[MF] The Grad student cheats again

This is the story of the second time being with a girl who we’ll call ‘L.’

L was cute 22 and about 5’2. She was a grad student in English Lit at the local university, whip smart but goofy and definitely a little nerdy. She had long black hair, glasses with just these killer curves. I think she told me once she was half Thai and her skin was a few shades darker than my own.

I had previously met L while grabbing a coffee at my local cafe. She was reading a book that I also liked and so I struck up a conversation and we ended up spending two hours chatting and flirting over coffee. She told me about her studies, her interests, we talked about our favourite restaurants in the city and the podcasts we were currently listening to. The usual stuff one talks about to a stranger you’re interested in getting to know

After a while we exchange numbers and before I leave I ask her if she wants to grab a drink the next day. She said she was sorry and didn’t know how to bring it up, but she has a boyfriend and she didn’t think he’d ‘approve.’ I laugh and tease her a little bit I understand and I make a show of saying we should get a ‘friendly’ coffee sometime next week.

Despite exchanging numbers I figure I won’t hear from her again, our vibe together was definitely characterized by a flirtatious energy and figured she wouldn’t want to risk doing something she might regret behind her BF’s back. To make a long a story short, to my surprise I heard from her the next day asking if I was still on for that drink, I said sure and suggested the pub at the end of my street. I made a point to tell her I lived close by to make my intentions unambiguous, but she was just as into as me and that night was the first she spent in my bed.

Now I don’t know what happened that evening, maybe it was always inside her but L turned from this cute innocent grad student worried about her BF’s feelings to some cock hungry little slut who got off on having me say just the filthiest things to her. In heat of the moment she couldn’t help telling me how small and passive her BF was in bed, and more than once that night she came all over me while practically shouting how much better I felt inside of her.

After the effects of the alcohol from last night had worn off but before she snuck out of my apartment the next morning, she made a point to explain to me how this could never happen again. ‘I’ll be deleting your number as soon as I get home,’ she told me.

I wish I could say I was surprised but about a week later I get a message from L.

**L: We need to talk about what happened last week.

Me: Do we now? I thought you were going to be deleting my number.

L: I’ve just been thinking a lot about what happened and I just need to see you again

Me: I’m not so sure, you told me what happened last week would never happen again. Did you change your mind so quickly?

L: Don’t be an ass and make me beg, I’m already embarrassed I’m messaging you like this. My boyfriend is out of town this weekend. Just pick a day and I’ll be there.

Me: I do have plans this weekend, I can cancel but you’re going to have to make it worth my while.

L: I told you I don’t want to beg.

Me: Does your boyfriend have a favourite piece of lingerie you wear for him?

L: I have something I wore for him his last birthday this year. **

L spent the next few messages describing this skimpy little one piece her boyfriend had apparently absolutely adored. She tells me how it perfectly frames each of her curves, and how sexy she feels when she wears it. After she’s done I explain that she can come over Saturday night, but she’ll be wearing her boyfriend’s favourite piece of lingerie for me under all of her clothes. She’s reluctant at first but ultimately agrees.

Fast forward to Saturday, I had a bottle of wine chilling in the fridge when L texted me to tell me she was outside. I unlock the door and bring her into my condo, and ask her if she’s wearing what I told her to. L bites her lip, looks me in the eye and nods before turning around gesturing towards the back zipper of her cute little sundress. As I unzip it she sheds off that outer later revealing just how right she was about how perfectly her one-piece touched her curves. The black lace seems dance all over her skin and I can feel my cock begin to swell and press against the leg of my jeans.

“I would offer you a glass of wine,”

I move in close and whisper in her ear.

“Something tells me you’d rather just go to my bedroom.”

She looks up at me and nods before she grabs my hand and leads me to the other room.

Keep in mind L was small, and the first time we had hooked up she had a hard time deepthroating my full length. She was persistent though, and so determined that despite the fact she kept choking and sputtering she only took my cock out of her mouth when I said she could. Her make up ran down her face and she looked like an absolute slut but her enthusiasm was a huge turn on.

This night, after she led me to my own bedroom she got down on her knees almost immediately.

“I’ve been thinking about this all week”

She gasped, seemingly out of breath and flush. I could tell she was both nervous but also excited.

“I want to take all of you in my mouth this time”

She started undoing my belt, before unzipping my jeans.

