(All names have been changed to protect the privacy of the characters in the story)
When I went to university that morning, I had no idea what might be waiting for me and what was going to happen to me that day.
Honestly, I am Mahtab. I was 28 years old at that time and I was a graduate student at a university in Tehran. I started going to university and I was in the same situation. I just wanted to study and graduate. That day was also one of the last days of my semester and considering that I was an excellent student and I had no problem with my dissertation, I would get my degree soon and I wanted to leave the country with the help of my father to continue my education, and my educational conditions and grades helped me a lot.
Because I was studying for most of my life, I never thought about having sex, and at university I never had enough friends with any boy to have sex with. In fact, I did not care about sex at all and there were more important things in my life. Everyone told me that I was a very beautiful girl and if I was not so bad-tempered and bloody, I should have gotten married by now, but my education was more important to me and it did not matter what I looked like or what type I was.
That day was one of the days in May 85 when I went to university to attend the last session of Professor Mohammadi * 's class. The heat was annoying as usual. I wore a short coat up to my knees and a mask and did not have much makeup. Due to the accident and the crowded streets leading to the university, I arrived at the classroom about an hour late and after entering I met up to 40 students.
I apologized and sat down. The class lasted until 12:19 until Master Mohammadi announced the end of the class. I sat on the first chair until everyone left. After the master class was empty, he came to me and sat on one of the chairs next to me. A man in his thirties with a tall, attractive face. The teacher said: "Ms. Saberi. You got the highest score in the midterm exam." I was not surprised. Anyway, I said with a laugh, how much did I become a teacher? The professor said, "Well, you are surprised, but you are XNUMX years old, Saberi. I will also see the end of my name. I do not know why Saberi, but I want to help you graduate with the best conditions as the last semester I teach at this university.
It did not come as a surprise to me at all. Because I was an excellent student, not only Professor Mohammadi but all the professors helped me. It was not clear where. The professor asked me to call him around 5 pm to tell me where to go. I also thanked him and returned home. I called Master. Master Mohammadi asked me to go to an address near Saadatabad area. Our house was in Gharb town and we were not far away. At about 6 o'clock, I arrived at a large residential complex that Master had asked me to come to. I had to go to Unit 135. After using the elevator, I reached the sixth floor and unit 135. Although I did not go to university, I still wore a mask and a problem with a blue jeans. I reached behind the door and called. I waited for a while. Professor Mohammadi opened the door. The same man, but this time he had shaved his beard and wore an official brigade and the smell of his perfume had filled everywhere. I wanted to go inside. I listened to him too. Honestly, we all thought until that day, Master Mohammadi is married because he always had a golden ring in his left hand and his behavior made us think more. I entered. The house was empty. The teacher asked me to sit on the sofa and he himself entered the kitchen. I said loudly: Master So where is your family? Master Mohammadi said: They are not Iran, Ms. Saberi. They are America. I said in surprise: But you have been in Iran for a long time, Master. A few moments later, Master Mohammadi returned with two glasses of syrup and while "My wife and I have been separated for about 10 years. I have been living in Iran for several years," he said as he sat down.
I was surprised. In fact, all the words and hadiths that were said about Ustad were wrong and Ustad Mohammadi was a single man. Of course, I never got so close to anyone, but Ustad Mohammadi was still an attractive man. I took it out and put it on the table and said: Master, this is the end of my name. The teacher picked up his laptop from the sofa and checked it. I was. The most handsome and classy university professor was now sitting in front of me. A man I did not approach like most college girls because I thought he was married, but now the situation was different. Received: Where is Saber? Saberi. Suddenly I came to myself and said: Master, nowhere. I was thinking. Master Mohammadi nodded his head and stared at the monitor again. I asked the master for permission and went to the bathroom. I flushed my face. I went to the bathroom and stood in front of the mirror. I looked at myself. I did not have a bad face and my body was good.I took off my coat as well. I opened my head and completely opened my hair that came under my shoulders. I opened the milk and splashed some water on my face. I felt it on my shoulders. I was scared. I had no reason to go back and look behind me.
Warm hands slipped from my shoulders and came down from under my pen to my large and fleshy breasts and started rubbing my breasts. I did not say anything and I remained the same. For a few moments those hands rubbed my breasts and I I was also completely aroused. Maybe it was the first time in my life that I was aroused like this. Those hands slid down my chest and very slowly unbuttoned my tight jeans. I helped myself and took off my pants and shirt completely. It was time to go back. I turned around slowly and saw the attractive face of Master Mohammadi in front of my eyes. Slowly and softly, he started to eat our upper lip. I did not show any resistance either. And Crystal had taken me in his arms and was kissing me. Then he slowly lifted me up and as my lips were in the master's mouth we went to the bedroom. The master slowly put me on the bed and Dash began to take off his clothes. I lay on the bed, very excited, and looked at Master. I was very happy when I saw Master's clean and big cock. He was really a perfect man. After Master He took off all his clothes and came to me and lay on me and said in my ear: "You know Mahtab. I love you very much. Maybe I should say I love you" I was surprised to hear this, I was silent. Master, I miss someone wet He was using it and rubbing Kirsh on my pussy. Little by little, I was approaching orgasm and the master noticed my sighs, so he continued to work, and a few moments later, I was completely satisfied, but he was still not satisfied. However, he got up from me and slept next to me. He put his hand under my neck, took one of my hands with the other hand and started stroking my hair and my hand. He really knew how to deal with a girl and he was a master in his work. "The next moment, he said, 'Mahtab. Do you know where I want to go after this semester?' I turned my head towards him and said, "Where?" He laughed and said, "Sweden. The same university where you want to go to study. I's working there. Oh oh oh I can not leave you alone. Do you know what? I'm leaving Iran. Maybe forever. She's with you. That's why I want someone I love to take my virginity from me for the first time. I want you to do this for me! "Master Mohammadi said in surprise:" But ام. But are you sure, Mahtab? " I love you. "I have always loved you. I want you to do me this favor." Master Mohammadi smiled and started kissing my lips again. Then he got up and sat down under my feet. I bent down to get up. The master sat down between my legs and put a few paper towels under my back. Then he rubbed his finger on my pussy to stimulate me again. The same thing happened and right at the height of Master's lust, he destroyed my virginity with his finger.
From that day until the day I left Iran, I had sex with the professor several more times, and after getting my degree one or two months after the professor, I left the country for Sweden. Now, more than three years ago, Hamid and I ( Master Mohammadi) We live together in Sweden. We are not married yet, but a year after we arrived in Sweden, I became pregnant with Hamid and now we have a one-year-old son and we live a good life together. Never memories of Iran and my first sex I do not forget and I still have the same trait of being bloody and of course I still love the best teacher of my life….
