The Awakening of Nympho Jasmeet

Literotic asexstories – The Awakening of Nympho Jasmeet by Delimity,Delimity
## The Sun Rises Over Old Cairo City

The natural rays of light silence the faux neon of the nightlife. But for all the darkness the light touches, the smoggy haze infects the city all the way down into the pristine tubes of the undercity. No matter what, it seeps into people’s skin and their lungs and their eyes.

It infects everyone at some point, incubating their darkest fantasy that grows like mold in the mind.

The darkness of the surface calls to the sinners to come into the neon light.

And Jasmeet feels that dark fantasy, that burst of desire, calling to her in the city above, for the first time.

—

Her father, Ramesh, takes her to the surface to buy parts for vintage cars he collects.

“You are eighteen now,” he says as he hits the buttons in the white surface elevator, “And you will come to the surface at some point. If you are to be in it, I want to teach you about it so that you are ready.”

“Ready for what papa?” Jasmeet asks.

“For the real world.”

The elevator reaches the surface and stops. Jasmeet tastes petrol and dust. Ramesh takes a mask off of the wall and gives it to her. She puts it on over her thick hijab that hides her black hair. She sucks in to make a seal. Ramesh does the same.

As the doors open, Jasmeet’s eyes open just as wide and take in the neon lights of the surface street in a back alley. He takes her by the hand and drags her out into the dusty street.

Flashing delivery drones buzz overhead.

Advertisements displayed on large walls and buildings above show new HUD visors, the latest versions.

The street is teeming with people crawling in all directions.

And she gasps at how some of the women dress.

No head scarfs.

Off the shoulder jackets.

Bleached blonde hair with neon extensions.

Jasmeet has to be pulled along by her father. She’s excited about seeing a new world that was always sealed off from her. Her mother always told her nightmarish stories of the crime world on the surface.

*They will kidnap you and take you away the second you are not paying attention,* Jasmeet remembers hearing from her mother.

She always faked being scared, but she hid her excitement for it well.

Something about being taken by a group of men twisted her insides in a good kind of way.

That twisted excitement and intrigue unraveled inside her the moment she saw the lingerie shop with its flashing advertisements of AI generated women, clad in some of the most erotic garments she’d never imagined.

The images change over to fetish ware and Jasmeet feels herself blushing.

The women look bound, helpless, stuffed with plugs and gags.

An advertisement flashes over the women.

*Come in for an experience you can’t get anywhere else.*

She let go of her fathers hand.

And she feels it awaken inside of her.

“Jasmeet!” yells her father over the sounds of motors and conversations on the street.

She jumps as her father comes to her, then looks at the shop, then back to her.

Jasmeet feels a sense of shame but cannot help the overwhelming feeling now bursting inside of her.

“Jasmeet, you must listen to me. There are many things on the surface that are distracting, dangerous, and meant to con you. Your mother may have scared you about stories of crime and danger. Yes, those are true. But the true danger is in what people may take from you. You are innocent. And you must protect that innocence at all cost. But you must also know the danger and be able to recognize it. Understood?” he says.

Jasmeet nods even though she doesn’t listen at all. She can barely keep her eyes on her father as she speaks, wanting nothing more than to go into the shop and explore.

But he takes her by the hand and drags her in the direction of the parts shop.

Ramesh begins to point out shops, different kinds of people, and different real world dangers that she will face.

Jasmeet listens but remembers none of it.

But she remembers the way back to the shop.

—

## High School is Over

Days later, she completes her last final and summer school for college courses will begin. In the white tube of her Agrahara style home several levels down, Jasmeet’s mother, Vihaan, prepares Chana masala and butter-brushed naan.

The smell is comforting to Jasmeet as she looks down over her new course work for college, but it does little to settle the sexual fantasies swirling in her mind. She’s still in her school uniform of a black sweater over a short pleated skirt. The feeling from the surface mixes with her wanting to wear the uniform despite the school relaxing the dress code over the last few days. She doesn’t understand it. What she does understand is the burnout in her brain from the finals she just went through. But her mother doesn’t understand her protests about burn out. Vihaan dismisses it.

Just like everything else Jasmeet feels.

“I want you to go to the pre-orientation at the college,” she says.

“*Amba*, it’s optional. And it’s just a bunch of stuff that’s in the brochure. It’s a commercial. I don’t want to go.”

