[FM] Fucked my professor (hey, I’m posting again!)

*Hey y’all! I really liked reading everybody’s responses to my first post and I hope you all enjoyed my pics that were up for approx. an hour! :) I figured I’d give you another story. This is really therapeutic for me because I haven’t disclosed any details to anybody before. This helps get my thoughts out in writing. Enjoy!*

After our first encounter, I was ready to hop back into bed with Z. Z ended up texting me the next day after our first encounter with a sweet,

“I’ve woken up imagining the feeling of your lips around my cock every damn morning since we’ve starting talking.”

With the way his teaching schedule worked and the way my classes were timed, we both had a long lunch break at the same time. My apartment was on campus, so I texted him back,

“Roommate has class until 2. Come over at 12:30?”

He responded in approximately three seconds with a “K” and I headed back to my apartment as soon as my class got out at noon. I always take care of my body, don’t get me wrong, but when you’re in a long term relationship, you aren’t going to shave your entire self bare on the daily. For Z, it was different. I felt like I was a treat for him, I felt like I was his “escape” from his boring girlfriend (I recognize this is silly and a rude judgement to make, but it’s how I felt). My pussy was still clean shaven from the day before (as I took care of that before he came over and fingered me until I came) but I hurried back to my apartment to hop in the shower before Z showed up so that I could exfoliate. I have a really yummy smelling lemon meringue body wash that I paired with strawberry shampoo and conditioner and scrubbed myself clean, quickly making sure that my body was hairless and perfectly sweet smelling for Z. I got out of the shower and rubbed my strawberry-cream lotion over my legs before contemplating my outfit. I’m personally not one for bras… my breasts are small and perky enough that I’m used to going out in public without anything (in a sexy text convo, Z told me that this drove him craaaazy while I was in his class). I figured, though, that I’d switch things up, make myself look special. I slipped on a pair of sheer, blush pink lace panties and an unpadded matching lace bralette, in which you could see my nipples through the thin lace design.

I dried my hair and began to curl my eyelashes and swipe on some mascara when I heard a knock on my apartment door. I quickly slipped on a big sweatshirt and passed on pants, since I figured they’d be off soon anyhow and my roommate was gone for the next couple of hours. He knocked again, and I skirted out of my room to the sliding glass door. I pulled the blinds aside and let Z in.

Z had just finished teaching and looked insanely handsome- his hair was pushed back, his white button up shirt was rolled up, exposing his tattooed forearms, and he was wearing a blue-green tie that complimented his eyes perfectly. He looked me up and down and laughed a little bit, noticing that I was pantsless. I grabbed his hand and led him to my room.

I wasn’t particularly in the mood for talking that day. He sat down on my desk chair and began to unlace his shoes, talking about his day, talking about how stressed he was and how he needed to get XYZ done before certain deadlines but also had to grade… as soon as his shoes were off his feet, I got to my knees and began to unzip him. I could tell through his fitted dress pants that he was already mostly hard, but once I wiggled them down over his feet, he was fully erect. I looked up and made eye contact with him and he looked down at me… it was a little sad because I could tell he was embarrassed or anxious, or a combination of the two- he didn’t have the biggest cock in the world, that’s for sure, but I was so turned on by him as a person, with all of his other remarkably sexy qualities, that I didn’t care. Truthfully, I didn’t care so much that I had a big cock in my mouth that I had HIS cock in my mouth. I kissed up and down his thighs while my hands strayed, feeling his stomach, his knees, his calves, but never touching the outline of his package. He began to bob his knees slightly, and I peered up at him- his hands were clenched tightly to the arms of the chair and he was peering down at me, his eyes almost glossy. I finally dragged my soft, plump lips across his cock through his heather grey boxers and a tiny spot of pre-cum seeped through. He bit his lip, swore quietly under his breath, and whimpered,

“Please, girl?”

His southern accent slipped through more than it usually did in conversation, and if my panties weren’t already soaked, they certainly were at that uttering. His cock sprung out from his boxers as I pulled them down and off over his feet. I teased him a little more, my big green eyes peering up at his clenched jaw and closed eyes as I drug my lips across his inner thighs. My lips finally moved upwards and I planted a light kiss on his dark pink, throbbing head. Z let out a tiny gasp. Precum stuck to my lips as I pulled away for a moment before returning to his twitching cock. I drug my tounge down the bottom of his shaft, down to his balls, and gently took them into my mouth, swirling my tongue around and pulling very lightly with my lips. I then moved back to his shaft and loosely placed my lips around the head of his cock, exploring it’s shape with my tongue before I took him into my mouth entirely.

