We kept the details of our personal lives private and separate one another. We agreed this was the best course of action to maintain an intense sexual connection and to not have any part of our own realities cloud our time together. I was happy having the Professor in my life as just an amazing lay and I believe he felt the same way. We went about our days and nights as if we were both single, keeping our dirty text messages and sexy rendezvous a secret just for us. In fact, in the months since we started having sex, I actually met someone. He was a student, like me, who happened to sit next to me in lab. He asked to borrow my notes one day and I didn’t have them on me so I told them if he met me at the University coffee shop an hour after lab ended then I’d bring my notes to him. We ended up talking about our majors, our other classes, work and friends and before we knew it, a few hours had gone by and he hadn’t even glanced at my lab notes yet. I’d be lying if I said he didn’t remind me of my Professor. He was tall and had a strong build with dark hair and dark eyes. He was a positive person, with a good attitude and a big heart, topped off with a pearly white smile. As much as I yearned for my Professor nearly all day and night (I even found myself dreaming about him only to take up both disappointed and aroused), I knew that when I graduated we would most likely end our “thing”, as I would no longer be his student and I would also be moving back home for the summer, at least temporarily. I told myself from the beginning that it was possible and more than likely that the Professor, too, had a significant other whom he cared for and possibly loved. He didn’t wear a wedding ring but he was a sexy, intelligent man with a good career—how could he be single? I figured he was attached and that we were both just acting on our most primal urge—our sexual attraction to one another. And, after all, I initiated things with him.
One Friday afternoon my boyfriend and I were at my apartment, some television show rattling on mindlessly in the background. We were lying together on my small couch, making out, me topless and working on unbuckling his pants. Things between us physically were pretty hot—he was rough and aggressive with me despite his calm nature, and I liked it. When I was with the Professor I was the initiator, I was the aggressor, and he let me play that role. In this relationship, I sort of liked being told what to do and how to do it. “Hold me in your hand but don’t stroke,” he said, his eyes closed and his forehead pressed against mine. I wrapped my hands around his thick member and held them still. I felt him grow more excited under my grip. “Lick my ear lobe,” he commanded, and I tilted my head up and drug my tongue from the top of his earlobe to the underside, slowly. He exhaled deeply and began moving himself in and out of my grip. We had yet to have sex but we had managed to cover everything else—and it was hot. He continued thrusting into my hands, now pulling my hair behind me and kissing my neck. With his free hand he unclasped my bra with ease, shimmied it off of my arms and tossed it to the floor. Pulling my hair back more tightly he now began licking my naked breast and gently biting my nipples. I started to slowly grind against his knee as he continued to fuck my hands. We were breathing heavy, moaning loudly, and just as he was close, he pulled his vast thickness from my hands and pressed it to my stomach. A few more pumps onto my stomach and he was exploding up my torso onto my bare breasts. His load was dripping from my nipple down onto the couch. I began to sit up, to grab a towel and clean up but he stopped me. “Leave it,” he said, sliding his hand down my pants and using two fingers to apply force to my drenched clit. “Grind,” he ordered. I started thrusting my pussy onto his hand I was close to climax within less than a minute. “You make me so horny,” I moaned, my thighs beginning to tingle and my toes outstretching, pre-climax. “Show me,” he whispered, “prove it.” That simple order is all it took. I quickened my pace and humped his fingers so quickly that before I could warn him, long squirts of cum splashed out of my soaking hole, squirting on his hands, into my pants, soaking everything in its path. I rolled back slightly and kissed him, slipping a gentle tongue then licking his lips after the kiss. “We’re good at this,” he said, reaching behind him and grabbing a hand towel we had handy. He wiped his thick white cum off of my tits and stomach and kissed me again. “You’re good at this.” I smiled. I was happy.
And then for a brief moment I saw him. My Professor. I imagined the time I had fucked his fingers in the auditorium behind the podium, and the look of pure excitement and happiness in his eyes. He wasn’t used to such raw, unbridled sexual passion and his naivety and interest in me made me cum unlike anything else. As good as my orgasm now was, it wasn’t as intense as it was with the Professor. I felt a tinge of guilt. “I’m going to get cleaned up, then we’d better get going,” I said, slipping into the bathroom and starting the shower. We had reservations at a local Italian restaurant that the college community often frequented, due to their drink deals and outdoor patio area. I stripped off my wet pants and closed the lid on the toilet and sat down. I opened a new text message to the Professor. “Reminiscing on the time behind the podium.” Send. I hopped in the shower and soaped up, rinsing my boyfriends cum away with the suds. When I got out I saw I had a new text message. Swipe. “Can I see you tonight?” I wanted to write back Yes! Yes! Yes I would love to come be with you. But I had already made dinner plans with my boyfriend and I was trying as hard as I could to not become attached to the Professor. Keep it sexual, keep it casual. I repeated that phrase to myself under my breath before texting him back. “Plans tonight. Tomorrow?” I pulled on my fitted black dress, which barely covered my ass and dipped down in a low V between my huge breasts. It was skimpy and sexy and I looked fantastic in it. My phone buzzed. “Tomorrow is perfect. I’ll be hard until I see you.” I wrote back a smiley face emoji and stepped out of the bathroom, tucking my phone away in my purse instantly. “Wanna rinse off or are you good?” I asked my boyfriend, who was standing at the kitchen sink drinking a cold Heineken while reading something on his phone. “Good,” he said, swallowing his last drink of frothy beer. “I wanna smell you on my while I eat,” he winked, dropped the glass bottle into my recycling can and stashed his phone and wallet into his back pocket. “Let’s hit it,” he opened the door for me and we walked down the cement stairs and started on the mile walk to the restaurant. He interlaced his fingers with mine and gripped my hand tightly. Outside of fooling around, he was romantic and sweet, calm and caring. He was, in fact, a wonderful boyfriend.
