I am inspired.

Thursday - he wanted to come visit.  My job is terribly busy in the summer, had the kids, so it just wasn’t going to work.

Saturday morning - my son wanted to go to his father’s.  Translation - I hope hope hoped the professor would come down and love on me.  My neck, nipples, belly, pussy and more.  I wanted to bring him right to the brink with my mouth and slide him in my wet pussy.  I wanted to fuck him until I needed lube.  Lots and lots of smooth and hot lube.

I sent him a text, and voila!  Received a text back.  He was not going to be the professor that night, or a dad or anything but what I wanted.  He was a very generous and pliable lover.  His manipulation of words outside of bed was phenomenal, he was so very put together, with a young son and all.  That was 10:00 am.  I had to wait until 9:00 pm that night.

I threw on some clothes and went to the grocery for champagne and orange juice.  I would be decadent to myself, priming my pump for the professor’s anticipated arrival.  I came home, showered, shaved myself nice and smooth.  I poured myself a drink, got on literotica.com and read about stories of women, men, same sex, opposite, masturbation and other naughty naughty words of inspiration.  I plugged my hitachi magic wand in and thought heartily about the night to come (cum).

I let champagne drip out of my mouth and run down my cleavage.  I poured it down my wet slit and let it fall over my twat.  I mixed my wetness with the champagne and put my fingers in my mouth.  Sweet and tangy, and rolled my nipples around my wet and sweet smelling fingers.

I took a nap.  Naked and warm, waking up with my rubber dildo inside me.  I took it out, stuck it squarely in my mouth and brought it down to my pussy and asshole.  I love love love the orgasm brought by rimming the asshole.

I sat on the edge of the bed and brought over the mirror so I could watch my wet pussy as I thought about what it would feel like to have the professor’s hard and hot cock inside it, how he loves it when I ride his face, how I bring him to words where he’s naughty and tells me although he likes my company and my cooking, but really all he wants is to fuck me.  That’s all I really want too, and hearing his words only makes my twat drip.

I put some lube on my pussy, watching it drip down, and watched all my juices mixed with the lube drip down.  I watched as I spread my lips and put my finger all the way inside of me.  Thinking of sucking his cock only made me closer to cumming.  I rubbed my mound hard and fast with my finger inside me, thinking of how I would grind on him later, while pinching my nipples and having him grab my hips and grinding down on him.

He’s a vegetarian.  Thinking of fucking him makes me want to eat a perfectly cut and grilled ribeye, but I could settle for tilapia with a garlic/lemon drizzle, ciabatta bread, grilled zucchini (big enough that I’d about rather fuck it, but eating it comes a close 2nd) and a salad.  He’s a single dad, and I find cooking about as sexy as fucking, so it was all good for me.  He would get here around 9pm, so I got back in the bath to enjoy myself and prepare to get the fucking I desperately wanted and needed, not to mention wanted to give in return.

I filled up the tub and left enough space for a little more water while I was in there, because I got in and placed my pussy right under the faucet.  I put my legs on the wall and let the warm water harden my clit while I fingered myself. My legs were still smooth and it was so slippery to roll and pinch my nipples in between the soap and fingers and I decided I better not make myself cum again, I wanted to wait for the professors fingers, tongue and cock……

I got out of the tub, walked around naked feeling my thighs rub together and my lips swollen in anticipation.  I put on my traditional Very Sexy by VS lotion and put honey dust on my lips.  I blow dried my hair but no make up.  I put on a thong so he had to work just ever so little to get to my wet and excited pussy.

I had cracked a bottle of Muscato so had the requisite lovely exhausted and warm wine buzz.  I heard the sound I’d been waiting for all day, the knock at the door.

He came in, gave me a peck on the cheek and I returned with the same.  I was a little in the “zone” of cooking so he finally just pulled me into his arms and gave me a wonderfully warm and controlled kiss.  I long long longed to be controlled.  He set the tone.

There are very few things like watching a man eat heartily food that I’ve cooked.  It’s entirely a different yet very effective foreplay for me. The smell of butter and garlic and lemon and watching his lips as he chatted me up and caringly asked me about what was going on in my life - I could have just gone down on him right there and then….

We cleared the table and were in bed naked in about 3 minutes…..I could barely wait to have his cock in my mouth - he’s got a perfectly shaped, perfectly sized (large in length and girth) dick, and it was hot.  I could feel the veins throbbing on the outside of him, as I stroked him, preparing to put all of him in my mouth….I waited until the drop of precum I was anticipating showed itself.  I purposefully dragged my pussy lips down his legs so he could feel how completely horny and wet I was.  

I spread his legs and flicked his cock with my tongue, massaging his balls and scrotum with my hands.  My stomach flipped when I heard his breath taken away when I shoved his cock all the way in my mouth, up and down, a little teeth, all the way to the back of my throat.  He was guiding my head and moaning and pulling me up…..he said what I was waiting for….slide up, farther, come sit on my face.

For a professor of politics you’d think he was entirely not skilled in the ways of making a woman cum.  You’d be horribly wrong.  He moved me with my thighs, licked my lips like I had told him exactly how to except I hadn’t uttered a word of direction, just begging him to keep licking, to fuck my twat with his tongue, to feel his slightly stubbly chin on my pussy.  The build up to an oral orgasm is like a slinky being turned tighter and tighter and tighter and the let go is completely and totally amazing….before I was through cumming I hurried down his body and slid his hot and hard cock inside me.  All I wanted to do was what I had thought of all day, grinding on him and pinching my nipples and riding him for all I was worth…

Which I did.  That breathtaking s-shaped ride, combined with the feeling of his strong hands moving me back and forth, up and down, ahhhhhhhhhhh.

I lay under the ceiling fan, feeling the glow and wishing everyone in the world could feel like this….and having him spread my legs and pushing his hard cock in me sideways, I could feel the side of his cock rubbing my gspot, and feeling him start to shake and the erratic pulse of his hips, hearing the uneven breaths as he got closer and closer to cumming inside me, letting my hips go on overdrive and follow him while he shot his warm warm warm sperm go inside me…..