Magna Universitas Ch. 04

Literotic asexstories – Magna Universitas Ch. 04 by harkon9225,harkon9225
The shrill alert of Jacquelyn’s alarm sliced through the still morning air at exactly 7:30am. She stirred from her sleep, eyelids heavy and body wrapped between two warm, male bodies. In front of her, the young freshman, Travis, had his face buried in the ample valley of her breasts. His breath was hot and rhythmic against her skin, his lips slightly parted in his slumber. Behind her, a sophomore, Ethan, was pressed against her back, his semi-erect cock nestled snugly between the cheeks of her ass, his strong arm draped casually over her waist. She twisted her body, shaking them from their contented sleep. “Wake up,” she said, her voice husky from sleep, yet still steeped in authority. “It’s time to get to work.”

As an experienced fourth-year student, and the Vice President of the Sexual Relief Committee, Jacquelyn’s duties had her knee-deep in the university’s sexual ecosystem. Her mornings were consumed with the task of sorting through the pile of requests that had accumulated overnight. Each one was a plea for a committee member’s skilled hands, mouth, or pussy to provide relief for carnal needs. These requests ranged from classrooms requesting committee members as exam proctors who would service male students who might otherwise interrupt female test takers, to club and sports teams requesting additional relief for their members, to individuals having a hard time satisfying a particular kink with regular free use girls. Jacquelyn was one of the central points of contact for the faculty and student organizations, ensuring a steady supply of ready and willing girls to meet the growing demand for sexual relief in classes and club events.

Each morning, Jacquelyn and her two assistants meticulously reviewed each request, determining the validity of the request, then matching it with committee members whose sexual abilities and experience best suited the task – a delicate balance of availability, skill, and kink compatibility. Occasionally, high-priority requests would require her personal attention, allowing her to strut her sexual expertise.

Her two assistants, Travis and Ethan, were a godsend. These guys were always ready to lend a helping hand to assist with the administrative side of her duties. They had been a part of a program she had pioneered during her second year when she had begun to notice the rapidly growing demand on higher ranking members of the committee. Overwhelmed with boring logistical and administrative tasks, the girls had little time to spare for their sexual duties. As it turned out, girls being able to provide sexual relief was just as important for them as it was for guys being able to have sex at any time. To that end, Jacquelyn proposed a system where guys would be recruited by the committee as admins, devoting their time to helping handle logistics, and in exchange, be granted the privilege of living with and having unrestricted sex with some of the most experienced committee members.

Jacquelyn slid out of the warm bed, leaving the two guys sprawled in a tangle of limbs and sheets. Her naked body moved with feline grace, breasts swaying gently with each step as she padded over to the bathroom. The cool tiles tingled against her bare feet, a stark contrast to the heat radiating from the bodies she’d left behind. Stepping into the glass-enclosed shower, she turned the knob, allowing the hot water to cascade down her body, tracing paths over her full breasts and down her flat stomach.

Through the open door of the bathroom, she could see that Travis and Ethan were slowly getting out of bed as well, pulling up their tablets and beginning to review requests. Ethan, having done this for a year already, was guiding Travis, still in his first month, on some of the more basic requests and how to process them. Still, the two often came across requests needing Jacquelyn’s attention. Wrapped in the cocoon of steam and the rhythmic patter of water, she was brought to the day’s business by Travis’s voice. “Jacquelyn, we’ve got a request from Professor Harris. His calc class had some no-shows, followed by students coming off the waitlist. As luck would have it, all the no-shows were girls, and the new students were guys, leaving the Monday 11am breakout session quite lopsided. He’s requesting three committee girls to sit in on that session until they can re-balance the numbers.”

Jacquelyn thought for a moment. “Three seems like a lot. It sounds like they still have girls in the session, so the boys will still have pussies to make use of. Check if it’s really as lopsided as he claims, then you can make the call on who and how many to send.”

“Got it. I’ll verify the class numbers, then see who’s available on the schedule.” Travis said, as Jacquelyn turned off the shower, and stepped out, patting herself dry. She smiled. Travis was becoming more and more reliable each day. She stepped over to the sink, reaching for her toothbrush.

Ethan’s voice came ringing in next, “There’s a request from Gourmet Delights in the commercial district. They have an especially large birthday booking today, almost all guys, and they’re asking for four committee members to be on standby to service them.” Jacquelyn frowned at her reflection in the mirror as she brushed her teeth. Although the commercial district was technically part of the school and subject to free use regulations, she didn’t like the idea of sending unpaid volunteers from the committee to help a for-profit business.

“Rejected,” she called out, her voice muffled by the toothbrush in her mouth. Spitting out the toothpaste and wiping her mouth, she moved onto doing her makeup. As she began to apply foundation and a subtle hint of blush, she found herself increasingly annoyed. “Oh, and Ethan?” She called out, voice echoing off the bathroom tile. “Please draft a sternly worded reply to them. Remind them it’s their job to hire enough staff to provide sexual services to patrons. The Sexual Relief Committee is not their free entertainment.”

“Sure thing,” Ethan replied. “Er, while I’ve got you, one last request. It’s, um, from a third year named Mason. He’s, uh, asking for a girl into, uh, scat play. Says it’s always been a fantasy of his, and of course, no normal girls have been willing.”

Jacquelyn considered it as she applied her lipstick. It was certainly a fringe kink, one that even committee members usually avoided. Still, there were a couple members who were prepared for it. “Check with… Bella, I think it was.” She said, securing her standard ponytail with a hair tie. “If I recall correctly, that’s on her ok-list. If it is, schedule something for the two.”

The smell of freshly brewed coffee and cooking oats wafted from the kitchen as Jacquelyn stepped out of the bathroom, her body still glistening with droplets of water. Ethan was hunched over his tablet, his fingers flying over the screen as he completed her requests. Across the room, Travis was at the stove, stirring a pot with one hand as he scrolled through a tablet with the other.

Jacquelyn slid onto a stool at the kitchen counter, her bare ass pressing against the cool steel. Travis set a mug of hot coffee and a bowl of steaming oatmeal before her, the scents of rich dark roast, sweet honey and tart berries creating a fragrant mosaic. “What’s on my schedule for today, Travis?” she asked, taking a sip of coffee. Travis glanced at his tablet one more time before making his way around the counter to stand behind her.

Sensing his intent, Jacquelyn subtly shifted her hips. She slid her bare ass back, moving just far enough off the stool to allow him access to her holes. Travis pressed against her, his hard cock nudging at her puckered asshole. With practiced ease, she relaxed, allowing his thick length to easily push in and fill her ass. His breath hitched at the tight heat enveloping him, a pleasure he had to momentarily suppress in order to maintain his composure.

“First, at 9:30AM, you’ve been assigned a new student to show around campus.” Travis began, his voice a low rumble against her ear. His hips started a slow, deliberate rhythm, his stiff cock sliding in and out of her ass. Every inch of his length was swathed in her tight heat, a sensation that made his heart pound against his ribcage and his breath hitch in his throat. He had to consciously suppress a groan of pleasure, focusing on the task at hand. “His name is Marcus, and you’ll meet him at the front office after the headmaster is done with him.”

Travis’s hands traced down her sides, his fingers dancing over the soft skin as he increased his tempo. His cock was throbbing, every nerve ending set alight by the clenching grip of her ass. He could feel the veins pulsing against the tight ring of her hole, the intensity of the sensation threatening to override his control. “Then, at noon, you’re needed at the Sexual Relief Committee recruitment event in the quad,” he managed to continue, the words coming out in a ragged whisper. With the start of the new school year, recruiting fresh meat for the committee was another cornerstone of Jacquelyn’s role. She was always on the prowl for girls with a spark in their eyes and a hunger for cock. These girls had to be willing to spread their legs for the committee and ready to learn their fine art of sexual service.

“In the afternoon, at 3 PM, you have a meeting with Headmaster Caldwell,” Travis grunted, his pace faltering as he fought the mounting wave of pleasure threatening to crest. His palms were slick with sweat against her hips, his fingers digging into the soft flesh as he drove into her. Each thrust of his hips was a battle against the overwhelming urge to let loose. “The headmaster has expressed interest in discussing the allocation of more funds for the committee. He’s eager to hear your proposal.” Jacquelyn frowned. She hadn’t heard about this. Normally, this was a job for their treasurer, Andrea, but with everyone so busy, it wasn’t uncommon for Jacquelyn to have to pick up such tasks.

“And finally,” Travis managed to gasp out, his cock buried deep in Jacquelyn’s ass, the tight ring of muscle squeezing him relentlessly. Each thrust buried his throbbing cock deeper into her tight hole, the sensation of her heat and tightness encasing him threatening to send him over the edge. “At 6 PM, there’s a networking dinner party where you… you and other committee members are to help with recruitment efforts.” His breath hitched, and he had to pause, fighting the wave of ecstasy building inside his loins.

