College Professors are kinky

My first real taboo affair started when I was 18. It was in my 2nd semester at college and I was hanging out in some dark naughty part of the web when I met this intelligently kinky personality.

We flirted, did some steamy roleplaying and started chatting more and more often. Only when we started making plans to meet did I realize that he was a 48 yr old college professor. At my college.

Luckily he didn’t teach a subject that I would even remotely be in the danger of taking so there wasn’t going to be any awkwardness. We ended up getting coffee a few times during which I usually left with wet panties (unknown to him).

Fetish Match

We finally decided to take the next step and get steamy in the real world. Both of us had similar fetishes. He was dominating, I am submissive. My biggest fetish — being dressed (inappropriately) by a dominating man — was probably the most critical kink that we both shared a passion for. He loved bondage though I hadn’t really explored that much and wasn’t sure if I was totally into it (yet!). He loved light humiliation and degradation, I craved it.

Meet up

For our first meet up, we decided to roleplay the cliche “naughty schoolgirl”. We knew it wasn’t going to be the most exciting taboo play but we also knew what to expect and so there was less pressure and fewer surprises.

On the day of, he took me shopping to a local fetish/costume clothing store. Shopping for the inappropriate outfits was a big part of our kink and him parading me around the store trying on different sexy costumes and risque outfits was a huge part of the thrill. I tried on several versions of the naughty schoolgirl, nurse and wonder woman. It was the first time I had dressed at the whim of someone else. It felt both scary to let go of the right to dress myself and exciting at being at the mercy of someone else. I was blushing deep red by the end of our little shopping trip having given some of the other customers quite a show.

He had arranged a room at a local motel. It wasn’t a run down motel but it wasn’t the Marriott either. We had both agreed to find a place that was both safe but could fit the taboo of meeting at a ‘shady’ cheap motel to indulge in our wicked fantasies.

We were both giddy with excitement as soon as we were in the privacy of the room. It was a modest room and even more modest bathroom where he gave me the ‘decency’ to change into my schoolgirl outfit.

As soon as I tottered out in my 7" platform heels, I got a nice firm spank on my almost completely exposed ass check. Mmm, we were getting off to a nice start. He relished sitting back on the sofa and watching me totter back and forth in my heels trying in vain to pull my skirt down. He, of course, did his part to remind me just how much of a slut I was being with my ass and breasts spilling out of my tight short outfit.

Let’s the say the rest of the evening was filled with some hard spankings (I had trouble sitting the next day in class) and some passionate and sweaty sex. He had surprising stamina for a 48 yr old college professor.

Developing my kinks

The relationship with him lasted for about 2 years. We didn’t fuck regularly but we definitely chatted often. He helped me explore my submissive side, while I gave in more and more to his whims and orders.

Eventually he got me to start dressing how he wanted, to class. This was the ultimate test and it was quite honestly very scary. But with some boundaries in place, it ended up being so uniquely hot for us. He loved making me wear inappropriate clothes to class. Sometimes I’d dress as if I was mistakenly in class instead of going to a trendy club. At other times, I was Daisy from Dukes. He loved to push the boundaries of what was acceptable to wear on a college campus while still delivering oodles of embarrassment for me. Even with all that blushing putting myself on display, I’d be dripping wet when I got home and echoing down the halls with each screaming orgasm.

Later on we started meeting up for dates in neighboring towns where there’d be less risk of either of us being recognized (mostly him). He’d take me to a dive bar wearing elegant dinner gowns. Even though they covered a lot it was completely inappropriate to wear a gown with a train in a seedy dirty bar full of horny blue collar workers. It started in me the craving for (bad) attention that has only gotten bigger and bigger over the years.

We even got bolder where I’d give him a blowjob in parking lots or in the back alleys of bars and clubs. We got ‘caught’ a few times but that only spurred us to reach new exhibitionistic highs.

Hope that intro gives you a little bit more about me, the sexual nymph inside of me. My relationship with the college professor was only the beginning of a journey down the rabbit hole of sexual taboos. More cumming soon.

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