Vihaan snaps at Jasmeet.

“No, you will go. No arguing. Now eat. You will be late,” she says.

Jasmeet packs her bag with her tablet and other items and marches out of the sliding door without eating. Her mother calls after her, but she’s already on the light rail in the pathway before her mother can stop her.

Jasmeet feels frustrated as she plops into her seat.

*This is all work and no play*, she thinks.

But as the tube fills with more people taking their seats, the feeling returns.

And she closes her eyes to think of the shop.

The images of the digital advertisements in pink and red neon flash in her mind. The women wear garters, thigh highs, high heels with straps she didn’t know existed. She combines them with the images of the woman with their hair uncovered, shoulders bare, and mashes the images in her mind.

But what comes together is even darker.

There was fetish wear, bondage equipment, and ropes in the window over moving mannequins. They looked helpless, like captured prey off the side of the road and sold into slavery.

She feels herself becoming so wet and turned on she becomes dizzy.

When she opens her eyes, every man she sees looks attractive. She wants to surrender to them. Wear the bondage equipment. Be helpless. And be taken.

The train comes to a jarring stop that snaps her out of the feeling within. Jasmeet wishes it didn’t fade.

But then she looks at the stop she’s at.

It’s the same stop her father took her to on the day she turned 18.

The day she saw the store.

And she remembers the way.

A force within her makes her get up and step out of the tube and into the walkway, towards where the elevator to the surface is.

*I’m eighteen now. And I don’t need permission to go to the surface*, she thinks.

—

## Jasmeet Goes To The Surface On Her Own

She stands outside the sex shop in the acid rain and wipes the soot away from her mask. Although the neon screens aren’t as bright during the cloudy day as they were at night, the shop is still easy to find. She lets the images of the advertisements cycle through several times, feeling that bursting sense tickle her inside and twist at the dopamine laden through her system. She watches the main hook come one more time.

*Come in for an experience you can’t get anywhere else.*

She weaves through the throngs of neon heads and delivery bots and walks into the shop.

Jasmeet’s heart races as her brain tries to catch up with all of the imagery and products inside.

Robotic mannequins are posing in their white crystal bodies, wearing the fetish leathers.

Glass asses are along the top of the shop that show sparkling butt plugs and stainless steel dildos.

The walls are adorned with every combination of toys and lingerie that she never knew existed.

And she stands there, dripping from herself and the rain, eyes wide, and still in her mask.

“Hey there sweetie. Can I help you?” hears Jasmeet.

She startles and brings herself out of her imagination and into the shop. A woman with green neon extensions fashioned into a bun with glowing neon eyes looks at her with a smile. The Nigerian woman stands behind the counter putting black lacy bras on hangers.

Jasmeet walks up.

“I uh…” she stammers and feels herself blushing.

“Honey, can I check your age first?” the green attendant asks.

Jasmeet puts out her arm with the embedded implant that holds her most sensitive information.

The attendant holds for a moment, looking at Jasmeets arm. She reaches under the counter and rummages around, then finds a scanner.

Jasmeet notices that it’s an old model and unlike any of the new ones in the stores below the surface. The machine chimes as it scans, proving that she just turned eighteen.

“I’m guessing this is your first time on the surface?” asks the Green woman.

“Second time. I saw your shop when I came up here,” Jasmeet explains.

“You just come from school?”

“No, I just graduated. I just enjoy wearing it more now than I used to.”

“Well, this must be very new for you. We don’t get many tube dwellers coming into the shop like this, especially,” the green woman gestures at Jasmeet with a ring laden hand, “women like yourself at your age.”

“Why?” asks Jassmeet.

“It’s kind of dangerous up here. In fact I’m surprised you got here by yourself.”

“I’m much more adventurous than most people in the tubes. And… Well after seeing your shop and the advertisement, I just couldn’t help myself.”

Jasmeet starts to press her legs together, feeling that surge again. Even the woman behind the counter makes her want to climb over, kiss her, and let her green eyes eat up her entire body at her will. It’s the same surge from the subway, making her want to give herself freely to anyone who want to use her, especially those that *want* to use her. She wants to experience what she feels inside but can’t seem to verbalize what it is.

“What advertisement honey?” asks the attendant.

“The…” Jasmeet turns around and points at the front windows, “The one that say ‘*Come in for an experience you can’t get anywhere else*’. I want to know what that is,” Jasmeet says.

