Pounding the Prof, Part 3
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After class, I headed straight back to my office, which was in the same building. I closed my door and sat down at my desk. I opened Grindr on my phone and read his message again.
"Damn, your ass looked good up there today. When can I tap it again?"
Okay, I thought, that removes any doubt about whether he is in my class. What the fuck do I do now?
I looked back at the pictures he'd sent of me getting fucked and sucking and started to get hard. Saturday night was damn hot! But it was also stupid. As much as I would love to have them fuck me again, I knew that I had to say no.
I composed a response on Grindr:
"The other night was really hot, but I don't think it's a good idea for us to hook up again. I didn't realize that you were one of my students, and there are rules against that. Sorry."
I thought about it for a second then hit send. I felt better having drawn a line. I set my phone down and opened my computer to respond to some emails. My phone buzzed, and I saw that I had a Grindr message from the guy.
"Prof, you can trust me. I'll keep it secret. As long as you keep a mask on, you won't even know who I am."
"It sounds hot," I wrote. "But I think it's a bad idea." Just thinking about it was getting me hard.
"I really want that ass, Prof. It was SO tite!"
"I have to say no. Sorry."
There was a pause, and then he sent another picture. This was another of me sucking him off, but in this one my face was even more clear. Looking at it, no one would have any doubt who I was.
"It would be a shame if these pictures got out," he wrote. "Do you really want everybody to know you suck your student's cocks?"
I felt my stomach drop and a wave of panic swept across me.
Then he added, "Let me do you again, and I promise I'll keep it on the DL."
Shit. I didn't know what to do. He could definitely get me in trouble with those pictures. It would be embarrassing if he spread them around. But worse, if he wanted to claim sexual harassment or something like that, he had the evidence -- even if it wasn't true!
"Let me come see you again tonight. I promise that I'll be good and keep your secret."
I felt like I didn't have any choice. I tried to think of a way out. But he had pictures. What could I do?
"What time?"
"How about 9?"
"Okay. See you then."
"Nah, you won't see me. I want you to wear the mask again. Better if you don't know who I am."
"That doesn't seem fair," I responded.
"Life's not fair dude," he wrote with a smile emoji. Then he added. "Plus if you don't know who I am, you don't know I'm your student, so it's all okay, right?"
"Okay. See you tonight at 9."
"Cool. Be in the position. ass up. head down. blindfolded. ready to get fucked."
"Okay."
I tried to do some more work at my desk, but I just couldn't concentrate. My mind kept going back to the predicament that I was in. I felt like I was caught, and I was a little panicked. But honestly, I was also turned on. I had a hard on that wouldn't go away. My mind started thinking back to the tag team action on Saturday, and then I started thinking about what might happen tonight.
I got up and checked to make sure that my office door was locked. I was in a modern building where the offices were very institutional, but at least my office was private with a solid door. I went back to my desk, unzipped and slipped my pants and boxer briefs down to my ankles. I opened my phone and looked at the photos he had sent, the original ones of him, the ones of his friend, and then the ones of me and them in action. I opened his profile and looked at the pictures he had posted there that showed an amazing body. I jerked off looking at all of these shots and thinking with anticipation about his coming over again tonight. I knew it was a huge mistake, but damned if I didn't want him to fuck me again anyway.
I unbuttoned my shirt and slipped it off so that I was sitting at my desk naked except for the pants around my ankles. I started focusing on the idea of his fucking me and pumping another raw load up my ass, and pretty soon I felt my own load building up in my balls. I tried to back off so that I could enjoy the moment, but it was too late. I shot a huge load all over my chest. I sat there for a minute catching my breath. I realized that I didn't really have anything in my office to wipe up, so I slipped my shoes off and then my pants and boxer briefs and used the briefs to wipe up. There was a little drip of cum on the tip of my cock, so I took it up on my finger and tasted it. I smiled to myself, thinking it just might be a really fun night.
I pulled up my pants, going commando now, buttoned my shirt back on, and slipped back on my shoes. I stuck my cum-soaked boxer briefs into my backpack, packed up my computer and a couple of books, and headed home.
When I got home, I couldn't concentrate any more than I had at work. I opened my computer and tried to prepare for classes, but my mind kept wandering, so I decided to go for a run. I dressed in shorts and t-shirt, grabbed my iPhone and earbuds, stretched a little, then headed out from my apartment. I ran a route I had found that summer that I liked. It took me down to a river, on a path along the bank for a couple of miles, then circled back to my apartment through a residential neighborhood. I listened to some great tunes and pushed myself hard, and by the time I got back, I was breathing hard and dripping in sweat. I stretched outside then headed up to my apartment and showered. I started to get dressed then decided to just stay naked. I turned on CNN, heated up some leftover Chinese in the microwave, and ate at the kitchen counter while watching the news, my naked ass on a bar stool. I turned on my laptop and logged on the classroom software that my university used. I looked at the photos of the students in my class and tried to figure out who might be the ones who had come over to fuck me.
At about 8:45 my phone buzzed. "You ready?" he messaged me.
