Collection of Sensual Erotic Stories - Volume 1 (Real Life Stories)

by Michelle Bennett

  “My pussy...” I whispered in her ear and removed the hair from her face with my fingers.

  I sat on the couch and told her to turn her back to me. She got up like a pro and turned around. She squeezed her ass cheeks while standing up, spread them, and started to push herself down on me very slowly. My cock was about to erupt and holding it by the root, I placed the head at the entrance of her pussy.

  “Haaaaohhh... hah... hah... hhhh...” she moaned and shook while she slowly impaled herself on my hard cock. She squeezed her tits and shook awaiting her orgasm. I was reaching the end and was left breathless. I leaned forward and grabbed her swollen tits. She started to move her hips to the front and to the back, sucking in my cock with her pussy. The world turned dark and I leaned my open mouth on her back. I squeezed her tit with one hand and started to rub her clit with the other.

  “Haa... haa... haa... OHHH.... OHHH... HAAOHHH...” she screamed while I splashed her insides with my sperm.

  I was moaning and convulsing, putting my hand down and squeezing her hips. She was screaming, yelling, twitching, and twirling without stopping. She continued to impale herself on me while large amounts of sperm seeped out of my cock which continued to pulsate and was squeezed by the vaginal muscles of my pretty fucker.

  “Madeleine... Madeleine...” I whispered and hugged her with both of my hands around her waist, caressing her back with my lips. She cried and drained the last drop out of me.

  I turned her, so she was facing me. Her eyes were filled with tears and she scratched me with her fingers. I hugged her and kissed her gently, and she hugged me hard and pushed her tongue deep into my mouth. She twisted in my hands and caressed my stomach with her pussy. We kissed for a long time while I was calming her down from her big orgasm. Her pretty breasts were pressed to my chest while Madeleine continued to kiss me.

  “Are you going to fuck me some more, professor?”

  “Damn, what a good fuck that was,” I thought to myself while her head rested on my shoulders. I caressed her back, ass, and legs.

  “We have to do this again, right?” She looked at me smiling and kissed the tip of my nose.

  „You are wonderful.” I caressed her face with my fingers.

  “I’m sorry I have to go. I would like to stay with you all night.” She got up and started to get dressed.

  I felt weird! My fantasies had come true but the feeling that I was doing something against my better judgment wouldn’t leave me. I lit a cigarette and stood by the window. I felt Madeleine’s hands on my shoulders and her lips at the bottom of my neck.

  “Is everything okay?” she asked me, like she knew what I was thinking.

  “Of course it is...” I tried to sound natural, brought her manicured fingers to my lips, and kissed them.

  “Why were you being so rough on Josephine?” She turned around and took her bag from the table.

  “What do you mean…I don’t understand.”

  “Well, she told me you always answer her matter-of-factly, that you don’t look at her when you talk to her and you are nice to everyone else. And that thing today when you didn’t want to let her…”

  “Are you sorry she didn’t stay?” I smiled provocatively.

  “Oh, no... Actually... No, everything is fine... but really why does she get on your nerves? Even I could feel that.”

  “Truthfully, Madeleine, I don’t know. I have no idea; she just gets on my nerves. She is all so turbo-folk dressed up and you know I don’t like that style and that way of thinking and living.”

  “So you wouldn’t want to fuck her?”

  I was stunned by Madeleine’s direct question. I had forgotten for a moment that I just had sex with this fiery and intelligent girl so her question unnerved me.

  “What, am I expressing myself wrong?” She looked at me as if she was reprimanding me.

  “Madeleine...” I got confused.

  “Okay, okay, you Petrarch an professor. No fucking, there is only making love. No tits, those are breasts. No pussy, only Venus hill. So you wouldn’t want to make love to her?” She made a face as she said “make love.”

  She was getting on my nerves and I felt hurt.

  “Listen kid.” I raised my tone of voice and came to her.

  “It turns me on when you act so rough on me...” Her facial expression changed momentarily and she twisted her body while caressing her hips. She looked at me straight and licked her mouth.

  The situation was more than I had expected. Madeleine had a complex personality. She wasn’t just some little fucker, or a horny kid, or a dumb student. Who was this girl?

  “I think you’re late. Your friend is waiting.” Manners, attention to one another, deus ex machine for a situation I had no answer to.

  “Yeah, you’re right. So...I had a good time.” She smiled at me.

  I came to her and gave her a gentle kiss. “Madeleine, you are wonderful. Talk to you soon.”

  “Talk to you soon...” She kissed her finger and put it on my lips.

  I stood in front of the closed door for a long time. After very fantastic sex that I used to have fantasies about, Madeleine had raised some questions with her behavior. I didn’t just not know the answer to those questions, but I also didn’t know how to formulate them either. The sound of my cell phone interrupted my thoughts.

  “Professor... is there a student in there, professor?” It was my childhood friend who used to tease me about my students.

  “Hey, you maniac! Where are you?”

  “I’m at the pub. Come and have a drink!”

  “I’m coming!”

  I was thrilled by my friend’s phone call. Some great male company in the pub, hollow stories, and fooling around would do me good. And help me forget the questions whose names I did not know.

