Tatiana’s Jar

There’s no doubt in your mind that Tatiana should be the one to receive all your tickets. The way that toga clings to her body, highlighting all of her delectable curves, is persuasive as any argument gets.

“As you know, we’ll be drawing five names from each raffle jar, and each sorority sister will get the chance to pick which of those five lucky guys she wants to take upstairs with her,” Savannah announces into the megaphone.

You cross your fingers as she approaches Tatiana’s jar. She sticks her hand in the jar, shuffling up all the raffle tickets in there, and pulls out five tickets.

Lifting her megaphone up, she calls out the names: “Winning the draw for Tatiana, here are your five lucky guys! Please step up to the staircase Nick Bahaa, Dan Sviridov, Goutam Dasgupta, Tim Musatov, and Alex Knight!”

There’s a ripple of disappointment as, inevitably, most of the men lose the raffle. Even with your fistful of tickets, it was far from a sure thing that your name would be called. You make your way to the bottom of the staircase, standing shoulder to shoulder with the four other men who were called up. They’re good looking guys, well-groomed and reasonably stylish, and you feel your heart hammering as Tatiana descends the steps, looking over the five of you. There’s no telling who she’ll choose to take with her.

The Russian beauty stalks down the final few steps, gazing at each of you in turn. Her stare has the intensity of a Greek Goddess surveying her human sacrifice. The first guy flinches; Tatiana smiles and immediately discounts him with a shoo of her hand. This causes the second guy’s eyes to widen. He’s dismissed too.

There are three of you remaining. Tatiana pauses, resting her finger on her lips as she stares down you three. You maintain eye contact with her, showing her a cool smile. She may be your RA, but you’re not afraid of her. Somebody blinks, and he’s eliminated with a wave of his hand. He lets out a wail of despair that gets the girls on the steps chuckling. The last remaining guy cracks a smile at that, and just like that, Tatiana’s waved him away too.

Tatiana stares at you.

“Looks like you’re the only one left,” she says.

Looks like you’re into emotionally unavailable men, you think to yourself. But knowing that saying it would get you bitch slapped, you reply: “Guess I must have been the best of the bunch.”

“Careful there,” she smiles, resting a sculpted fingernail on your shoulder. “Just because I take you up, doesn’t mean I have to let you do anything.”

The room Tatiana takes you to isn’t hers. In fact, it isn’t anybody’s. It’s a barebones bedroom kept by the sorority sisters for events just like this: a place to get intimate without fear of bringing any baggage in.

“What have we here?” Tatiana asks, circling around you. “A young freshman who has the hots for his RA. How intriguing.”

She reaches for your shirt, grasping a fistful of it and pulling you in. You’re pulled up close to her body, the sheer toga hardly concealing her breasts, only an inch away from you. Your breath hitches. Her expression is fierce. This woman is not messing around.

“You’re mine for the night,” she whispers, flicking you back with a finger.

You stumble a step and trip back on the bed, falling onto it back first. Your head thumps on the mattress, your feet kicking up, and Tatiana smiles, leaning over you. She casually takes your shirt off, tossing it aside, and runs a hand over your body.

“That is a nice body,” she comments. “Good.”

“You must have picked me for a reason,” you say, finally finding your tongue.

“Only because the others were failures,” she replies.

“You got rid of them for such arbitrary reasons. I suspect you just wanted to pick me,” you say.

“Cocky boy,” Tatiana says, shaking her head. “Looks like I’m going to have to silence you.”

She pulls on her toga and it falls apart, the fabric unraveling and falling off her in waves. Like the unveiling of a statue, you suddenly see her nude body, and fuck Tatiana is hot. This Russian Theta’s hair spills over her shoulders, framing her ovular face and pale shoulders. Her tits are works of art, and so is the way her waist slims down to her pert ass. Her long legs vault over the side of the bed as she approaches you. Her intent is clear.

Tatiana straddles your body, lowering her pussy over your face. You let out a **** sound as she squats down, and you gasp for air.

“If you want to breathe again, make me cum,” she says.

What choice do you have?

Off you go, licking at that sweet pussy above you. You start slow, brushing at her warm folds, before you take a long lap at her inner lip, parting her flesh to find the sweet nectar within. This gets you your first moan of approval. You’re determined to make it the first of many. With your vision filled with the sight of her ass (and it’s a very pleasant sight indeed), you begin licking away, long strokes of your tongue exploring her depths as you try to figure out where she’s sensitive.

“That’s right, keep it up and you might be able to get somewhere,” Tatiana says, as your tongue flicks inside of her.

That gives you something to work with. You try to replicate the motion, flicking your tongue inside of her, feeling the way that she shifts on top of you, her breath picking up in speed. You continue onwards, grasping onto her legs, going down on her with gusto. This is your chance to please your hot RA. When else could you possibly get an opportunity like this?

You redouble your efforts, giving her pussy your all. Quick strokes of your tongue draw moans out of Tatiana, and you imagine yourself pressing your cock against her, thrusting in and fucking her. That image is all the motivation you need to keep going.

“Mmmm… yes… maybe you aren’t a totally useless freshman,” Tatiana murmurs.

You can feel her legs tighten around your face, and as you keep going, hints of tremors across her body begin to build into something larger. She’s close, you can feel it. You keep going on, knowing that even the slightest change in pace could undo all of your hard work. Tatiana groans, her legs tightening further, and what was an uncomfortable air situation becomes borderline untenable. You need oxygen, but she needs to cum for you to get it, and you put all your energy into getting her there, your tongue lapping and flicking over and over again. She’s so close…

“Fuck, Alex,” Tatiana cries out, unwittingly moaning your name.

She cums explosively, her whole body quivering atop yours, legs abruptly loosening. You gasp for air, holding onto her as she cums. She shivers from top to bottom. Her juices are a thick mix of sweet and salty, a blend that you’re happy to lap up. Even as she cums, you continue to eat her out, knowing that you can push her into a higher state of bliss, and you keep her high in the clouds for many more long seconds.

“Mmmmmmmmmmm…” she moans, throwing her head back.

As the throes of her orgasm begins to fade, she slides off of you and brushes a hand through her hair.

{if Tatiana > 100} “Well, are you just going to lay there on the bed?” she asks. {else} “Don’t expect to have that happen again,” she says. {endif}

{if Tatiana > 100} You stare back at her. {else} “No, of course not,” you say, your heart silently dropping. She’s made it clear that the two of you are done for the day. All that you can hope for is that this has warmed her up for something in the future. {endif}

{if Tatiana > 100} “If I have to clarify, it’s not happening,” she says, giving you a meaningful look. “Now, be a man.” {else} “Now, get out of here,” she says. {endif}

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