"Yup," I messaged back.
I went to the bathroom and brushed my teeth and used some mouth wash. I started to get hard as I headed to my room, thinking about what was to come. I got on the bed and then remembered to go open the door so that he could get in. Then I headed back, slipped on the mask, and lay on the bed on my stomach.
A minute later, I heard the door open and the guy walking in. I heard him enter my room, his shoes dropping off, and his clothes falling onto the floor. He walked over and ran a hand softly across my ass. Then he slapped it hard with a loud smack.
"You ready, Prof?" he asked.
"Yup," I said.
I felt him climb on the bed at my front and touched his dick to my lips.
"Get me nice and hard," he said.
I licked my tongue out to taste his semi-soft cock. I licked around the head and under the foreskin, and he immediately started to get harder. I took the head of his cock in my mouth and curled my tongue around it, and I felt him get instantly rock hard. I moved my mouth down the shaft, and he started to push in. After a few times up and down, I did a deep dive and took him into my throat until I gagged. I pulled off then did another deep throat until I gagged again.
"Fuck, that feels good," he moaned.
I kept sucking him. Since no one was on my ass unlike last time, I sat down so that I could run my hands over his hard body. I felt his flat stomach, ran my hands over his toned arms, then grabbed his bare butt and pulled his cock deep into my throat. As I deep throated him again, I felt him reach down my back and play with my ass. There's almost nothing I love more than a guy reaching his hand to my ass when I'm sucking him, because I know it means he's gonna fuck me. The anticipation makes me shiver with excitement. I felt a drop of pre-cum dripping from my rock hard cock.
"Let me have a crack at that ass, Prof," he said.
He pulled his dick out of my mouth, climbed off the bed, then climbed back on behind me. I went back to my original position, face down ass up. He rubbed his hard cock up and down my ass crack a few times, then I heard him grab the lube and a second later, his wet cock was pushing against my hole. It popped in pretty easily this time, and I relaxed as he eased it inside me.
"F-u-c-k," he moaned. "That is so fucking good, man."
He pulled out a little bit then eased his cock back in a little deeper, then out, then back in until he was balls deep in my ass. He grabbed my hips and started moving in an out slowly.
"Shit, you got a nice ass. You feel so fucking good."
He started to pick up his pace. Last time, he'd been pretty quiet as he fucked me, but this time he kept up a running commentary. Talking quietly in a sexy voice, pausing between thrusts. "Watching you in class today in those tight pants, I couldn't get my mind off of how hot your ass is. I new I had to have you again. Your ass is mine now, Prof. Imma use this all the time. So fucking hot."
He stopped talking, and his thrusts got faster and harder. "I'm gonna breed your fucking ass now and make you my bitch, Prof."
He pushed into me hard and held.
"Fuck! Shit!" I could feel his cock pumping his seed deep inside me. "Take my nut, bitch."
After pumping six or seven times into me, he held me to him for a long moment. Then he started pumping again. "I'm not done with this ass," he said. He was still as hard as ever, and with his cum as extra lube, my ass was totally opened up now.
He pulled out. "Flip on your back," he said. I did as I was told, rolled over onto my ass and lifted my legs up. He climbed off the bed, grabbed my legs and pulled me back to the edge of the bed. Then in a single thrust, he drove his cock back deep inside me. In this position, he could go deeper, and that first thrust made me jump back a bit.
"Don't run away from me, bitch" he said and pulled me back hard into him. He started to pump in and out, getting a bit deeper with each thrust. Pretty soon he was slapping his balls hard against my ass, with my legs pulled up over his shoulders. His pounding moved us forward with each thrust, and soon he climbed on the bed and bent my legs further down. After one deep thrust, he leaned his body down against mine and kissed me. I was surprised, but I quickly opened my mouth and let his tongue inside. He stayed there with his dick buried deep inside and made out with me aggressively for probably five minutes. Then, still kissing me passionately, he started slowly moving his hips again, pulling in and out.
"Tell me you're my bitch," he whispered in my ear.
"I'm your bitch," I whispered back.
He kept his body pressed flat against mine, his face touching mine, as he worked in and out of my ass.
"Tell me you love my cock," he said.
"I love your cock," I repeated. "Fuck, I really do love your cock."
I started really pushing up into him as he pushed down so that his cock went even deeper. He kissed me deeply as we got into a rhythm of his thrusting and thrusting and my pushing back. He was really hitting my spot, and I started moaning loudly with each thrust. As he hit my button with his cock, I could feel the orgasm building up in my balls. My whole body started to tense up. I pulled out of the kiss and pushed my head back, moaning loudly and feeling the ecstasy sweep across my body.
"That's it prof. Let me see you nut!"
He reached his hand down between our bodies and touched my cock, and I instantly exploded in one of the best orgasms I'd ever experienced. My cock shot squirt after squirt of cum on our bellies and chests. He went back in for the kiss, and with a deep thrust, I could feel him explode inside me again.
