This is another peek into the short, intense, erotic relationship I had with a sweet and submissive librarian in my college years in the early 90’s at UC Santa Cruz. [[ Original post here : [https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/xz19yy/a_late_night_in_the_library_with_a_vampire_mf/](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/xz19yy/a_late_night_in_the_library_with_a_vampire_mf/) ]]
Recap: Laurali [ lau-rah-LAY ] worked as a librarian in the science department on campus, with long, wavy black hair that would have hung just below her waist if she didn’t keep it tied up in a complex braid most of the time. Her mom and dad were from South Africa and Korea, and she had an exotic light brown complexion like people who live in Morocco. She was just under 5′ tall, with a curvy but fit body, b-cup breasts, and a tight but curvy ass.
… she tended to wear gray colored loose fitting clothing, most often a long gray skirt, a blouse, and a sweater that hid her curves.
Me? 5’8″, utterly average and skinny hispanic/white guy who weighed in at 160lbs if I’d just eaten a Thanksgiving dinner, with all the fashion sense of a geek. Jeans-tshirt-and Birkenstocks kind of Santa Cruz guy with an unruly mop of curly dark brown hair and no facial hair to speak of … and a totally average ( if girthy ) dick if it matters to anyone.
AAAAND on with the story …
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[7:30pm, on campus, just outside the library in Fall. It’s dark, with a full moon on a clear and cool night in the redwood forest of UC Santa Cruz.]
Laurali waited outside the back entrance of the library in the dark, leaning against a redwood tree growing right beside the door, having just finished her Friday night shift. Her job at the library had done its job, keeping her safe from the sun and giving her an opportunity to earn money on a more “normal” daytime schedule.
God, it ***sucked*** to have Porphyria… everyone else got to enjoy their time out in the daylight and at most could get a sunburn. It would ***kill her***… literally causing her skin to peel and burn as if by acid. In a way, Laurali was a real-life vampire, but with absolutely no supernatural powers. Since she was too young to remember, staying out of the way of the Big Burning Nuclear Ball of Fire in the sky was basically just a survival thing and **that** was ***that***.
Aaaaaand… there I was, on time and punctual, as usual, walking down the dirt forest path from my own job managing a coffee shop halfway across campus. Laurali shifted one leg up over the other and gave me a look, along with a sexy “come hither” motion of her hand.
“Hey there, loverboy!” she cooed at me, in her best impression of Jessica Rabbit from that cartoon movie a few years before. “You seem happy today.”
I couldn’t help myself, grinning from ear to ear. It had been a really, really good day. “Yeah! Finals are coming up, and I managed to finish my Biochem classwork early ***and*** close up the cafe early today. So many people came today that we sold out of just about everything!” (I may have been just a BIT proud of the achievement. Campus cafes are hard to manage at the best of times.)
“That’s great!” Laurali replied, with a little grin. “We should celebrate…” and she passed her hand flat down along her sides and hips slowly over the gray, thin, tight fitting knit dress she had picked to wear that evening. “… you up for some fun?”
Laurali was always frank, forward, and despite being submissive made sure to say what was exactly on her mind. ALWAYS. I found that to be one of the best things about her… she knew what she wanted, and didn’t play games. The first time we had made love, she had seduced me in the library by leaving a trail of her clothes all the way up a stairwell.
“HELL yes I am.” I said, enthusiastically. “What did you have in mind?”
She stepped away from the tree she was leaning against, into a puddle of light projected by one of the buildings lamp posts. The gray dress was tight and it left nothing to the imagination at ALL! Her small breasts, her nipples hard from the cold fall air, were picked out as neatly as if she had worn nothing at all. “I’d like to walk to your place down the forest trail, and I want to please you along the way, Sir.” she said, and pulled something out she had been hiding behind her back.
In her hand she was holding a thin black leather collar with a D-ring and snaps, and a long length of delicate steel chain with a leather loop handle on it. Basically a fancy collar-and-leash setup with about four feet of chain. She fastened the collar around her neck, then held out the leash to me with a gesture, her eyes looking down, but bright nonetheless.
I hooked the chain up to her collar, and in that moment her whole demeanor changed. She … relaxed and melted into a submissive attitude, and she let me take the lead as we walked between the redwood trees into the moonlit night onto the back trails. “Let’s go then, little mouse.” I said, firmly tugging her leash towards me. She let out a little breath and gasp, then started to walk along behind me.
From the library, to my apartment on campus, was maybe a half mile or so… and at night, almost nobody ever walked the back trails. Mostly people stuck to the paved lit trails, or took the shuttles to get around. It was dark in those redwoods, even with the moonlight peeking through.
We walked in silence, listening to the sounds of the woods at night for a good ten minutes down the trail as it got darker and cooler… the only real sounds disturbing the quiet forest were our footsteps, and the sounds of the chain of the leash, and our breathing. Halfway down the trail was a small clearing where a tree had fallen a few years before, leaving a gap in which the full moon beamed through, illuminating the cut stump of the tree and the tiny meadow of leaves and grass around it.
“Stop here.” I said, looking at her. She obeyed, her hands by her side.
I had come directly from the cafe, with my small bookbag. Aside from a couple journals that served as the accounting books, I also had a few other useful things in the bag.. and one came to mind. I had purchased a new Leatherman multitool a week before, and had gotten into the habit of carrying it around with me.
