"Go on, take off your clothes" He continued. I loved being told what to do. I stripped down to my underwear and was about to crawl over his body, but ...e raise his foot to me. He nodded at me impatiently to to take off my underwear. I slide them down and allowed my cock to flop out. "Nice." he responded approvingly.He stood up and rubbed his hands over my body, nibbling at my neck. "Take off my pants" he directed me. I unlatched his belt and unzipped his jeans. He wasn't wearing any underwear. It was fine, for me. I was fucking two married college professors along with an occasional classmate who struck my fancy. This went on through the second year of my program up until a couple weeks before graduation. Then everything fell apart. One of the professors I was seeing was particularly well endowed. He wasn’t the horse cock of old Hedge but he was big and had amazing stamina. He had a kink thing. He got off really big by fucking me in my bed at home when Michael was away. I know that. I was foolish enough, our first-time together, to think that it was just a one-night stand. I had a piss filled hard on the next morning and she used it with relish to get herself off twice. I can't come like that in the morning (gotta pee first), which didn't seem to concern her one bit. She just laughed and said that every time I took a piss that day I'd be smelling her. Then she kind of laser-beamed me with those eyes of hers and said that if I were to drop by her place after work and her. I started shaking literally and managed to sit through the lectures and then her hour came and as soon as she entered she gave me one of those which mean you are dead for good! Asshole! I dared not to look at her face throughout the lecture and finally the hour ended and finally that day to come to an endI gathered up all my courage and went up to her and asked for my mobile, she just stared at me and told don’t you have any sense I was just dead then and there and she told that don’t you have.