motion stepped into me and closed his lips over mine. Again, I melted and opened myself fully to whatever he demanded. His lips never left mine but one hand found my ass and he squeezing it he pulled me in tight to him. His other hand found the zipper on my dress and lowered it. He shifted, never stopping the kiss, to allow the dress to fall to the floor. I removed my bra and let it fall. I was now naked except for my low heels which he indicated I should leave on.

He walked me backwards, hands moving over me, tongue moving over mine, to the bedroom steps away. The backs of my knees found a bed and I sat down. Finally, he broke the kiss and stood up straight. He towered over me as he took off his jacket with that wry smile returning. He looked at me and nodded downward as if to say..."well. Get going." I reached out and lowered his zipper. I reached in and found a hardening cock that I desperately freed. It was growing fast and my hand was not quite large enough to fully grasp it. After seconds, I was holding a fat 7" dick that was so warm and hard that it felt like I was holding a hot bar of steel.

I think we were past words and I closed my mouth over his fat cock head and exhaled like I had found my calling. His head tipped back and his hands found my head and rested them gently while I tried to get as much of his dick down my throat as possible. "Oh man I knew you were a good cocksucker," He praised as I worked his dick. "I needed this. I'm going to make you my full time cocksucking slut." For some reason, this made me happy.

I pumped his dick in and out of my mouth letting my saliva run down his thick shaft and over his balls. He let me go for a while never forcing before pulling his dick out and raising it against himself indicating that I should spend some time sucking his balls. I complied immediately and he ran his shaft over my face, ruining my makeup, while I lapped and sucked away. Time passed and the only sound was my slurping and sucking and his approving words and moans. His breathing increased and I realized he was about to cum. I was thrilled by this and disappointed as I wanted to get fucked. I had briefly forgotten that a young man recovers fast. I hadn't quite remembered that when his hips started to buck. He stroked himself while my mouth stayed latched to his balls. "Open your mouth now!" He placed one hand on my forehead and tipped my head back slightly. On command, I opened my mouth and stuck out my tongue. "No. Tongue in slut," he breathed hard. I did it.

A stroke, a groan, a grunt and the first rope of cum shot into my mouth. The second followed quickly and me moved his dick forward. I closed my lips over the head and felt it pulse as he continued shooting ropes into my mouth. After several seconds of deep breathing he pulled back and milked the last of his load out of his dick. He rubbed the last drops onto my lips and I stayed in place to allow it. When he stepped back, my tongue licked around my lips and I swallowed the whole load of cum.

He expected this and a slut should do what her man expects. His breathing recovered and his cock lowered just slightly. He was still hard enough to fuck right after cumming! "That was a great blowjob," he said. "Give me a minute and then I'm going to fuck you into this bed."

I stood, stepped back, and stretched myself out on the bed. I closed my eyes and was reaching for my pussy when I felt his weight on the bed. He spread my legs as I opened my eyes. My eyes held his as his head lowered to my wet cunt. He began lapping at me and my eyes closed again. He alternated between long licks to nibbling my clit to tongue fucking my pussy hole. He was learning what I wanted....and I wanted it all. I gripped his head with both hands and pulled him in. His strong arms pushed my knees down as he attacked my pussy with gusto. A finger entered me while he sucked my clit. That was the formula. I arched my back and moaned holding him in place. He fucked me with his finger...my clit trapped in his mouth. I was closing in on an earthquake of an orgasm. His ring finger found my asshole and rubbed it seeking entrance and that's when I came. I bucked, rolled, called out, and shivered like a whore. It was spectacular.

As I was coming down from the mountaintop, he slipped off my heels before climbing over me, finding my pussy with his cock head and pushing into me. My waning orgasm sparked up again. His heavy dick stretched me as he sought the back of my pussy. My hands reached up to him to hold him but he and he grasped them in his own. He pushed them back and high over my head and pressed them against the bed. His hips stroked in and out of my pussy and it was my fantasy happening in real life. I started to cum again while he fucked away. My moans were drowned out sharply when his mouth found mine. Tongues worked as fast as pistoning hips...his down and mine up to meet him. I thought he was about to cum when he pulled out of me.

Again attacking my pussy with his mouth, I luxuriated in his tongue and lips. His hands gripped my thighs and rolled them back towards my chest. Without pretense, he started licking my asshole, the sensation new but amazing. He licked my ass, tongued the hole, and squeezed my ass cheeks before inserting a finger inside. He finger fucked my tight hole while moving his mouth back to my pussy. This was heaven. I knew what was coming and welcomed it. After a time, he raised himself up and aimed his enormous (It was big, but it would be enormous going into my asshole) at my back door. He pushed against me slowly, careful not to hurt me even in his fiery state. When my hole gave way, he went in an inch and held still. It was well worth it as I relaxed and got used to his invasion. He leaned forward to kiss me again and I welcomed it. The kiss, an inch, more kissing, another inch, and so on until most of his cock was buried inside me. He retreated before pushing forward again. Some lube appeared and he applied it to his cock. The next stroke in was measurably better.

The ass fucking commenced in earnest after that. I rubbed my clit while he found a pace that felt good for both of us. He rolled me to my knees with my face against the bed and my ass raised in the air. "That's the prettiest thing I've seen all day," He said stuffing his dick back into my ass. Hands on my hips, he fucked my ass while I strummed my clit like a guitar string as he neared his own orgasm. My body proved too much for him and he stammered "Ass so tight....gonna cum....Fuck!" He fired his second load into my asshole grunting and moaning. It lasted longer than his first and his hips didn't stop pumping me until he collapsed forward over my arched back breathing heavily and kissing along my shoulders and neck. It was the most romantic ass fuck I could imagine.

We fell to the side with his dick still stuffed in, breath returning and pulse slowing to normal. I had cum again right before he exploded in me and his orgasm prolonged my own.

After a minute, his cock softened and slipped out of me. I let his cum run out of me and relished in being taken so gently yet so dominantly. We laid together like a pair of spoons in the afterglow and fell asleep.