“Girl,” I asked, “Do you care much for that dress, or what happens to it?”
“No Sir.” she replied “I belong to to you, and so does my dress.”
… well, that was all the consent and motivation I needed, right there. I reached over to my bag and opened the tool, selecting the knife. “Yes, you do.” I said.
We had explored a lot of kinks in the weeks between our first encounter and now, and I had found that she loved being an exhibitionist, dares and risk, and we had built up a great deal of trust in that time.
I reached out with the knife and with my free hand I wrapped her braided long hair in my fist and pulled her neck back… touching her cheek with the cold, sharp, tip of the blade. “Can you stay still, and quiet, little mouse?” I asked.
“Yes Sir, I can stay still, and quiet for you.” she replied, involuntary shivering slightly.
I dragged the point of the knife along her chin, down her jawline, and to the tight-fitting collar of her dress around her neck. “Ah this won’t do” I said, softly… and moved my hand from her hair, to hold the fabric of her dress away from her neck… and sliced it apart as easily as paper. Damn, that new blade was ***sharp***.
“Feet apart, mouse.” I said, “and don’t move if you value your pretty, unmarked skin.” … and in a single motion I cut the dress from her neck all the way down until it parted at the bottom seam, with one cut.
Laurali was, as I had expected, completely naked under the dress. I pulled it from the back of her neck, and it slipped off her arms, leaving her naked in the clearing — wearing nothing but her flats, the collar, and a pair of earrings.
“Oh, Sir” she breathed out, softly, as the cold fall air hit her, her feet shifting slightly and her knees bending.
Without warning, I slapped her across her face, with enough force that the slap echoed amongst the trees. “Girl, I said DON’T MOVE and be QUIET.” I stated sternly, but not loudly… my tone hard, but level and commanding.
“I’m sorry, Sir.” Laurali said very, very softly and staying still. “I will do better, Sir.”
“Good.” I replied, and folded my knife and put it away into my bag, then lay her now-ruined and sliced dress on the ground in front of the stump. Leading Laurali by the hand, I pointed where it lay…
“Kneel here, on your knees, little mouse.” and stood in front of her. “You wanted to please me, and I don’t feel like wasting time disciplining you in the middle of a dark forest at night. So, lets put you to good use.” I unbuckled my pants, and made my request obvious.
She reached forward, never raising her head or looking at me, unzipping my jeans and pulling them gently down as she nuzzled and caressed my dick with her face, her hands and her hair. “Yes, Sir” she said… not meekly, but with a hungry, willing, eager tone of voice.
Then, she put her hands on my hips, and slid the tip of my dick into her mouth… and then in one motion she took it all in at once to the back of her throat, murmuring and moaning slightly as she did so. I could feel myself getting harder as she moved her tongue… then took me in more, not breathing at all… just… swallowing me and giving herself that way to me.
Thirty seconds passed, then forty, then fifty… as she moved her head back and forth, still not breathing but letting my cock fill her. After over a minute, she pulled back a bit … letting the air into her lungs but not gasping at all. She … just breathed in a bit, breathed out a bit, and went back to it.
We were like that, with her fucking my cock with her face, her throat, her whole being for what seemed forever… but was probably only a handful of minutes. The ecstasy of the sensation and control over her mesmerized me until I could take it no more and I pulled her off me with a “POP!” as her lips smacked.
“Mousie mouse, you need to BREATHE!” I said, a slight worry in my voice… and looking into my eyes she said “No, I don’t. I only need you, Sir.” and she took my hands into hers, and put them to either side of her neck. “Please, Sir… will you… squeeze me? Here?”
We had done some breathplay before, and I knew she would tap out if she felt unsafe or needed to break off…. so I put my hands around her neck, above the collar still surrounding it, and pressed against the sides of her neck. She sighed deeply, and with pleasure, nodding… then put my cock back in her mouth as I thrust it into her throat. Back.. and forth… in… deeper… and harder.. but not primally.. not without control… just thrusting into her again and again as her eyes faded.. and faded.. and…
I came so, so very hard into her… pulsing into her again and again as she swallowed every drop. I took my hands away from her neck, but she continued to push her lips right up against the very base of my cock and swallowed it all. Every drop… and held there for some time … before pulling back and letting it free.
“Thank you, Sir.” she said, quietly and breathlessly “For letting me serve you, and love you, and make you feel pleasure.”
“Thank you, my mousy librarian.” I said, and MEANT every word of it. “I love you, I love what you do for me.”
We spent a good hour in that clearing, making the kind of love you get between a Dom and a submissive… and between two people who love each other. By the time we were done she was a mess, leaking cum from her pussy, and her her ass, and in her hair… and she had a couple new bruises on her asscheeks … and knees … and elbows. We both smelled of sex, of sweat, of cum, of each other, and somehow a little bit like the cinnamon soap she used.
She walked the rest of the way to the apartment nude, trailing behind me with the collar on her and the leash in my hand. We snuck back in via the back stairwell of the building to my 3rd floor apartment. Nobody saw us.
We took a shower together, talking about the day like any two lovers do, cuddling with each other through the night.
The next morning she wore one of my gray, long plain t-shirts home and a pair of my boxer shorts back to her place… and we never DID find the remains of that gray dress again in the woods.
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