We reached the restaurant as the sun began to melt away into the distance, causing a flood of orange and pink to melt into the blue sky. It was a beautiful summer evening, 80 degrees and a small warm breeze. We chose a table on the patio, ordered a few beers and began to talk. We talked frequently about him visiting me back home during the summer, or me visiting him back on campus. He had no family near and planned to stay on campus and work during the summer to save money up for next semester. As much as I liked the idea of us having the campus to ourselves to do what we like, I didn’t want to come back to campus and run into the Professor. I felt I needed space from him over the summer. i didn’t want to find myself looking for him, knowing that each time I saw him my need for his throbbing dick to fill me up would only grow.
“My mom’s cool,” I said, “you could stay in my room with me when you visit.” He smiled. He reached across the table and rested his strong hand on mine. “I don’t think thats respectful to your mom, even if she says it’s okay.” He was a gentleman and I had never dated anyone like that before. I smiled shyly, “maybe you’re right. I just can’t imagine having you down the hall from me and not in my bed.” I outstretched my leg under the table and rubbed it against his. He blushed a little. A warm breeze fluttered in and his smell floated across the table and took my breath away. He had a smell of clean laundry and vague cologne, and it made me tingle in my panties whenever I smelled it. We ordered a pizza to split, had another round of beers, and continued to enjoy one another company as the sky faded from orange to purple over us. We were having a wonderful little date. And then my phone buzzed in my bag. I dug it out, my head starting to grow a bit fuzzy from the beers. 1 new message from Professor. My heart leapt in my chest. I had received text messages from him while I was with my boyfriend before and my boyfriend never asked me about my phone. He respected my privacy and as I had my eyes glued to the phone screen, he pulled his phone from his back picket and began playing a game. He didn’t rush me or invade my privacy, which further made me attracted to him in an emotional sense. “Plans tonight. You going to fuck your plans tonight?” I let the phone drop into my lap. My heart began to race, my head grew fuzzier by the second. My body was going into a fight or flight. He’s here, I thought. He sees me and he’s upset with me. A hundred things rushed through my mind but my first instinct was to find him, lay eyes on him. I casually leaned behind me, as if to eye the bathroom, and spotted him sitting at a two-person table inside the restaurant with a fellow professor. He was watching me. Our eyes met. I felt myself grow both moist and nervous. I turned back around and picked my phone back up and began texting him, my hands shaking slightly. “We don’t fuck. It’s casual.” I felt a tremendous amount of guilt but equally I felt turned on, like a naughty girl who desperately needed to make up some extra credit with my angry Professor. My boyfriend, still engrossed in a game on his phone while sipping his last beer, glanced up at me. “Everything OK?” I tucked my phone into my bag and stood up. “All that beer. I need to use the restroom,” I said, smiling and dropping my napkin onto the chair. “I’ll get the check while you’re doing that,” he said, looking back at his phone.
