Professor Remis Creamy Appetizer

I spent all afternoon getting ready for the big event. I washed and shaved everything, even my asshole. Who knows, maybe she's into that kind of stuff. Debating whether I should get her something, I stopped at the florist and got her a small bouquet. This is so corny, what am I doing... nevertheless, when I got to her place, I felt my heart pounding like crazy. As I rang on her apartment doorbell, I could feel fear and anxiety rush through my stomach.

"Come on up, the door's unlocked.", I faintly heard her voice through the speaker.

Every step felt heavier and heavier, like my body's telling me to go home. But I can't listen to it, not now. Even as I was staring at her door, this still didn't feel right. I knocked on the door and came in. There she was, standing in front of me. She had her hair in a messy bun, wearing a black satin shirt, a black skirt, and a pair of nylon stockings. I was just standing there, staring at her, imagining all the things I wanted to do to her.

- "You finally made it!", she said with a smile on her face. She must be aware at this point of the effect that it has on me.

- "Yeah, I finally made it. Here's some flowers I got you."

She stared at me for a few seconds and started laughing, slowly approaching me.

- "Oh my God, you shouldn't have! Don't waste your money on me, please. This is a lesson after all", she said and looked at me with a straight face. As she approached me, she took off my jacket and gently touched my arm.

"Have you been working out?", she said, trying to spark a more intimate conversation, even though it was clear to both of us I've never lifted a dumbbell in my life.

- "Oh, you know, carrying those groceries makes you strong.", I said and surprised myself how confident I was saying some bullshit like that.

- "Yeah, I bet. Come, let's go to the living room", she said as she took my hand.

Remi's apartment was amazing. She was a single woman in her 40s who was very business oriented. She had money and she wanted to show it. The living room was very modern, with a fluffy, brown carpet, wine red walls and sofa, and a large TV on the wall. There was a wine rack in the corner and a large dining table, made from some dark, luxurious wood. We sat on the sofa, and she poured us some wine.

- "So?", she asked calmly.

- "So... what?"

- "So, what happens now?"

I started sweating again. What does she mean by this? Is this all some kind of a trick? I'm overthinking this again.

- "Whatever you want, Professor.", I said and once again shocked both of us with my newfound confidence. I don't know where this is coming from, but it has to keep on coming.

- "That's the right answer Will. I know how you feel about me."

Stay calm Will, stay calm.

- "What do you mean?"

- "It's obvious. You're never paying attention, you always stutter when you speak to me, and honestly, I've noticed you get hard every time I walk past you."

If only she knew how much cum I've spilt dreaming of her, how many times I moaned her name in my pillow and stroked my dick so hard until it tripled in size.

- "Uhm... uh..."

- "Shush. If it bothered me, I wouldn't have called you here tonight."

She drank some wine and curled up next to me on the sofa. Her smell was so strong I could see my lustful fantasies flash before my eyes.

"The thing is... I kind of like the fact that someone is so obsessed with me. It makes me feel hot for some reason. Plus, I like the fact that it's taboo. You know, the student and the teacher. A bit cliché for a literature professor, but hey, everyone has a fantasy."

As I stared dumbly, she drank some more wine and continued:

"Tell me, do you think about me when you're... alone?"

I could feel it again. My dick getting bigger in my pants, getting sensitive. I just hope I don't burst even before we start.

- "Well... sometimes... actually, all the time. Multiple times a day."

- "Oh yeah? Tell me... have you thought about me today?"

She started going with her finger over my chest, slowly making circles as she was getting closer to me.

- "Yeah... I have."

- "What did you think about?"

- "About this. About how I want to fuck you... in every possible position."

She just stared at me, slowly circling over my chest when she started going lower. Her red fingernails felt like feathers teasing me for what seemed like an eternity.

- "Oh... then we're on the same page.", she said as she leaned over my crotch.

She slowly unbuttoned her shirt, exposing her big, firm tits. They were beautiful. Soft and warm, dotted with thin blue veins. Her nipples were looking at me, calling me to lick them and caress them. As she leaned to unbuckle my pants, her ass and feet rose up. Stockings are one of my biggest fetishes, and seeing Remi in dark, tight stockings, outlining her beautiful legs shot a bolt of arousal through my body. She finally took of my pants and started gently touching my dick over my underpants.

- "You don't know what I'm capable of.", she said and looked me up in the eyes.

She took of my underpants and my hard dick jumped out like an animal released from a cage.

- "Oh, someone's a big boy!", she said and smiled devilishly while she breathed her warm breath on my dick. I couldn't believe this was actually happening. I closed my eyes, getting ready for the moment she takes it in her mouth, and it happened. I could feel the warm, wet feeling of Professor Remi's mouth enveloping my dick like a glove. I never felt anything like it. As her pink, soft lips went up and down on my dick, I moaned so hard my voice rang through her apartment like a roar. She just kept going, sucking it gently yet ferociously, sometimes taking a pause to lick my cleanly shaven balls. She wasn't afraid to get messy. Her spit was flowing all over me, sliding down my throbbing cock and testicles, reminding me of the fantasies in an almost poetic way, only this time she was real. As she kept sucking on my dick, I started playing with her ass, caressing it over the skirt and imagining how I'm going to tear up those stockings. Just as I felt my orgasm building up, she stopped. It was clear she knew what she's doing; her confidence was so fucking hot.