“Oh. It’s more just the experience of the shop. It refers to a shopping experience. That’s all.”

Jasmeets indescribable feeling starts to deflate. She looks around, seeing the expensive garments and dildos and toys and thinks about her credit in her arm. There’s a rush at imagining it, but she doesn’t want to imagine it. She wants to explore it.

“Damn,” she says under her breath. Jasmeet makes her way to the door.

“Wait, hold on there honey,” says the attendant. She rounds around the counter and comes face to face with Jasmeet.

She smells like rose oil and it makes the feeling return to Jasmeets heart.

“What were you looking for exactly?” she asks.

“An experience. I’m… Well, for lack of a better word, *inexperienced.* And… There’s something that I’m feeling that I can’t put into words. Something I need. I just… This is the only place that I know that makes me feel like this and I wanted to look for it. Just not sure what that experience is.”

The Nigerian attendant looks at her with her hands on her hips, letting the holographic eyes swirl as she thinks. Then, she puts up her hand.

“Hold on, I think I know how I can help you,” she says.

She goes back around the booth and heads in the back for a moment, then returns just as quickly.

The attendant hands a white paper card to Jasmeet. It has an old QR code on it.

“What is this?” asks Jasmeet, turning it over. She scans it with her rental hud and orange letters float in her vision.

“The experience you’re looking for. When you meet him, tell him that Yathiq sent you.”

Jasmeet reads the instructions put in her vision.

She hears a message in her ears in English.

The message looks weird and is not connected to her net.

Encrypted.

She records it just in case.

Jasmeet finishes the message and looks at Yathiq and smiles.

The gates of her mind and body have opened and the rush comes in. She still can’t find the words, but the feeling is stronger now than ever.

*I found what I’m looking for,* she thinks.

—

## Zamalak At Night is Different

Jasmeet feels fear when she steps out of the elevator several days later. The night felt different with her father, but alone she feels the danger that he mentioned.

She takes an auto taxi to lower Zamalek and feels out of place. The ash is heavy in the air. The crowd feels different. Their eyes are on her as she shuffles through the soot toward the instructed place. She passes a series of shops with Arabic neon in blue and finds the alley she needs to go down.

It’s the darkest place she’s ever walked.

And the fear rises, hearing the horror stories her mother told her in her head.

*The kidnapping of young women.*

*Murdered and tortured.*

*Slavery.*

*You must protect your innocence.*

But she brings up the message given to her by the card and takes courage in its words.

“We are the mediators. For those living under our oppressive regime, what stays constant is our humanity. This cannot be oppressed. Neither can our desires. And whatever your desire might be, we can help arrange it in the safety and most satisfying way possible. Come in person to our office to discuss and get a quote.”

The directions for the office follow.

And they lead down the dark alley with only a few neon signs to illuminate her path.

She gathers her jalabiya and marches down the alley.

The door of the mediator is hard for her to find, but after doubling back between a bionics shop with red neon and an abandoned jewelry store, she finds it.

The door is old, but the keypad is modern and scrubbed clean of the film of smog.

She punches in the code for the stiff door and takes several pushes to get it open, then squeezes in.

The narrow stairwell in the hallway is of the Old Cairo architecture forgotten to time. But she goes up the slippery marble steps toward a glowing yellow light on the top floor. And there, just as the message said, is the computer repair shop with the glass window and open door.

The fear is at its height in Jasmeet, but it brings about the misunderstood feeling that now feels bursting out of her stomach and into her throat. But she steps in anyways and is greeted by a young man at a desk.

“*Mrhbaan*,” says the young Egyptian man. He sits in a 20th century desk in the same style of architecture as the hallway. He has a strange paper book in front of him and is surrounded by keyboards, computer screens, and other wires and old computer equipment that are stacked to the ceiling.

Jassmeet is hesitant and stands in the doorway.

“I… I’m here to meet with someone,” she says.

“Yes, come in. Who did you want to meet?” he asks.

Jasmeet does what the instructions say and produces the card, showing the QR code.

The Egyptian man points to the office to his right and goes back to his book.

As Jasmeet opens the door, she’s met with the smell of sour apple smoke and mint. There’s a cloud of shisha smoke. It obscures the old typewriters stacked around the small office. But behind a worn wooden desk sits a man with platinum white hair. He’s large and barely fits in his chair, but he takes the pipe out of his mouth and blows smoke through his smile.

