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In her bedroom, we French kissed while I literally ripped her dress off. She was not happy about that, but her lust overcame that. She was not wearing a bra. In an immature impulsive second, I reached behind her and gave her a massive wedgie, pulling her to her tiptoes and making her squeal.

After the kiss, I had her turn around and bend over. "Beg me to spank you as you're a naughty and desperately horny."

"Please, please spank me!" she begged. "I'm so horny, and I'm so naughty, I deserve it," she said awkwardly and a bit sad - like watching someone with zero acting ability audition for a role.

I smacked her ass. "Beg for more."

"Please, keep it up!"

As I spanked her ass, she grew hornier, and her pussy started to leak. After her ass cheeks were red, I had her remove her panties and stuff them in her mouth before getting on her bed on her hands and knees, facing the headboard.

I stripped as she did so and got behind her. I lubed my cock by fucking her wet hot pussy for a couple of minutes. Her back arched, and she titled her head back and moaned.

Then came the big surprise. I pulled out and slid my cock into her tight anus. I grabbed her hips and thrust in deeply, making her squeal loudly as I assumed she was not expecting this, and I was not sure she had ever had anal, but I did not care as I rammed her ass. She kept squealing, but sometimes paused her a moan, and her back kept arching, and her pussy was leaking onto her bedspread.

I jack-hammered her anus for quite a while before I came. I slowed downy my thrusting until I went limp. I then had her take the panties out, suck me clean, and wipe her pussy with her panties while reaming my cum out of her anus with her finger and sucking it.

I had thoroughly dominated the professor, and we both knew it.

We showered and spent the rest of the night getting drunk on wine before falling asleep in her bed.

The next morning, we dressed, and she made coffee and toast with jam, and I ate quietly, making her feel like a maid more than a lover. Before I left, we set up another fuck session, and without thanking or complimenting her, I left.

Near campus, there was a building for Continuing Education and Community Services. I saw a flyer for Divorcee Support Group. "Perfect." I said to myself. I made a note of the time and room number.

Later that day in the earlier evening, I stopped back by the building and peeked in to see if there were any targets. I was not disappointed.

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