Master 
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Registration Date: 06-27-2006
Posts: 93
Mistress Or Master Or Slave: Master
Location: USA
Level: 34 [?]
Experience: 637,336
Next Level: 677,567
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"What's your name?"
"Anny."
"Okay, Anny. I don't know what exactly was going on there. But if something's going on that you don't like, you have to tell him, that you need to have his respect." I nodded.
"Are you alright?" He walked over and bent down, looking into my eyes.
"Yah, I'm okay." But even as I said the words, I saw Anthony's face in my head, and I felt his hand slipping under my dress, and my tears started filling up in my eyes, taking my control.
"Hey... hey.."
"I'm sorry," I choked. He put his hand on my head, patting me.
"It's okay now.. it's over.. shhh..." I buried my face in his arm, and he paused, then hugged me lightly.
When the corner of his chest was soaked, I pulled away, extremely embarassed. And I looked up into his eyes. A strand of my hair fell into my face, and he brushed it away. Something came over me, and I realized how close we were. I leaned, and kissed him. I think he almost kissed me back, but then he was gently pushing me away.
"Whoa, whoa... Anny. You've had a hard day. You're going crazy there." I shook my head frantically.
"No, no! This is not because I've... no, I've never felt like this.." He was stepping back and looking away. I stood and grabbed his arm.
"Professor- Mike." He looked at me.
"Anny, are you sure? This is... " I kissed him, wrapping my arms around him. His hands circled my waist, pressing me to him. He licked me, sucking my lip onto his mouth. I moaned. Then flushed and hid my face, and he laughed.
"It's okay, sweetheart." I can't believe he called me that. I ran my hands across his chest as he kissed me again. My chest was rubbing against his, and I knew my nipples were hard. Tingles were shooting down my tummy, and I squirmed.
"Stop it, silly girl. Or I will take you here." I stopped. Mike's finger trailed down my neck, and he rubbed my breast softly, looking into my eyes, making sure I was okay. I felt my heart flutter. I reached down and cupped his hard cock through his jeanes.
"God, stop." I shook my head, and rubbed him.
"You asked for it, you bad, dirty girl." He lowered his head and sucked on my nipple through my bra and shirt, before reaching in and unhooking my bra.
"But what if someone comes in?"
"Shh.." He sucked my nipple again, this time only through my shirt, and I gasped. His right hand was behind my butt, holding me close to him, and his left circled my other nipple.
"My underwear is wet." He stared at me, and I buried my face in his chest.
"Oh.. you are crazy." He lifted my skirt, little by little, until he saw my pink panties. He sucked in a deep breath, and touched them. I pushed forward, wriggling. His finger dipped under my underwear and his breathing skipped as he found how wet I was. Playing with my clit, he nudged my shirt up and kissed my breasts, licking them.
"Professor..!" He smiled and kissed my upper lip.
"Too late for "professor", no?" And he slid a finger into me.
"Oh!"
"Do you like that?" He grinned and licked my lip. twirling my breast. I concentrated on breathing.
"Talk to me, baby."
"Mike..I like it."
"I like what you like." And he pushed a second finger in. I moaned into his ear, whimpering.
"You are so, so wet, Anny..." He fingered me, rubbing my nipples and my clit, until his palm was entirely wet. He went down on one knee and parted my legs with his hands, and kissed my clit.
"Oh... Mike!" His licked me, flicking my clit and sucking on my lips, shoving his tongue into me. I arched my back, panting.
"I'm going to make love to you. Just like you want." He pulled his jeans off, kissing me. I kissed him back, moaning incoherently.
"It's okay, sweetheart, just wait.." He brushed the folds of my skirt aside, did the same with the crotch of my panties, and then I felt something warm and hard.
"Are you alright?" He asked, covering my face with kisses. I nodded. He pressed into me, moaning as we both felt me stretch around him.
"Argh, your pussy is so good." He did it slowly, still kissing me, hugging me close to him. "Do you feel it? My cock sliding arcoss the walls of your wet pussy?" I blushed, lost in his rhythm. Every thrust was gentle but breathtaking, until our moans got louder and i thrust back against him, and then he was ramming against me, whispering my name, and he shoved into me harder and faster. He grabbed my breasts and squeezed him,
I think I was moaning his name too, but I was only sure of my legs wrapped around his legs when I shouted and I came, hugged tight in his arms. He came when I was cumming, and I heard him call me his sweetheart.
We had some naughty times in college, and he thought I was beautiful, no matter how I dressed.
I finished school before we got married. We are still very much in love.
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