My prof

My prof. The one who was in my head many times when I first discovered the pleasure of masturbating during my adolescence. How many times did I imagine kissing his mouth, neck, and hands? I liked the authority he had over me when he called me to do something or simply to check if I understood his explanations in class. More than once I looked at his hands, broad back, and pants - that bulge was noticeable and I loved it. I liked touching my pussy and inserting my fingers until I came, thinking of him. Although I had never been with a man, my pussy already needed a cock. One afternoon, after many years, while reviewing things from school that I had archived, I found a photo where he was with the group from school. I immediately wanted to search for him on Facebook. It didn't take me long to find him and we got in touch. He was several years older and still looked good... I already had some experience so I wasn't hesitant to send that request. Without delay, I received a response - how lovely! We started flirting, first by making myself innocent to see if he remembered me, then by being friendly and sending him some comments with double meaning. Note that he liked it, so I started sending him photos. I don't know why, but part of my plan was coming true, the prof asked for my phone number, we talked and agreed to meet up. I prepared myself, putting on my best outfit - a tight jeans, a bit of makeup, a tasty perfume - and went. He was waiting for me at a pretty secluded place, dark and with nice music. 'What drinks do you want?' he asked. 'The same as you,' I replied with a sly smile. He already knew where we were going, it was perceptible. He asked to go to the bathroom and walked past me on his way out, turning around to confirm how he was looking at my ass when I left. That strawberry daiquiri made us get in the mood, I pretended to be a little dizzy and as any gentleman would do, he took me to his car. Confessing to him that I always liked it, and as I got hot in my adolescence, I felt his voice close to mine, caressing my face: - you grew up baby! I touched my mouth with his finger, opened it and sucked. He looked at me and moved closer to my ear: Does it know why I came, prof?-I said slowly-why should you catch me. I lowered my hand and while he kissed me, I touched that lump that I liked so much. I could feel his cock hard and standing. It excited me, I was already wet! -Suck it, slut-I told him, and as obedient student, I did. I passed my tongue over his venous and rosy cock. Sucked his head and put it in my mouth. I felt like he enjoyed it and didn't stop calling me slut, slutty. I took it out of one and without understanding, he started the car. He was driving and I didn't understand what happened, I remained silent. I looked at him and smiled; that left me calm. While he drove, he put his hand in my sweater, pinched my paradised nipples and put his finger in my mouth again. We entered a hotel, barely closed the door, I threw myself on the bed, pulled down my pants and ran my thong to lick my pussy. Only rubbed with my tongue until I had an orgasm. I got down on all fours and now it was more comfortable for him to have everything in my mouth, he sucked his cock like a whole slut. I grabbed his head and pushed until I gave up, sucked his balls and swallowed his cock again. -Look at me, slut-he looked at me with his mouth full of his cock-. I got down on all fours and rubbed his cock on my pussy, he said:-are you going to give your ass to your prof?-And as a well-regarded slut, I screamed:-Take my ass, Prof!!! . I felt like my asshole was filled with cock, he grabbed my hips and pushed hard. I was already surrendered, only asking for more and more. He took it out and put it back in. My open and relaxed asshole, well-fucked. Another orgasm. I pulled his cock out of my ass and he masturbated while I waited with my mouth open. I heard a groan and filled my face and mouth with cum. What a lovely reunion with my math teacher!!!