*Author’s note: This article was written in the first person of the person who the article is about. She had requested it that way.

I had fallen behind on my school work. It was tough being an adult going back to college, balancing work, family and friends was a lot, and I just got a bit behind… especially in my creative writing class.

“I know you can do better work,” said Dr. Cristiano, a 40-something redhead with shapely curves, long red hair, and a face that could easily pass for someone 20 years younger. Handing me a card with a name and number on it, my professor had a tutor in mind for her. “This is Prof. Dover. He’s a… friend… of mine. And I know he can help get your grades up.”

I had never used a tutor before. Well, not in the traditional sense. I had used my “charms” to help raise my grades with some teachers before, but this time, it looked like real book work would be needed. I called Dover, who had a wealth of experience in creative writing, and discussed his terms. His rates were reasonable, and he offered to work out a plan if I was having trouble paying. We set up a meeting the next afternoon at the library.

When he walked in, I was a little stunned. I knew he was older – about 50 – but I didn’t expect such a youthful 50: dark eyes and slightly tanned skin, trim – but not skinny – and carried what I figured was about 190 muscular pounds well on his nearly 6 foot frame. When he reached out his hand to shake, I sensed not just experience in creative writing but creativity in other areas I wanted to explore.

Over the next hour, he meticulously went over my previous writing assignments, pointing out the flaws and giving me plenty of pointers to sharpen my writing. Dr. Cristiano had given plenty of feedback as well, but it hadn’t clicked with me, and I foundered to a D+ on one of my assignments.

“You see here,” he said, pointing out one of my phrases Dr. Cristiano circled in red. “This is a place where you could have used more imaginative storytelling to get your point across.”

But imagination was not a problem at the moment. As I leaned close into him to look at the paper, I could smell just a slight whiff of cologne. Not sure of the brand, but it felt warm and welcoming, and I drank it in thirstily. I imagined how it would feel to kiss his lips, breathing in his aroma, and losing myself to his touch. I felt a tingle in my crotch, and I wondered if he felt the same about me. And then, back to reality, as he said our time was up. I reached into my purse to pay him, but he quickly waived it off.

“This first lesson is for free,” he said smiling. “Try what we worked on today, and if it doesn’t work, you won’t have to come back. If it does, we can work out a payment later.”

Being on a tight budget, I thanked him for the kind offer and pledged to make my writing better and return for more paid sessions. But how could I NOT return? This older man, someone who I probably wouldn’t have considered before, had turned me on more quickly than anyone else. As I walked home, I imagined how it would feel to have him touch every part of my body… how it would feel to surrender to whatever desire we both had (and I hoped he had desire for me as much as I did for him).

Later that night, after doing some homework, I fell asleep on the couch in front of the TV. As I dreamt, Professor Fred Dover walked into my dreams, undressing me without ever touching me. I dreamt of his lips kissing my neck, nibbling on my ear lobes, and making their way down my bare chest to my hardening nipples. I gasped as he drew in my little rosebuds at the ends of my breasts, rolling his tongue around them and making them grow long and hard for his sucking. I dreamt of how he worked his way down and started licking my clit, while his fingers probed into my sopping wet pussy. I nearly climaxed, when I woke with a start… stunned and a little disoriented.

But I didn’t want the dream to end. So I reached down between my legs and felt my clit and wet pussy and began to finger myself, Pushing first just one, and then two fingers inside, I thought about the dream of his fingers inside me, while my thumb acted as a poor – but available – substitute for his tongue on my clit. It didn’t take long, as I soon climaxed on my own hand, thrusting in and out as my pussy spasmed against my own fingers. It was an orgasm I hadn’t expected but knew I wanted from the first moment I saw him.

The week seemed to drag as I anticipated my next meeting with the professor. But this time, armed with a creative writing paper with many fewer red marks (and a hard B- for the grade), this time, I bounced into his office at the local community college, where he seemed to have most of the building to himself. I beamed with pride as I showed him the paper, and he smiled.

“Much better, Lexie,” he said, and I smiled back at him. “You’re making good progress, and I see where you applied what we discussed. Good for you. Now, here’s how we make the next paper better.”