“Salam,” he says with a deep smooth voice. “May I help you?”

Jasmeet closes the door behind her and turns, holding the card out.

“Yathiq sent me,” she says.

His eyes brighten and he sets the pipe down. As he rises, he offers her the wooden chair in front of the desk. They introduce themselves.

The old man’s name is Omar.

He is the Mediator.

“Would you like Chai, my sweet?” he asks.

“Please,” she says sitting down.

As he pours the hot kettle into a small crystal glass, he begins to speak.

“It has been some time since Yathiq has sent me a new client like you. In fact, she went out of her way to come and see me to tell me about you.”

“She did?” asks Jasmeet.

“Yes. She felt compelled to ensure that you are taken care of. She tells me that you are feeling something new inside of you, yes?”

Jasmeet feels strange having to now express this new feeling inside of her to a much older man. Not only is she unable to put the words together now in her nervousness, but it mixes with her desires so hard that she starts to breathe heavily. The images from the shop come back. Her own fantasies of the dark stories her mother told come crashing into her mind.

She only knows one way to start.

“I’ve never done this before,” she says.

“Many clients have their first experience through the Mediator. Your nervousness is very common,” he says, sipping tea.

“No, what I mean is… I’m a virgin,” she says.

Omar chokes on his tea and spills much of it over his white shirt. He drops the glass on the desk and it flows over the rare paper on his desk. It makes Jasmeet jump.

After coughing and clearing his throat, he keeps a hand on his chest as his eyes water.

“My word, I apologize. What did you say?”

“I’m a virgin,” she repeats.

There’s a moment of pause.

“Well, in my years of this business I created, I must say that is a first for me to come across. Jasmeet, are you sure you want to be here?”

She sits up in her chair.

“Yes,” she says firmly, “I want to be here. I’m seeking… Um… I don’t know exactly. But I’m feeling and experiencing something I can’t explain. I need your help.”

“Young woman, I would highly suggest that you start easily first. Be with a few men your age and experience your first time as gently as you can. The experiences that I offer are very advanced and might be too much for you. You will become in touch with your feelings as soon as you–,” Omar says, but Jasmeet interrupts him.

“But you don’t understand!” she almost shouts.

Omar brings his hands together over his chest and takes a deep breath.

Jasmeet feels a tension in the air, and then feels guilt rise inside of her for interrupting an elder.

She sees Omar thinking and then the tension dissipates. He smiles at her.

“Jasmeet. I recognize that you are a very bright lady. Bright enough that, if you wanted to, you would have already slept with men your age. And you’ve taken great lengths and danger to come here. For that, I apologize for dismissing you. Please,” he says, sliding across the shisha to her and offering the pipe, “help me understand what it is that you are feeling. I am here to help you.”

Jasmeet takes the pipe and inhales the tobacco, letting the stress and tension release with the smoke as it curls into the air. She hands it back to him and lets the tobacco try and settle her mind for the moment as Omar takes an inhale as well.

As the smoke swirls with her thoughts, she finally feels something settle into her mind. What dark thoughts that twist her are unwinding just enough for her to express what it is she feels as simply as she can.

“Everywhere I go, I want to have sex. Anyone I look at, I want to fuck. It’s constantly on my mind. I can barely focus. And I’m horny all the time. It’s driving me mad. And it’s what’s driven me to the surface to find you,” says Jasmeet.

Omar listens and contemplates what she says for a moment.

“Jasmeet, do you know what nymphomania is?”

Coming from a sheltered religious school, Jasmeet hasn’t heard the word mentioned before.

“No. What is that? Is that what’s happening to me? Is it a disease of the mind or something?” she spits out rapidly, thankful that there is a name to what she feels.

Omar puts a hand up to halt her questions.

“What you just described to me is, by the government and medical standards, something called nymphomania. You have excessive sexual drives and desires, yes?”

Jasmeet nods as she twists her hands together in her lap.

“Do you want to touch yourself constantly or have other sexual activities as much as you can?”

Jasmeet nods, even though she hasn’t. She wants to. But under the careful watch of her parents and a shared bedroom with her siblings her entire life, there’s never been a chance to do it. It drives her crazy and into madness some nights. She squirms more in her chair.