“Distinguished professors… from other top universities… will be in attendance,” he continued, the words tumbling out in jerky utterances amidst the overwhelming pleasure. His hips pounded against her, the sight of his cock disappearing into her ass each time driving him crazy. “Your jobs are to… convince them… using your mouths… your cunts… whatever it takes… to leave their institutions and join Magna Universitas.” His thrusts sped up, the pleasure mounting to a fever pitch. “That’s… that’s all for today,” he finished.

After a final, desperate thrust, he pulled out, his cock glistening and throbbing with pent-up desire. “I… I still need to put the finishing touches on your oatmeal,” he moaned, his voice hoarse. Understanding his intent, Jacquelyn picked up her bowl of oatmeal. She lowered it down, positioning it beneath his twitching cock.

With a low, guttural groan, Travis released his hold, his sperm shooting out in thick ropes. It landed in her oatmeal, the white streaks contrasting starkly against the warm brown of the oats and the vibrant colors of the berries. His body convulsed with the force of his orgasm, pleasure spiking through him in intense, electrifying waves. Once he’d emptied himself into her oatmeal, he dragged his spent penis back across the rim of her bowl, using it to scrape off the last drop of his cum.

Seeing Travis hovering nearby, watching her intently, Jacquelyn understood her job of providing pleasure was not quite over yet. “You always make the best breakfasts, Travis.” Jacquelyn grinned as she picked up her spoon. She made a show of it for him as she began to eat, enjoying the garnish of semen across the oats and berries. Travis watched on, entranced by the sight of her consuming his sperm. Each time she brought the spoon to her lips, her tongue darting out to taste the salty-sweet concoction. There was no hesitation, no grimace of distaste. Instead, Jacquelyn made sure to show Travis that she loved it, swirling his cum around in her mouth, savoring the salty tang of his essence against the sweet tartness of the berries.

As she finished her oatmeal, Ethan’s voice sounded out. “I’ve finished the letter to Gourmet Delights, Jacquelyn,” he said.

She nodded, her eyes flicking to him as she stood up, taking her empty bowl and mug to the sink. “Send it,” she instructed, her voice crisp and authoritative. “After that, contact Andrea and get her draft presentation on the funding request for the committee. Clean it up for me, then make sure it’s loaded on my tablet by 2 PM; I want to review it before my meeting with the headmaster.”

Ethan nodded, his fingers already tapping away at his tablet. “Understood,” he acknowledged.

Jacquelyn headed back to the bedroom, turning towards her closet, her mind already on her outfit for the day. As she reached for her usual uniform Ethan stepped up to her. “Just one more thing. Before you head out, can I use your pussy?” he asked, stiff cock in his hand. She glanced over her shoulder at him, a small smile playing on her lips.

“Sure, but be quick,” she said. As Ethan approached her, Jacquelyn turned to face him, her back pressed against the cool wall of the closet. His hands were warm on her skin, his fingers sliding up the smooth skin of her chest to cup her breasts. His mouth met hers in a heated kiss, his tongue sweeping into her mouth as his fingers rolled her nipples. She lifted one leg, wrapping it around his waist as he positioned himself at her entrance. With one quick, powerful thrust, he buried himself inside her, his length filling her completely.

Ethan’s thrusts were rough and fast, his hips driving into her with a frantic pace. Jacquelyn braced herself against the wall, her fingers digging into his shoulders as he pounded into her. She could feel every inch of him, the veins of his cock pulsing against her inner walls, the head of his cock hitting just the right spot inside her. Her pussy clenched around him, the tight heat of her driving him on. Her hands tightened on his shoulders, maintaining balance as his thrusts became more forceful.

The room echoed with the sound of their bodies colliding. Ethan’s grunts filled the silence, his fervor mounting with every passing moment. As he neared his climax, Jacquelyn said “Hurry if you can. I don’t want to be late.” her voice steady. At her words, Ethan pulled out. His cock, slick with her juices, twitched in the cool air of the room. With a few quick strokes, he brought himself to climax, groaning as his cum spurted out in thick ropes between Jacquelyn’s thighs to splatter against the wall behind. As he unloaded his balls, his cock jerked up involuntarily, his shaft grazing against her labia with each spasm. His breaths came in ragged gasps as he rode out his orgasm.

“Ethan,” Jacquelyn chided, looking back at the splattered wall with a frown. “Why did you cum like that? You should have just shot it in my pussy.”

“Oh… sorry about that…” Ethan murmured, his cheeks flushed with embarrassment. “I thought maybe you wouldn’t have had time to clean yourself up if I came inside you.”

“So thoughtful.” Jacquelyn chuckled, then got to her knees. “But even if that were the case, I still would have at least swallowed your cum for you.” She took Ethan’s shrinking cock in her hand, bringing it to her mouth. Her lips wrapped around him, her tongue cleaning up the remnants of his release. The salty taste permeated her mouth as she worked, making sure not to miss a single spot. Once she was satisfied, she swallowed, then released him, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand. Her eyes flicked back to the cum-splattered wall. “Make sure you clean that up. I’d hate for it to become a permanent fixture.”

Rising to her feet as Ethan went off to find some tissues, Jacquelyn turned back to her closet. She reached for her uniform. Her fingers brushed against the soft material of her polo shirt, pulling it over her head and letting it settle over her bare breasts. The shirt was snug, hugging her curves and accentuating the swell of her breasts. She picked out a pair of simple white panties next, the material soft and smooth to touch. She stepped into them one leg at a time, pulling the elastic fabric up her legs. The panties fit snugly against her, the soft material hugging the curve of her ass and her damp lower lips. Next was her skirt. The material was light and airy, the perfect balance between comfort and style. She stepped into it, threading her legs through the opening. She pulled up the skirt, adjusting it so it sat comfortably on her hips. The skirt fell just above her knees, the hem swaying lightly as she moved. Finally, she reached for her armband. The band was a symbol of her role, the insignia of the Sexual Relief Committee prominently displayed. She carefully fastened it around her upper arm, the band snug against her skin.

Fully dressed, Jacquelyn took a moment to check her appearance in the mirror. Her uniform was crisp and neat, her hair pulled back into a ponytail. Her glasses completed the look, giving her an air of authority and command. Satisfied with her appearance, she turned to leave the room.

Stepping into the living room, she found Ethan and Travis waiting for the last part of their morning routines: her goodbye kisses. She approached Travis first, her fingers finding the semi-hard length of his cock. “Thanks for the help as always, Travis,” she cooed, giving him a squeeze. Travis let out a low moan, his eyes heavy with lust.

“It’s my pleasure…” he replied, his voice husky. She leaned in to kiss him, her tongue sliding past his lips to tangle with his. A searing kiss sealed their goodbye, their tongues dancing in a heated tango that left them both slightly breathless. Next was Ethan, who was already anticipating her touch. Still gently stroking Travis’s cock, Jacquelyn’s other hand wrapped around Ethan’s soft member, her fingers applying just the right amount of pressure.

“Don’t forget to send me that presentation, Ethan,” she instructed, her thumb stroking him lightly, drawing a moan from him.

“Of course, Jacquelyn,” Ethan managed to say, just as Jacquelyn claimed his mouth in a passionate kiss. Jacquelyn’s assertive tongue explored his mouth, leaving no doubt about who was in charge. Breaking away from the kiss and offering their cocks one more firm squeeze, she released them, leaving them with the taste of her lips and the memory of her touch.

With that, she headed out the door. Navigating out of her building, Jacquelyn’s mind was filled with the tasks of the day. Her first stop was the main office, where she met Marcus, the newest addition to the university. His wide-eyed innocence was a stark contrast to the seasoned students around him. Without missing a beat, Jacquelyn kicked into her role, leading him around the campus. Their tour was cut short, however, when Marcus noticed a scene that was commonplace at the university but foreign to him: a female student on her knees, servicing a male student with her mouth, right out in the open.

Understanding his confusion, Jacquelyn took it upon herself to initiate him into the university’s unique culture. They soon found privacy in a secluded study room in the library. Once inside, Jacquelyn wasted no time as she sank to her knees, freeing his cock from the confines of his pants. Her mouth enveloped him, her tongue swirling around his length, her lips stretching to accommodate him, and eventually swallowing his thick semen.

Once she had drained him with her mouth, Jacquelyn presented herself to him, her ass elevated enticingly on the edge of the table. Marcus, spurred on by their previous encounter, penetrated her from behind, his cock sliding into her wet pussy with ease. Their bodies moved in a rhythmic dance, a carnal exchange that culminated in a creampie that filled her to the brim. Their tryst ate into the time allocated for the tour, forcing Jacquelyn to cut it short. She handed Marcus a map of the campus, an apologetic smile on her face before rushing off to her next destination.

