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Lovespell (erotica)

I had a week off from college thanks to vacations. It was a weekend and my love had the weekend off. I called him, said, "Hey, daddy, it's our 1st anniversary tomorrow" He said "sure, baby." I reply laughingly, "I love you, Danush... sirrr"

He didn't know this kinky lingo well enough. At times he got awkward when I called him 'daddy' or 'sir' while we were having sex. Despite he was more than a decade older than me, I was the one who took away his innocence. Yes, he was my history professor. Dashing, with jet black curls and grey eyes. His face carved skillfully of marble and a beautiful toned athletic body.

I love teasing him in the corridors saying, "sir" like I do while we had sex and he would just huff and look at me with those dominating ferocious eyes of his. I love that.

No one suspected we were in this morally grey relationship. Where he was my 35 year old professor and I was his 22 year old 4th year student. It had been a year since we started dating, all because I stalked his socials and found him on a gay dating app. I may or may not have blackmailed him into fucking me but down the line we fell in love.

It was kinda awkward for the two of us. He texted me first but I seduced him and when we met he was mind-blown that his class topper, the boy he was so proud of, is a kinky slut if given chance. At first he hesitated dating me because I was, as I mentioned, significantly younger than him, but I just seduced him even more and we hooked up on our third date. It was so good.

It was mind-blowing. He's so good at it. I had hooked up with 2 more guys before him, including my "straight" roommate and that was devastating. He actually dislocated my left shoulder while nailing me on the study table. I had to take 3 weeks off and my left hand was in a sling For 2 months. I didn't let him touch me after that. Hell I moved into another dorm room.

Back to the our 1st anniversary date.

I didn't really prepare myself to stay at his place, over the weekend but I ended up doing so because both of us were just so lovestarved and.... We ended up fucking so well that I slept til noon that day.

I had worn my yet another hot pink shirt because he loved pink on me so much. Be it clothes, my blushing cheeks or the pink handprints he'd leave around my throat or chest when we got a bit too excited.

It was evening, 6 p.m., Saturday we had decided to watch an Ari Ester premiere - yet another cult movie. Both of us loved horror. We had given his big chubby black cat to his neighbour to cat-sit. The cat has judged us everytime we've fucked. Saying, "What a bunch of whores!", in her cat language.

Actually his neighbour, Bhavya, and him sort of co-parented the cat. She worked evening shifts while he, of course, worked day shifts. She took care of her all day and he took care of her all night. Anyways, so we left his cat with Bhavyaa

She usually got high on marijuana and held tarot sessions on weekneds with her girl friends. She was a wholesome woman. A woman every conservative person hates. In her fourties, unmarried with three cats and a dog and her own small business. And I absolutely adored her for that. She'd usually paint my nails for our dates and she was so good at it.

And... There was his elder sister, Sulochna.

For some reason she hated me. She hated me for painting my nails. I was at his place one weekend, just hanging around when she busted in unannounced and stared at my hands like they were coated with blood of her firstborn children! It was just alternating blue and transparent glitter nail varnish. And I do wear my man's clothes sometimes when I'm at his place because they are really comfy. Yes, they are 4 sizes too big and I love that. And on that dreaded day, I was wearing his bringht yellow hoodie. She then tells my boyfriend kinda trying to be hush-hush but my stalker ears heard that - "don't form close friendships with boys like him" and proceeded to give me a fake ass smile that I had to mirror for courtesy.

Not only that, she hated his cat too. Because the cat was black. She hated her to the point he had to say the cat was his neighbour's. And yes she did hate the neighbour as well.

Saturday was our 1st anniversary date and we had gone on a lovely date watching the latest art house horror flick by Ari Ester and went on a cute little rooftop dinner date. And then we ate ice cream under the stars while walking in an unlit vacant park.

Then we made out in the park. It was so ardous, so passionate, so warm, so intoxicating. I was under his lovespell. He held my face firmly with his strong hands and I held his. We just stood there under the stars, the night was of a waxing gibbous moon. Gentle moonglow illuminated our faces. I could taste the strawberry icecream on his lips. I usually didn't like the taste of strawberries but I liked it when it had his essence. I loved it. I savoured his strawberry flavoured kiss. I don't know for how long - It felt like eternity. It was late. Around 12:40 a.m. We jumped the fence and got out of the park (as a loving couple does) and boarded the next public bus.