“And it has distracted you from your studies, yes?”

Again, Jasmeet nods as if he’s reading her mind. She was barely able to make it through finals. Hence the reason why her mother signed her up for summer courses before college to make up what she missed. Her head was always swirling around about sex. And ever since the sex shop and seeing the lingerie, her thoughts have been consumed by it.

“Yes. My poor young woman. You are suffering from nymphomania,” he says.

Jasmeet identifies with the word suffering.

“Yes. I suffer. It’s terrible. Can you help me?”

Omar takes a moment to take another puff of the shisha and changes the coals. He takes one more pull and thinks.

“Well. If we were not in Egypt, I would send you to a medical professional to get care. But because of the regime we are under, technically you would be imprisoned, as having such a disease is considered a crime in this country.”

Jasmeet feels herself go stiff with fear and the horniness she feels is pushed back temporarily, only for it to roar back into her mind. The adrenaline surges with her sexual desires and fears.

“I’m a criminal?” she says, tears starting to well in her eyes.

Omar leans forward with a condoling hand extended.

“My dear, no. You’re not a criminal at all. You’re just a human suffering without help.”

Jasmeet scoots to the edge of her chair and leans on the desk toward Omar. The realization starts to hit her.

*This nymphomania is going to get worse over time*, she thinks.

“If I have this and can’t get treatment, I can’t live a normal life. I have no release. No focus. What should I do? Can you help me? Please?” she asks.

Omar brings his hands together under his nose and puts his head down, thinking deeply.

“Fortunately and unfortunately Jasmeet, I am the only person that can help you. And you have landed in the right hands. So yes, I will help you.”

Jasmeet feels the rollercoaster of relief as it drops into her stomach. She leans back in the chair, willing herself not to let the tears come.

Omar offers her the pipe and she takes it, pulling in long and releasing as much smoke as she does tension.

“So… What do we do?” she asks.

“Well, this may seem counterintuitive. But the situation requires it. Instead of suppressing your desires and hiding them, we will do the opposite. You must lean into the feelings and accept them. Of course, promiscuous sex is also against the law and will land you in jail. It must be done carefully. But, in times of such scarcity of physical need, demand is very high. Which for you in this case, is a good thing.”

Jasmeet tries to take this in. But the haze of the tobacco and the stress makes her dizzy. She swats the smoke from the air.

“What are you saying?”

“What I’m saying is this,” Omar says. He leans forward and looks at her seriously and holds the silence for a moment.

“Would you like a job?”

—

## Jasmeet Waits Impatiently

And she checks the arranged private P.O. box every day, waiting for the very odd and archaic way of messaging through the use of paper.

One day, on her way to class, she checks the stale post office and feels the rush hit her hard as she sees the envelope resting in the small scratched box. She opens it right away to see the burner QR code that she scans with her rental hud. And just as the card she received, she gets a set of instructions in orange letters that appears in her vision. She records it for later.

Also inside the envelope is a simple silver ring.

And as she reads it, she feels her nymphomania stir her thoughts into action at her very first assignment.

Once the instructions are complete, Jasmeet is so wet and turned on that she almost fails to see the notification in her retinal HUD. She’s leaning against the wall, pooling her own wetness in her panties, almost ready to touch herself in public, when the notification pings again.

It’s from her bank.

She checks it and almost screams, but puts a hand over her mouth.

There’s a note from Omar.

‘*Thank you for trusting me and working with our business. I know this is a leap of faith for you. So, as to give you that same confidence of trust, this is a down payment. It’s 25% of what you will make, and you will receive the rest once you are complete with your assignment. Again, happy to have you aboard with us.*’

Jasmeet checks the number again and can’t believe what she’s looking at.

It’s enough to pay for an entire year of her tuition to college.

Just the down payment.

She slips the ring on and heads to class. When there, she can’t pay attention to the lesson at all.

The only thoughts swirling in her head are her ‘real’ assignment for her first, brand new job. She swirls the ring around her finger, anxious and excited all at the same time.

—

## She Wears her School Uniform

As instructed by the Mediator. She carries her backpack with her as she goes out of her room. She plans her lie to her mother carefully. The one day course at the Mid-American University is enough time and justification for her to ‘stay’ at her friend Gamila’s overnight. Of course she paid Gamila to cover for her, as well as sign her up for the one day seminar that she will never attend.