Jacquelyn arrived at the quad, the heart of the university, buzzing with activity. Students crisscrossed the open area, some hurrying to their next class, others leisurely enjoying their free time between lessons. She spotted their booth being set up by two second-year committee members, Rachel and Tess. Both girls sported the same uniform as Jacquelyn – polo shirts and skirts, with the distinctive armband identifying them as committee members.

“Hey Rachel, Tess. Good…” Jacquelyn paused, checking her watch. “Good afternoon, girls.” She greeted as she approached the booth. The two girls looked over as they put the finishing touches on the booth and their banner, faces lighting up at the sight of their vice president.

“Hey, Jacquelyn!” Rachel and Tess responded in unison, a cheerful smile on Rachel’s face as Tess offered a wave.

Jacquelyn looked out across the quad, her gaze scanning the crowd before focusing back on Rachel and Tess. “We’ve got our work cut out for us today. Our committee’s really stretched thin, so we need to get as many new members as we can.”

Rachel nodded, her hand reaching for a stack of flyers. “I’ll get started handing these out.”

Jacquelyn agreed. “Yes. But remember, it’s not just about handing out flyers. You need to talk to them, explain what we do, and why it’s important.”

Tess chimed in, her voice filled with enthusiasm. “And sell them on the perks of being a member.”

“Exactly,” Jacquelyn replied, pointing an emphatic finger at Tess. “Don’t be afraid to spice up the conversation. Tell them of the fun parts. The thrill of setting the sexual atmosphere on campus, the satisfaction of providing relief for the students, and of course, the enjoyment they’ll get for themselves.”

Rachel and Tess nodded, their expressions determined. “We’ve got this,” Rachel said, her hand clenching the flyers. Tess echoed her sentiment, her gaze focused on the crowd of students.

Jacquelyn, Rachel, and Tess delved into the crowd, handing out flyers, each with a stack of flyers in hand and a determined look on their faces. Jacquelyn spotted a potential recruit – a brunette with a curious expression, eyeing the flyers in the hands of passing students.

“Hey there,” she greeted, offering a flyer. “Ever thought about joining the Sexual Relief Committee?”

The brunette took the flyer, her eyes scanning its contents. “I’ve heard about you girls,” she said, “But I’m not sure why it’s necessary. Aren’t all girls here already free use? I’m doing my part, sucking a cock or getting my pussy used at least once a day.”

Jacquelyn nodded, a knowing smile on her face. “That’s true, but there aren’t always enough regular girls where they’re needed. The committee monitors that supply and demand and fills the gap. Making sure no one’s sexual desires are left unfulfilled is absolutely critical, and you’d be doing your part in being a member of the most important student organization in this school.”

Jacquelyn glanced back as a male student passing by noticed her armband and approached, his eyes lingering on her ass. “Mind if I use your asshole?” he asked.

Without missing a beat, Jacquelyn hitched up her skirt, bunching up the fabric around her waist. She arched her back, slipping her panties down and presenting her bare ass to the guy. “Go right ahead,” she said, turning back to the brunette. He wasted no time, unzipping his pants and pressing his hard cock against her, the tip teasing her puckered hole.

The girl’s eyes widened in surprise. “You’re ready to take a cock in your ass just like that?”

Bracing herself against a nearby wall, Jacquelyn maintained eye contact with the brunette. “It’s part of the special training we receive on the committee. We’re skilled in pleasuring men in every way possible. Anal is one of them of course, but there’s so much more.” Jacquelyn directed the brunette’s gaze a bit further up the path towards Tess, who was in the middle of her own intense fucking.

Tess was being held aloft between two muscular guys, an arm under each of her spread thighs. The guy behind her had his cock buried balls-deep in her ass. Another was in front, his cock thrusting into her pussy in a rhythmic dance of lust. Standing on a bench next to her, a third guy was feeding his cock into her mouth, his hands tangled in her hair as he fucked her throat mercilessly. Tess could be seen clearly, eyes starting to roll back, with a dazed look of pleasure on her face.

“Look at Tess over there,” Jacquelyn said, her voice roughened by the pounding her ass was receiving. “Three guys at once. Her mouth, pussy, and ass, all filled. It’s a balancing act, and she’s a master at it.”

The guy behind Jacquelyn picked up his pace, his cock plunging in and out of her ass. She leaned in closer to the brunette, her voice dropping to a whisper. “Imagine that, feeling a hard cock in each of your holes. The stretch, the fullness… it’s an absolute thrill.”

The brunette’s eyes widened, her cheeks flushed with a mix of shock and intrigue. “Really?” she breathed out, her gaze fixed on Tess’s spectacle.

Jacquelyn simply nodded, her body jolting with each thrust from the guy behind her. “You get to savor every single sensation. The way their cocks thrust inside you from all angles, the way their balls slap against you, the heat of their cum filling you up… It’s a pure, raw ecstasy.”

The brunette seemed to consider this, glancing once more at Tess before finally nodding. “Okay, I’m in.”

Jacquelyn grinned, handing her a signup sheet just as the guy behind her grunted, shooting his hot sperm deep into her ass. “Welcome to the Sexual Relief Committee,” she said, her words punctuated by the feeling of the man’s cum trickling down her thighs as he pulled out.

The next two hours passed by in a blur of activity. The three of them busied themselves with their recruitment drive, each successfully convincing several new girls to join the Sexual Relief Committee. By 2PM, the mid-day rush had ended, and the quad had quieted down substantially.

“Alright, let’s see how we did,” Jacquelyn said, gathering around the booth with Rachel and Tess.

“I’ve got three here,” Tess announced, a faint hint of disappointment coloring her voice as she thumbed through her sheets.

Rachel glanced at her own sheets, her lips pressed into a thin line. “I only managed two,” she admitted, sounding a bit disheartened.

Jacquelyn gave a reassuring smile and looked at her own stack. “Three here as well,” she said. “That’s eight new recruits. You girls did really well.”

Rachel and Tess exchanged a glance. “Only eight, huh? But we worked so hard…” Rachel murmured, a hint of frustration in her voice.

Jacquelyn nodded, understanding their disappointment. “I know it seems like a small number, but remember, these aren’t just sign-ups for a book club,” she pointed out. “Joining the Sexual Relief Committee is a big commitment. It’s not something everyone can or wants to do. Eight in two hours is a huge deal. You girls did amazing.”

The two girls smiled, buoyed by their vice president’s praise. “Now, can you two handle taking down the booth?” Jacquelyn asked, her gaze shifting between Rachel and Tess.

“Sure thing, Jacquelyn,” Tess replied, already starting to pack up the flyers. Rachel nodded, echoing Tess’s sentiment. “We’ll take care of it.”

Jacquelyn thanked them, saying her goodbyes before she pulled out her tablet. Just as she did, a call came in from Ethan, right on time. She accepted the call, his face popping up on the screen. “Ethan, is the presentation ready?” she asked, immediately getting down to business.

Ethan nodded, his face serious on the screen. “Yes, but there’s something you should know. The headmaster specifically requested you to present it. It wasn’t because Andrea was busy.”

Jacquelyn frowned, considering the implications of why she was being requested when their treasurer would be more qualified. “Interesting…” she mused, thanking Ethan for the information before ending the call. With only an hour to prep, she found a quiet spot under a large willow tree, its sprawling branches creating a natural canopy that shielded her from the hustle and bustle of campus life. She sat down, leaning against the tree’s broad trunk, the cool grass beneath her providing a pleasant contrast to the warm summer day. Opening her tablet, she began to study the presentation.

The presentation was clear and concise: an introduction to the Sexual Relief Committee and its role in the university, a detailed account of their activities and achievements, a breakdown of the current budget allocation, and finally, a proposal for additional funds. The reasons for the request were well laid out, including detailed plans and budgets for recruitment materials, coaches for specialized trainings, and even member appreciation.

Time seemed to slip away as she immersed herself in the details of the presentation. Before she knew it, her tablet alerted her that it was time to head to the main office to meet the headmaster. Upon her arrival, Arthur Caldwell the headmaster, a tall man with a salt-and-pepper beard, greeted her warmly. “Ah, Jacquelyn, right on time,” he said, a friendly smile on his face.

Jacquelyn nodded, returning his smile. “Good afternoon, Headmaster. I hope I’m not intruding on a busy schedule.”

He chuckled, shaking his head as he motioned for her to follow him into his office. “Not at all, my dear. In fact, I was looking forward to our meeting.”

His office was a spacious room, filled with bookshelves lined with aged volumes, a large wooden desk, and a couple of comfortable chairs. The headmaster gestured for her to take a seat across from his desk. “Please, make yourself comfortable,” he said, taking his place behind the desk.

