To appreciate this story you have to understand I have a bucket full of daddy issues. I CRAVE attention and approval and will do anything to get it. That has seeped into every aspect of my life. I want to be the best little cock sucker a guy has ever had just as much as I want to be the best student a professor has had and the best employee my boss has ever had. I don’t need friends or hobbies, I just need gold stars and pats on the head, and a “good girl” tossed my way.
This takes place during in my final semester of college. There was a notoriously tough professor who everyone claimed never gave A’s and took pride in breaking students down. He was in his late 40s, salt and pepper hair, fairly fit, and tall. Very aloof and very stern… and very handsome. A perfect cocktail to trigger my need for approval. The semester was brutal. I worked hard and basically cut everything out of my life. No casual sex, no social life, just work and school. To my delight, we developed something of a mentor relationship. He would give me advice and tidbits of that sweet-sweet praise I craved, then dump more work on me. At the end of the semester I earned my A, just barely. He did an exit interview with students after the grades were posted. I went in with butterflies in my tummy, expecting, hoping to get my final payoff. He didn’t disappoint. He lavished me with praise, telling me I had a bright future and I was the best student he’d ever had. All my hard work and sacrifice paid off as I felt my heart soaring, aloft on validation and approval from an older man. I’m in this post-mental orgasm state when I asked if he’d be interested in continuing our mentor relationship. I’m not sure why I did it, I just didn’t wanna lose the trickle of praise he supplied. Surprisingly, he he’d love to and we set up a dinner for the end of the week.
It was a few days after the end of the semester. The campus was a ghost town. We went to a place that was walking distance from my little campus condo. I wore a modest navy blue dress, he wore slacks and button up shirt. When we sat, I commented that I hoped his wife was ok with him meeting a female student. His response was that he bent the truth a little which turned me on like crazy. Not only was I his best student I was a secret!? My heart fluttered as I tried to keep my cool. We had a pleasant dinner, we talked about life and the world and the banking industry. He gave me lots of advice and compliments. Every compliment turned me on more and more. When he’d make a joke I’d be sure to touch his arm. We’d had a few drinks with dinner and one more while we talked. He complained a bit about his wife before sweeping it under the rug. When we were ready to leave he offered to walk me home. He put his hand on the small of my back which just had me dripping through my panties.
We got to my place and I invited him in for some coffee. He made a comment like “if I didn’t know any better I’d think you were trying to seduce me”. I responded “I think we both know that’s exactly what I’m doing”. That’s all he needed, he turned into an animal. Pushed me into my condo, strong hands gripped my ass as we kissed frantically. Backing up towards my bed we fumbled with each other’s clothes. He eventually just lifted my dress over my head. I had his belt unbuckled and pants open. I was untucking his shirt when he spun me around and bent me over. He yanked my panties down and swatted my little ass with a big meaty hand. Then I felt his strong grip on both cheeks as he spread me. His tongue circled around my entrance. He had me moaning into the mattress, while I unsnapped my bra.
He stood and I immediately spun around and got on my knees. I fished out his cock which was already hard. It wasn’t the longest, a solid 6 inches, but it was thick and his veins were very apparent. I started sucking him the best I could. My mouth stretched around him, my tongue wrestled with the monster in my mouth. His nuts swung at the pace I was bobbing on his cock, hitting my chin like door knockers. He had to take control of me because I was so aggressive he was gonna cum. Eventually he had to physically lift me me away. Which was another turn on, being picked up under the arms. He sat me on the edge of the bed and kissed me. He held my face in his hands and told me I was beautiful. My heart raced and I was putty in his hands. I laid back and told him to fuck me. I hadn’t been having sex so I had no condom and wasn’t on the pill. He put it in raw and I was so massively turned on that I actually came within a few thrusts. We both chuckled and I think it relaxed him that he could just have me without needing to hold back. He fucked me hard and fast for a few minutes. Mauling my tits with his big strong hands and kissing me. He told me he was gonna cum. I sat up and pulled him out. We made out long enough for him to cool off then I climbed into his lap. He held me close as i lined him up and lowered my hips. When he bottomed out I rolled my hips slowly. We kissed and fucked slowly.
Eventually he lifted me off and set me down on my knees. I stroked his cock while sucking the head. He instinctively took my head in his hands and forced me down, he wanted to cum in my mouth. That’s when I surprised him and took him even deeper, into my throat. He groaned and it felt like his knees gave out. I could feel the hot cum in mt throat. “Oh fuck, baby girl!” That’s all I needed to hear. I was on cloud 9.
We laid in bed making out for a while before he had to get back to his wife. We agreed to maintain something of a professional relationship, but it never worked, we had too much lust. We made love on and off for the next 6 years. The day his divorce was finalized, I was there for him. He fucked me like a new man and we spent the night talking about his plans. He gave me away at my wedding. I fucked him the night of his sons graduation. I attended his second marriage. Our relationship was strong and caring and mutually respectful. He enriched my life in so many ways, not the least of which was kicking off my career. We still keep in touch, he sends me links to interesting articles, I still pick his brain when I’ve got a dilemma at work. We love each other in a way that most don’t understand and that’s ok. I’m always gonna be the student he’s ever had, and he’ll always be an endless source of praise for me.
Source: reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/z9pdcg/a_lasting_mentorship_f22m45_casual_sex_friends
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