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The sweet taste of wine lingered in my mouth as I worked into the late hours of the night. Grading papers was a bitch. I recently graduated from college, and at the age of 24, I was already teaching high school English in a small town in Oklahoma that I had never even heard of prior to the job offer.

I’d been there for a few months already. It was taking a lot of time to get acclimated since I came from a big city. I’ll admit, the school wasn’t exactly what I had in mind, but I can’t complain. It was just the first step on my career path to my larger goal. For now, I got to teach bratty teenagers who couldn’t care less about what I was saying. That attitude was clearly reflected in their work too. The whole process was exhausting.

“You’d think by senior year these kids would learn the difference between ‘your’ and ‘you’re,'” I said aloud to no one in particular as I corrected what seemed to be the tenth paper of the elementary mistake. It was pretty quiet around my apartment. I needed to get a pet of some sort to keep me company. I sure as hell wasn’t going to find a boyfriend around here. That’s for sure.

Finally, around 12:30am, I called it quits for the papers. They were just too much to deal with at that point on top of the fuzziness I was feeling from the wine. In fact, the buzz was probably swaying my grading, but they were still awful. I made my way to my bedroom and crashed on my bed. It was like the weight of the world had been lifted from my shoulder when my head hit the pillow. My body was aching. I let out a deep sigh and eventually grabbed my phone to scroll through social media. After a while, some porn popped up on my feed. I paused and watched as a man’s cock pressed against a twink’s tight little hole until his head popped in. My own hole twitched at the sight, and it was in that moment that I realized how long it had been since I last had sex.

It didn’t take long from there for me to pull my own dick out and start stroking all 7 inches. I quickly got some lotion and moaned at the feeling of it lubing up my cock. After watching this twink get his ass pounded for about two minutes, I couldn’t take another second. I downloaded that stupid app again. You know the one.

My profile was exactly as I had left it. My main photo was of me and my friend, angled just right so that you could see my sculpted ass. I worked hard in the gym to keep up a nice body, but my butt stole the spotlight.

I glanced through my old nudes. The one I was most proud of was one an ex took. It was shot on a professional camera. I was on all fours with my back as arched as it could be, in nothing but my favorite maroon jockstrap. My hole was beautiful in that picture. I’ll admit it. That nude had gotten me laid many times.

I started looking at the nearby profiles, knowing that nothing was going to be around. I checked when I first moved here, and the only attractive guy was 50 miles away. I honestly didn’t know what I was expecting that night. I scrolled aimlessly until someone caught my attention, or at least, my dick’s attention.

Usually torso pictures are a turn off because I like to know what a guy looks like before talking to him. Maybe it was the alcohol that lowered that standard though, because this one got to me. I inspected further into his bio.

He was 18, 6’0, toned build, and his ‘about me’ section just said to message him. I guess I was really horny because I slipped a finger lower past my taint to lightly touch my hole as I checked out his chest and abs.

‘Hey,’ I sent. Thankfully, not much time at all passed by before he replied.

‘Sup,’ he said.

‘Not much. Just hanging around my place, drinking a bit. You?’

‘Looking for some ass’

That was another thing that usually turned me off. If I was looking for sex, I’d at least want to ease into the conversation, but my dick was taking charge. I was obviously insanely horny because just that message got me to pop my digit in a knuckle deep. Before I knew it, I sent him the nude that I knew would get his attention the most.

‘Like this one?’ I said, and by then, I was fully fingering myself.

‘Mmmmm damn’

‘You like?’

‘You tell me,’ he responded and sent his own picture. It was beautiful. His cock was long and thick. Veins popped out and contoured it in all the right places. His balls hung heavy too, ready to be cradled. And he had just enough pubic hair for my taste.

‘Fuck meeeee’

‘Don’t mind if I do’

‘What’re you into?’

‘I like to be in charge. I’m dom I guess. Also into spanking, anon, sloppy blowjobs, stuff like that,’ he sent. I audibly moaned. I don’t think I’d been that hungry for sex in a very, very long time. In that moment, I didn’t need to know anymore.

‘You sound perfect. Wanna come over?’ I asked. The seconds felt like hours before he responded. I needed him in me instantly.

‘Sure. What’s your address?’ He said after what felt like an hour but in reality, was only a few minutes. My heart jumped out of my chest. I immediately sent him my apartment alanya escort complex and number.