Jacquelyn thanked him, settling into one of the chairs, her tablet ready in her hands. Taking a deep breath, she met the headmaster’s gaze squarely as she began her presentation. “Headmaster, as you know, the Sexual Relief Committee is a unique organization within our university. We provide a vital service to our community, but to do so, we need additional funding–”

Before she could continue, the headmaster raised a hand, cutting her off. “Jacquelyn, let’s cut to the chase. The Sexual Relief Committee is the highest-rated student organization on campus. You’ve proven your worth, time and time again.”

Jacquelyn blinked, surprised by his interruption. “I… Thank you, headmaster. We do our best.”

He smiled, nodding his head in agreement. “That’s why I’m going to approve whatever funds you request. Presentation or no.”

Jacquelyn paused, cocking her head as she processed his words. She turned off her tablet, putting it aside as she looked at him, curiosity piqued. “Then why am I here, headmaster?”

His smile turned into a small smirk, his eyes twinkling with a hint of mischief. “Because I want you, Jacquelyn.”

Amused, she let out a small chuckle, then replied, “You know what I do, right? You could have just asked, headmaster. I would have been happy to service you without this whole song and dance.”

He laughed lightly, shaking his head. “It’s more complicated than that. I enjoy the feeling of power, the thrill of control. I was wondering…” He paused for a moment, gauging Jacquelyn’s reaction before he continued. “Would you be willing to roleplay for me? A scenario where we’re at a non-free-use university, where the funding isn’t certain, and you need to… make a trade to convince me to sign off?”

Jacquelyn’s answer was almost immediate, a small smile spreading across her face. “Of course, Headmaster. You know I’d be happy to do that for you.”

With that, she slipped into character. Clearing her throat, she began a mock presentation, this time for a fictitious swim team. “Thank you for seeing me today, Headmaster,” she began, her voice taking on a slightly nervous edge. “The swim team could really use additional funding for new equipment…”

The headmaster was quick to play his part, cutting her off with a dismissive wave of his hand. “I’m sorry, but we can’t possibly allocate any more funds to the swim team,” he said, affecting an air of indifference.

Jacquelyn feigned surprise, her eyes wide behind her glasses. “But, sir, without those funds, our team won’t be able to compete effectively,” she protested.

He leaned back in his chair, a smug smile on his face. “I’m afraid that’s not my problem, Miss…?” He trailed off, pretending to forget her name.

“Jacquelyn, sir.” she responded, playing along with his game. “Isn’t there anything I can do to change your mind?”

The headmaster regarded her for a moment, his eyes twinkling with mischief. “Perhaps there is something you could do,” he mused, his gaze dropping to his lap.

Jacquelyn followed his gaze, her cheeks flushing slightly as she caught his implication. “Oh, I… I don’t know, sir,” she stammered.

The headmaster leaned forward, his voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper. “It’s just between us, Jacquelyn. If you help me, I can help you.”

Jacquelyn bit her lip, contemplating his proposition. After a moment, she gave a resigned whimper. “Alright, sir. If it’s for the swim team,” she agreed, her voice barely above a whisper. With that, she slowly slid off her chair, adding a slight shake to her hands for effect as she crawled under the desk towards his awaiting cock.

Under the desk, Jacquelyn found herself face-to-face with the headmaster’s already hardening penis. He had loosened his pants in anticipation, exposing his arousal to her. She took a moment to run her fingers lightly over the length of him, her touch feather-light and teasing. “Are you sure this is the only way, Headmaster?” she asked, playing the part of the reluctant student.

His voice came from above, laced with seriousness, “I’m afraid so, Jacquelyn.” The headmaster’s hand rested on the back of her head, applying a gentle pressure that encouraged her forward. Breathing in deeply, Jacquelyn closed her eyes and leaned in, her lips parting as she took the head of his cock into her mouth. She started slow, her tongue tracing circles around his tip, eliciting a low groan from the headmaster above. “That’s it, Jacquelyn,” he murmured, his voice shaky, “You’re doing well.” She responded with a muffled hum, the vibration sending shivers up his spine.

Jacquelyn then began to take him deeper, her lips sliding down the length of his cock. She could taste him, the slightly salty tang of his pre-cum mingling with her saliva. Her hands cupped his balls, massaging them gently as she bobbed her head, taking him in and out of her mouth. “Oh, God… Jacquelyn,” the headmaster gasped. His hands gripped the edge of his desk, knuckles white as he fought to keep his voice steady. “If you keep going at this rate… the swim team might just get their funding after all.”

She brought every ounce of training she had from the committee. Jacquelyn hummed around him, the vibrations on his cock causing him to shudder. She sucked harder, her tongue flicking against his sensitive underside as she worked him with fervor. Meanwhile, her fingers continued their gentle exploration, tracing the veins that throbbed with his arousal. The headmaster’s breath hitched as she applied a little more pressure, his hips bucking involuntarily as he surrendered to the pleasure. “Fuck, Jacquelyn… just like that,” he groaned, his fingers tangling in her hair, guiding her rhythm.

She could feel him throbbing as her tongue swirled around the head of his cock before sliding down his length. She could taste him more intensely now, the flavor of his arousal mingling with her saliva. He cursed under his breath, his grip on her hair tightening.

“Fuck, Jacquelyn,” he groaned, his hips bucking up into her mouth as his voice shuddered with pleasure. “I’m…I’m going to…”

Suddenly, he jerked in her mouth, his hot cum spurting down her throat. She pretended to gag, looking up at him with wide, disbelieving eyes on the verge of tears as she pretended to struggle to swallow it all. Finally, she pulled away, coughing and wiping her mouth with the back of her hand.

“Is…is that enough, sir?” she asked, her voice shaky. “Will the swim team get the funding now?”

The headmaster, still panting from his orgasm, shook his head. “Not quite yet, Jacquelyn,” he said, his voice steady despite his heavy breathing. “I think I need a bit more…persuasion.”

Jacquelyn blinked at him, feigning surprise and disappointment. “But sir, I…” she began, her voice trailing off as she looked at him with wide, innocent eyes.

The headmaster leaned back in his chair, a satisfied smile on his face. “I think you know what I need, Jacquelyn,” he said, his gaze dropping to her skirt. “I want to see what you’re hiding beneath.”

She pretended to hesitate, her hands wringing in her lap as she considered his proposition. “I… I don’t know, sir,” she stammered, her cheeks flushing a deep red. “I’ve never…you know…”

The headmaster gave her a reassuring smile. “Don’t worry, Jacquelyn,” he said, his voice soothing. “I’ll guide you. And remember, it’s all for the swim team.”

Jacquelyn bit her lip, pretending to be torn over the decision. Finally, she gave a resigned nod. “Alright, sir,” she agreed, her voice barely above a whisper. “I’ll do it.”

With a deep breath, Jacquelyn stood from under the desk. Turning around, she presented her ass to the headmaster, her hands nervously clutching at the hem of her skirt. He reached out, his fingers tracing the curve of her ass before he slowly began to lift her skirt. She could feel the cool air on her skin as he revealed her panties, the fabric damp with her arousal. With a firm tug, he pulled them down, revealing her wet pussy to his gaze.

“Oh, Jacquelyn,” he murmured, his voice filled with admiration. “You’re so wet already.”

She pretended to flinch at his words, putting on a frightened, embarrassed face. “I… I can’t help it, sir,” she stammered, her voice shaky. “I… I didn’t want to…”

The headmaster leaned in, his breath hot against her skin. She gasped as she felt his tongue on her, exploring her wet folds. “Oh…oh, sir,” she gasped, her hands gripping the edge of the desk as he continued to eat her out. His tongue delved deep into her, tasting her, teasing her. She tasted sweet, with a hint of musk that was uniquely her. The room filled with Jacquelyn’s soft gasps and moans, her hands gripping the edge of the desk tightly as he continued to eat her out.

As the headmaster continued to feast on her, Jacquelyn stayed in character, acting the inexperienced, reluctant girl being overcome with pleasure. Her hips bucked as if his tongue was driving her wild, his every lick and suck sending waves of pleasure through her. “Sir…I… oh, God…” she moaned, her words dissolving into incoherent cries.

“Yes, good girl,” the headmaster murmured against her, his words vibrating against her sensitive flesh. “Just let it all out.” Continuing to play her reluctant character perfectly, Jacquelyn nodded, her eyes squeezed shut as she pretended to give herself over to the pleasure. His tongue delved deeper, tip flicking around her sensitive inner walls before pulling back out to tease her clit. She introduced a quiver into her hips, as if she could feel her climax building, and her body was trembling with anticipation.