We got back around 1 a.m. We were horny and under each other's lovespell . We haven't fucked in a month because he was busy preparing questions for the semester's exam papers and I was busy completing assignments. We needed to do it. And we did it. As soon as we got in and he locked the door, he pushed me against the wall and held me by my collar. I was as pink as my shirt and my eyes widened as I stared into his starry eyes. The light was dim.

And then he yanked my collar hard. I said, "let's do it... Sir." As I smirked sulatiously. He said, "look at you, you little bratty slut." I yelped, "yes, daddy, do things to me." And then he growled. I said, "look who's acting like a kinky dom." and I slid his thick rimmed dark brown specs up his nose. Gosh those look so sexy on him.

"Aww, babyboy, let me take you to the moon and back.", He said as he reached down between my legs, grabbed my inner right thigh and picked me up effortlessly on his left shoulder. That turned me on. He took me to his bedroom and threw me on the bed. I landed softly on the firm matress my arms wide open.

Then he started unbuttoning his shirt. Gosh his toned muscles are always a surprise for me. I said, "Gosh daddy, you're so hot..." as I stared at him while moving towards the bed's headrest. Then I said, "Now undress me, daddy" and he replied, "sure, you widdle brat" as he laid atop me like a tiger atop his prey. And slowly started caressing my cheek. I was so horned up. Then he yanked my collar again and gently unbuttoned every single button on my shirt and went down to my light blue jeans and unfastened them as well. The he started kissing my neck - eating my neck. I just laid there in euphoria letting him do things to me. His right hand ran through my hair while his left hand was down in my pants as he touched me passionately. I moaned slightly with awe and said, "gosh, you're so good". Then he silenced me with his tougne shoved inside my mouth. I just moaned and moaned in amour.

Then we rolled over, with me on top of him. I slowly traversed my way down as I licked his neck then his bare chest and slowly down to his navel. He gasped. That was his sweet spot. I kept licking it and seductively said, "Do you like it?" And as he said yes, I stopped. I mounted his lower abdomen, as I took off my shirt and threw it at his face. He said, "You really know what you're doing, you whore." I said, "Yes, daddy, I'm a professional." He replied, "You really are." I could feel him getting hard. Really hard.

I moved downward at the foot of the bed as As I unzipped his black jeans, his huge manhood spilled out. It never failed to surprise me. I gulped it inside my mouth. It almost chocked me. He moaned and sighed as I stroked it with my mouth and licked it and stroked it with my hands everything you would and should do with such a huge chocolate bar.

Then I laid beside him we rolled to our sides. Both of us stared into each other's eyes. I took off his thick rimmed glasses and put them on the bedside stand. And then I stripped down to nothing but my bare skin. I smashed my naked body against his. It was so warm with passion. His hands moved down my bare back as they reached and grabbed my butt. Firmly with his strong manly hands. I gasped, "now that's how I like it." I started fondling with his thing. Jerking him off. It was so hot. He was so hot. We were so hot. And then I started rubbing my cosmonaut against his huge rocket-to-moon. It felt so good. I sighed and suggested , "honey, can you bring them some snacks? I'm thinking of mango today." Suggesting him to bring out some lube to get our engines running and initiate the take off.

He stood up to go to his closet. His bare back was so sculpturesque. Even in his well tailored shirts that he'd wear as a professer, I could see this marvel. It always distracted me. My heart was running the speed of a jet engine. I rolled on my stomach to give him full view of my behind. With jet fuel to fuel our love journey, he came back and took off his jeans. Just left them at the foot of the bed and started teasing me with his strong rigid boner and he poured the mango flavoured condiments on his huge equipment which drizzled down to my fuckhole. And then he took my waist and proped me up a bit as he got down and started licking that mango drizzle off my backside. I fumbled with myself down there and he just started eating me. It was so good. I loved every bit of it.