By this point, Z’s head fell backwards as a long, drawn out “Fuuuuuuck” escaped his lips. One hand continued to clutch the arm of my desk chair while the other moved to the back of my head, taking a fistful of my loose brown curls into his hand and gently controlling my speed. I was deepthroating him for maybe thirty seconds before I felt his body tense. He barely gasped out the words “I’m coming” before I felt his hot cum hit the back of my throat. I continued to move my lips up and down his shaft until he was completely finished. As I pulled his cock from my mouth, I swallowed and finished licking off what was left. Z’s body had relaxed by this point, but his hand on the back of my head was shaking slightly. I looked up at him and smiled and he cupped my face in his hands.

“You. Are. An. Angel,” he muttered with a silly grin on his face. He stood up and patted my head before taking my hand and pulling me up. His lips locked with mine and he pushed me back onto my bed, just like he had done before. His hands pushed my light pink oversized sweater over my head, breaking our kiss for only a second while he looked over my body.

“This is nice, you wearin’ this just for me?”

I nodded before I pressed my lips to his once more, slipping my tongue into his mouth. He moved his lips to my neck and began nibbling my skin.

“You smell like cake.”

I smiled as he moved down to my chest, his scruffy facial hair tickling my collarbones. His hands began to lightly grope my perky breasts over my bralette, teasing my nipples with his tongue. I bit the fluffy pink sheets around me as his lips moved much further down and pulled my panties off from around my ankles, exposing my soft, bare pussy. His tongue began to lap up the wetness that had been accumulating and he began to suck my already swollen, dark pink clit. My back arched as he slipped two fingers in me as he changed the pressure and began flicking me with his tongue. I felt like I was coming close, and he could tell.

Z moved his face away from my pussy, drops of my wetness caught in his beard, and pushed me onto my belly. I found his face between my legs once more, tongue fucking my entrance while rubbing my clit with his fingers. I buried my face in my pillow and bit down hard, trying not to be too horribly loud, but caught myself gasping for air and moaning his name as he continued to tease me (sorry, neighbors). Without much warning, I suddenly felt the tip of his cock against me. He pushed into me slowly putting in only the head, then pulled back out. I turned my head and cussed at him with a smile. Z entered me once more and pushed himself completely inside me and pressed my torso flat against the bed, my hair sprawling over the pillow and my face to the side, my knees slightly bent and my ass in the air. One hand was digging into my soft ass and the other grabbed a fistful of my hair as he moved in and out of me. I hadn’t been fucked in… a very, very long time, and I could feel myself getting close. With his rock hard cock inside of me, I moaned his name and my pussy clenched tightly around him as my legs squirmed. To my complete surprise, as I came, Z muttered a “fuck” under his breath and pulled out of me, spraying more of his cum all over my ass.

As we both recovered, Z wiped me down with one of my dirty bath towels and he climbed into bed. He had to teach in half an hour and my roommate would be back soon. I laid in the crook of his arm and felt up his arms and he squeezed my ass while we talked about nothing in particular. He let me know that he hadn’t had a blowjob in at least ten years… that his girlfriend didn’t like them and that she would half-heartedly give them for their first few years together, but had since just stopped all together, and he hadn’t fucked in months. I hadn’t had sex in a couple of months either… which explained, in part, the stellar sex we just had. He cleaned up his beard so that he didn’t smell too much like me and he left, smacking my ass on the way out.

We hooked up probably five or six more times over the period of two months before I tried to cut things off. He started getting very jealous (didn’t like me going to frat parties, didn’t like when I couldn’t do the usual Tues/Thurs hookup because of classes/hw/boyfriend) and eventually ended up telling me he loved me after fucking one afternoon. I told him that I really had no intentions of being anything other than fuck buddies and that we should stop seeing eachother. That worked over Christmas break, while I was out of state, and for a couple of weeks into January. I started seeing him again last week. The sex was fucking great.

I won’t post a bunch of sex stories about this, just because they all fit into one of three scenarios: we fuck, we give oral, or both. Always at my apartment (despite my pleading to let him fuck me in his office… gah! That just completes the fantasy, right?)

Anyhow… if y’all want to know more details, I’ll answer in the comments! :)

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