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Old 12-26-2016, 12:28 AM
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I was posting some photos to the internet the other day when I found one on my computer of Pam wearing a blue string-bikini. She once told me that the photo was taken by one of her ex-lovers on the beach at Ocean City, MD. From things she has told me, things I have heard from others and some of his letters to her, I have surmised that she had a torrid affair with this guy right after her second divorce.
When Pam and I first met, her sister Katrina told me that Pam was really hurt by a relationship with an egomaniacal jerk, who dominated her life and abused her emotionally. When I asked Katrina for more details, she said, “Pam will have to tell you about it.”
We were in the bedroom when I asked Pam about it a few days later. Her eyes teared-up and she said, ”I love you and I wish I had met you a long time ago. I have done some really stupid things. I wish I had saved myself for you.”
She started to sob and I put my arms around her and she nestled into me hugging me back. “Will it help to talk about it?” I asked and we sat on the bed.
“I am so ashamed that I let myself be used by him but I was so vulnerable at the time and he was so strong and I just let him take over my life. My ex husband, Dave was an alcoholic and at the end I was making all the decisions and doing everything to try to save our marriage. He couldn’t keep a job and refused to take any position that he thought was beneath him. He knew what he wanted to do and even though there were only a handful of those jobs and he wasn’t that good, he wouldn’t settle for something more marketable. I had long since realized that my Fine Arts degree wasn’t going to pay the bills and had taken secretarial work here in DC wherever I could find it. I decided to go back to grad school and get a Masters. It was there that I met Jack. He was my thesis advisor and after a couple of meetings about my studies I opened up to him about my personal life I told him that I was getting a divorce and needed to change careers so that I could support myself. He was very sympathetic and offered some advice on how to handle the situation at home.
“On the evening that Dave moved out, I had a class and was clearly in a funk. Afterwards, I passed Jack in the hall and he asked why I seemed so sad. I told him that Dave had moved out and he offered to take me out for a drink. We walked to a local bar and started to talk. The band started up and it got noisy and we could hardly hear each other. After a couple of drinks he suggested that we go somewhere quieter. He drove to his townhouse and he poured us drinks. We sat on his sofa and talked for a while. I remember what happened next so vividly that it’s as though it just happened. When I stood up to leave, I was a little tipsy and said, ‘I feel so naughty coming to your place. You are my advisor. What will people think if they find out?’
“He put his hands on my waist and gave me an innocent peck on the lips and looking into my eyes he replied, ‘I don’t care what people think. You are my student and you are going through a difficult situation. I am only trying to help you.’
“I melted into him and pulled him closer burying my head in his chest and began to cry. He held me close and started to soothe me by running his hands over my shoulders and back and lightly caressing my neck. I looked up at his eyes and offered him my lips, he bent down and accepted them, and we kissed very passionately for a few minutes. I couldn’t understand it but my sorrow and grief over my marriage ending had turned to lust. Jack was aroused too. He was 6 ft 3 in, almost a foot taller than me and I could feel his erection starting at my belly button and poking into my ribs. My god! He felt so big. Our lips separated and he nuzzled my neck and ears. We had lost control of our bodies. His fingers undid and removed my blouse and his head moved down to suck my left nipple through my bra. It felt wonderful and as his tongue wet the fabric the feeling intensified. I remember shuddering. I actually had an orgasm. While he was doing that my fingers had loosened his belt and undid his pants and my hand slid down his boxers and I pulled his dick out, rubbing over the head of his dick and up and down his shaft. A couple of minutes after my “nipplegasm”, I felt him stiffen, moan and his semen spurted on my hands and blouse. Then he did something totally unexpected. He took my hand and licked all his cum off my fingers and immediately bent down and kissed me deeply depositing his cum in my mouth. I looked up him with a puzzled expression not knowing what he wanted me to do with the load in my mouth. ‘Do you like the taste?’ he asked in a sarcastic tone.
I shook my head no. I still didn’t know what to do.
“‘Swallow it!’ he ordered almost angrily and despite my revulsion at the idea, I complied.
“All of this happened while we were standing up. I couldn’t believe how fast he had started to dominate me. I don’t know why I’m telling you all of this. You must think I am a real slut.” she said and started sobbing again.”
I was more than a little shocked but I comforted her by saying, “I love you for what you are now. We have all done things we regret. I’d like to hear more.”
“Not now,” she said, “I get too upset when I think about those times.”
What I didn’t tell her was that while she was relating her tale I was sporting a raging hard-on hearing it. She must have known though because we immediately started to kiss passionately and had intense sex. I almost think that she enjoyed telling me as much as I enjoyed hearing about her past escapades. We would have several more of these conversations and they always ended up with us pleasuring one another.