And then he put it in me. I was escatatic. I love-screamed. He said, "louder, you bitch. I can't hear." As he got me down. While going in deeper. He was so passionate with me. He began it harder and gently toned it down. I just yelped in love and he put all of his body weight atop me. I moaned louder as he stroked my insides... Slower and deeper then faster and shallower. Slow and deep... Fast and shallow. He kept iterating this love makeing pattern and he then he folded my arms back with his right hand. I can't help but scream and he went faster and yelp as he went slower. I said, "yes, daddy you're so good. So, so good. I love you. I love it. Please keep loving me like this." He said, "that's how you praise daddy, boy." I yelped, "yes, daddy." As he went slower. He was so deep. Gosh he was so good.

He took it out after a while. Said, "the moonride is over, boy" then he turned me over on my back. My face aligned with his. He grabbed my neck and asked, "how was that, you little shit?" I smirked and said, "where did you learn all that?" He looked at me with passion and ferocity and slapped me across my face. I said, "Do that again, daddy. I'm still a bad boy. I need more." he looked at me with more ferocity and slapped me again. This time harder. I still smiled. I said, "daddy, I wanna ride your rocket to moon, again." He smirked and said, "you little shit." And rolled on his back. He was still hard as a rock. I stroked him again and sat on his shaft. It was euphoric like hard drugs. I started jumping on his moon rocket as I jerked myself off in intervals, moaning softly with each leap. His hands wrapped aroud my waist. He slapped my bottom every once in a while. I moaned harder when he did so. He looked at me fiercely as I looked at him ardously with a sulatious grin across my face playing with my cosmonaut occasionally.

Then he said, "Boy, I'm close." I said, "yes daddy I want your milkshake inside of me." As I arched away from him and jumped faster and faster until I felt him relase his seed inside me. I got off of him and still played with his joystick. He came even more. He said, "You really know how to make a man cum." I replied, "I told you I'm a professional." with a cheeky grin across my face. He then held my thing. I was hard and hungry. He finished me off. He started gently and slightly increased the frequency with every stroke. I laid there on my back with my head on his chest, enjoing his touch. And soon enough I came. All over his hands and his sheets, everything. He directed the semen on his hands into my mouth. I savoured it. Licked it off his fingers with suggestive eyes. Afterall, I love my culinary creations. I said, "you also know how to finish off your little brat really well, daddy." He replied, "that's why I'm your daddy, you little shit."

And then we cuddled. It was almost 4:00 a.m. We cuddled. Fumbled with each other more. Kissed and kissed and kissed again. And again. And then we got in the shower together to rinse off all the semen and sweat off of us. He basically bathed me and then took a short rinse himself and got out before me. He got us new sheets and I just came out the shower half dripping with his towel wrapped around my wasit. He tugged it, reveling my nude body, and yanked me in the bed and enveloped me in his huge arms. He whispered "round two?" I said, " enough moon travel for today." as I pressed his nose. He covred us with a blanket and I finally fell asleep in his huge, firm, comforting arms. Finally some good sleep in a month. Some meaningful slumber. And we woke up around 1 p.m.

I looked at the time and gasped, "Oh dear, what will I tell my history professor? That I was fucking a hot hunky daddy this weekend and couldn't finish his assignment?!" I told him sarcastically with a perverted grin. He looked at me and grinned back, "just give him a kiss on his lips." And then I kissed him on his lips. I put on my shirt that laid somewhere near the headrest, all crinkled up and put it on and searched for my jeans and underwear. They were lying down near the foot of the bed. I picked them up and wore the accordingly. He was still half asleep. I went towards his behind and spanked his butt hard and said, "wake up daddy, it's past noon."

I got out to the kitchen to get me some water and brew some tea for us. As I drew some water from the fridge, he came out butt as naked showing off his godly body that gleamed in the afternoon sun that seeped through the balcony window. He came towards me, my eyes afixed to his body and then to his gleaming eyes.

I smirked as he approached closer and spanked my butt. I screamed, "oww". He picked me up envoloping me into his arms. He was way taller than me. I stood at five-eleven while he was six-foot-five. I love it everytime he does it to me. Bringing us at the same height so that I can kiss him more easily. He would say, "you're my plushie and I love picking you like this." And then we moved towards a kitchen counter. He sat me on it and as we started making out. The tea was brewing and so were our emotions. Then I held his element and started stroking him. We still wanted to do it. He held my head firmly with both of his strong hands while I grabbed his right shoulder with my left hand and stroked his shaft with my right. I did it gently as I sat on the cold granite countertop.