I pulled my phone from my bag as I slowly made my way through the crowded restaurant. The smell of garlic and fresh bread whizzed around me as I tried to focus, through the beer fog. “Excuse yourself” I texted him. I walked past him. pulling my skin tight dress down. Our eyes locked and I saw my message illuminated his face from his lap. I turned the corner where the restrooms where, looked around carefully, and slipped into the women’s restroom, putting my foot in the doorway. Moments later the door gently swung open and he walked in, his face flushed. I reached behind him and twisted the lock. I put my hands down his slacks and he grabbed my wrists. “Who is that?” he asked, a look of sadness on his face. I freed my hands and rubbed his dick over his pants, which was already half erect. “I wasn’t lying when I said we don’t fuck. You’re the only one I fuck.” He tilted his head to the side and exhaled. “You look cozy with him,” he said, somewhat fighting my advances. “We’re comfortable. But we don’t fuck.” I said, standing on my tippy toes and kissing his neck. I grabbed his hands and guided them under my short dress onto my bare ass. He moaned. “God I love your body,” he said, “but I don’t want anyone else touching it.” I moved from his neck to his mouth and began kissing him intensely and he began to grab my ass and spread me apart. “Touch me now,” I whispered in-between kisses. “I have thought about your dick all day. I can’t wait until tomorrow,” I began unbuckling his belt but before i could finish he spun me around and pushed me against the wall. I could hear his belt clanking and he pulled me apart and shoved his fully erect penis into my tight but already dripping pussy. “Oh baby, I need you to cum inside me,” I whispered over my shoulder. I wanted to scream, his cock inside me while my boyfriend was sitting outside—it was the most exhilarating feeling. The Professor was fucking me with a force he’d yet to use before. He thrust in and out of me hard, at one point covering my mouth with his hand. “Quiet,” he said, picking up speed. My arms were above my head, pressed against the wall and my legs began to shake as he fucked me from behind, so hard and so deep that at one point I thought I may fold. He took his throbbing dick out of my cunt and turned me around by the shoulder. “I want you,” I said, “I want you. I need you to know I want you,” I was pleading with him. His eyes were wide, a questioning look in them. I dropped to my knees and took his tremendous length into my mouth. I looked up at him as I sucked him hard and his eyes were closed, his face finally relaxed. I took him out of my mouth long enough to tell him that I loved his dick, I loved his hands on my body, I loved his naked body and that I needed him desperately. “So desperately,” I said in-between slurps, “that I wake up wet when I dream of you.” I pressed the head of his dick on my tongue and slid it to the very back of my throat before letting out a deep cry-like moan, and he shot the biggest load I’ve ever felt right down my throat. I swallowed as he unloaded into me, needing it like a lost traveler needs water in the desert. When he was done I let him slip out of my mouth, and I stood up slowly, the beer now having a full hold over my brain.
We stood there silently for a minute, just staring at one another. He stepped towards me and pulled my dress back up and kneeled down in front of me. Without saying a word, he slid his tongue between my lips and starting licking my swollen, excited clit. It was the first time he had tasted me and the feeling of his face between my thighs sent a shock wave of pleasure through my body. I let out a deep moan, trying to be quiet but not knowing if I could. I put my hands in his hair and caught my balance my holding his head. He pushed my thighs apart with a tight grip and licked me deeply. I felt his warm tongue swirl madly around my clit, then dive deep into my dripping box. He went back and forth between the two, my legs shaking. No one had ever eaten me this deeply or intensely. I felt faint. I had already squirted today with my boyfriend and doing it again would be the first time I’d ever had two intense squirting orgasms in one day. But every time I opened my eyes and looked down at this gorgeous Professor nestled between my thighs I got closer and closer. “Oh baby,” I whimpered, “I need you, I need you, I..” the last of my words trailed off, dissolving in mid air as a huge gust of juices came out of me. He pushed his face into me deeper and I continued to cum, soaking the floor and his face. When I was done I slid down the wall and collapsed on the bathroom floor, exhausted emotionally and physically. I looked up at him. He was using a paper towel to try and absorb my juices from his polo shirt. I couldn’t move. I sat there, wet, in a heap, wondering what was next for us. He tucked his polo back in his slacks, buckled his belt and smoothed his hair with his hands. “You have me,” he said, locking eyes with me for just a moment before unlocking the door and slipping back out into the restaurant.
After texting my boyfriend “who knew there’d be a wait!”, I cleaned myself up and cleaned the bathroom up before pulling my long blonde hair back behind me, applying some lip gloss, and slipping out into the crowd. My professor was still sitting at his table, his back to me as I walked up behind him, heading out to the patio. I glanced over my shoulder just once and he was watching me. I smiled a small, coy smile before turning back around and returning to my seat at the table I was sharing with my boyfriend. He didn’t comment on the time I was away because he was a gentleman and had nothing to suspect. “We’re all ready to go,” he said, immediately standing up and pulling my chair out from the table for me. “Thank you,” I said quietly. He slipped his hand into mine and it felt good. I looked over to my Professor as I trailed behind my boyfriend, who was leading us out the gate to leave the restaurant. His eyes were on our interlocked hands and I could see a certain sadness in his eyes. This encounter, as hot as it was, I knew was going to lead us to a more complicated place. I mouthed the words “I want you” to him before I disappeared outside the gate and out of his sight.
My mind was flooded with a million questions as my boyfriend and I walked back to my apartment in the dusk. I tried not to lose myself in thoughts of the Professor and I told myself to live in the moment, with my boyfriend. I thought I’d never be able to relax that night, thinking of how close I was to maybe losing them both. But just as I felt an immense weight start to settle on my shoulders, my boyfriend opened my apartment door for me and simply said, “now it’s time for you to get your dessert.” I put my hand down his pants and on his dick, which was erect and tucked into the waist of his pants. “Had to arrange it on the way home, but now it can come out.” He unzipped his pants and let them, with his boxers inside, fall to the ground. “I hope you’re not too full,” he said, pushing me down the the entryway floor, onto my knees.
All my worries and thoughts of the Professor vanished as I took this tall stud’s erection into my mouth and began to do my thing. All the concern transformed into a feeling of euphoria. I’m lucky, I thought. Two beautiful, Herculean cocks all to myself. And I proceeded to suck my boyfriend dry, down to the very last drop.
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