“I… I’m going to…” she started to warn him, as she began to press her ass desperately into his face. With a final, desperate moan, she faked her orgasm, her body shuddering as she pretended to climax. “Oh…oh, sir!” she cried out, her voice high and breathless, back arching, legs shaking, hands gripping the edge of the desk tightly. “I… I’m cumming!” She could feel the headmaster continuing to lap at her while she rhythmically clenched and unclenched her pussy around his tongue.

As her shudders subsided, the headmaster stood up, his hands on her hips as he positioned himself behind her. He took his cock in hand, standing fully erect as he began to slide along her slit. Jacquelyn pretended to hesitate, her eyes wide as she looked at him. “Sir, I… I don’t know if I can…” she started, her voice shaky. She could feel his hard cock pressing against her, ready to enter her, and she reached back with one hand to push against him and stop him. “At least use a condom… If I get pregnant I won’t be able to swim for the team anymore.”

The headmaster chuckled, his breath hot against her ear. “Don’t worry, Jacquelyn,” he reassured her, his words laced with desire. “I’ll pull out before I cum. I just want to feel your bare pussy for a little bit.”

Jacquelyn bit her lip, pretending to be torn over the decision. “I… I guess, sir,” she finally said, her voice barely above a whisper. “If…if this is what I have to do to get the funds for the swim team, then ok…”

The headmaster smiled at her, his hand coming down to rest on her ass, and giving it a squeeze. “That’s my girl,” he said, his voice filled with pride. “Now, let’s get started, shall we?”

She could feel the heat of him against her, his thick cock pressing against her wet folds. “A… Alright, sir.” She said, her voice shaky with uncertainty. With one swift thrust, he pushed into her, his cock filling her completely. She gasped, her body tensing as she adjusted to his size. “Oh…oh, sir,” she whispered, her eyes squeezed shut. The headmaster began to move, his hips rocking against hers as he fucked her. Each thrust sent a jolt through her body, her breasts swaying with the force of his movements.

“Oh, Jacquelyn,” the headmaster groaned, his hands gripping her hips as he fucked her. “You’re so tight, so wet. Do you like this? Do you like me fucking your pussy?” His pace quickened, his cock driving into her with each hard thrust. She could hear the wet sounds of their bodies coming together, the erotic noise filling the room.

Jacquelyn stayed in character, looking back at him with innocent eyes, biting her lip. “I… I don’t know,” she stammered, her body shaking with each of his thrusts. “It…it feels so strange…” The headmaster’s cock pounded into Jacquelyn with a relentless rhythm, the slick, wet sounds of their coupling echoing around the room, punctuated by their gasps and moans. His balls slapped against her clit with each thrust, and she allowed shudders to run through her body, as if he was hitting a sweet spot inside her again and again. “Sir…your cock feels so good,” she moaned.

“Oh fuck, Jacquelyn, your tight little pussy is gonna make me cum so hard.” the headmaster groaned, his pace quickening, his hips slamming against her with a fervor that made her body rock with each thrust. She could feel his cock twitching inside her, a sign of his impending climax. His breath was hot and ragged against her skin, his moans growing louder as he neared his edge. “I’m…I’m going to cum, Jacquelyn…” he gasped, his voice thick with desire.

Mustering up a seductive voice, Jacquelyn begged, “Please, sir, I need you to… to cum inside me. I want to feel your hot load filling me up.”

He broke character for a moment, panting heavily. “No. Beg me not to. Tell me you don’t want me to cum inside you.”

Without missing a beat, Jacquelyn began her begging again, her voice a desperate plea as she laid it on thick for him. “No, please, sir! Don’t… don’t cum inside me. I’m not on the pill. Your hot, thick cum… it could… it could get me pregnant. I can’t… I don’t want a baby. Please… you can’t… you can’t flood my tight pussy with your seed. Please, sir, you have to pull out.”

Driven to the edge by her pleas, the headmaster grunted, his body tensing as he released inside her. Jacquelyn could feel the hot spurts of his cum filling her, coating her inner walls. She smiled as she worked her vaginal muscles expertly, pulsing and squeezing them to prolong his pleasure before she returned to her act. She looked back at him, her eyes widened in pretend shock, as she wailed, “You promised… you promised you would pull out!”

Frantically, she pushed him away, her fingers sliding down between her legs, trying to scoop out his cum. “What… what have you done?” Jacquelyn cried out in mock horror, continuing her over-embellished lines without a hint of embarrassment. “You… you filled me up with your sperm! You didn’t pull out! How could you do this? Your… your seed, it’s… it’s inside me, in my fertile womb. I’m… I’m going to get pregnant for sure.” She feigned a sob, her body shaking as she continued to scoop out as much of his cum as she could.

As the headmaster pulled away, he let out a hearty laugh. “Jacquelyn, your choice of words is starting to get a bit over the top. But I must say, I like your commitment to the role.”

Jacquelyn grinned as she straightened up and turned to face the headmaster. Her character melted away, and her demeanor shifted back to her usual cheerful, businesslike self. “I’m glad you enjoyed it,” she said, her voice bright.

“It was everything I hoped for. Now, be a good girl and clean me up.” He said, placing a hand on her head, gently but firmly pushing her down. She knelt down between his legs, her mouth opening to take him in. Her tongue darted out, lapping at the remnants of his release on his semi-hard cock, her lips enveloping him to suck him clean. The taste of salt and musk filled her mouth as she worked, her hands cradling his balls gently.

The headmaster sighed in contentment, patting her head gently. “Thank you, Jacquelyn,” he said, his voice relaxed. As she moved away, he added, “Oh, and have Andrea call me. I’ll make sure the Sexual Relief Committee gets whatever funding it needs.”

Jacquelyn nodded, reaching for some tissues from the desk to clean herself. “Thank you, sir. That’ll be a big help.” As she fixed her clothing and picked up her bag, she turned to him, her smile warm. She leaned in, pressing her lips to his in a deep, lingering kiss. “Remember,” she murmured against his lips, “you can call on me anytime if you have other role-plays you want to try. You don’t have to wait to have an excuse.”

He chuckled, his hand coming up to lightly caress her cheek. “I’ll keep that in mind, Jacquelyn.”

With a final nod, she turned and left his office, the door closing quietly behind her. As Jacquelyn stepped out of the main office, she checked her watch. It was only a bit past 4PM, so she had some time to kill before the networking dinner party at 6. She decided to head over to the committee’s clubhouse, a stately three-story building with red brick walls and ivy crawling up its sides. The clubhouse had a certain charm to it, an echo of a bygone era. It was here where the Sexual Relief Committee met, trained, and relaxed.

Heading inside, Jacquelyn saw the clubhouse was a hive of activity, as was the norm for the afternoon. Many members came here after class to get additional practice or receive training from more experienced members. As she searched for Andrea, Jacquelyn took in the sights of the various practice rooms.

In one room, a group of girls were diligently practicing their fellatio skills. They were each on their knees, with anatomically correct dildos in front of them. Their eyes were focused, their hands gripping the faux cocks as their mouths enveloped them. Their tongues swirled around the tips, lips sliding up and down the shafts. Some girls’ cheeks hollowed as they practiced their suction, while others worked on their gag reflex, taking the dildos deeper into their throats. A more experienced committee member walked among them, offering tips as she observed the girls work.

In another room, girls were familiarizing themselves with anal play. Some girls were simply working on lubing themselves and guiding plugs of various sizes into their bodies. Bolder girls worked with machines outfitted with dildos. They were bent over, positioned in front of the machines, allowing the machine to drive the dildos in and out of their tight holes. Their faces were scrunched with concentration as their bodies adjusted to the intrusions and learned to enjoy the sensations. The whirring of the machines filled the room, a rhythmic soundtrack to their practice.

Another room was filled with the sound of conversation as an acting coach was helping the girls with their role-play scenarios. The girls were given various characters and scenarios – from the innocent schoolgirl to the sexy secretary to the experienced dominatrix. The acting coach, a woman with a commanding presence, provided feedback and tips on how to make their performances more convincing.

Jacquelyn thought about jumping in to help. This was her favorite part of serving as a free use girl. It was true, many guys enjoyed the thrill of fucking a free use girl who was so open to being used, so accustomed to being used, that she remained emotionless and showed no reaction. That was the committee’s standard, but just like with the headmaster, plenty of guys enjoyed specific roleplays or wanted to see specific reactions. Jacquelyn had spent a lot of time with acting coaches, honing her skills, and now her range was immense, if she did say so herself. Although she really wanted to jump in, Jacquelyn knew she had to find Andrea. Still, she couldn’t help but crack a proud smile looking at all the girls working so hard.

Upon checking the breakroom, she finally spotted Andrea, having a cup of tea. Andrea looked up as Jacquelyn walked in. “Jacquelyn, good, you’re here,” Andrea began. “Did you manage to talk to the headmaster about our funding request?”