He then spent the next hour showing me writing ankara eryaman escort techniques and tricks I could use on my next assignment, and I listened enthralled by his advice and secretly fantasizing (again) about his body. At the end of the hour, he said he needed to get to his next class. I quickly pulled out the money we had agreed upon, and I layed it into his hands, letting my fingers linger just a little bit as I touched his hand. He smiled and thanked me, and I turned to walk out, hoping he would notice the cute shorts I had worn just for him that day. I wasn’t sure (and I didn’t want to seem obvious and look back), but in my mind, he admired my ass as I bounded out the door.

I could feel my pussy tingle again, and I quickly ran into the nearest bathroom, jumping into the nearest stall and pulling my shorts and panties down. My cunt was on fire as I reached down to touch myself. Closing my eyes, I once again imagined it was Professor Dover’s fingers down there, and I furiously rubbed my clit and pussy lips until I quickly came against my hand. I had only known him for as week, and already Professor Fred Dover was becoming a sexual obsession for me.

The next week’s assignment went even better, as I had earned an “A” (an “A”!!!!!) on my latest paper. I couldn’t wait to show Professor Dover… and I couldn’t wait to show him more of me. I wore a short skirt with lace panties underneath so if I got the chance to bend over in front of him (say, “accidently” dropping a pencil), he’d get a chance to see. And my top was low cut and opened deliciously as I leaned forward during my frequent leans over him and my paper, hoping he’d sneak a peek at my cute cleavage underneath. I couldn’t say for sure, but I could have sworn I saw him look, although he was good at averting any gaze before I could see it for sure.

After spending another delightful hour with him, thinking about all the things I wanted him to do to me, I raced home to release some of the sexual tension that had built inside me. Running into my room, I grabbed the vibrating dildo from inside my nightstand. As it buzzed to life, I pulled my skirt up and pushed the lace panties aside, as I hoped the professor would do one day. I spread my legs wide and applied the buzzing tip to my clit and panted as I thought how his tongue would feel there. I moaned as I pushed the head of the fake cock inside me, imagining it was his dick spreading my wet pussy lips apart… it was him pumping in and out of me.

“Oh! Professor Dover!” I screamed aloud as an orgasm began to wash over me. “I fucking love your cock!”

And so the next sessions went: I brought in more and more “A” papers, thanks to Professor Dover. And I got more and more turned on, also thanks to Professor Dover. I found more reasons to get closer to him, to flash him a little more skin, to drink in his scent. After his lessons, I would dart into the bathroom to finger fuck myself, or if I was really disciplined, make it all the way home to properly fuck myself with my dildo. I was becoming so obsessed with fucking Fred Dover that I stopped going out with the “bo.ys” I had previously fucked without any thought… and few orgasms. I wanted my tutor to give me the ultimate lesson of sex.

“Well, you’re almost done with the term, Lexie,” he said on what would be my last tutoring session. “I’m going to miss seeing you every week.”

Although he smiled, I could barely manage a grin, as I knew when tutoring was done, so was my time with him. I tried not to choke up, as I replied, “I’ll miss you, too.”

I knew I had to find a way to see him again… to fulfill the desires that had started weeks ago and I wanted to see come to fruition. I had to fuck Fred Dover.

The day had finally arrived – the day I was going to really press the issue. After weeks of flirting with him – and going back to my room alone to fantasize about fucking him – I was ready to make it a reality… to fill my carnal desires with this older, wiser and more experienced man. It would no longer be my fingers or toys in imaginary substitution for his cock that I could only dream about; it would be the real thing.

I had picked out my outfit the day before: a stripper’s “school gi.rl” outfit with a short plaid skirt that didn’t even cover my ass cheeks, a tight, white shirt that buttoned down the front (although I’d be wearing it as a halter with no bra underneath to highlight my perky breasts), and stiletto heels. I matched it up with a silky white thong that made me horny just thinking about it rubbing against my shaved pussy. I was so turned on that I considered – just for a moment – to go to the video viewing areas at the back of the adult novelty store and see who might pop through the holes in the booths, sucking anonymously on the cocks presented, bending forward and letting random strangers touch and fuck me without either of us ever seeing the other. But my focus was on Prof. Dover, my mission to fulfill what I had been dreaming about since that first touch of our hands in our escort sınırsız çankaya hello handshake.