‘The door’s unlocked. I’ll be in the bedroom waiting for you,’ I sent.

‘Be there in 15,’ he answered. I jumped up and tore my clothes off. I tossed them to the side and rummaged through my underwear drawer to find that perfect maroon jock that I love so much. I slipped it on for the first time in forever, and savored the feeling. I loved the way the straps were snug right up under my cheeks. My dick did not want to fit into the fabric in front, but I managed.

I crawled back onto my bed, just about naked and sat my wine glass on my bedside table. I got on all fours and then dropped my head down into a pillow, so that I couldn’t see anything. My ass was facing my door so it’d be the first thing he saw when he got there.

Looking back on it, I should have asked him for a face picture like I always do. I had no idea what was in store for me.

~~~

Jesus Christ! I was just laying in bed, jerking off like just about every 18 year old does at midnight when I get a message. And said message comes from none other than Mr. Matthews! My goddamn English teacher!

At first I didn’t know what to do. Do I block him? I quickly decided to not do that. Mr. Matthews may be kind of an ass of a teacher, being hard on us for no fucking reason, but he was hot. No one could deny that. There have been many times I’d just stare at his ass in class as he lectured about who even knows what.

I responded to him and since he didn’t know it was me, thanks to my faceless torso pic, I could probably get some nudes out of him at least. Things happened so quickly though.

Before I knew it, I was stroking my cock to my teacher’s ass. It was just so nice. Much better than anyone I’ve ever been with. Then, he asked me over to fuck him in like, no time. I hesitated, but sometimes you just gotta say, ‘Fuck it.’ Literally.

I threw on some basketball shorts and a tank and snuck out. I drove to his apartment complex, and the whole drive there, my cock was throbbing at the thought of stuffing his ass.

I slowly creaked the door to his place open and took in the sight. It was pretty bare. There was a tv, a couch, a coffee table. I noticed a stack of papers on his kitchen table and knew mine was in the mix somewhere. The only room that was lit up was his bedroom. I couldn’t quite see in, but I knew he was there. Probably waiting with his hole ready. I smirked. I was about to make Mr. Matthews my bitch.

I walked up to the doorway to see my English teacher ready to be fucked. It was so fucking hot. I’ve seen him so much at school that this made it oh so much better. His ass was even better in person. It was round, smooth, and his hole was visibly tight. I knew I was gonna stretch him out.

I approached him slowly. The power dynamic between us had completely flipped, and it was honestly getting to me already. I reached out and felt his right cheek. The first contact brought a light moan out of him and made everything way more real. I checked him out thoroughly, making sure to get a good look. I rubbed his skin, thinking of the times I actually hated him because of his coursework.

Out of nowhere, I spanked his ass. It was hard too. I didn’t really plan it either. I think it came from the frustrations of his class and how he acted sometimes. The initial smack stung my palm and left his cheek red. He let out a cry. I watched him grip his pillow and push his face down harder. All it would take is for him to glance back to realize he’s invited over his student to dominate him. I had to get him hooked on me first before he could see my face.

I spanked him again. This time it wasn’t quite as hard but still left a resonant smack. Those cheeks jiggled a bit and my cock pulsed in response. He cried out again. I rubbed his reddened cheeks to soothe the pain. My thumb ran from his taint and up his crack. I pressed against his hole. Nothing could shake the image of him lecturing us from my brain. I saw him writing on the whiteboard as I pushed against his entrance.

“Oh fuck,” he moaned lightly into his pillow. I was so fucking hard. My dick was straining against my underwear and shorts. It took everything in me not to whip it out and fuck him right there. I wanted to take my time here. I ran my hands all over his naked body to feel his sexy figure. I touched his sides, his back, his shoulders, his calves, his inner thighs.

Eventually, I squat down and hugged his legs so that my face came down near his beautiful butt. I took in the moment of my face being right by my teacher’s hole. Students only dream of this kind of stuff. I couldn’t get over it!

That’s when I did it. I just dove right in. My mouth was suddenly going 90 miles per hour on his hole. My tongue ate his ass as if it were the only water for miles in the middle of the desert. I flicked and licked and prodded. I spread his cheeks apart with my hands to get even deeper. Eating ass had never been so good. I pushed my head in harder so artvin escort that his head pushed against the headboard of his bed.

Moans started pouring out of him. He sounded like a damn porn star because he was enjoying it so much. His whines were so hot. I never knew Mr. Matthews was such a slut. I watched him writhe as I rimmed his hole.

“Oh god, that feels so good. Please don’t stop,” he whined into his pillow. Clearly it had been a while since he had gotten his ass eaten properly. I indulged him. I ate his ass some more, feeling his sphincter start to loosen itself up. I could tell his body wanted more than just a tongue poking around down there.

Finally, I removed my mouth from his ass and slipped a finger inside. I could feel how tight he was even on just my index. It was nice and warm inside of him. At that point, my dick was aching. He moaned out long and hard. I wiggled it around a bit as I stood up. I grabbed him by the waist and pulled him to the edge of his bed. His face remained buried in a pillow.

I pressed my hard on against his hole through my shorts. At the very touch, he pressed his ass back even harder. He was craving cock. Badly.

“Fuck me,” he cried out, begging for it.

“You have to suck it first, slut,” I said forcefully.