  Chapter 6: Questionable things

  The atmosphere at the pub was great. My friends Jack, Anthony, and Samantha were already waiting for me. I saw that Anthony was in the company of a young girl, so I assumed it was his girlfriend.

  “Hey, professor, let me ask you something.” My friend Jack came near, hugged me, and in fake whisper, imitated the unenlightened crowd. “Is there any pussy about, professor? Do those college students fuck you, ha?”

  “Come on Jack, stop shitting me. The ladies in here will hear you.” I pushed him away.

  “What are students like these days? I have the impression that they are all interested in anything but what they are teaching them in college,” Samantha asked.

  She was a pretty girl with black hair, and makeup like some high school chick. Her hair was tied in a ponytail and she had medium-sized earrings on her ears. Two buttons were discretely unbuttoned on her tight white shirt and they were showing off her large tits. Her eyes were blue, her eyebrows nice, and she had the smile of an experienced girl with the tone of voice of a determined woman. I liked her company.

  “Well, I don’t know what to say. The whole country is in shambles, there is a total lack of values and you can feel it among the students.” I answered with general knowledge. This black-haired beauty had a wonderful long neck, accentuated by the shirt neck which was lifted up. I really wanted to lick it.

  “What about all of those sexual affairs? I heard that some of the professors at law school even blackmailed some of the female students,” asked Anthony.

  “Or they were blackmailing them. Ha ha,” Jack teased.

  “Well, that is up for debate,” I answered, as if I was defending the honor of all college professors, the system, and the state.

  “Dear Lord, that is today and it looks quite normal,” Anthony’s girlfriend said. She was really a small-town goose that killed all of the ambition my friend had, so as to show she had found a real man that can pay the bills regularly.

  “And what is today ‘So, Oh my God normal?’” I challenged her, not feeling provoked at all, although I was supposed to be feeling that way.

  “Well, that...”

  “What?” I was in her face.

>   “Hey, what’s wrong with you?” Anthony said.

  “What? I’m not allowed to talk to your girl?” I looked at him angrily.

  “What’s wrong, idiot? What’s with the tone?” Anthony felt like something wasn’t right.

  “What tone? I was just asking her what she meant by ‘So, Oh my God normal.’ Well?” I leaned on the chair and placed my arm behind Jack. I looked ironically in her eyes.

  “Well… sex!” she answered loudly and looked at my chest. She was quiet for a moment like she was freed of something and then continued to speak. “It looks like it’s completely normal for professors to have sex with their students.”

  “What, you actually think that is normal?” I asked her calmly.

  I noticed Samantha looking at me and smiling at me, looking pleased. I pretended not to notice and I actually felt myself getting hard: Wow, I felt good in my dominant role when it came to the topic of sex. My Alpha male yearnings were completely sated that night. I fucked the most fuckable student at college (Wow I fucked her good!), I was provoking a socially acceptable coordinator of a non-government organization, and I managed to get the hot lawyer from the ministry of finances horny. What a night!

  The conversation of (non)normality of sex between professors and female students stretched on, and I only said something about it occasionally. Here and there I would exchange a few words with Samantha or Samy (she told me to call her that). We exchanged a few smiles but I just kept thinking about Madeleine.

  Chapter 7: Home visit

  “Professor? Sorry to be bothering you. I lost my keys. Until my parents get back, I can’t leave my apartment, and they will be back tomorrow afternoon. Will it be unpleasant for me to ask you to come to my place?” I was reading the text Josephine sent me.

  I wasn’t surprised that she knew my number. All of the students had it but the invitation to come to her place scared me a bit. Madeleine had certainly told her what happened between us. This wasn’t any fucking term paper; Josephine was calling me for sex. Who saw professors going to revise term papers in their student’s apartments? I was confused again. I was dominating in the crowd from my generation. I was surrounded by people that were on my intellectual and experience level, but I didn’t know how to handle the ones I was supposed to be leading into life.

  I looked at the text. It was custom to answer it and accept her proposal to prove to myself that I didn’t make any difference between my students. I also wanted to prove to Madeleine that I don’t discriminate against people who are different from me. That is exactly what I should do. I needed to prove to Madeleine that although we fucked, I still had to act on confirming my lessons about respecting difference and different people.

  In reality, I felt a cramp form in my stomach just by thinking about the bracelet around Josephine’s ankle. I decided to accept the game and answered: “OK Josephine. Send me your address.”

  “King Hills street, number 27. It is across from central fountain. Third floor. The front doors are on the left side of the elevator. Thank you very much in advance. Josephine!” The response came immediately like it was prepared, or I just wished it had already been prepared, and that it wasn’t just part of the game or games they played. I didn’t participate in them but in fact I very much wanted to be a part of them. Somehow it seemed less painful to have someone lure me into those games, as if that would diminish my responsibility. If I entered them. I would enter with just a small part of me and that would be the animal, natural part. Who in their right mind wouldn’t want to have casual sex with pretty, horny students and young girls?

