My New Exchange Student from Japan

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My cock throbbed as I gazed at the smooth, tan body of Kito, the new exchange student from Japan who came dashing inside my classroom, twenty-five minutes late for his first class.

“I’m sorry,” he said, panting, and bowed. “I got lost around campus, it’s…it’s so big.”

All words had escaped me at that moment; I’d seen Japanese men do this on TV shows before, but never in person.

“It’s okay, don’t worry about it,” I said, but he didn’t sit up. My other students stole glances at him, some of them smirked while others whispered to each other.

“Don’t worry about it,” I said, and bowed out of desperation to get him to stand up. “Really, you’re good.”

He straightened up and drew an innocent, cheerful smile that melted my heart. It would be an underestimation to say that he was amongst the hottest of the thousands of students that I had the pleasure of having in my classroom over the past six years–Oh, I still keep count.

His black hair was slicked back away from his face highlighting his high cheekbones and full lips. His body was lean and toned, and I could trace the outline of his cock beneath his tight, lime green tennis shorts.

I felt my mouth watering and licked my lips dry fantasizing about sucking him off. I wanted to grab his cock from behind those tight shorts and suck it hard, real hard just so I could see that smile on his face again. Would you like that, pretty boy? Don’t be shy, I imagined I would say right before I deep throat his pulsating cock. Smile for me, Kito. Will you? Just do it, please. Do it before you finish in my mouth.

He sat in the front row and I kept ogling him until he flashed me another smile. I fell on my chair behind the podium dizzy with excitement, gasping for air. I reached for my cock under the table and gave it a good rub until my eyes curled with pleasure. You, Kito, you sweet, sweet buttercup; you have no idea what I would do to you if I could–If I just could. I’d make you the luckiest eighteen-year-old-kid on this planet.

But this was a buried fantasy of mine that had never–ever–seen the sunlight. I was his economics professor the same way I was the economic professor for all the others that I’d liked before kito and the ones that’ll like after him. It’s pathetic, I know; lots and lots of torment, and heartache which had always left me cold and bitter, especially to the ones I liked the most.

One of my other students, a blond girl in a white pajama who looked like she’d rolled out of bed five minutes before class, turned to Kito and said something I suspected was in Japanese. He nodded with vigor flashing her a smile and said something back. A smile dance around her lips and her eyes twinkled, as if she was staring at ablaze of fairy-lights.

Bitch.

What a fucking Bitch!

A moment before, I had felt as if I was too drunk with excitement for my legs to hold me, and now, I was fallen on my face, sober with bitterness.

How could you do this to me, Kito?

How dare you?

“Please stand up,” I said pointing at Kito.

He looked confused and pointed at himself. “Me?”

“Yes, you.”

He hesitated and exchanged looks with his blond girlfriend, and then with the classroom, unsure of what was happening. I kept staring at him for some time, not saying a word, and he kept silent and was growing more uncomfortable by the second. I wanted him to feel small, weak, and crushable, to feel worse than what he made me feel.

“Listen, Kenta.” I said.

“My name is kito,” he said.

I locked eyes with him. “It’s very rude to interrupt your professor when he’s not done yet.”

“I’m sorry.” He lowered his gaze and I felt bad for tormenting him; Still, he had no right to talk to that bitch, let alone smile at her.

“I’m not sure how college classrooms run in your country,” I said with a firm tone, “but here, you don’t get to come in late, and you absolutely don’t get to talk to your classmates when the class is already in session. Is this understandable?”

He nodded, his hair moved up and down.

“You sure you don’t want your new friend to translate for you?”

“I’m really sorry,” he said, and bowed. “It won’t happen again.”

Kito’s face was flushed red, and I felt bad for what I said. I was always known for being an easy-going professor who gave out A’s to the ones who never deserved them in the first place–that’s why my classes are always booked first and why my students like me; at least that’s what I tell myself–but I tosya escort couldn’t just let it go; I couldn’t get myself to bow back. It was the first class of the semester and my feelings had already gotten the best of me. How am I already a mess? This is not good. This is not good at all.