~~~

That voice. I knew that voice from somewhere. I had been in so much ecstasy that I let my mind shut off for a bit. It was as if I was in Heaven. The guy knew how to eat ass, knew how to spank a guy to the right extent, and knew how to tease me. I could tell that I was leaking an insane amount of precum. It was definitely coming through the fabric of my jock.

That all halted when he spoke. I tried to concentrate on what he said, and I froze. He stood there waiting for my response. A light breeze blew against my wet hole, and it reminded me of how badly I wanted to be fucked. Then, I heard it.

“This shit is so stupid. I’m not doing it,” Cole had said one day in class about the homework assignment I had handed out. He didn’t even try to say it under his breath. I sent him to the office over it. He ended up doing the homework. He failed it, but he did it. That’s who had just told me to suck his cock.

I didn’t want to look up. I really didn’t. I just wanted to stay there and get fucked and not know who it was, but that wasn’t going to happen at this point.

I picked my head up from my pillow and let my eyes adjust to the light. I turned around, still on all fours with my back arched to see my student standing at the end of my bed. My heart may as well have stopped there. I fucked up.

“Cole,” was all I could manage to get out. He stood there with a shit eating smirk on his face. I couldn’t help but notice the huge bulge coming from his crotch as well. I’ll admit, my dick remained hard at that moment.

“Mr. Matthews,” he responded with a cool, even tone. I could feel my face turning bright red. I took in what was happening and what could potentially happen if anyone ever found out.

I jumped up from my bed and realized he could still see my bulge and huge cum stain. I tried covering it with my hands, but I was still fucking naked in front of my student. I suddenly couldn’t even look him in the eye. I got so into it and dirty already.

“I think you should go…,” I began.

“Mr. Matthews. I said to suck my fucking cock,” he said, accenting each word. His face was as straight as could be. I looked at him, knowing what the right thing to do was. He stood there expectantly and crossed his arms. His energy was so in control. I remained frozen.

“We shouldn’t be—,” I tried to say, but he held up his hand to cut me off.

“Ah ah ah. Suck my cock. And don’t make me tell you again, slut,” he repeated. I gulped. God I wanted him. And clearly he wanted me too, right? I clenched my jaws and stared at his crotch. I’d seen it already in a picture, and it was so nice. It was also the best option for miles upon miles. And GOD was I horny.

I slowly let my hands fall away from my crotch so that he could see just about everything. I turned around and grabbed the wine from my bedside table. I downed the rest of the glass in one. I couldn’t be sober for the experience; especially since I really, really, really shouldn’t be doing it. I faced him once more and slowly took a step towards him.

“No,” he said abruptly. I looked at him confused. I opened my mouth to ask a question, but he beat me to it.

“Did I say you could walk, slut? Crawl,” he ordered. Cole had clearly had experience in this kind of stuff. After consenting to sex with my student, I may as well do whatever he tells me to.

I swallowed again, still a bit uneasy about the whole situation. I slowly lowered myself down til my knees hit the floor. The carpet tickled my kneecaps as my hands went down too. I stared at the ground as I began to crawl towards him. I felt so vulnerable being naked since he was still fully clothed.

