Alumni Relations [FF] [Long] [Kink] [Bondage]

A few weeks ago I ended up back in the vicinity of my college town, on unrelated business. I had reached out to a professor asking if I could meet him for coffee, since he was instrumental in getting me my current job. He agreed, on the condition that I come speak to his capstone class, about the job market for our field, and options for those students who did not want to pursue law school or other graduate program. I said I would, so I found myself on campus and made my way to this professor’s office before class. There was a sticky note on his door saying he had forgotten about a meeting and I should go see his graduate assistant in the TA office and she would walk me to class.

Now, I’m 25 and young looking, thanks to an almost obsessive night time skin care routine. As such, poking my head into the TA office met me with almost indulgent stares, as if I was a lost little undergrad. Joke’s on you, I’m a mostly fully functional adult with a 401k. I asked for the TA in question, her name for this story will be Jane, because why not.

Jane was pretty. I’m sure she still is, but that day she was very pretty. She had blonde hair, a grown out pixie cut with wispy bangs. Tall and willowy, she looked like she would blow away if she wore a baggy sweater on a windy day. And, key to this story, she wore a little pink, purple, and blue pin on her shirt, in celebration of bisexual visibility day.

We chatted on our walk across campus, and I found out that she’s 27, and in the final year of her PhD program. Clearly she is very smart. She planned on becoming a professor, and already had a few job offers. Lucky girl. I mentioned I liked her pin, and we had a nice chat on sexuality and women. As she deposited me in front of the right class room, I slipped her my number, and before my talk began, I had a text asking if I wanted to grab drinks later. I guess I have that effect on women. Also in such a bible-y portion of the country, girls who like girls are few and far between, so I had that working in my favor.

After my talk and coffee with my old professor, I ran back to my hotel room to change into something less…conservative. I decided on black leather leggings and a plain white tshirt, with ballet flats underneath. We met up just outside a bar in the city, and had a drink or three. We decided we *really* needed to go dancing, however, this is the kind of city where not much is open past 10pm. So we went back to her place, because why the hell not. These are the decisions I make.

She was holding my hand the whole walk there, and when she finally got the door open, I was kissing her neck and nibbling her earlobe, much to the concern of her roommates, who were still up and watching TV. Oops. We went right to her room and locked the door, closing out the stifled giggling on the other side. She peeled my leggings off my ass, and smacked it a couple times before she turned on some music. I pulled off my shirt, and wearing just my bra, stripper-crawled onto her bed so I could watch her undress. Didn’t take long, she was in a simple dress. Very classy. She pounced on me, and kissed and bit my neck while she fumbled with my bra. Gentlemen, it’s not any easier for us to take them off.

Finally my tits were free, and for my frame, they’re big. I wear a 28C bra, and the girls are perky as hell, to the point of almost looking fake. But they’re real, and they’re spectacular. Skin care is key, y’all. I’ve got that classic hourglass shape, but in an understated way. Her mouth went straight to my nipple, her hand to my clit, and I squirmed under her touch, until she abruptly stopped, and hopped off me, in search of toys.

She had this gel, that when applied to my clit and nipples made everything *so* warm and *so* sensitive. She tickled me with a feather, after she had tied me to her bed, and dripped candlewax on me. Red wax looks *great* on caramel skin. She had gagged me, but took the panties out of my mouth so she could sit on my face. She tasted amazing, and didn’t stop her ministrations on my needy little clit.

Before she came, however, she paused and put on a bright pink strap on, and upon untying me, instructed me to go on my hands and knees, face on the pillow. Y’know, the classic face-down-ass-up position. I was begging for her to fuck me, but instead I felt a warm tongue on my asshole, as she licked and tongue-fucked it, ignoring my dripping slit entirely. I rutted backwards against her face, and felt the cool metal of a princess plug pressing against me. I gladly accepted it, and was delighted to discover that it was also coated in the warming gel. With my ass full and my pussy on display, she *finally* inserted the strap on, reaching forward to grab a fistful of my hair, wrapping it around her hand and pulling my head up. She fucked me until I was on the brink of ecstasy, then stopped, with an unusual request.

She handed me her phone, and wanted me to take pictures of her going down on me for her Tumblr. I was totally down, and happily clicked away as she sloppily licked up my juices, fucking the princess plug in and out of my asshole. Eventually she pulled it out, and slick with my juices, it slipped out of her hand and rolled under the bed, but she did end up with a nice shot of her with her tongue deep inside my ass. No, I am not sharing her Tumblr.

I came hard, and squirted all over her face. She insisted I help her clean up, so being a lady, I obliged, kissing and licking at her face until it was passably clean. Then I put her down on the bed and kissed my way down her body, finally ending up between her legs. I kissed her clit, and sucked and tongue-fucked her until she came so loud I’m certain her roommates knew. I fell asleep in her bed, which is something I never do, and in the morning we grabbed coffee and I fingered her in the back of the bus on the way to campus.

And then I said goodbye to my professor and skipped off home.

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/59e2x3/alumni_relations_ff_long_kink_bondage