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Subject: Pounding the Prof – Part 2 Pounding the Prof, Part 2 If you are financially able to do so, please consider donating to Nifty to keep this amazing resource going! fty/donate.html ************************************* I picked up the message on my sofa table and read it again. “Thanks for the tight ass. See you in class on Monday Prof Davis.” “Shit!!” I said aloud. I dropped down on the couch. “Shit.” I realized that I had been an idiot. I hadn’t really paid attention to the age of the guy in the profile when I responded. I hadn’t asked whether the guy was a student. I had just looked at his pictures and thought they were hot, so I’d invited him over. Shit. He had clearly recognized me. That must have been the little laugh I heard. They both must have recognized me. Which means they were students in my class. Shit. I panicked for a moment. But then I thought, okay, too late to worry about it now. It wasn’t like I was trying to seduce my students. It had certainly been consensual, and I hadn’t even know they were my students. Then it occurred to me that they knew who I was but I didn’t know who they were. How stupid of me. Would they tell other students? I took a deep breath and came to the conclusion that I couldn’t do anything about it, so why worry. I was sitting naked on the couch with an ass full of cum and realized that I should probably clean up. I went to the bathroom to shower off, but I decided to keep the loads in my ass. I loved the feeling of having raw loads up inside me. After I dried off, I went back to my bedroom. I’d gotten hard again thinking about the cum in my ass and the naughtiness of what I’d done, so I started to jerk off. I focused on how great it had felt to take a dick in both ends and to feel two loads shoot inside me. In no time, I shot a huge load of my own, the first shot hitting me squarely in the chin. I laughed to myself and realized that whatever else, the whole night had been an amazing turn on. It may have been stupid to sleep with students, but the sex had been great! Just as I was coming off the high of an amazing orgasm, my phone buzzed. I picked it up and found that the guy had sent istanbul travesti me a message. “Dude, that was amazing. Hope we can do it again soon.” Then next came two pictures, one taken by one of the guys while he was fucking me. It was hot, but not incriminating in any way. Just his torso, with his dick going in my ass, but nothing identifying. This was the black guy, who I could tell in the photo really did have an amazing body and a hot dick pushing into my ass. The second picture, though, was taken by the guy at my front, and it clearly showed my face sucking on his cock. You of course couldn’t see who he was, but even with the facemask, it was obvious that it was me chowing down on his cock. Shit. I didn’t even realize they’d taken pics. I wondered if they sent the photos just because they were hot, or if they wanted me to know that they had evidence. I realized now that I was clearly screwed, because not only had I fucked around with students, I now knew that they had photo evidence. But damn, the photos were hot. I looked at them again. From what I could see of their bodies, both guys were incredible hot. And the photos of my ass around a cock and my mouth around another were really hot photos. I found myself getting hard again. I reached around and put my finger up my ass to feel the cum still in there. I was rock hard, so I jerked off, thinking about these studs who had used me. Even though I’d just cum, I shot another load that puddled all over my stomach. I rubbed my hand in it a little, licked some cum off my finger, and I just lay there. I was so worn out from the great sex and the two orgasms that I fell asleep without even wiping up. ****************************** I woke up in the morning with dried cum all over my belly. I lay in bed for a few minutes picking at it absentmindedly and thinking about what had happened the night before. I was caught between excitement at the great hot anonymous sex and panic at having had sex with a couple of my students. (Were they both my students? I didn’t even know. How else would they have recognized me?) I checked my phone, but there weren’t any new Grindr messages istanbul travestileri from the guy. I flipped through some other messages and looked at some profiles but didn’t have much interest. I got up and showered and headed to the campus gym to work out. I wore my workout clothes there, so I headed straight to the weights. I pushed myself hard to try to clear my head, but I couldn’t help but glance around the weight room and wonder whether the guys I’d played with the night before were there. They had both clearly been athletes, given their lean muscular builds, so it wouldn’t be surprising if they’d been at the gym. I ran on the treadmill for half an hour, listening to tunes on my iPhone, all the while glancing surreptitiously around wondering whether the guys who had fucked me were there. At the end of my run, I stretched then headed back to my apartment. I spent the rest of the day getting ready for the week. I avoided the urge to look at Grindr, even as my mind kept going back to the events of the night before. My first class was at 10 the next morning. It was a large calculus class, with over 150 students enrolled. I assumed that whomever I’d hooked up with was in this class, because my other class was a small graduate math seminar, and I couldn’t imagine that any of the students in that were the likely culprits. I was inexplicably nervous as I got ready that morning. I have always kept my personal and professional lives completely separate. In grad school, I had a very active sex life. I had a few boyfriends, but I was a bit of a slut and loved fucking around with different guys. Most of my boyfriends and I had done three-ways or group scenes, and I’d never been very faithful to anyone. I could be versatile, but I really preferred bottoming. I loved the feeling of a cock pounding deep into my ass, and got fucked while I was in grad school as often as I could. But I had always kept that part of my existence completely separate from my work life. I had never dated anyone I knew from school. In fact, I didn’t even think about sex or sexuality at school. I had been a teaching fellow for several classes, and travesti istanbul I had completely blocked out any ideas about sex in dealings with students. I didn’t even think about which students were cute. They were off limits, so i just didn’t even think about them. But now suddenly here I was having slept with one or two of my students, and for the first time I really thought about the fact that I was standing in front of a class with all of these students watching me. I took more care than usual picking out clothes and getting dressed. I chose a pair of tight fitting slacks that gave me a good bulge in the front and a great ass in the back and a tight fitting button-down shirt that showed my build nicely. I went to my office and printed out my notes, then I got to class a little early and set up my computer. I scanned the students as they came in, and I realized that I really had no idea who the two guys could have been. The class was at least two thirds men, so that meant there were more than 100 guys they could be. The guy who’d messaged me I figured was either Latino or Asian, the other had been black. There were only 3 black guys, and as I scanned the class, I realized that I probably knew which of them it might be. One was had more of a football player build, not the lean build of the guy I’d seen in the picture. The other was very light skinned, too light to be my guy. Then again, I wasn’t even sure if the black guy I’d hooked up with was actually in my class or maybe just a friend of the guy who was. I was pretty sure that it was the black guy who had fucked me first, so it was the Latin (or Asian?) guy who’d recognized me. But there were probably 3 or 4 Latino guys and more than a dozen Asian guys in the class. Time for class started, so with some effort I put the Saturday night hook up out of my mind. I put formulas up on a writable screen, and students spoke up with answers and questions. I walked around the front of the class a bit and wrote a few things on the board. Plunging into teaching, I completely forgot my anxiety. The hour was done quickly and the class got up and shuffled out of the room. I gathered up my papers and computer and other supplies and packed them in my backpack. As I headed out of the room, my phone buzzed, telling me that I had a Grindr message. I opened it, and the message was from the guy. “Damn, your ass looked good up there today. When can I tap it again?”
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