She ensures her parents are deep in their VR feeds before she leaves her room. Wearing her uniform will look suspicious. As does her small bag. It’s not enough for an overnight stay at Gamilas.

But all that her clients require. And Yathiq was more than happy to help pick out everything that she needed.

She looks to see them in their chairs, looking down into a movie. She says goodbye at the door.

They don’t hear her.

And she has to stop herself from running to get to the tube to take it to the University.

—

## The Campus is Modern

The sandstone walkways and traditional Egyptian architecture that gives her a feeling she’s walking back in time. Palm trees sway in the evening wind. Very few students walk across the tan and white brick square in between science and literature buildings. And with every step, Jasmeet feels her mind racing images of what is to come.

To calm herself, she reads the instructions of the Mediator once more.

*’Your very first clients are professors at the American University in Cairo, or AUC, at the Junior Campus. As you are aware, some of the campus is under construction after the latest terrorist attack. You will meet one of them in the closed offices at the top level of the old Bassily Auditorium. Room 713.’*

Jasmeet carries her bag through the Bartlett Plaza, following the map in her retinal HUD, and passes the closed food court. There, she encounters barricades and yellow tape. Construction bots and other equipment is strewn around and much of the concrete is dug up. Rubble piles litter the way to the entrance to the auditorium. She looks over across the way to see the partially destroyed Moataz Al Alfi Hall.

She waits until the coast is clear of students and people watching and steps under the yellow tape. Her oxford shoes don’t give her much purchase on the ground, but she steps gingerly through the uneven ground to the entrance of the Auditorium.

Jasmeet gets to the door and feels her adrenaline start to rush. She feels herself distracted, thinking about her new clients and what they will do to her. But she presses the glass doors, looking for the open one.

Her heart sinks and rises over and over as she tries each door, finding them locked.

But the last one is open.

Just as instructed.

*This is happening. This is really happening*, Jasmeet thinks to herself.

She steps inside the dark auditorium and navigates to the carpeted stairway up to the seventh level offices.

—

## They Prefer Role Play

*’As you have expressed, you have an affinity to your school uniform and doing roleplay as a student. This is among the most requested role play fantasy that we get from clients, so I am happy that you have agreed to fulfill this role. As is our first client, who would like you to ‘persuade’ him to give you a better grade for you falling behind in class.’*

Along the hall, she doesn’t need to look at any of the numbers. Light pours out of the only occupied office. As she walks forward, she feels the danger start to rise. That little voice from her mother with all of her scary stories about the surface, makes its way into her mind. But she fingers the silver ring on her finger. Before she steps forward into the light of the open door of the office, she brings up a particular section of Omars message to help ease her thoughts.

*’Our clients have your safety at the forefront of their minds. And as part of their agreement and yours, everyone is consenting to play this fantasy out. The ring in this envelope is your key safety item. It will help us track your movements, as well as your health. So long as you are wearing it, you are consenting to the engagement. If anything goes wrong, simply take the ring off. It will notify those who are playing and us, and the scene will end. Someone will come to get you and you will be safe. Remember this, especially in the moments that are the most intense. But remember this more: You are safe with us and in doing this.*’

Jasmeet takes a deep breath and feels the scare tactics by her mother float away. All that remains is the desire, the rush, and the fulfillment she wants to feel to assuage her desires.

She steps into the light and sees the teacher behind his desk.

And Jasmeet becomes wet instantaneously.

—

## Take a Seat

Is the first thing the tall man with brown hair and glasses says. She does as he commands and sits in the ergonomic gray chair in front of his white desk. He has a history teacher look. She looks at his red cashmere sweater and can see a well taken care of frame under his white dress shirt. He has papers on his desk and a notebook that he looks at as she sits.

“So Jasmeet, it seems that you’re not doing too well in my class. You haven’t been submitting your homework on time and you missed the last two papers. You’re in danger of failing my class. What do you have to say for yourself?” he says.

Jasmeet is so excited she almost lets a nervous laugh escape. But she hides it by wringing her hands together in her short pleated skirt. The question he asks her is one several professors have said to her. She doesn’t have to reach far for the real feelings and act it out.

“Professor Tate, I… I’ve had so many… other things on my mind. I can’t focus during class. I’m really trying. I can’t fail this course. I won’t be able to graduate if that happens. Please,” she says.