I tried to forget about what he did for a moment and enjoyed staring at him in that position: bent and obedient. Why don’t you finger down your panties a little, just enough for my cock to breed your pussy, I wanted to tell him so badly–It was perhaps the fastest way to forgive him for what he’d done to me. God! how much I wanted to punish him for how he made me feel.

The blond girl kept shifting in her seat, and when she no longer could handle seeing her boyfriend being treated that way, she stood up to defend him. “It’s my fault. I was the one who spoke to him.”

“How noble of you,” I said. “Very well, get out of the class.”

“Excuse me?” She said, with a baffled look on her face.

“Out,” I said, stepping closer. “I don’t want you in my classroom.” What the fuck am I doing! “You can come back tomorrow, if you want,” I added, trying to press the brake pedal on this snow ball.

“What did I do?” She raised her voice. “I went to Japan for–“

“One, I don’t care. Two, I don’t want to waste any more time on this. If you don’t leave now, I won’t let you come back tomorrow. Is this clear?”

“That’s not fair.” She stared at me, thinking I was going to change my mind.

I stared back until she grabbed her bag and headed for the door.

“Sit down, and don’t talk to anyone,” I said pointing at kito, after his girlfriend walked out of the door. Not going to lie, it felt good seeing him alone, raw, and submissive. He furrowed his brows and knitted a sad look on his face, and didn’t look up from his notebook, which made me crumple inside.

I am a dick. I am a fucking dick.

“Sucks doesn’t it?” I said and turned to the class and pointed my finger across the room. “This is a warning for all of you. You have to respect the rules, for without rules, we’re just animals with stinky feet and terrible haircuts.”

A few of the students chuckled in the back and the rest were confused, and half asleep.

A female student raised her hand in the front raw. She looked like one of those sticklers who were already worried about getting an A in the class.

“Not now,” I said. “Moving on, how many of you know what’s plagiarism?”

I jerked off right after the fourth period; a big, warm load of cum drizzled on two of my fingers. I licked the first one clean, savoring in it on my tongue, holding on it for as long as I could, using it to wash off the bitterness of my afternoon coffee and that sour aftertaste of what I’ve done to Kito, and that blond chick earlier. I saved the second finger to warm up my cunt, to make love to myself. Believe me when I say that a finger of cum warming up my cunt has always been my ultimate form of self-love on days like this.

It was fucking hot, and my body shook with pleasure as I was coming on Kito’s stiff imaginary cock, but I was mad at myself after I left the faculty bathroom. I had always been good at drawing a line between work and pleasure, but no matter how much I tried to busy myself with lecturing and meaningless shit after the first period, I couldn’t take my mind off Kito: his hair of coal, his eyes of silver, his chiseled cheekbones, the outline of his cock, his smile, his gentle and sweet smile, and that sad, sad look on his face when I lost it on him.

Fucking hell.

At the restaurant later that evening, my husband, Jim, makes fun of his colleague, Randy, who was plotting to offshore his work on him before heading on a cruise to the Bahamas. I chugged the third cup of rosé and listened to him talk painstakingly about the email Randy had sent initially to their manager to trap Jim, and the sequel of emails that followed.

I poured a fourth cup and chugged it.

Jim wasn’t paying attention to me; he hasn’t been for a while now. Sure, he was talking to my face, but for all I knew, he had been talking to someone else that had been hiding behind me for a year or so now.

He was doing what I call unloading the trash truck, something he was becoming better at over the five-year span of our marriage. During the first two years, I kept feeling like I had become better at being that blue recycling pin in my office corner. But over the past three years, I had expanded into trabzon escort the home-sized blue pin; and now, at this dinner table, I felt like I had transformed all of a sudden into one of those full-blown monstrous pins you usually see behind a Walmart.

“Isn’t that crazy?” Jim said, still sipping on his first cup.

“Crazy, yeah, for sure.”