Jacquelyn nodded, sinking into the chair across from Andrea, “Yes, he wants you to call him. He’s willing to arrange for the additional funds we need.”

A sigh of relief escaped Andrea’s lips, “That’s fantastic news, Jacquelyn. But there’s something else I wanted to discuss.”

Her eyebrows furrowed, Andrea leaned in, her voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper, “About last week’s election… I’ve been poking around, and I think Tamara conspired with the Secretary to rig the election, so she’d win the presidency.”

Jacquelyn looked at Andrea puzzled, “What? Why do you think that?”

Andrea interjected, “It doesn’t make any sense. She wasn’t nearly as popular as you. Sure, she was a very competent as a training coordinator, but there’s no way she just jumped to President in one go like that. I’ve been asking the other girls, and basically everyone I talked to said they voted for you, Jacquelyn.”

Jacquelyn shrugged, “Andrea, you know I don’t fuss about politics or titles. I’m happy to stay as the VP as long as I can do my part for the committee.”

Andrea looked at her, a hint of frustration on her face, “That’s exactly why we want you as President! Everything you do is for the sake of this school and the committee. Look at what you’ve been out doing all day — greeting new students, doing a recruitment event, presenting our funding request. Meanwhile Tamara… I don’t even know why she wants the position. She hasn’t done any of her duties. She showed up in the morning, five guys in tow, and I’m pretty sure they’ve just been fucking in her office the whole day.”

“We’re the Sexual Relief Committee, remember?” Jacquelyn chuckled. “That’s kind of the point.”

“Not for the President, it’s not.” Andrea said, glaring at her, unamused.

Jacquelyn sighed, realizing Andrea’s seriousness. “Alright, alright, I get it. I’ll go talk to Tamara.”

Exiting the breakroom, she ascended to the third floor where the president’s office was situated. As she approached the door, faint noises of pleasure and exertion filtered through the heavy wood. She rapped her knuckles against the door, and a firm “Enter!” echoed from within.

The sight that greeted Jacquelyn was unexpected. Tamara had apparently transformed her office into a BDSM dungeon. Dressed in a black leather dominatrix outfit, Tamara was handling the five men with an air of absolute authority. Her breasts were pushed up by a tight corset, her high-waisted shorts and thigh-high boots completing the ensemble. A whip hung from her hand, ready to dole out punishment.

One man was on his knees in front of Tamara, holding onto her right leg as his head tilted back to receive her. His naked body was slick with sweat, his erect cock pulsing in anticipation. His face was a picture of submission and anticipation. Tamara towered over him, left leg lifted up as she released a stream of piss onto him. The man opened his mouth, catching the golden shower eagerly. The golden stream splashed onto his face, running down his chest and pooling on the floor. His mouth was open, an ecstatic expression on his face as he tasted her. The smell of her urine filled the room, mixing with smells of sex and sweat already permeating the stuffy room.

Off to the side, another man was on all fours, his ass red and gaping. His back was arched, his eyes closed in ecstasy as he savored the lingering sensations. His hands and ankles were cuffed together, and his body trembled as he tried to control himself after Tamara’s recent rough play.

Tamara’s face was lit with a cruel sadistic kind of enjoyment, her eyes gleaming with satisfaction at the sight of the men under her control. It was a stark contrast to the almost business-like approach that Jacquelyn had come to associate with committee activities. Yes, what they did could often be pleasurable, and there was nothing wrong with enjoying her work, but this… Tamara was clearly relishing the domination, the power, a bit too much.

“Seat. Now.” She ordered, and almost instantly, one of the men crawled over, positioning himself behind her allowing her to sit on his back. His muscles strained under her weight, but he didn’t utter a word of complaint. Wearing a smirk of pure satisfaction, she looked at Jacquelyn, “What brings you here, Jacquelyn?”

“I wanted to check in on how the annual operating plan is coming along,” Jacquelyn responded. Tamara simply waved her hand dismissively.

“I’m a bit tied up, Jacquelyn. You handle it, then bring it for approval.” And with that, she rose from her human seat, striding over to another man. She ran her fingers over his chest, pinching a nipple hard enough to elicit a whimper of pain. “You’ve been a bad boy, haven’t you?” she asked, her voice dripping with dominance as she cracked her whip.

“How about the networking dinner party tonight?” Jacquelyn asked, trying to steer the conversation back to the committee’s responsibilities. “Can you help out with that?”

Tamara chuckled, running her whip over the man’s bare ass, “I just told you. I’m a bit busy, Jacquelyn. These boys have requested my discipline. It’s my duty as a member of this committee to fulfill their request.”

Jacquelyn excused herself, turning back to the door when Tamara called out to her, “Before you go, Jacquelyn, I noticed that the Gourmet Delights request was denied. I’ve reapproved it. In the future, approve all commercial district requests without question.”

“I don’t think we should be–” Jacquelyn began, but Tamara cut her off.

“That’s my decision as president.” Tamara interjected, her tone leaving no room for argument. “Make sure to include that in the annual operating plan.”

Jacquelyn gritted her teeth as she exited the dominatrix’s den, the door shutting behind her with a soft click. Echoing through the heavy wood, the sharp crack of Tamara’s whip was accompanied by a man’s whimpering. The sounds lingered in her ears as she made her way back to the break room where Andrea was waiting.

Andrea looked at Jacquelyn with an intense gaze, “Well?” she asked, “How did it go?”

Jacquelyn sighed, her hand running through her hair. “I don’t appreciate her policies,” she admitted, her body leaning against the edge of the table. “She’s also not giving her duties the priority they deserve, but… technically, she’s not doing anything wrong.” She looked over at Andrea, their eyes meeting as she asked, “Do you have solid proof of anything? Anything to suggest actual wrongdoings?”

A determined line formed around Andrea’s lips as she shook her head. “Not yet,” she responded, “But I’ll continue digging.”

Jacquelyn frowned, deep in thought. “Even if you find something, who would even have the authority to remove Tamara?”

As she pondered, Andrea stood, stretching her arms above her head. “I’ve got a session on sensual techniques to teach soon,” she said. “Do you want to help?”

Jacquelyn checked her watch. Almost five. “Sorry, I can’t. I need to get prepped for the dinner party.” Nodding, Andrea gathered her things and headed out, leaving Jacquelyn alone in the break room.

Jacquelyn soon left their simple but functional clubhouse as she headed over to Hawthorne Hall where the dinner party was taking place. The journey across campus was a tranquil one, the manicured lawns and grand old trees providing a calming backdrop to the anticipation bubbling within her.

As she neared Hawthorne Hall, the stately building loomed in all its grandeur, the soft glow from the windows adding a warm charm to the impressive structure. An opulent testament to old-world elegance, the mansion-like building was a mix of Gothic Revival and Victorian styles. Its ornate gables, towering spires, and large, mullioned windows were a sight to behold against the setting sun.

Stepping into the vast foyer, Jacquelyn was met with familiar faces. Rachel and Tess from the earlier recruitment event stood near Headmaster Caldwell, along with a group of 5 or 6 other girls.

“Ah, Jacquelyn,” Headmaster Caldwell began, his deep voice echoing in the grand foyer. “Just in time. I was about to explain the purpose of this dinner.” He looked around at the assembled committee members.

“We have some distinguished professors from other institutions who have accepted our invitation. We intend to court them. I and other professors will be working to convince them to join Magna from an academic angle,” he said, his gaze stern and unwavering. “You on the other hand, will be acting as servers and maids, to ensure our guests’ comfort.”

He paused for a moment. “Of course, you are to attend to all attendees and provide sexual services as requested. However, the main goal is to focus on the guests from other institutions and show them our unique culture. Since they may not be too familiar or comfortable with our practices, I’ve made sure that bedrooms upstairs are ready, should any of them desire more privacy.” Turning to Jacquelyn, he added, “As one of our most experienced committee members, I trust that you will focus on servicing the guest professors.”

Jacquelyn nodded, her gaze determined. “Of course, Headmaster. I’ll do my best.” Then she turned towards Tess and Rachel. “I’ll need your help as well. I trust your skills as well, after your performances in the quad earlier today.”

With that, the headmaster headed off to check on other aspects of the dinner party. Jacquelyn led her team into a spacious, well-lit changing room. Arranged on a long table were their uniforms for the evening — scandalously skimpy maid outfits designed to provoke and tantalize.

The girls began to disrobe, their usual attire replaced by the daring ensembles. The room was filled with a flurry of activity, the soft rustle of fabric, and hushed voices as they assisted each other, their anticipation palpable in the charged atmosphere.

