I slept with my married college pro[f]essor at a conference

I was in my last year of college which was my absolute hardest. I felt depressed and lonely most of that year and accidentally isolated myself from my friends and family. It was the first day of one of my last classes when I saw him. I felt my heart thump when I laid my eyes on the professor. He was a tall man with piercing blue eyes and a nice salt and pepper look. I’ve always had a thing for silver foxes even though I was only 22 at the time. He had a lovely European accent that helped me learn his material well. I noticed he had a ring and thought to myself being a catholic, that I shouldn’t ogle at a married man like that. Sadly, the heart never listens to what the brain says, so I started going to his office hours every. single. day.

During his office hours I would let my hair down, put some extra make up on and made sure cleavage was shown. I noticed this sly smile he would make when I showed up. He knew. Of course he knew, I’m terribly transparent when I want someone. He was an older man, in his late forties with a maturity that other guys my age haven’t grasped yet. It was worse during his lectures; I would wear my tight pencil skirts that accentuated my curves.

One day, I told him I would miss his class because I was going to present research at a conference. It turns out he had a substitute that day because he was also going to the conference. The news made me wet that he was going to the same trip. Once we were at the conference we find each other and he checks out my poster and gives me tips on what I should say and how I should present myself. He told me things like how proud he was of me and what a great student I am in his class. I felt like a puppy wagging it’s tail. He was rubbing my back and shoulders a bit because he noticed I was a bit nervous, but he only aroused me by doing that. I suggested after the conference ended that we get lunch after and we did at a cafe a couple of blocks away. It started with him talking about what I had missed in class to more personal subjects which lead to him inviting me to his fancy hotel room.

Once we are at his hotel room he offers me a drink which I accept. We talk for a bit until we head to his king sized bed and we are both sitting next to each other. I was so nervous and horny my wetness soaked through my skirt and onto his bed. He caresses my soft legs, my arms and shoulders before he finally kisses me. It was a soft and passionate kiss, not rushed nor was he sticking his tongue down my throat like other men I’ve kissed. He then puts his hands inside my skirt only to feel my soaked panties. With that same hand he sticks his fingers in my mouth and I instinctively suck them clean of my juices. My small soft hand rubs over his hard cock and I begin unzipping his pants. He suggested we do a 69 where I’m on top. I start by kissing his cock all over while massaging his heavy balls and sucking the tip slowly before deepthroating him a bit, making him moan. He starts sucking on my pussy lips first, teasing me before he starts sucking on my clit. I’m moaning with his cock in my mouth. It was too much for me and I begged him to fuck me. With his strength he flips me over and positions himself to fuck me missionary. He kisses me hard and looks at my face as he slowly slides his cock inside my tight wet pussy. My eyes nearly roll all the way back as he fills me with his manhood. All you can hear is loud moans and heavy breathing in the room. Once he’s balls deep in me he starts picking up a steady pace that’s unbelievably sexy. He’s rubbing my clit and squeezing my big tits. With this steady rhythm I tell him I’m about to cum. My whole body tenses and I wrap my legs around him as I cum loudly squeezing his cock trying to milk his seed out. He completely looses it with me starts fucking me hard and fast like an animal. He’s pounding away and I beg him to cum inside me (he knows I’m using BC). He thrusts hard three time before he grunts and embraces me tightly as he fills my tight pussy with his hot thick cum. We lay together for a while, sweaty and out of breath. He marvels at my pussy watching his cum slowly leak out of me. We talk for a while and rest a bit before I went back to my hotel room.

We both eventually flew back to campus the next day and I go to his class like I normally would. All I felt was guilt from what happened because after all he’s a married man at the end of the day. I accepted that it was only the heat of the moment kind of thing. I kept running into him in cafes on campus, he knew which ones I liked, but we never talked about what happened. He’s written a few letter of recommendations for me for grad school, but we never got back in touch after that. But I’ll never forget how hot that conference was for me. The best conference I went to.

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