[FM] My professor in Montreal (part 2)

If that [first part](https://redd.it/939xy7) drove you a little crazy, imagine what that experience was doing to me.

Like I said, Sam went on a sabattical, meaning we were in different places most of the summer. Even though we’d agreed that it would probably be better if we cooled things off a bit and “stayed friends,” he was clearly more interested in keeping me hooked. He would send me pictures from his travels tagged with “wish you were here?” Beautiful mountains, lake in Norway, ah, a nice picture of his hotel room.

This man was driving me crazy all summer. I was rapidly losing all ability to be rational and make smart decisions. I just needed to get to Sam and fuck his brains out. I felt like I had waited my whole life for this. But, there was Alex, my boyfriend. I was sure I had decided that if Sam were there, I’d have no problem cheating, but at this point, I was not sure how to make a meeting happen, and I felt like maybe the universe was trying to protect me from my worst inclinations. I loved Alex, so this must have been for the best.

But hark! Toward the end of summer, Alex decided to go on a ten day, get this, *silent* retreat, in another state. Silent, as in, he wouldn’t even be able to call me for the duration. It was like the clouds parted, and heaven told me what I must do: go East young woman, go East.

I arranged to take a road trip with an older gentleman I had befriended at my waitressing job. That’s a whole story in itself, but suffice it to say, he was into me, and also knew why I wanted to go to Montreal. Very weird, but I took what I could get.

I got to live with a local, my older friend happened to previously be married to a Francophone in Montreal and was still on great terms with her family. I had an awesome time exploring, and it was really something to see Sam out there.

Sam knew exactly why I was there, but we had a rough go of making things happen. He was staying with his parents, I was at the French-speaking family’s house. To initiate things I literally had to have my older friend drop me off at the fancy hotel I had booked downtown so I could commence with fucking my teacher. What the fuck was wrong with me?

Sam met me out for a drink, again, we had not a thing to talk about. He explained to me about the Canadian “loonies” and “toonies,” and that’s all I can remember. Christ, we were awkward – why could we just get to what we actually wanted to be doing? Okay, back to the hotel.

I booked us a boutique hotel in the heart of downtown Montreal. It was a really swanky joint. And I was clearly trying too hard to impress. But it paid off. My professor and I picked up our makeout session where we had left it off. I stripped down for him, letting him get a better view of my tits [he’d always been after.](https://imgur.com/a/FO3N4mr) He immediately went to town on them, sucking my nipples and making noises of pleasure and relief.

I was just reveling in the act, *look at what’s happening, Sam’s licking my tits, what! I can’t believe this is finally happening* knowing this could indeed be a once in a lifetime experience.

“God you’re sexy,” he breathed. And suddenly he started to get uncomfortable, and I couldn’t figure out why.

“What’s wrong?”

“Oh, well, I’m sorry, I’m just having a little bit of, trouble.”

Ah, lost his erection. Stage fright or something? Like I cared. I was completely naked in front of my professor, and loving it. “Hey, whatever, who needs it?” I went back to making out with him, and his fingers traced the lines of my pussy. Things were getting less and less awkward, and more and more desperately hot.

“Mmm, Sam, yes.” His fingers circled my outer labia, he was teasing me. My vagina was dripping, and he hadn’t even touched it directly.

“Addie, look what I’m doing to you. Little whore, I’m your professor, and you’re letting my rub your pink little pussy like this? Fucking, little, whore.”

Christ. Where did that come from? I barely mentioned that I liked dirty talk like that, he’s just picking it up out of nowhere. Every word carved electric blue waves into my brain. I shuddered at the thought, *it’s true, every word is fucking true*.

“You like being treated like a whore? Yes? Say what you want, whore.”

“I want your fingers inside me. I need you inside me.”

With that, he slipped two fingers into my slick hole, sliding in and out, while his thumb played against my clit. He spat some more filth at me in his sultry deep voice. “That’s it. Now you’re finally getting what you want aren’t you, you nasty little slut. You come to class in your tiny shorts, come to show off your whore tits in my class. Is this what you wanted? Yes?”

“Yes! yes, oh my god…” I immediately started to come around his fingers. I cried out how I was a little slut student, coming for my teacher.

He grabbed a condom and slipped it on his now-hard cock. He wasn’t usually some kind of dom, as I found later, he was “just trying to be accomodating.” But he was clearly starting to lose control of himself. He’d waited a long, long time for my pussy.

He pulled me down flat on the bed, spread my legs wide, and pushed his rock hard cock inside. Almost immediately, he was pounding me furiously, as I cried out, “yes fuck me fuck me fuck me, fuck me Sam!”

With a groan, he put his hand over my mouth, “shut up, shut your whore mouth. You’re going to come again aren’t you, aren’t you? You needed this, needed your professor’s cock? What kind of a slut comes this far to get fucked by her teacher? You tell me.”

Not able to speak, I just nodded and wimpered and took his cock. The stimulation was amazing. The reality of what was happening was so powerful, I began to shake and shudder with another orgasm with a whine into his palm. He slowed his pace.

Suddenly he stopped.

“Up.” and pointed to the shower.

He turned the shower on and led me into the water. I was recovering my usual playfulness, undampened by my submissiveness, still tingling from orgasm. I turned around and backed my tush into his cock. I placed his hands on my breasts, letting him hold me from behind.

“You’re always sexy you know, but god, you’re even sexier in the shower,” he muttered.

I spread my legs a little, leaned onto the shower wall and arched my back. Standing on my tip toes, I guided him back inside me. He slapped my ass, then grabbed a fistful and began pounding away, making a funny squish squish noise outdone only by my echoey moaning.

“I used to think of you in the shower, now here you are,” he uttered. “Fuck, I’m going to come.”

I took the liberty of getting to my knees. I wanted his cum on my face, on my tongue.

“Jesus, that’s hot. Yes, baby”– and his thick ropes spurted all over my cheeks. I was happy to be a little slut. Give him something to remember next time he came in his shower…I loved how he stood over me and lost it all over my tongue, extended while I smiled up at him.

We dried off, and fell asleep together. Knowing how short our time was together, we got right to it again when we woke up. This time he used his whole body to pin mine down. It felt fabulous. I was the luckiest girl in the world.

I got home, and for a time Alex didn’t even know I had travelled to Canada. My dirty secret. We eventually talked about all this, of course, but anyway…

More did transpire between Sam and I, and I may get to writing about it, if there’s interest!

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/93k4b4/fm_my_professor_in_montreal_part_2