As I dressed in front of the mirror – pulling the silky thong up my long legs, turning to admire my ass as I fastened the skirt around my waist, tying the ends of the shirt and buttoning just a couple to hold it closed across my chest as my hard nipples pressed against the thin fabric, and stepping into the high heels – I felt a new wave of desire start to rush over me. My pussy tingled, and I ran one finger over the outlines of my engorged lips. I put my hand inside the thong and gently stroked my clit, just a little… my creamy juices just starting to flow. I wanted to press the issue more, but it was time to go and rendezvous with what I really desired. I pulled on a long coat and headed out the door.

When I reached his office, Prof. Dover was already there, as expected. I gently knocked at his half-open door and was thrilled to see he was there alone. He beckoned me in, and I hoped it was a sign of a soon-to-be future beckoning to something far more intimate. I closed the door behind me and stepped forward.

“Hi, Lexi!” he happily greeted me. “I know your final grade for your class came through, and you did very well: an A-minus from Dr. Cristiano. I’m very proud of you. How can I help you today?”

Nervously, I stepped forward, slightly biting my lip and smiling at him.

“Well, Prof. Dover, I just wanted to come by and thank you so much for all of your help. You really got me through, and I can’t thank you enough,” I said but thought what I was intending next would be an even better showing of my appreciation. “But I do need a little help with one more lesson, if you could.”

Stepping around his desk and seductively opening the long coat, I watched as his eyes widened as he drank in my naughty outfit. Letting the coat fall off my shoulders in a heap behind me, I looked him back squarely in the eyes.

“I want you to teach me how to have you. In exchange, you’ll have all of me. All of me,” I repeated, leaving no doubt my intentions.

His mouth agape, I stepped forward to him and crawled onto his lap. I put my arms around his neck and pulled him to me in a long, erotic kiss. Our tongues danced in each other’s mouths and I felt no resistance from him. In fact, I could feel his hard-on growing against my wetting crotch. He also wanted me, and I delighted as his hands wrapped around my back and pulled me closer.

“Oh, Lexie!” he quietly moaned in a quick break from our kiss. “Are you sure this is what you want?”

I nodded my consent and began kissing him again. I unbuttoned his dress shirt as we continued to make out, continuing to rub my pussy against his hardening cock through the thin layers of our clothing. I ran my hands across his chest, my fingers running through his thin mat of soft chest hair, teasing at his nipples. His hands worked their way under the back of my shirt as I untied my school gi.rl blouse to expose my bare tits to him. He broke off our kiss and started nibbling down my neck and to the upper part of my chest. I closed my eyes slightly and threw my head back, and he made it to my breasts… swirling his tongue around my areolas and then sucking in each hard nipple – first the left and then the right.

“Oh, god, Professor Dover!” I moaned as my hands found their way to his head of sexy silver hair to pull him in even tighter. I also thought how naughty it was that I was still calling him “Professor Dover,” as it highlighted our taboo relationship. “Your tongue feels so good! I’ve dreamed of this so long!”

“As have I,” he replied to my surprise and delight that he also had fantasized about me, that my weeks of dressing provocatively and teasing him with little glimpses of my body underneath my clothes had paid off.

“Oh, Lexie!” he sighed into my ear just before nibbling my ear lobe and starting to kiss his way back down my neck. “I want you so bad!” he breathed against my skin.

I felt his hands go down my back and cup my ass cheeks, pulling me in closer, as I spread my legs wider and ground my pussy against his raging hard-on under his slacks. Effortlessly with his strong arms, he lifted me onto the edge of his desk as he twirled his wheeled chair to take in the sight: me, spreading my legs wide as I seductively bit one finger, looking lustfully into his eyes, which were already drinking in my bare chest and growing wet spot against the silky fabric of my thong. Slowly, I put a finger into the side of the thong and peeled the garment to the side so he could see my bare, engorged lips and throbbing clit that awaited him. “Oh, my!” he stammered.

He quickly dropped to the floor and brought his face to my pussy. I thrilled at the thought of me exposing myself to him and all of his desires, and I closed my eyes when he kissed me down there. When his tongue started to dart at my clit, I thought I might lose it right then and there.

“Oh, god, Professor Dover!” I moaned, once again getting so turned on by this çankaya eve gelen escort bayan student-teacher taboo pairing we were embarking on. While we were both of consenting age, I loved playing up the fantasy that I was just a “gi.rl” and he was a much older man taking advantage. But, in reality, there was no “advantage” being taken – only in my mind. “I love your tongue!”