“I need to feel your hard dick fill my throat.”

She slid my pants down, and it felt like every word she said made my cock throb with desire. As she pulled my boxer briefs down, she was close enough that my dick flopped out onto her face and she let a surprised squeal before a soft moan took over. She grabbed the base of my cock, and ran her tongue up the side before wrapping her pink, perfect lips around the tip. She sucked ever so lightly while she looked up at me.

“Are you going to try and be a good girl and take it all this time?”

She nodded to me as her tongue swirled around the tip.

“That means if you can’t I’m going to have to treat you like a bad little slut for not doing what you said you would. Do you understand.”

“No! I’m going to try and be a good little slut for you!”

She protested as her hands squeezed my balls, something I told her to do last time. She obviously has a good memory.

“Well then make sure you every single inch”

She began to work on my cock almost immediately, she bobbed up and down, her lips wrapped around he girth as my fingers ran through her hair. Occasionally she’d work up the courage to take an inch or two more than before and each time I could hear her gag a little as she desperately tried to stuff her mouth with me. Eventually it got to the point where each time she choked I could feel her throat tense around my cock, but she still wasn’t all the way there.

“You still have a few more inches to go until I’m satisfied L. You’re going to have try a little harder.”

I smile down at her, and with her mouth still full she looks up at me with desperate eyes.

“Looks like you’re going to be my dirty little slut again.”

At that L desperately begins to pick up the pace, her head bobbing up down even faster now, hoping to surprise her gag reflex. It feels incredible and part of me wants to just give in and fill her throat with cum. She builds up to one more deep thrust, but before she could get it all she jerks away coughing and sputtering worse than before. L is now sitting on the floor, covered in spit, touching herself while she stares up at me.

“You tried L, and failed. I want you to
tell me what happens next.”

“You’re going to make me your slut.”

I nod before grabbing her hair, and pulling her up to bed before bending her over the edge of the mattress and pushing her head down face first. One of the things L told me during our previous tryst was that she didn’t want any marks she might have to explain to her boyfriend. I’m not 16 so she didn’t have to worry about hickies, but something told me she liked to be spanked and that could definitely leave a hand print.

“L, because you failed to do what you said you were going to, I’m going to spank you know.”

“Really?” She gasped

“Really, how hard do you think I should spank you?”

“As hard as I deserve.”

My hand came down hard on her ass, I wanted it to sting and judging by the way she jumped I could tell it did. She let a sharp yelp, and I could see her legs start to quiver.

“That’s what you deserve.” I said before landing another open palm on her ass. L moaned this time and arched her back giving me a better angle.

“Now tell me who’s slut you are.”

*slap* another spank causes her body to tense again

“I’m your slut.”

*slap*

“Not your boyfriend’s”

“I’m all yours”

*slap* this time the head of my dick had been teasing her clit over the lingerie she was wearing and L was rocking her hips almost inviting me to fuck her. I pushed the piece of lace covering her pussy aside and as I pressed into her she moaned in a way that sounded so satisfied and yet hungry at the same time. She was dripping wet, and after a few slow deep thrusts I began taking her hard and fast. She screamed and begged for more, she begged for me to fuck her harder, she begged for it deeper, she begged for me to fill her pussy with cum. With each word I could feel myself getting closer to a release, and as I watched her pussy cream all over my cock I knew she was close too. Her moans grew more spaced apart, but when she moan did they were loud and long. Her pussy became tight and tensed around my cock, and her body followed not far behind. She started coming all over my dick, and I pounded her harder to match the rhythms of her body. As waves of pleasure washed over her, she was able to get out one sentence and she repeated it over and over. “Please come inside me” she asked, and repeated it the whole length of her orgasm. Not long after she was done, I felt my self on edge and told her that now was the time. My cock throbbed while it pumped what felt like my soul inside of this girl.

I collapsed on the bed beside her, we cuddled for a bit but now long after her she got up and made to leave. I was expecting her to stay the night but she explained her boyfriend had come back into town early and she couldn’t stay much longer. She left not long after, my cum
dripping down her leg and very obvious hand print on her ass. Later she texted me to tell me she could feel it inside of her while she kissed her boyfriend that night.

We saw each other for a while afterwards, but those stories are for another day.

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/cb7vxn/mf_the_grad_student_cheats_again