I was her summer subletter. Here’s how she became my cumslut sub. [MF] [Long] [Part 2 of 2]

As promised, here’s the second half (all three parts couldn’t fit in a single post so I had to split it up). The first half can be found [here](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/95zf5v/i_was_her_summer_subletter_heres_how_she_became/). Hope you enjoy!

# III.

So, the last part left off on a Tuesday in late July. Lauren had gone into the office and, per my instructions, relieved herself of her bra, placing it in her handbag, which left nothing but a t-shirt blouse between her soft, pale nipples and the unceasing blast of cool air her office’s AC was in the habit of dispensing all summer long. Lauren’s nipples — which hardened almost immediately upon removal of the bra, as she told it, and stood at attention for the remainder of the workday — became the subject of a number of distracted glances and subtle stares, from guys and girls alike, across the open-plan office space. On the internet, this kind of phenomenon is typically described with observations like “every guy in the room went rock hard, and began noticeably oozing precum out of their ten inch cocks,” etc. In reality, even a couple of furtive glances, awkwardly cast, is enough to set the heart racing. And so, around 4 PM, she texted me for permission to go to the bathroom so she could get herself off. Permission granted.

I was her summer subletter. Here’s how she became my cumslut sub. [MF] [Long] [Part 1 of 2]

So, a couple months back I posted two parts chronicling what went down almost exactly two years ago between myself and a recent college graduate I was subletting from. I pulled the posts (and my account) because sharing so much so publicly was starting to feel *just* a little too intense, but felt compelled to repost them the other day, as well as include the third and final part*, seeing as it all just felt unfinished and because a decently sized handful of you all seemed to be into my story, my style, or both. (Also, who am I kidding: I most *definitely* missed that voyeuristic rush.)

I intended to recount the whole of this story in a single post, but my tendency to sort of savor the details got the better of me.

All of what follows is strictly true, although specific bits such as dialogue and particulars such as where I placed my hand when, etc., are obviously approximated. I kept a journal during this time, and sure, it was unforgettable in its own way, but it was still two years ago.