I’ve written previously about a girl I knew in college named Kristin. We met in our Greek Mythology class, and even though she had a boyfriend at the time, she gave me one of the best blowjobs of my life during a “study session.”
Throughout college she was rarely single for more than a month. But whenever she was, we would meet up and have some fun. Among the highlights were the time she made me cum in her mouth in the library, and the time she gave me a lap dance and rode my cock reverse cowgirl while my roommates were all asleep and had no idea I was having someone over.
But this particular time was just after college. I had just started my first year teaching. Kristin had just recently become single again, and it was the first time I was living on my own without any roommates to worry about. I convinced her to meet me at starbucks near my place to catch up. She told me before hand not to expect to hook up because she was “done with that lifestyle.” Of course I said that was no problem.
She showed up wearing a tight green sundress, showing off her toned athletic legs and lots of cleavage. The green color complimented her dark red hair perfectly. We got coffe and sat down and chatted for a bit. I couldn’t keep my eyes off of her, and I wasn’t hiding it. Soon I couldn’t keep my hands off of her either.
Soon I had my hand up her dress in the middle of Starbucks. She was moaning softly and trying to carry on a normal conversation like nothing was happening under the table. When I asked her if she wanted to see my new place, she couldn’t blurt out “okay” fast enough.
We agreed I would drive her there and she would leave her car in the parking lot. As soon as we were in the car her hands were on my cock. She used to always call me…or *it* rather, “big boy” when we were in college. She said something to the effect of, “I’ve missed you, big boy,” giving it a squeeze. I told her that her “big boy” missed his favorite cock slut. I knew from experience how much she liked dirty talk.
We somehow made it to my apartment without crashing as she continued to rub my cock through my pants and run her mouth like the good little slut she was, telling me she couldn’t wait for me to choke her on my thick cock, how she wanted to make me cum so hard I forgot my name.
I also knew was also into some light rough housing. So when she got out of the car I spanked her ass, and told her to walk in front of me so I could watch her. She teased me when we got to the door, letting her sun dress ride up so I could see her ass swallowing up her bright red thong.
I pushed her agaisnt the door, my hand on her ass, my tongue in her ear, as I undid the lock. When it swung open I shoved her inside. She dropped to her knees immediately. It was so fucking hot, seeing the way she just transformed into an obedient little slut for me at my touch.
She didn’t need me to tell her what to do next, her hands were all over my pants, undoing the zipper, desperately trying to get my cock free while I twirled my fingers in her hair, holding the back of her head.
When it finally sprang free, she let it smack her in the face. Then she grabbed the shaft and slapped it across her cheeks a few times, teasing me. That was my first year as a teacher, and she knew it. Becuase she looked up at me and asked, “What do you want me to do now, teacher?”
It drove my wild. I told her to deepthroat her teacher’s cock. I grabbed her hair again, encouraging her to open her mouth. When she did, I pushed her down on it. Not that she needed the help.
It felt amazing to be inside her mouth, hitting the back of her throat. She was one of the best cock suckers I’ve ever met, and I’ve met some good ones. She let it hit the back of her throat, then tilted her head back and relaxed her throat until she was taking all of it. I held her there looking down at her until she pushed back slightly on my legs. I let it slide out of her, trailing so much drool all over her face and down her chest. She didn’t have a gag reflex. And she was proud of that fact.
I was so turned on on a primal level. I reached down and yanked her sundress down, exposing her matching red push up bra.
I told her to take her bra off. She tore it off herself without a moment’s hesitation. Her breasts were full, her skin was soft and pale and she had pink nipples. They were hard. I reached down and grabbed a breast in my hand hard as she shoved my cock back in her mouth.
I didn’t know she liked it so rough, but I just couldn’t help myself. I pinched her nipple hard. She let out a deep moan, and when she came up for air again she said, “fuck yes, be fucking rough with me, teacher. I’ve been a bad student.”
She kept worshiping my cock, jerking it, soaking it in her drool, slapping it on her face. I’d never done this before or since, but I was so worked up that I pinched her nipple again, pulled her tit up, let it go free, and then slapped my hand down on the top of her breast.
I don’t know what made me do it and I’m sure not every woman likes it…but she shoved her hand in between her leg, started rubbing herself through her thong, and told me to do it again.
I slapped her breasts again, slapped her face, talked dirty to her. It was so filthy and I could tell it was driving her just as wild as me because she was talking dirty back to me, telling me to abuse her, that she was my teacher’s pet, my obedient little cock slut, a filthy pain whore for her teacher.
After deepthroating me again until I felt like I was going to have a heart attack, my precum leaking down her throat, she looked up at me, stroking my cock in her drool, and said, “cum all over my slutty little face teacher.”
I didn’t need to be told twice. I grabbed the back of her head as I felt my cock explode all over her face. It was so thick from being worked up all day thinking about her and what might happen. Rope after rope splashed all over her face, in her mouth, down her chin, in between her tits. It felt like it went on forever.
She moaned the whole time, rubbing herself getting herself close as I finished on her and breathing out a “holy shit yes.”
She kept stroking it so fast even after I had cum. It felt so good that it almost hurt. I couldn’t take it anymore. I pulled her off me and to her feet, and shoved her towards the table. She slapped her hands down on it, still dripping my cum, as I grabbed her thong and just pulled as hard as I could, snapping it right off her ass before I spanked my hand down on it hard. I asked her if she liked that as I slid my hands in between her legs and right inside her, making her gasp
I slid my middle and ring finger deep inside her, bending my pointer and pinky fingers against her ass for leverage, and vibrated it there inside her as I pushed her flat down onto the table, her cum soaked face and abused tits pressed hard against the wood.
She was so wet, it didn’t take long. She didn’t really need me to tell her to “cum like a filthy little slut for me,” but I told her to anyway. Soon she was screaming and writhing on the table and squirting all over my floor.
But just like she didn’t stop when I was cumming, I refused to stop too. I kept pushing my fingers deeper inside her, refusing to let up the pace.
I finally relented and let her slump down onto the table. We both laughed then, and she went to my bathroom to clean her face off.
We started talking, catching up a bit, drinking water, but I just couldn’t keep my hands off of her. Soon we were at each other’s bodies again.
After that first time we finally fucked proper, which would go on for a few minutes before she would get me off with her mouth and hands and I’d return the favor. Then we’d clean up, laugh, water, talk, repeat
I really did loose track of how many times we both came, and I was honestly surprised I still had any cum to give by the end.
Eventually she told me she had to go or her roommates would start to worry about her. I drove her back to her car, and gave her a deep kiss before she left. I could still smell my cum on her, despite her attempts to clean herself up.
I tried to meet up with her again after that but our plans fell through, and soon she was dating someone new. She’s the type of person who already has someone lined up before she breaks something off, and at that time I was not emotionally ready for a serious relationship anyway.
We have chatted a bit since then (especially during lockdown, even though neither of us are single now) and we love to reminisce about our adventures. By our memory, we each came at least 7 times that day, easily a record for both of us.
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/onmol3/my_m_final_fling_with_the_perfect_college_slut_f