  I left the faculty building. It was a very nice night and the soft wind carried the scent from a tree along the alley. The scent soothed me and lifted my adrenalin levels at the same time. I opened the doors of my recently bought Audi. The thought of me finally getting one of my wishes granted, namely buying the car I wanted, went through my head. I remembered the movie Crash, which I used to look at with my ex-girlfriend. We stopped watching it in the middle, having come to a conclusion that a work of art doesn’t have to be filled with violence and sex scenes and by a bizarre and perverted way of connecting a car crash and sex. I was asking myself if I was changing personally and if I was giving up the firm beliefs I always had.

  My train of thought was interrupted by the wonderful voice of a determined woman.

  “ The professor is working really hard and it looks like he is going to continue working.” Samy was standing behind me.

  “Oh, good evening!” I smiled politely and extended my hand to her.

  I looked into her eyes and barely contained myself from looking into her wonderful cleavage. She was wearing a light spring dress that showed all of the charms of Samy’s curves. She was classy, beautiful, not so flashy and very sexy. Her long lovely legs were on high heels and there was a lock of hair that fell over her face and was touching the edge of her cleavage. It was purely erotic! “Not at all like those sluts,” I thought to myself, which immediately raised the question automatically: Why sluts? Why not just one slut, Madeleine?

  “I went to the hotel to have dinner with some friends. I don’t know why, but I thought it would be interesting if you came with me.” She spoke calmly and showed interest but also to try to remove the notion that some distance was necessary (we only just recently met each other that night in the pub).

  “How did you know I was here?”

  “Jack told me. He says that you barely leave the faculty building.”

  “Ah, Jack...” I said, just to say something. “I’m sorry, Samy, but I already have something scheduled.”

  “With a student? Ha ha ha...” She laughed and covered her lips with long finger. “I’m sorry; I’m kidding... actually that is something Jack would say.”

  “Yes, he is a crazy character.” I laughed too. “But... we can take a rain check.”

  “Okay! Have a nice night.” She extended her hand and I got mild goose bumps from her touch.

  With a gracious walk, Samy went to the hotel. I looked at her, confused. “How are we going to speak? I don’t have your phone number?”

  “I took your phone number from the faculty. I hope you don’t mind?” She turned around and smiled.

  “No, no... It’s okay. You have a good night too.”

  She waved her hand without turning around. I looked after her. I asked myself what was happening to me. What did I do to attract women this much? Where was I going? If I was with Madeleine, where did the idea that her friend wanted the same thing came from? Samy maybe just wanted to get to know me better. I sat in my car and drove to Josephine’s place on autopilot.

  “Hello, professor. Thank you so much for this!” Josephine opened the door and motioned with her hand for me to come inside.

  “Good evening, Josephine,” I said quietly and looked at her.

  She looked like she was about to make a homemade porn movie. She had her makeup on and it was very discrete, but she had accentuated the beauty of her eyes, long eyelashes and lips that I wanted to lick momentarily. I stood there and waited for her to tell me where to go and shamelessly kept looking. She licked her lips and threw her hair behind her left shoulder.

  “Please follow me and excuse the mess in my room. I’ll take care of that immediately.”

  I followed her and admired the beauty of her long shapely legs. The bracelet was at its place around her ankle. Her skin was smooth and her ass was barely covered by her short orange mini skirt.

  “Please sit down. I’ll just pick up these little things from the floor.” She knelt down and started to pick up the scripts and books with one hand. “You know, I like to sit on the floor while I study.”

  I didn’t say anything and just kept admiring her beauty. I took a deep breath and wanted to let her know how horny I was. I lit a cigarette.

  “The ashtray is on the shelf. I will also bring us some coffee. Would you like a drink?” She stood in front of me holding the books she had picked up. Her breasts were larger than I tho
ught and her nipples were shamelessly showing off through her dress. One of her straps slipped down her shoulders.

  “Some soda if you have any.” I laughed looking at her bare shoulder.

  “Oh, sorry.” She laughed back, looked at the strap of her dress and walked out of the room. “I’ll be right back.”

  She came back with two glasses of orange juice.

  “You left that teddy bear by the couch,” I told her, totally relaxed.

  “Ouch...” She reached to get it, bending at the waist. Her dress lifted and uncovered white panties, the edges of which cut her beautifully shaped ass cheeks. “I still sleep with it. It looks like your student is still pretty childish.” She placed the toy on her tits.

  “Just sleep?” I looked at her with a question on my face.

  “What do you mean?” She kept smiling.

  “Teddy bears from childhood can be used for a few other things.” I decided to cut to the chase and point the conversation in one direction. I leaned on the couch, lowered my arms and spread out my legs.

  “I don’t understand. What other things might that be?” Her face turned red and her smile disappeared.

  She set the toy on the book shelf and went to the couch. She sat next to me, crossed her legs and placed her manuscript on the desk.

  Chapter 8: End of tutoring

  “This is my term paper....here, this is the introduction.” She started to flip through the papers and accidentally touched my knees with her elbow. “Sorry.” She looked at me, frightened.

  “Why are you apologizing, Josephine.” I looked at her calmly.

  “Well...” She was confused when I caressed the hand that touched me.