"Fuck! Fuck!" he panted into my ear as I felt his cock squirt his load in me again and again. Then he collapsed on me, with his dick still planted deep inside me. We were both spent, both covered in sweat and cum. He just lay there with his full weight on top of me for a few minutes. I felt his cock twitch inside me several times as he calmed down and caught his breath. Then he lifted himself up and slowly pulled out of my ass.
"I gotta get cleaned up," he said.
"If I can take my mask off, I can get you a towel," I said tentatively. I wanted to see him. I wanted to know who was making my ass feel so amazing.
He paused for a long moment then said, "Alright." He reached over and lifted the mask up onto my forehead himself, and I blinked as my eyes adjusted to the light.
I took him in for the first time as he stood before me, and DAMN was he FINE! He was probably about 6 feet, caramel skin, amazing toned body. He definitely looked Latino and he clearly played sports of some kind, because he was thin but very toned. He had an amazing V of muscle that went down from his flat belly to his crotch. And his cock, even flacid, hung half-way down to his knees.
"Nice!" I said
He got a slightly cocky smile on his face. "You like what you see?"
"Very much," I said. I only slightly recognized him. I realized that he was one of the kids who came to class in hoodie and hat and baggy sweats, so I wouldn't have been aware of his body at all.
He leaned into me again and kissed me, and I kissed him back and pulled him back onto me. We lay there on the bed holding onto one another and kissing deeply and passionately, our sticky bodies rubbing together until I felt him get hard again. Without breaking our kiss, he raised my legs up and situated himself so that his cock was at my ass. Then slowly slid himself back inside. Very slowly he started to move in and out as we kissed and felt each other's bodies with our hands. Gradually he picked up his pace. The kiss broke off, and I used my hands to pull him hard into me. He stared intensely into my eyes, and I saw that he had beautiful dark brown eyes with long eyelashes. He smiled slightly and watched my face as he started fucking me hard and steady, driving his dick deep inside me, bumping against my body with a slap, over and over, driving his dick up my now-loose hole. Again and again he fucked me, holding my legs up so that he could drive into me and never turning his face away from mine. Finally, after probably fifteen minutes, just as my ass was starting to get sore, he tensed up, grunted, and shot a third load in my ass. This time he pulled out quickly and stood up.
"Your ass is mine now, Prof," he said. "I'm gonna tap that ass every night if I can."
I looked up at him. "I don't even know your name."
"Nathan," he said and smiled. "Show me where your shower is. I need to clean up."
I got up and led him to the bathroom next to my room. He followed a few paces behind. I reached in and turned on the water and adjusted it to the right setting. I felt to see that it was hot, and he stepped up behind me and pressed his body against mine.
"You're a hot prof, you know? And we're gonna have a lot of fun."
He stepped around me into the shower and I pulled the curtain closed. I moved to grab a towel for him. "Get in," he said, and pulled the curtain back. I got in, and he made room for me so that we were side-by-side in the jet of warm water. He grabbed the soap and started to soap my chest and then my belly and then to my crotch. He soaped up my ass and stuck his finger just a little ways inside. Then he stopped so that I could rinse off and handed me the soap. I soaped him up in the same way, with him never taking his eyes off me. He rinsed himself off, and we stood there in the hot shower for a while. Finally, he took my head in his and kissed me.
"You gonna let me come back tomorrow?" he asked. I just nodded my assent.
I turned off the water and stepped out. I grabbed two towels as he stepped out. I handed one to him and then started to dry him off starting at the top. He had a nice full head of thick brown hair that I carefully dried. Then I ran the towel down his body, between his legs, and down to his feet. He took the other towel and dried me in the same way. Then he leaned in and kissed me.
"I gotta get going." He walked to the bedroom and started to pull his clothes back on -- sweatpants, a hoodie, a baseball cap pulled low. He looked over at me and smiled.
"Give me your cellphone number," he told me. "I wanna be able to get in touch with you." I gave it to him, and he texted me so that I would have his. "Hey," the text said. He kissed me one more time, then walked out of the bedroom. "I know the way out," he said. I stayed there still naked standing in the middle of my room. I heard the front door open and close, and he was gone.
I shook my head in disbelief at what had happened. I walked to the kitchen and got a glass of water and drank it. I looked at the clock and saw that it was 11. I set the glass down on the counter, turned off the lights in the living room, and headed back to my bedroom. I climbed in and turned out my bedside light, ready to go to bed, but as I thought about the night, I started to get hard again. I now knew his name -- Nathan. And I had three of his loads up my ass. Thinking about his cream swim around inside of me made me rock hard, so I started to play with myself. I slowly toyed with my cock as I recalled moment by moment the amazing sex we'd had. He had such nice soft lips and he kissed so intensely. I loved a top who kissed. I loved the way he mixed tenderness with authority, kissing me one minute than calling me his bitch the next. His dick felt so nice up inside me. And his body against mine was amazing. I was in no rush to cum as I played with myself and thought about Nathan, but after maybe twenty minutes of edging myself, I felt the cum starting to rise up in my balls, an orgasm starting to build...
And then I heard a knock on my front door.