It felt like I had crawled a mile by the time I reached his feet. I looked at his burdur escort sneakers and couldn’t help but remember him in class. English was his last period of the day, and he always came from gym. Then, he had football practice after school, so he didn’t see a point in showering. Anytime I walked by him, I could smell that teenage musk. There was a time too when I swear I caught a whiff of his balls when he sat with his legs open one day. He was such a little prick of a student. He always had an attitude, never put effort into his work, and interrupted other students’ learning. There had been plenty of times when I had to be the bad guy and discipline him. And now… now I was at his mercy.

He simply held out his foot, and I knew in my gut what to do. I reached out and untied his shoe. I slipped it off. I gently took his sock off too. I did the same for the other foot. I looked up at him and saw him looking down on me with that big smirk on his face. He knew he had power over me, and I knew he wanted revenge.

I lowered my face all the down and kissed the top of his right foot. I kissed the same spot on the left. I really didn’t have a foot fetish or anything like that, but it seemed like the right thing to do. I heard him chuckle a bit as I did but didn’t dare look up. Instead, I watched as he flexed his toes. I knew what he wanted.

I parted my lips and closed my eyes. I’d never done this before. I put Cole’s big toe in my mouth and wrapped my lips around it. I held it there for a moment before using my tongue to lick it. I was sucking his toe. I was sucking my student’s toe. I took it out after a minute.

“That’s a good slut. Get between each of my toes with that tongue,” he ordered, and I obeyed.

I stuck my tongue out and shoved it in between each one of his long toes. It left a bitter taste in my mouth. My tongue had to run over sweat, callouses, and bumps. It was humiliating. I could only think of what the other students would think if they saw me right now, or even worse, my colleagues. I tried to push the thought from my mind as I tried to get the entire end of his foot in my mouth at once. He wiggled his little piggies around in my mouth and pulled out. His foot was shiny with my spit. I couldn’t believe that I had just done that. I did the other foot just as thoroughly, and it was just as embarrassing.

I could feel my knees getting raw already from the carpet, but I knew I was far from off of them. Once I felt his feet were taken care of, I moved on. Something inside of me told me I couldn’t go straight to his cock though. Instead, I French kissed my way up his shin. I felt some of his leg hair catch in my teeth, but I kept going. I kissed up to his knees more and more desperately. I let my kisses go up to the bottom of his thigh, right before his shorts ended. I used my nose to move the fabric of his shorts up an inch, but he took a fistful of my hair and stopped me.

“You’re quite the fucking whore, aren’t you Mr. Matthews?” Cole said, tightening his grip on my hair. It stung so bad.

“Yes,” I squeaked out.

“I wanna hear you say it,” he said, leaning down to look me in the face. I had no choice but to comply.

“I’m a fucking whore, Cole,” I responded, using more of my chest to speak.

“It’s not ‘Cole’ tonight, bitch. You can call me ‘sir,'” he said.

“Yes, sir,” I replied, and that’s when I felt his hand release my hair. I collapsed forward onto my hands once more, recovering.

“Good boy. Now take my shorts off,” he ordered.

I got back up to my knees and looked up at him again. If we’re being honest, I loved being dominated and the fact that the one dominating me tonight was one of my worst students really got me going.

I reached up and slowly hooked my fingers in his shorts’ waistband. He wasn’t wearing underwear. His skin was so soft as I pulled them down slowly. I first revealed the base of his cock and the pubic hair that surrounded it. I could smell it as soon as it was uncovered, and it was like a drug. I continued to pull down, and inch by inch, his dick was shown. It was even more beautiful in person that his picture. Once I got to the head, it finally flung out. I watched as it bounced in front of my face, and my jaw couldn’t help but fall open. His shorts fell to the ground, and he stepped out of them. I took in the sight of it, and my hole was practically begging for it.

“May I suck it, sir?” I asked, completely entranced.

“Yes, you may,” he replied.

I got closer and could feel his body heat radiating off of him, especially his crotch. I opened wide and got ever closer.

~~~

Mr. Matthews’ lips closed around the head of my cock, and I unintentionally let out a deep moan. His mouth was so soft. If you pinched me, I’m sure I’d wake up from the wildest wet dream. I cannot believe my English teacher sucked my fucking toes. Never in a million years would I have guessed that he was that kinky.

My eyes fluttered shut and my head dropped back as his soft lips enclosed around my shaft and took in more and more of me. His tongue licked the entire underside of my dick as it slowly snaked its way in. He was good at what he did; I’ll give him that. He grabbed onto the side of my thighs for stability as he sucked me off. I groaned even more and looked down at him.

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