I poured my fifth cup–the wine was already working it’s magic on me. I wanted to be mean, so fucking mean to Jim for brining me out to this nice Italian place, just so he can talk about Randy. Fucking Randy! Who gives a shit about him? He’s already in the fucking Bahamas chilling on a cruise, maybe even getting laid as we we’re speaking; and I’m here in downtown Chicago with my dick in my hand, thinking about his stupid fucking emails.

Fuck my life.

“You okay?” Jim asked.

I nodded. “So, what happened after you confronted him?”

“It was a mess, he pretended that I…” Jim’s mouth is moving now but I couldn’t understand much of what he was saying. It’s as if he was speaking from behind a muffled TV or a speaker under water. I gave him an unwavering smile and frequent nods–the special treatment I usually reserved for my boring colleagues.

Shit! Since when Jim has become like one of my colleagues? How did we get here?

I thought about the first time I ravished his cock half-way through our first date at Splash bar in Lakeview. I had met him at a conference my department was hosting, and he was all geeky and spoke of coding and IT and I had always been thirsty for smart, older hunks. I sat in the front row when it was his turn and kept smiling at him, sucking on my lips gently, thinking about shoving his cock down my throat. At last, he smiled back: a sexy, casual smile, and I couldn’t wait for this DILF to finish his presentation, so I could ask him out.

I had asked him to pay for the drinks half-way through our first date and to follow me to the bathroom. Yeah, I fucked the shit out of his cock. I knew he was going to be someone special when after he creampied me, he licked my pussy clean, like a little white kitten liking milk from a cereal bowl and thanked it for a job well done–till this day, after three years of dating and six years of marriage, I still get turned on thinking about his tongue licking my pussy.

He was still rambling about Randy, but my cock got stiff thinking about that first time and I got lost in that fiery memory: how he breeded me inside the bathroom stall with no mercy or hesitation, and indifferent, if not turned on by my loud moans intermingled with the constant creaking of the bathroom door. How he scrapped the back of his throat with my cock afterwards. How he rubbed the back of my balls the same way he used to rub his ex-wife’s clit. How I exploded in his mouth. How he swallowed all of it, every last drop. How he kissed my cock tenderly and thanked it for the job. How he tucked it inside my boxers with utmost care–a tired precious creature. How he fixed my hair and kissed some of his cum off my lips. How he hugged me tight. How he held my hand on the way to his car. How he kissed my lips goodnight before he dropped me off home. How he waited for me to get inside.

“…One night in Osaka and and three in Tokyo–” Jim said.

“Wait, Tokyo? Japan’s Tokyo?” I said, half drunk, recalling Kito’s earlier smile. I’ve been trying to forget about him all day long, and just the word Tokyo was enough to bring everything back.

“Yeah, have you heard about another Tokyo?”

“What about it?”

“I told you, Jasmin, she’s going there next month. There is this data analyst conference…” I blocked Jim’s voice as I recalled the outline of Kito’s cock.

“Kito,” I half murmured.

“What did you say?”

I shook my head and reached for my phone. I fished his email address out of the roster. What the fuck am I doing! Stop! But my cock got even harder and I couldn’t stop thinking about his smile and his cock trapped inside the tennis shorts. No, no! I shouldn’t write anything inappropriate; It’s sexual harassment, I’ll get fired. Yes, even tenured get fired over this shit. Stop, just stop! Okay, maybe I’ll just apologize. yes. I rubbed my cock and downed the fifth wine cup.

“What are you doing?” Jim asked.

I started typing the email with one hand, rubbing my cock with the other.

“Are you fucking kidding me?” He said, “Are you touching yourself right now?”

“No, I’m not.”

“Yes, you are. Who tunalı escort you talking to? Are you on Grinder again?” Yeah, I forgot to mention Jim never forgets. I hate that about him. Shit happens, and life goes on and people should just fucking move on. But no, not Jim. Not a single one in his family had dementia or ever developed Alzheimer. It fucking sucks.

“No, I’m not, look!” I said, flashing him my phone; I didn’t want him to get suspicious; Jealousy gets the best of him, always.

