[MF] 43/26 My Kiwi Teacher Slut

This is a story of the most improbable, incredible relationship and encounter I’ve had with someone in my 43 years on this earth. It was the kind that leaves you wishing that life had worked out differently than it did.

Me: 43 year old dad, married for 20+ years, kids, living in the USA. Dark hair, 5’11” average looking, overweight dad guy. Stuck in a marriage where most of our best years are behind us, with very little passion left… but in love with my children. Outwardly, we live a “happy” life.

Her: 26 years old, married about 1 year, curvy, 5’4”, dark hair dyed blond, luscious D+ cup breasts, and an “innocent” 1st grade teacher in a small town in New Zealand.

It all started about 3 years before we actually met. We connected over the anonymous app “Whisper” where I would post notes hoping for younger women to chat with. I don’t remember which one she responded to, but it was probably something cheesy like “41/daddy looking for girl who loves to be spanked”. We started chatting on Whisper but quickly moved the conversation over to SnapChat where it got down and dirty very fast.

I would sneak away into the basement of my house to chat with her and exchange photos with her while my wife slept upstairs. She was an amazingly dirty girl! She would send me videos of her masturbating her cleanly shaved pussy, videos of her in the shower playing with her nipples, changing room photos, videos of her ass, it was incredible.

I tried at times to keep up, but really guys, how many different ways are there to film a hard cock? One thing I was always amazed by was how WET this girl got, compared to my wife’s dried up cavern. Every time she played with herself, she could spread her juices between her fingers and stretch it out between two of them. Then she would often suck her own juices off her fingers. So sexy.

We would at times too talk dirty to each other… she had the sexiest Kiwi accent… she would tell me how she wanted to suck my cock and I would tell her how I wanted to fuck her from behind and slap her ass. I would call her “my teacher slut.”

We also became friends during this time, sharing details of our lives… her classroom, my family life, her engagement, my wife’s last pregnancy, etc. I mentioned of course that I had been to New Zealand once many years ago and hoped to get there again sometime. Sometimes our conversations were hot and heavy, sometimes we took a break for a while, but she was always there.

About a year after we started talking, I took a new job at my company. And a few months in, I realized that there was an opportunity, potentially, to visit Australia and New Zealand. I wasn’t sure if I could make it happen, but I kept this goal in mind and she and I fantasized about it occasionally.

Then, she got married. She had been engaged for a while. She sent me her wedding photo and was a beautiful bride. But she also would talk about how while he was a good man, he was not interested in sex in the same way that she was.

Fast forward, and I realize there is a real opportunity for me to go to Australia with work for a conference. I was going to make this happen! I was very excited and started confirming dates with her and finally was able to book the trip. Of course, I’d have to do a stop over in New Zealand on the way there and back! I had a great place to stay in Auckland and we had a weekend of debauchery planned.

Until… her phone was discovered, and she was not going to be able to meet me. We were both devastated, but we had to find another way. We finally decided I would travel to the small town where she lived in NZ… actually, on Valentine’s Day weekend.

I was in New Zealand for two subsequent weekends. The first one, I stayed in Auckland and she and her husband (and friends) happened to come up to visit the city that weekend anyway. We were chatting back and forth and soon realized we were going to basically be in the same place at the same time. I was drinking at a beer bar and she was at another bar three blocks down with her husband and friends. I was nervous to head over there, but I did… and who is holding the door for me to the bar as I walk in but her? She’s with her husband and friends and just walking out. But she doesn’t look up. I see her up close.. within inches… my heart aches and for the first time and I know I have to have her. She’s curvy and young and happy and sexy and I watch her ass sway as she walks away down the sidewalk. She is exactly who I imagined – someone who could look proper in front of her classroom, but who I already knew was a slut inside.

Once I get in and sit down, I immediately message her to let her know I just SAW HER and she missed me totally. But a few hours later, we do manage to meet up in a casino there where she comes in to play slots with her friends and husband. I wait impatiently to see her come up the escalator (and she misses me again!). But once she settles in for slots, I sit right next to her (and her friends), and we begin quietly talking. I want to touch her so badly, but I can’t. We chat for a while, and move to a few different machines. We meet up in few corners of the casino. But we can’t truly be together. When I head back to my hotel, I make myself cum so hard imagining what I will do to her as soon as we can be alone.