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Old 01-18-2017, 02:13 PM
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Part 2
Her tale of her first sex with Professor Jack really had me aroused and curious about her affair with him. I was a little perplexed by the fact that she would get romantically and sexually involved with her professor but I wrote it off that she was emotionally vulnerable at the time and not in complete control of her life. I think I was more pissed off that Jack would take advantage of her vulnerability. We didn’t talk about it again until a few weeks later. I had come to DC for an engagement party that her friend Beth gave for us at her house and were staying in her guest room because we were too drunk to drive back to Pam’s house. All during the party we had been sneaking off to grope each other and we were both ready to make love. I slowly undressed her, kissing and caressing each bit of her smooth skin as I did. She was very aroused and virtually tore my clothes off when I had removed her last bit of clothing, her black lace bikini panties. She sat on the edge of the bed with her legs apart, leaned back on her elbows and said, “Fuck me now!”
I moved between her legs and was about to insert my raging hard on into her when she stopped me cold and said, “Don’t you have a rubber?”
I answered, “They’re in my suitcase at your house. I really don’t need one anyway. We’re getting married next week and I don’t care if you get pregnant. Do you?”
She started to cry hysterically. ”What’s wrong?” I asked.
“I wanted to tell you this before the first time we made love.” She murmured. “I have herpes! I got it from Jack. Up until now you have always used a condom, so I didn’t have to tell you. I can’t let you make love to me without one. I love you too much to give it to you. I didn’t know how to tell you. I was afraid you would leave me.”
The words stopped me cold and it felt like I had just been punched in the stomach. For a couple of seconds I couldn’t speak. When I finally could, I cursed her. “You conniving slut! How could you not tell me something like that. What else is there? I need to know now!”
My words and tone shocked her and her hysterics stopped. She had never seen my anger before. She looked up at me with pleading eyes and asked. “What do you want to know? I told you that I have done some really slutty things and that I wish I had saved myself for you. Will you still marry me if I tell you everything?”
I shot back, “I don’t know but I won’t marry you if you don’t tell me! I have to be able to trust you. If I can’t, there is no use going through with it.”
She looked at me almost defiantly, “Are you sure you want to know. There’s a lot to tell. Where should I start? Do you want to know my complete sexual history right now?” she said almost taunting me.
At that moment, I was obsessed with her and Jack. “Start with Jack. What else did you do with him? You told me about the first time. I need to know the rest.”
She acquiesced to my anger and began, “I only told you part of my first time with Jack. I told you how he ‘snowballed’ me with his cum and made me swallow it. What I didn’t tell you was that right after that he took me by the hand and led me to his bedroom and gently caressed me and made love to me. It was a Friday night and we didn’t leave his place until Sunday evening. He treated me like a queen. He fixed breakfast in bed in the morning after he made love to me. We gave each other massages and luxuriated in each other’s bodies all weekend. After the hell I had been going through with Dave, I was in heaven. I didn’t want to leave on Sunday. As he drove me back to my car on Sunday night, Jack said, ’We have to be careful about being seen together. I could lose my position if the Dean finds out I’m involved with another of one my students.’
“It was then that I realized how vulnerable I was to him. I had fallen in love with him but he did not seem to want to make a commitment to me. I was just another piece of tail to him. I responded to him. ‘Jack, I love you and want to be with you. I will do anything to be with you!’
“‘Anything?’ he asked.
“‘Yes! I love you and want to be a part of your life and want you to be part of mine.”
“Just then we arrived at my car in the campus parking lot and I was gripped by the fear that this would be the end of it. I was afraid that he would just drop me off and I was just a weekend fling, so I did something stupid. I leaned over, unzipped him and gave him a blowjob right there in the car. He came in my mouth after about 30 seconds and this time I did not have to be told to swallow. He was surprised by my eagerness to please him and said in his sarcastic tone of voice, ‘I like you. You’re a fast learner.’”
“You gave him a blow job right there in the parking lot?” I asked interrupting her. I couldn’t help thinking about the great blowjob she gave me in my office when she came up to my place in Jersey a few weeks earlier. It was the first and only time in my life that I actually came during a blowjob. I knew that she was a great cocksucker but I also knew that it was not her favorite thing to do, so I was more than a little surprised that she would do it in plain view of anyone walking by.
She looked at me and continued, “I got bolder and asked Jack, ‘When will I see you again?’
“’When do you have class this week?’ he asked.
“’Not until Thursday night but I have study sessions with some friends tomorrow and Wednesday.’
“’Good!’ he said leerily. ‘Can you come to my place after the session tomorrow night?’
“’It may be late, but if that’s all right I’ll be there a little after ten.’ I responded a bit too eagerly.
“‘See you tomorrow night then!’ and with that he got out of the car and walked me over to my car. When we got to it we both looked around to see if there was anyone nearby and seeing no one we exchanged a brief kiss and as we broke it off, we secretly groped each other.”
I was still more than a little pissed about the "coitus interruptus" but I was simultaneously intrigued by the spell that Jack had seemed to have put her under and aroused by her tale. "Did you go to his place the next night?" I asked.

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Old 02-17-2017, 10:09 PM
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I find her experience interesting. I had a similar thing with my physics professor.

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