“The Leland Stanford Junior University...” I gazed at the elegantly embossed words at the head of my framed diploma. Mounted on the wall of my office, it was the one crown jewel that I allowed myself to wear, with my name printed in the same gothic font, below which followed the words that constantly make my heart swell with pride: “...who has satisfactorily pursued the Studies and passed the Examinations required therefo...

“Fuck me.” Drool and precum spill from my mouth as I gasp the words in desperation. Kneeling before you with my tits torn out of my dress, I can’t wait any longer. Neither can you. Even in the moment before, when my throat was clenching your cock, it had taken everything in you not to pull me off and do what you’ve wanted to do ever since I walked into our favorite bar an hour ago. We had met there for “drinks,” but both...