So… fast forward to the next week. I arrive back in Auckland and in the morning drive up to her small town. I figured she might like a little gift, so I buy some “toys” to use with her later (in part 2). There was a big concert in town and almost every single hotel room was booked out, but I found a B&B that had one room just at the right time, and headed there. Then I waited.

She was able to make an excuse to leave her house for a couple hours before the evening concert, and headed over to my B&B. I was nervous but thrilled to see her. She came with some wine to calm her nerves and we shared it together on a couch in the other room of my suite. She was perfect. Big, beautiful blue eyes, perfectly done makeup, dyed-blonde hair, incredible soft breasts and an accent that made me instantly hard. But she was so shy. She would hardly look me in the eyes, and even when I would ask her to look at me, she would smile, look quickly, and then look away. I wanted her to be comfortable, but I knew I would have to take charge. As we would sit there, I would rub my hand up and down her thigh, getting closer and closer to her heat.

As we reached the bottom of the bottle, we went into the bedroom. We sat down on the edge of the bed, and I began kissing her softly at first, and then more aggressively. My hands reached further up her skirt and I was amazed at how much heat was coming from between her legs… she was damp halfway down to her knees, I could tell how turned on she was.

From there, things moved very fast. The lights went off and clothes came off. I was absolutely DYING to taste her. She laid on her back on the bed while I kissed her all over… her neck, her breasts, her stomach, her legs… I even got to taste her toes.

But I really wanted to taste her delicious, creamy pussy. The pussy that I had seen so many times over snapchat being played with. The pussy with the adorable “outie” vulva that just begged to be played with. The pussy with the viscosity of a thick mucous. The pussy she had perfectly and completely shaved, just for me.

As I moved my head up between her legs, her radiant heat engulfed me. I started by licking around her pussy, around her legs, on her pelvis, but I had to go for my prize. And it was delicious. She did not have a strong taste – it was a clean taste, a young taste, an innocent taste. I took each of her pussy lips into my mouth and sucked and nibbled on them. She squirmed, and moaned, and I could tell was enjoying herself. And then I got to suck on her “outie”, while with my hands I rubbed and pinched her nipples. She was breathing heavier, and I was in heaven. I kept going until she had her first orgasm. It made me feel like such a man to make this young, sexy teacher squirm and cum because of my tongue.

As I laid next to her, she decided it was her turn to be more assertive, her shy demeanor cast aside. She was hungry for cock! She pushed me onto my back and worked her way down my body, kissing me everywhere as she went. She started licking up and down my cock and sucked on my balls. Then she sucked on my shaft and I was in absolute heaven. I was as hard as a man can be. I grabbed for her wet pussy while sucked me but she slapped my hand away as she wanted this part to be all about me. She had been telling me for ages how she would suck my cock and finally it was coming true.

She was bringing me so close to the edge but I didn’t want to cum that way… I had to fuck her. And she wanted me to fuck her. We were also running out of time!

She got on all fours towards the foot of the bed and presented herself to me to claim. Her wide hips and thick ass and thighs were in front of me to ravage. My perfectly average sized cock was as hard and large as it had ever been… and I plunged it bare into her eager womanhood, the condoms I purchased beforehand were long forgotten. Her gooey cream was soaking my cock as I started to press in and out of her, and her tightness clinched around me. I spanked her ass HARD a few times so she knew who was boss. And I grabbed those hips and pulled her back onto my cock like I was holding on for dear life.

The smell of sex, and sweat and lust filled the room as we continued to fuck. I was proud of myself for lasting this long, but it was time to unload. And I knew I had to unload inside of her. I shot multiple times, filling her pussy with my hot, sticky, potent load.

I was spent. We collapsed on the bed for a while, cuddling and looking at each other. And then, just as quickly as she arrived, she had to leave. We talked about trying to meet the next morning before I left town, although I was uncertain this would happen.

That night, we both attended the same concert in her small town. The music they played is now some of my favorite to listen to when I want to reminisce about her. At the concert, I watched her laugh and hang out with her friends, and watched her with her husband. She was bright, energetic, happy, laughing and so beautiful. But I couldn’t interrupt her and her friends, so I kept my distance. But as I saw her husband put his arm around her, I thought to myself and smiled, *it’s my cum dripping out of her into her panties right now.*

I hoped she would be able to make good on seeing me the next morning. There was still a lot of unfinished business between us.

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/g73657/mf_4326_my_kiwi_teacher_slut