Grad School Fling [MF]

My master’s program was what’s called “low-residency.” What this means is that twice per year all of the students in the program meet up with the faculty for a 10-day residency, and the rest of the semester you work remotely with a faculty mentor. This story happened at one of those residencies, about five years ago.

I was a late arrival to my educational path, so I start my Master’s degree when I was 38. I was in my second residency, having one semester in the bag, and I have now lost that awkward nervousness that accompanied my first. Everything was going great.

Lauren, another student who’s in her third residency, and I begin to flirt a little. It’s fairly harmless, and she’s 15 years younger than I am, but it’s fun and engaging and helps pass the long hours with effectively nothing to do. The residencies take place at a remote location, isolated from any sort of city or town to go enjoy, so after classes and academic work ends (around 8 PM), there’s very little to keep entertained except drinking and socializing with one another.

I notice on the third day that the flirting is starting to get a little more serious, and I’m feeling some very real sexual tension. The two of us spend more time alone during off hours, sit together at every meal, and generally enjoy one another’s company. On the fifth night, we’re sitting in one of the common areas, when a faculty member, who’s room is adjacent to the lounge, asks us to vacate so he can get some sleep. It’s winter, so it’s too cold to go outside, and the other common areas lack couches or anything else comfortable to hang out, so most of us assembled decide to just adjourn to our rooms. Lauren grabs my hand as I’m gathering my things and asks, very quietly, “Can I hang out in your room?” How could I say no?

We find our way to my room, avoiding anyone else, and when we’re sure the hallway is clear, she slips inside with me and I close the door. As soon as I turn to face her she grabs me and kisses me, pressing herself against me with eager desire. We lean against the door and I kiss her deeply, for a surprisingly long time, my hands on her waist. When we finally come up for air, she says “I’ve been waiting for that since the first night…”

Before long we’re on my bed, and she’s tugging my shorts down so hard she nearly popped the button. My cock is hard as iron, and springs free against her hand. I’m a pretty well-hung guy, and when she wrapped her hand around me and squeezed she looked me right in the eye and said, “Mm, a challenge.”

She is still fully clothed, and as I reach to try to pull her top off, she instead slides down my body and takes my cock all the way to the root with one motion. I can feel her throat clenching around me, and her tongue massaging the underside of my cock. I was in heaven. I groan and lay my head back, letting her do what she will

She pulls my cock free of her mouth, takes one of my hands, and pulls it to her head. “Pull my hair… I want to feel dirty,” she whispered.

I grabbed a handful of her hair and start thrusting my hips, face-fucking her with deliberate, steady motions. She’s whimpering and moaning, gagging occasionally, and reaches down with one hand to start fingering herself while it’s happening. Needless to say, I didn’t last long.

It only took a few minutes before I could feel myself starting to cum. She quickly shifted, grabbing my hips with both hands, and pulling my cock all the way into her throat again. I came hard! My whole body was shaking from the force of it, and it felt like I shot a gallon into her mouth.

She sucked every drop from me, using one hand to squeeze my shaft as she pulled away, wiping the last droplet that emerged from my tip onto her cheek.

I’m still catching my breath when she stands up and grabs her purse with a smile, heading for the door.

I blinked, having no idea what to say, while she hummed to herself and grabbed the door handle.

She turned back to face me. I could see the glistening smear of cum on her cheek still. “See you tomorrow night.”

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