Jacquelyn was the last to change. Slipping into the scandalously revealing uniform, she felt a thrill of excitement. The outfit consisted of a minuscule skirt that was barely long enough to cover her ass, leaving her black panties easily visible. Her long, toned legs were on full display, ending in a pair of high-heeled, black shoes that added an extra allure to her stance. The outfit’s bodice was sheer, a gossamer material that allowed a teasing glimpse of her breasts and erect nipples. A garter adorned with a small bow and fastened around her thigh was a flirtatious detail that drew attention to her legs.

Soon after the girls changed, guests began to flow into the grand foyer of Hawthorne Hall. Native Magna professors making up the majority of guests were soon mingling with the visiting scholars from various esteemed universities. These distinguished men filled the room with their voices, the air thick with academic chatter and discreet laughter. The girls, clad in their provocative maid uniforms, wove through the crowd with practiced ease, their trays laden with hors d’oeuvres and sparkling champagne flutes.

The seasoned Magna professors, intimately familiar with the university’s unique customs, indulged in their privileges without a shred of hesitation. A hand here would boldly reach out to grope a girl’s tight ass, fingers digging into the soft flesh beneath the scandalously skimpy maid skirt. Another hand there would glide smoothly up another girl’s slender thigh, disappearing under the hemline, tracing the moist heat of her pussy through her panties with unabashed curiosity. Other hands cupped perky tits through the thin fabric of the bodice, fingers tweaking at hardened nipples, making them jut out even more provocatively. Through all of this, the committee girls maintained their decorum, never failing to keep their trays stable.

In stark contrast to the native professors, the visiting professors initially displayed a degree of tentativeness, their touches imbued with a sense of incredulity. One professor’s hand hovered uncertainly, before finally descending to squeeze a firm ass cheek, the man’s face awash with a mix of desire and disbelief. Another tentatively traced the lacy edge of a stocking, before daring to travel further up, fingertips brushing against the girl’s pussy, and feeling the dampness seeping through her panties. Despite their initial hesitation, it didn’t take long for them to embrace the intoxicating freedom of Magna’s free use policy, their hands growing bolder, their touches more explorative.

As Jacquelyn moved through the crowd, her ears attuned to various conversations, she overheard a particularly intriguing exchange between Professor Wright, a visiting scholar, and Magna’s own Professor Harold, as the two relaxed on a couch. Wright’s fingers were absently tracing the bare thigh of a girl serving drinks while he initiated the conversation.

“Harold,” Wright began, his words laced with anxiety, “what if… what if news of my attendance here tonight gets out? It may be normal for you, but I doubt my colleagues will understand.”

Harold chuckled, a rich, hearty laugh that echoed throughout the grand hall. “Wright,” he responded, his voice full of certainty, “Rest assured, we value discretion as much as we value academic freedom. What happens at Magna, stays at Magna.”

Wright visibly relaxed, a sigh of relief passing his lips. “That’s comforting,” he confessed, before curiosity piqued his interest. “So this free use policy. Tell me more about it. Does it really help academically?”

Harold took a contemplative sip of his champagne, then he turned to Wright with a probing gaze. “Tell me, Wright,” he ventured, “you’re a man of taste. I’m sure you have many young women in their sexual prime in your classes. Have you ever been distracted with thoughts of wanting to have sex with one of these fine young women?”

Caught off guard, Wright furrowed his brow, ready to deny indignantly. However, the sight of Harold’s grin, and the fact that he was still gently stroking the thighs and ass of a maid caused him to hesitate. After a bit more thought, he admitted in a low voice, “I… yes, I suppose I have.”

Harold nodded, as if this was the most natural confession in the world. “That’s the freedom we have here, my friend. We don’t have to suppress those urges. We at this university have recognized the value in not allowing these desires to cloud our minds or distract us from our work.”

He leaned back on the couch, lifting his right leg and resting the ankle on his left knee. “I remember one night, I was swamped with research, the stress was unbearable. One of my new research assistants was a nice young blonde girl, a real looker. Perky tits, nice plump ass. I asked her to let me use her pussy. Without a word, she walked over, removed her clothes, unzipped me, and climbed onto my lap.”

As he listened to Harold’s tale, Wright’s hand drifted up the maid’s thigh and found its way under her tiny skirt. Making his way under her panties as well, his hand soon found her clit. He began to circle it with his thumb, giving it gentle squeezes before his fingers began dipping into the hot, slick folds of her pussy.

Paying little attention to Wright’s exploration of the maid’s cunt, Harold continued his story. “She took my hard cock in her hand, guided it to her pussy, and slid down onto me. It was perfectly tight, and I almost burst the moment I stuck it in. It didn’t help that she was quite skilled with the way she rode me. I could feel my stress melting away. Funny what getting some young pussy and grabbing a good handful of ass does to a man. I felt like I was 20 years younger as we fucked right in the middle of my lab.”

By this point, Wright had begun to delve deep into the maid’s pussy, adding a second finger. He felt the slick juices that coated her inner walls. His fingers absentmindedly plunged in and out of her wet cunt as he listened intently to Harold’s story.

Harold took another sip of his champagne before finishing his story. “And you know what happened next? No more than an hour after I dumped a load in her tight pussy, I had a major breakthrough in my research. The way this policy allows us to clear our minds is something else, Wright. If you decide to join us here, I’m sure you’ll find it just as gratifying.”

As Harold concluded his tale, Wright finally realized what his hand had been doing. With a final, lingering stroke, Wright removed his fingers. “What a story, Harold.” He said, wiping his fingers on a napkin before picking up a drink from the maid’s tray. He raised the drink in a toast. “To intellectual freedom.” Harold clinked his glass against Wright’s and the two drank.

Wright glanced around at all the maids in the room. “So, Harold,” he said, both eager and nervous. “I can really ask any girl here to have sex with me?”

Harold merely chuckled at his query. “Wright, my friend, you’re getting into the Magna spirit! But there’s plenty of time for that after dinner.”

As if on cue, the melodious chime of a bell echoed through the grand hall, signaling that dinner was ready to be served. The men, their conversations continuing as they walked, began to move towards the grand dining table. Jacquelyn strode purposefully to the kitchen, to coordinate the dinner service.

The moment Jacquelyn entered the kitchen, she was met with the bustling sounds of pots and pans and the pleasant aroma of gourmet dishes from the esteemed chefs of the school. She pulled her hair back tighter and adjusted her glasses, ready to take control. With a confidence and experience that belied her station as a student, she began to direct the dinner service with precision. This was another point she had taken pride in training for when she realized how many of these dinner parties professors had, and how often their committee worked these parties. The rest of the girls moved at her command, their every action a reflection of her fine leadership and training. As each course was served, Jacquelyn watched with a critical eye, seamlessly managing the flow of the evening. Finally, as the last of the dessert plates were whisked out to the guests, she let out a soft sigh of satisfaction.

Just as she was contemplating the successful evening, Headmaster Caldwell entered the kitchen. His eyes met hers, a warm smile on his lips. “Jacquelyn,” he began, his voice filled with admiration, “you and the rest of the committee girls have done a magnificent job. Almost every visiting professor seems ready to commit to Magna. You should be proud.”

Jacquelyn beamed at his praise, but her smile faltered slightly when he continued. “However, there is one man who still seems undecided. Professor Devonshire, have you seen him?”

She thought for a moment, then nodded as she remembered the man. “Yes, the older gentleman with a strong British accent and a handlebar mustache.”

“Exactly,” Caldwell confirmed. “He’s a renowned physicist. His joining our faculty would be a tremendous asset to our university. That’s why I need you to concentrate your efforts on him after dinner. Attend to him personally and show him just how good of a choice Magna would be.”

“Yes, sir,” Jacquelyn said, determination in her eyes. As the final bites of dessert were savored and the last of the wine sipped, the guests began to migrate from the grand dining hall to the more relaxed ambiance of the lounge. A shift in the atmosphere quickly followed. The guests, sated with food and wine, found their appetites now veering towards more carnal indulgences. The low hum of scholarly conversation quickly gave way to the more provocative sounds of pleasure. The sophisticated lounge soon became the site of a hedonistic orgy, the native and visiting professors alike indulging in the selection of committee girls offering their bodies to them freely.

Looking around the room, Jacquelyn spotted Rachel, lying down on a sturdy wooden table near the fireplace. Her legs were spread wide, her skirt rucked up around her waist and her panties discarded, revealing her wet pussy. A portly professor was nestled between her thighs, his face buried in her slick folds. His tongue lapped at her, his lips smacking against her wet cunt as he savored her taste. His fingers were soon buried inside her, pumping into her tight hole as his thumb rubbed circles around her swollen clit.