- "Take off my skirt.", she said as she stood up with spit all over her mouth and eyes slightly red from vigorous banging. I listened to her and tried to take it off as fast as possible, when she let out an animalistic groan and ripped it herself. She immediately got back down and continued sucking me off. My dick was drowned in her spit, my tip was almost purple in color, and I could feel her lips sliding over every single vein. I started touching her ass, playing with it the best way that I could. She stopped once again, stood up and smiled:

- "Let me show you how to pleasure a woman."

She sat on the sofa and told me to kneel on the floor.

- "Tease me, don't give me the pleasure just yet. Play with me until I start begging you and then eat my fucking pussy."

I felt the pressure to perform, but I started kissing her around her neck. Her hands were guiding me, praising me like a dog whenever I would go a bit harder, sometimes giving her a soft bite. As I kissed her neck I touched and played with her tits, grabbing them harder every time she let out a moan. I've never felt something so soft and supple, and her nipples were hard and pointy, inviting me to suck on them. As I massaged one breast, I licked and sucked on the other.

- "Don't be afraid to get messy. I like it that way...", Remi whispered, letting me know her body is completely in my hands.

I slowly started kissing her lower and lower, with each kiss moving closer to her grooly pussy. When I got close to her clit, the sweet pleasure spot, I continued going down to her asshole. I could feel her breathing harder and harder, knowing that the ultimate pleasure is coming, yet every time it gets close, I move the finish line just a bit further. It drove her insane, yet she loved every second of it. Every time I'd get close to her swelled pussy lips, I'd gently move past them, going closer to them with every lick. Finally, as she grabbed my hair and pushed me toward her, I put my mouth over her oozing pussy and press it firmly with my tongue, finally giving her the sweet release she begged for. Professor Remi let out a deep, guttural moan and quivered hard. I continued licking her pussy, focusing on her throbbing clitoris, as I eventually put my fingers into her. Playing with her G-spot while messily licking her pussy made her eyes roll back and grool. She started grinding on my face faster and faster, taking the matter into her own hands. I felt her body shake, but this time it was stronger. She screamed like a magnificent beast and came all over me, spraying me with her loving juices. I don't know if it was grool or piss, but I selfishly ate it all up.

- "Oh my God... I didn't know you had it in you", she said, trying to catch her breath.

- "Yeah, me neither... but I'm not finished."

Remi looked at me as if she's seen a miracle and smiled, spreading her legs to welcome my throbbing cock into her wet, raw pussy. It was obvious she's put some thought into her style down there. She shaved her pubic hair in a landing strip, although it was far from that shape now that it's soaked. As I lay on her, she grabbed me around the neck and pulled me closer. My penis was pulsating, on the verge of exploding all over her tits and stomach. It waited for its turn to experience the pleasures Remi's experienced body can provide. I tried to put it in her, but it kept sliding off her wet lips. She gently laughed and grabbed my cock from underneath me, putting it in herself. The sensation of a wet pussy felt the closest to touching the face of a god. There's no way I'll be able to last more than a few pumps, yet I can't stop. I want to stay in her warm, moist embrace forever. When I first slid it in, she let out a long moan and looked deep into my eyes. Those eyes made me feel things before, only then did I have to wait until I got home to let out those feelings. This time, she is here to help me with that. I felt my balls shaking like crazy, penis throbbing and pulsating like it's going to explode. It felt so animalistic, slamming my whole body into her, with my hanging balls slapping her pussy with every fast swing. She moaned and moaned, kissing my ears and grabbing my back harder with each stroke. Right at that moment she whispered:

- "I want your hot cum. Now."

I let out a deep groan and felt my dick pulsating. It was as her command and dominance possessed my hot, tired body, like I was completely in her control. I shot ropes after ropes of my boiling sticky cum deep inside her pussy, and with each pulse she bit me harder and harder. I collapsed on top of her, not being able to move for some time, not wanting to move for some time, just so I can live in this moment a few seconds longer. When I finally got up, I felt my limp dick slowly sliding out of her wet vagina, clinging for those last moment of pleasure. Right when I took it out, I noticed my seed flow out of her, all over her sofa.

- "Oh shit, it's going to mess up the sofa!"

- "Don't worry about it. Everything can be cleaned.", she said and gave me a devilish smirk.

I was feeling dizzy, completely drained from energy and fluids. Never have I felt such pleasure in such a short period of time. It was at this moment I knew she owned me. I was completely in control, like her own pleasure toy that wanted to get used time and time again. I opened my eyes and saw her cleaning the sofa with her tongue. She knelt on the floor with my cum still flowing out of her and licked the sofa cushions sprayed with our liquids. The sight of her eating my sperm with such enthusiasm felt surreal, making my limp, inexperienced dick grow yet again, begging for another round of this wild fantasy.

- "It tastes even better this way.", she said and laughed, looking at me with my cum sliding down her mouth.

- "Want to try some straight from the tap?", I said, feeling like a new man after this ordeal.

- "Of course, did you think we're done? You haven't even seen the bedroom. I might have to warn you though; I'm a bit kinky. Hope you're okay with that."

I was ready. Whatever she had in mind, I was ready. She took my hand and led me to her bedroom. The sight of my cum still flowing down her legs made sure I'm ready for the main course.