Our eyes lock, as he slowly dips a finger inside my slit before going back to my clit. I bite my lip to muffle my moans when his finger rubs a little ...arder. “We can stop this right now, Anne.” He says as two fingers enter me slowly. I gasp and my hands tighten around his shoulders for support. My knees tremble as he slowly began to finger fuck me. “Don’t you want me to stop?” Professor Carter teases. “Don’t you dare,” I threaten, our eyes locked, daring each other to back down. A large smirk. I could feel him begin to rub the skin of my neck so very tenderly with the tip of his nose. The sensation alone was enough to make me orgasm on the spot. I had to fight to control my breathing and slowly, very slowly, turned to face him. Our noses just touched. I could feel his warm breath on my own mouth, we must have been as close as we could come without touching. I put my hand to his face, brushed his nose with my lips gently, and withdrew. My heart beat so hard that I thought my chest. Something. By the end of the weekend I'd tossed a half dozen ideas into the trash basket and was getting seriously frustrated. It couldn't be this difficult; there were thousands of guys posting gay porn fantasies all over the internet. Granted, most of them didn't pretend to have a plot, those that did were either two characters who just had to be in the same scene to be banging each other or some variation on coerced sex. That was when I realized what my problem was - I was trying to force my. I remember feeling a little cheated that he was so poorly endowed. As a nurse I specifically recalled looking after a well-endowed one year-old Sudanese infant who literally had a longer penis than my husband’s shrivelled cock. I then realised why he never let me see or play with his manhood before we married but always took the initiative and went down on me with his fingers and tongue and always with the lights dimmed or in the dark.The first time I showed my ‘obscene organ of brute.