He furiously flicked his tongue over my clit, and I squirmed from the delight it was bringing me. When he pushed his tongue deep inside my pussy to lap up the juices, I moaned so loudly I was worried others outside his office might hear us. But I didn’t care; I was riding a wave of ecstasy and felt my orgasm grow deep inside me.

“OH, GAWWDDD!” I shouted, as the orgasm rained throughout my body, making me buck against his face and releasing more of my inner juices, which he greedily lapped up. “OOOHHHH FFFUUUUUCCCCKKKKK!”

Panting, I thought he would give me a slight rest, but he continued his oral assault on my happy cunt. I gripped his hair as I felt him pull me into his face, burying his tongue even deeper into my wet slit, his hands digging into and kneading my ass. “Oh! OH! OOHHH!” I moaned as a second quick orgasm poured over me.

He stood and pulled my face to his in another long, deep kiss, my tangy juices still fresh on his mouth, and I enjoyed the taste of my own pussy on my new lover’s lips. Somewhere in the process of eating me out, he had removed his shirt, pants and underwear and was completely naked before me. It felt wonderful to have my hard nipples pressed into his surprisingly muscular chest, and I was able to look down to see the treasure I had lusted over – but not seen: his magnificent cock.

A thick six inches, it stood out proud – not a monster but the right size for me, and I thought how well it would fit into my petite mouth. I wanted to wrap my lips around it, but he quickly pushed forward and presented it at the opening of my wet pussy, using his hand to run it up and down the length of my awaiting slit.

“Please! Please, fuck me, Professor Dover!” I said, well aware of how my continued use of his formal title was arousing him – and me. “I need it!”

With that, he plunged in deep, spreading my pussy lips wide but meeting little resistance as my well lubricated hole happily took in his entire thick length. I wrapped my legs around him and dug my nails into his back, as he pistoned in and out of my body, his hands gripping my hips as he worked into a fast rhythm. I could feel myself creaming around his dick, and I loved the feeling, the sounds, the smells of our long-awaited coupling.

The lustful slapping of our skins as he continued to pound me seemed to echo through the room, punctuated by his heavy breathing and my moans of pleasure. Just when I thought he was going to cum, he pulled out and flipped me over, bending me over the desk. I caught a glimpse of our reflection in a mirror on the wall and gasped as I felt him spread my ass cheeks and plunge back into my pussy. I loved the feel of his manhood pushing even deeper into me, hitting my G spot and eliciting a whole new type of orgasm.

“FUCK! ME! FEELS! SO! FUCKING! GOOD!” I screamed as he rhythmically pounded me from behind. I felt yet another orgasm surge through my body and began to shudder as I squirted over his buried cock. “AAAWWWWWW!!!!!”

Quivering, I panted as he slid out of me just for a moment. He grabbed my hand and pulled me over to his small office couch. As he sat down, he looked me in the eye, and said, “Your turn to fuck me!”

Happily I climbed onto his lap and easily slid in his raging hard cock into my already well-fucked pussy. I was amazed how much stamina a man of his age had, considering how quickly the younger guys I had dated came. My “skirt” was the last piece of clothing on me – besides my high heels – as my shirt and thong had been ripped off somewhere along the way. I knew it turned him on to see me this way, and I continued with my teacher-student talk as I sat on his dick.

“Mmmmm… you like my hot, wet pussy, Professor Dover?” I teased at him, riding his shaft deeper with each stroke. He nodded “Yes,” and I picked up the pace. “Mmmmm… yes… fuck me deeper, sir!”

He groaned and leaned forward a little, pushing further inside me and bringing his mouth to my breasts once again. I delighted at how it felt: him kissing and alternatively sucking on my tits, my school girl slut persona on full display for him. He then laid back, and I rose up to ride him as hard as I could, grinding my hips against his, slapping my pelvis against his hard body as his cock slammed in and out of my pussy.

I felt his hands grasp my buttocks again and spread my cheeks apart, nearly squealing as I felt just a little pressure on my puckered anal opening, as he swirled a finger around it. I thought how good his cock would feel in my ass – or maybe his cock in my ass while another of his friends fucked my pussy – but now was the task of having him complete this fucking of me. I leaned a little bit onto his chest and moaned loudly as I rode my wet pussy up and down that hard dick, looking deeply into his eyes and kissing him, our tongues intertwined. I felt him stiffen and looked back just in time to see him grasp his cock, pull it out and shoot a white, hot stream of sticky cum all the way up my back.