And then the unthinkable happened. Sulochna busted in on us, while both of us were passionately kissing with our eyes closed - exploring each other's mouth and I was giving him a passive handjob.

She usually did this. Walking in unannounced like it was her house. She wouldn't even knock and kept a spare key with her.

And she walked in on us at the wosrt time imaginable. She is vehemently homophobic. She hated anything that was outside the sweet innocent and culturally accurate and appropriate spectrum.

When she saw us in the compromising position as he held my wasit while eating my face and I jerking him off gently as he got harder and harder, she screamed like she saw a person jumping to their death from the 12th floor of a building or a murder happen in the subway. She screamed and threw her handbag at him. Both of us were stunned. I still sat atop the counter top my shirt unbuttoned, drooping off my left shoulder and he turned around with his huge ding-a-ling fully erect. My eyes widened in shock. So did hers and so did his. He quickly fumbled to hide his genitals. His hands were not enough and he ended up picking the mid-sized handbag she threw at him and hid his thing with it. I quickly buttoned up my shirt.

She interrupted us and said, "now what's there to hide." She looked at Dhanush with disappointment and teary eyes. "I would've felt better if you were fucking a whore instead of some guy." I had enough of her bullshit and interjected, "Excuse me, auntie, I'm not 'some guy'! I'm your widdle brother's boyfriend of 12 months!" She began crying. I said, "Cry me a river. Go on." As Danush slid to his room and went to fetch something for him to wear. He came out wearing his black jeans and half buttoned ivory shirt as I and his sister got into a heated argument. She said angrily, "You turned him into this. Doing these disgusting things." I yelled back, "No, honey, your brother was born like 'this' and he's really good at it!" She said, "shut up you foul mouthed man-whore!"

He came to mediate and yelled "Can we sit and talk!" She said to him all teary eyed and distraught, "people like him should not be allowed to speak in these issues." And looked at me and said, "Do your parents know what you're doing with other boys?" I said, "People like me? Huh? And why would I have to tell my parents I'm fucking my history professor?!" She yelled, "So much audacity for your age!" And I replied "So much stupidity for your age!" And she looked at Danush and said, "Look at him talk!" I interjected her, "yes, I can and will talk!"

Soon enough Bhavyaa came in with his cat, half sober and, and said, "what happened?!" And looked at Sulochna, "oh... now I understand what's wrong." Sulochna then attacks Bhavyaa, "what do you mean what's wrong? I'm not wrong! This boy is making my brother do things dirty things!" She annoyingly said, "Cill out! They're in love. People in love do dirty things all the time. Also, he's not some boy. He has a name." She looked at her and said, "expcted this." Bhavyaa looks at her in anger and said, "I'm sorry you never experienced love in your life." Sulochna said to her, "says an unmarried unloved whore."

Now Bhavyaa got mad mad. "Oh? My employee said your husband tried making creepy moves on her? What a loving marrige you must have." She says, "how can you take some slut's words seriously?! I know what women like you do!" She interjected her, "Uhm... She actually has a girlfriend. And she for sure wouldn't hit on your ugly ass husband." Sulochna huffed angrily and walked out the front door.

Danush just stood there and tight lipped holding back a laugh. Deep insde he also hated his controlling authorotative and close minded sister. I smelled the scent of burning tea. I yelled, "Gosh! My tea's all fucked!" As I go back to the stovetop to fix the mess. Bhavyaa said, "I'll be back for tea, lovebirds." "What a memorable annivarsary date." I said to myself and then his cat came in and rubbed against my left shin.

He came closer and said, "Aww, baby, I'm sorry. You know my sister is crazy." I say angrily, "Oh fuck off! You stood there like a statue." He hugged me from the back and said, "Please, baby I'm sorry... Icecream?" He knew my weakness. I said, " a tub choclate chip would do." He smooched me on my left ceek.