Even though I am an avid lover of V9, in a way it has always been a little bit of a fantasy world for me. I talk to people on our pleasant little site but i never really had any intention of meeting the actual members face to face. And I positively did not expect my one English professor to be a member like myself, but I guess life is full of surprises. My one English professor had us read poems aloud in class, and I always volunteered. I liked reading aloud, it soothed me, and it made everyone hear the poem the way i heard it in my head.
One day in class I wasn't feeling my best. But he called for me to read even though my hand wasn't up. As i read the words off the page it occurred to me that the word Always kept popping up. Automatically i thought of my V9 name and slightly panicked. But i hid it and finished the poem. At the end of class as we were all walking out he called for me to stay a minute. When i approached him he asked if i was okay, and that he noticed that i seemed a little down. For a guy in his fifties, he wasn't bad looking at all. He had a barrel of a chest and strong arms. Though his hair was gray it fell to his shoulders and made his brown eyes stand out. The goatee gave him a mature bad boy look that i was certain that other female students had noticed as well. The fact that he cared about his students individually just added to the charm.
"How are you Cass? You doin ok?" He patted the seat beside him and i took it, shrugging off my satchel. "Well?" he asked again.
I smiled and gave him my signature answer, "I'm Always fine, professor." Something lit up in his eyes, and i sensed danger.
"Always...Always fine, Always reading...Alwayswanting?"
I froze. Oh Shit. The first thing I Thought was 'how was this going to affect my college life? Could i get academic probation?...Is he going to black mail me?' I opened my mouth to speak, ready to deny everything when he held up his hand to stop me.
"I've read your fantasies, Cass, and I have to say, you're an extremely gifted writer. I didn't ask you to stay after to black mail you, on the contrary. I'd like you to meet me for coffee this evening. I am a big fan of your writing and would love to ask you some questions...an exclusive interview with one of V9's hottest authors." His flattery made me blush and i agreed to meet him at 8 o clock at the coffeeshop next to campus.
As i was getting ready for our 'date' I took time picking out my clothes. I picked out a vivid red v-neck t-shirt with dark blue skinny jeans and black high heels. Before i stepped into the shop i was a little nervous, but i steadied my nerves, and pushed open the door. He was was already there, sitting at a table with two coffee mugs. Seeing me, he stood up and waved me over.
"I'm glad you came, i was worried you wouldn't. I hope you don't mind but i ordered this for you, you seem like a girl with a sweet tooth." I laughed and told him I was. True to his word, he asked me his questions. Where did i get my inspiration? Are any of them true? Do i ever try to act them out?
With my voice lowered, I answered all of his questions, some with incredible detail and by the time our mugs were empty, i could tell he was aroused, and so was I.
"I'm going to be honest with you Cass, You're a very attractive girl, and one of my most talented students. I have always been professional with my students...but there's something about you. If you don't want to i understand, but would you want to come back to my place?"
I let the question sink in, and after a minute i smiled and said, "I'd love to." The car ride was short, but it seemed to take forever. His hand rubbed my leg and i threw my hand into his lap, feeling his cock already hard. I ran my fingertips up and down the tented fabric of his jeans and felt him jump. I hadn't even realized that the car was in park until he unbuckled his seatbelt and reached for me, pulling me into his lap and devouring me with a kiss. I gripped his hair and kissed him greedily back, grinding my ass into his crotch. When he lifted me out of the car my head began to spin but luckily his bedroom wasnt too far from the front door.
I had never been with an older man before, this was completely different for me but his kisses had no age, neither did his hands. They were strictly male and they knew exactly how to touch a woman. He ripped off my shirt and attacked my neck, sucking and biting down to my breasts. My hands found the buttons down the the front of his shirt and pulled, ripping it off. He ferociousness in turn made me ferocious and i felt myself become this untamed sexual creature.
When he licked, i bit, when he thrust, i bucked. It was amazing how he could handle every move my body made and was somehow able to challenge it.
And when he stopped abruptly to lick my pussy for a really long time, i almost lost consciousness from the bliss. He was so selfless, so giving, that when i tried to move to suck his cock, he wouldn't allow it. But instead kept his gracious tongue between my legs until i moaned and screamed his name into his pillows. Not until then did he come up to kiss me and slide his all hard cock into me again.
Breathless and sated, we layed together in an exhausted heap, neither of us ready to break the silence yet. As the strength slowly seeped back into my body, i giggled, and rolled out of bed.
"What are you doing?" he asked, propping himself up on his elbows.I picked up my clothes and started putting them on.
"Don't worry, i know that professor's can lose their tenure if they get caught with a student. It's totally fine. If you want to do this again, I'd love to, but for now, i think i should go, don't worry, ill catch a cab." He went to get out of bed but i put my hand on his chest and kept him down. "I'm a big girl, don't worry. And no, i don't expect you to call or ask me after class if you dont want to." I kissed him goodnight, and as i walked out the dear, leaving him speechless, i said, "Have a good night professor."
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