At the same time, a tall, lean professor stood at the head of the table. He held Rachel’s head, fingers threaded through her hair, keeping her in place as he guided his thick cock into her mouth. His hips moved rhythmically, his shaft sliding in and out of her throat. He reveled in the feel of her throat tightly constricting around his meaty cock. Each choke, each tear that welled up in her eyes, seemed to fuel his fervor. His grunts grew louder, his thrusts more forceful as he fucked her throat, his balls slapping against her face with each deep plunge.

Tess was also hard at work. A visiting professor had boldly positioned her on a couch in a prone boning position, lying down with her ass slightly lifted in the air, presenting her dripping pussy to him. The professor straddled her, his knees digging into the plush cushions of the couch on either side of her slender hips. His hands gripped her firm ass, fingers sinking into the soft flesh as he positioned himself at her entrance. He rubbed the head of his throbbing cock against her slick folds, teasing her with his length before he pushed into her. The visual stimulation of seeing his cock slowly slide into her pussy was only amplified by how he had spread her cheeks, allowing him to see her winking asshole as well. He began to move, his hips thrusting in a slow, deliberate rhythm. Each thrust drove his cock deeper into her, the tip of his length hitting the deepest part of her, driving her forward with a jolt.

At the center of the room, Devonshire and Caldwell were still engaged in a more academic conversation. However, the backdrop of the room’s erotic soundtrack soon had the two men concluding their business. Caldwell, ever the opportunist, used this chance to make his pitch to the hesitant physicist.

“Devonshire, my old friend,” Caldwell started, his tone laced with a provocative inflection. “Isn’t it about time you truly threw yourself into the Magna culture? You should experience it fully before deciding if it’s for you.” As he said this, he beckoned a maid, a petite brunette, who promptly sauntered over to them. Unapologetically, he gestured towards his crotch, his words dripping with carnality. “Sweetheart, I’ve got a hard-on that’s begging for those pretty lips of yours.” The maid didn’t miss a beat, dropping to her knees and deftly unzipped his trousers as she pulled his burgeoning cock free. He beckoned to Jacquelyn as well, calling her over. As Jacquelyn walked over, the maid before him took his cock into her mouth, her lips enveloping him, her tongue flicking teasingly against his length as she began to suck him.

Turning to Devonshire, Caldwell gestured to Jacquelyn. “Let me introduce you to Jacquelyn. She’s got a cunt as sweet as honey and a mouth that can work miracles.” He paused, his eyes drifting over Jacquelyn’s form as he thought about the roleplay they had done in his office earlier that day. “She’s also quite proficient in playing characters to perfection.”

Jacquelyn offered Devonshire a demure bow, a playful glint in her eyes. She looked up at him, her voice resonating with a seductive promise. “Good evening, Professor Devonshire,” she greeted, her tone polite. “I’m here at your service. Whether you need a tight, warm cunt to fuck or a skilled mouth to suck your cock dry, I’m your girl. Consider me your personal attendant for the night.”

“Well, as the chaps say, when in Rome…” Devonshire, his British accent laced with intrigue, studied Jacquelyn. “You remind me of my Olivia. She’s around your age. It’s been quite a while since she’s sat in Daddy’s lap.”

The suggestive undertone in his words was not lost on Jacquelyn, and almost automatically she adjusted herself. Throwing on a flirty smile, she sidled up to Devonshire, her fingers tracing over his shoulders as she eased herself onto his lap. “Well, Professor,” she purred, her voice a soft whisper, “sounds like you’re in need of a sweet girl to spoil. Or would you rather think of me as your little whore, Daddy?”

Devonshire let out a hearty laugh, a twinkle in his eyes that matched the sly grin on his lips. “Well, aren’t you a surprise, darling. Striking right at my weakness, are you? I do have a particular fondness for girls who can talk dirty.”

His admission was greeted with a devilish smirk from Jacquelyn. “Oh, Daddy,” she cooed, her voice a sultry whisper, “you haven’t heard anything yet. I can be your filthiest little whore.”

Without another word, she closed the distance between them, her lips crashing onto his in a kiss that was pure, unadulterated lust. Her tongue quickly demanded entrance, exploring his mouth. As they kissed, Jacquelyn’s hands went to work, deftly unbuttoning his shirt, her fingers tracing lines of fire down his chest. Her touch was a tantalizing tease; feather-light yet enough to make his skin erupt in goosebumps. As her fingers found his nipples, Devonshire couldn’t help the growl that escaped his throat. “That’s it, darling,” he moaned.

Encouraged by his words, Jacquelyn’s fingers danced over his nipples, pinching and twisting in a rhythm that had him writhing under her touch. “You like that, Daddy?” she taunted, her voice dripping with desire. “You like your dirty little slut teasing your nipples?”

“Oh, darling,” Devonshire groaned, his hands tightening on her hips. “Keep talking. I love hearing your dirty little mouth.”

Jacquelyn grinned, her mouth descending onto his nipple. Her tongue swirled around the sensitive nub, the unexpected sensation causing a jolt of pure pleasure to shoot straight to his already hardening cock. Meanwhile, her fingers continued to play with his other nipple, threatening to overwhelm him. “Bloody hell, darling,” he gasped, his fingers digging into her hair, “you’re such a filthy little girl.”

Jacquelyn’s only response was a wicked smile, her lips still wrapped around his nipple. “Only for you, Daddy,” she murmured, her breath hot against his skin. She continued her sensual assault, her mouth and hands teaming up to drive him to the brink of ecstasy. Beneath her, she could feel his erection struggling to break free, prodding at her pussy from within his trousers.

“Darling,” Devonshire finally managed to breathe out, his voice shaky with desire, “I want to use that tight little pussy of yours.”

Jacquelyn’s only response was a sultry grin as she lifted her head, her eyes burning with a wicked gleam. “Oh, Daddy,” she purred, her voice a sinful whisper, “I’ve been aching to have your thick, hard cock stretching my cunt.”

With a swift movement, Jacquelyn reached down, her fingers deftly unbuckling Devonshire’s trousers and freeing his throbbing erection. Her eyes sparkled with delight as she took in the sight of him, hard and throbbing. “Mmm, look at you, Daddy,” she cooed, “all hard and ready for your little girl.”

Without wasting another moment, Jacquelyn positioned herself over him, her pussy enveloping him as she sank down onto his length. Devonshire groaned as he felt his cock push into her hot folds, spreading and stretching her. Jacquelyn tensed her muscles, her walls clenching around him in a vice-like grip. “Oh, fuck, Daddy,” she moaned, “your cock feels so fucking good inside my cunt.”

Devonshire’s hands soon latched onto her hips and began guiding her movements as she rode him. He savored the view of Jacquelyn, bouncing in his lap with her breasts jiggling with each thrust. “That’s it, darling,” he praised, his voice rough with arousal, “ride Daddy’s cock like the filthy little cumslut you are.”

With each thrust, Jacquelyn’s dirty talk became filthier, her words a symphony of sin that only served to fuel Devonshire’s desire. “Yes, Daddy,” she panted, her hips moving faster now, “I’m your dirty little slut. I’m your tight little cumslut. Use me, Daddy. Use my tight little cunt until you fill me with your hot cum.”

“Fuck, darling… I’m going to cum soon,” Devonshire groaned, his voice strained as he neared his climax. His hands gripped Jacquelyn’s hips tighter, his body tense as he fought to hold back his impending release.

Jacquelyn, however, was relentless. Her hips continued their rhythm, her tight cunt squeezing him in a vice-like grip. “That’s it, Daddy,” she cooed, her voice husky with unleashed lust, “cum for me. Fill my tight little cunt with your hot, sticky cum.”

With a desperate cry, Devonshire succumbed to the pleasure. His cock throbbed as ropes of his cum shot deep inside her, filling her tight cunt. “Oh… fuck… dar… darling…” he groaned through gritted teeth, his body convulsing as his orgasm tore through him.

As his hot semen filled her, Jacquelyn only increased her movements, tightening her pussy, milking him for all he was worth. “Your cum is so hot, Daddy,” she purred, her hips grinding down onto him, “give me all your semen. I want to feel every drop inside me.”

Her dirty talk only served to prolong his orgasm, his cock twitching as it pumped the last pulses of cum into her. “Fuck… Jacquelyn,” he gasped, his body writhing under her, “you’re such a good little cumslut.” With one final spasm, Devonshire let out a sigh of contentment as he collapsed beneath her, spent and satisfied.

As Jacquelyn carefully lifted herself from his lap, she planted one foot on the couch next to Devonshire as she leaned in to show him the sight of her pussy. She spread her lower lips to allow him to see how his cum, so thick it was almost like jelly, was slowly leaking out of her freshly fucked pussy, tracing a sinful path down her inner thighs. “That was amazing, darling,” he managed to say, his voice husky and filled with admiration, his eyes glued to the erotic sight before him.