“You’re typing an email? Drunk?” he said, and broke laughing. “Are you drunk emailing your students?”

“I’m not drunk.”

He skimmed through the email, and then handed me the phone. “Oh, I’m sorry, you’re right; you’re just a boomer now who causally drunk email his students on a Monday? Yeah, not a biggie.”

“Excuse me? I’m still a millennial. You’re the only fucking boomer on this table, bitch.”

He chuckled. “You’re getting a hard on apologizing to your student for something dumb?”

“I was mean. I fucked up today.” I puffed and poured more wine.

He took away my cup and the bottle. “Hey.” He reached across the table and caressed my cheek. “You seem more worked up today. You sure you’re okay?”

“I’m fine.”

He gave me one of his teddy-bear-looks. “You sure about that, honey-stick?”

“I think I’m just drunk and horny,” I said, trying my best not to say anything about Kito.

“I told you you’re drunk.”

“No, I’m not. Don’t put words in my mouth.” I said and stood up; the restaurant span around me, and I held on to the table, bringing myself closer to Jim. “But I’m still hungry and you’re free to put something else in my mouth.”

I kneeled and grabbed his flaccid cock and he flinched. “What the fuck, dude. we’re at a restaurant.”

“Who cares.” I went for it again, and he clenched my hand.

“Alex, there are people watching.”

“Ohhhh, baby, you’re turning me on more.”

“Alex,” he muttered looking around, and flashed an apologetic smile to an older white couple sitting next to us. “Sit down, you’re making a scene.”

“Daddy.” I ran through his salt and pepper beard, and grabbed his hand and put it on my cock. “I’m in a bit of a jam.”

“Fucking hell, Alex.” He tore his hand off my stiff cock.

I fetched a hundred dollar from my wallet–way too much tip, but I had to seize the moment and there was no room to wait for change and bullshit receipts–and grabbed his hand.

“Wait, what are you doing?”

I flashed him a big sinister smile. “You already know.”

“Wait, this place is not like that–“

“Come on, don’t be a pussy.”

“I don’t think we can, I…I also have–“

“Pussy,” I said, raising my voice, and other dinners were looking at me know, evidently making a scene, which compelled Jim to go with my plan, because he knew I wasn’t going to stop.

Inside the family bathroom, I locked the door and dropped to my knees, unbuckling Jim’s trousers. “Alex, this is…”

I buried his cock inside my mouth. “Uh, Alex.”

Jim’s cock was thick and beefy, just like him. It was still soft and shy, and I tried to warm it up with kisses and then sucked on it, but it stayed small and shriveled. I fingered my mouth and reached for his pussy and rubbed it until his face softened.

“Uh, Alex, you’re–you’re a bad boy.”

I flashed him a smile and I imagined myself sucking Kito’s cock. Jerking off earlier didn’t do much and I had to cool off my mouth with Jim’s cock at all costs before tomorrow’s lecture, before I attempted something stupid.

Jim was finally going with the flow, I can see it in his eyes. I pushed my finger up his pussy and started breathing from my nose, since he was pounding my throat.

I felt him pulsating.

“Wait, don’t–“

I freed my head from his grip, and even though I was at some distance, he started shooting at my face, and some even made it inside my mouth.

He shoved my head back, filling up my mouth, but I pushed him away.

“Hey, I am not done yet,” he said.

“What the fuck are you doing?” I spat his cum on the floor. “Why did you come? I still want you to do me.”

Jim looked around. “Not here, this place is not like that janky bar.”

I got up and washed my hands in the sink and dashed out of the bathroom.

“Hey, hey, where are you going?” He tried to hold on to my arm. “You’re drunk.”

He tried to follow me for a bit, but then gave up after I strode forward, not looking back. “Okay, I’ll wait for you home.”

I walked around the city, and then all the way back to my sister’s apartment in the West Loop. The cold air of November chilled my bones and sobered me up, and I felt like a driftwood washing up on the coasts of this big ocean of city lights.

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