Go straight for the College

You decide you can get something to eat after you have visited the college and met your professor.

You head straight up the steep hill to the center of town, passing the different and vastly economically disparate districts of the city. You were hoping the more affluent of this land would be more refined, but in fact they were the most depraved. You spotted fine ladies wearing strange leather contraptions studded with metal, being pulled on leashes by men with huge erect codpieces, women getting paddled and men being even more sexually free towards every hole they met.

The college looms within your sight now, and you have mostly avoided the throngs of horny locals. But just as you think you are in the home stretch, a well dressed student walks right up to you and starts fondling your breasts. You stiffen up and try to push him back as he pulls them out of your shirt.

“Not from around here, are you miss?” He grins. He sucks on your right nipple, and then your left, squeezing your tits as he does. You feel aroused despite yourself.

“What does it matter!” You let out, frustrated.

“Oh, not at all. It’s cute. I was new here once, too,” he says between swirling his tongue around your nipples, casually pulling out his cock.

You two are getting jostled standing in the middle of the street, and the stranger leads you over to a bench where an old man is sitting. The old man smiles approvingly and pulls out his withered old cock in turn, tugging at the soft thing idly as he watches the student lift up your skirts.