The pleading makes Professor Tate smile.

“I’m sure you’re trying,” he says, playing into the role. “But there’s really no way that you can make this up in time. Even if you pass the final and ace it, it’s not going to be enough. I’m sorry, but I’m going to have to call your mother,” he says. He reaches toward the black phone on his desk.

“No!” says Jasmeet, reaching out. “Please don’t call and tell my mother. I’ll do anything. Please!” she says.

With his hand hovering over the phone, Professor Tate turns his gaze slowly at her. Jasmeet can see the changes in his eyes, as if he’s put dozens of students in this position before and always called. But this time he doesn’t. And the satisfaction that starts to fill his face is one that makes her squirm in her seat.

“You’ll do… Anything?” he asks.

*Yes!* She thinks.*This is exactly how I want it.*

“Well, I uh… I mean, I’ll do as much work as I need to. I mean… I really want to go to college and make my parents proud. I’m so desperate,” she says.

Professor Tate folds his hands together on the desk and leans forward to her.

“Tell me, what is it that distracts you during my lessons? Is it other boys? Perhaps a boyfriend you’re thinking about?”

“I… No, I don’t have a boyfriend. I wish I did– I mean, sometimes I think about boys during class. I dunno…,” she says, stammering on purpose.

Professor Tate rises and comes around to her side of the desk. He sits on the edge, close enough for her to smell him. He has that sweater smell and a hit of dusted cologne, like vanilla and books.

“Don’t lie to me Jasmeet. Tell me the truth. What about boys are you thinking about?”

Jasmeet feels the heat under her white blouse and sweater start to rise. She undoes the top button, moving it aside a little too much. She catches Professor Tate staring down her blouse. It shoots nervous goosebumps up her body. She finds her mind giving into her thoughts, just as she does in class.

*I wonder how big his cock is and what it would feel like inside me,* she thinks.

She feels herself blush.

And Professor Tate can see it.

“Well?” he says, now staring at her.

Jasmeet directs her eyes up, looking innocent and pleading.

“It’s too naughty for me to say out loud. Please, professor. Please tell me what I need to do in order to pass your class.”

“Tell me what you are thinking about the boys in class, Jasmeet, or I’ll fail you right now,” he says.

Jasmeet feels herself stepping into the role, coming to the edge of her seat, giving him wide eyes and panting as if she is searching for words.

But she knows exactly what to say.

“Professor Tate, I have these feelings I don’t know what to do with. But my mother wants me to keep my innocence. I know I’m not supposed to think about… About…” she stammers.

She looks over and sees something moving, growing, in professor Tates pants.

“About… Being naked and stuff with them. But I’m a virgin and I–,” she blurts out. She then puts her hands over her mouth as if she committed a sin.

“You’re a virgin are you?” asks Professor Tate. “A pretty girl like you?”

He takes a hand and moves some of her black hair behind her ear. Jasmeet pulls away at first, but it makes Professor Tate move closer. He tries again on the other side of her face. She allows it, feeling the tips of his fingers grace over her face.

The goosebumps explode all over her, and she can feel her body about to explode.

*Oh my god I want him. Right now!* She thinks.

“Come now, you must have had sex by now with some of the boys in class? I’m surprised,” he says.

“Well I… I’ve wanted to. But I have to protect my innocence,” she says shyly.

“What’s more important? Protecting your innocence? Or graduating to make your parents proud?”

Jasmeet feels it coming. The quid pro quo. The fantasy that she’s thought about for years that plagues her dreams and distracts her. She wants to let herself go, let her virginity be gone. She wants to let this man and his friend ravage her. So she says the words, triggering the start of her role for the evening.

“I want to graduate, professor,” she says.

“Then I have a special assignment for you that you can do. Once complete, then I’ll make sure that you pass so you can make your parents proud. Now, follow me,” he says.

Jasmeet gets up and follows Professor Tate out into the dark hallway.

And she feels herself dripping down the side of her legs into her white thigh highs.

## They Walk Toward the Residence Buildings

And Jasmeet clutched her bag in her chest, hugging it as if she were embarrassed or scared. But she does it to prevent her shirt from rubbing her nipples. She’s so turned on that her chest actually aches to be touched.

Professor Tate is slightly ahead of her as they walk along the construction path and into the closed dorms.

“Where are we going?” she asks, playing into the notion of the innocent scared schoolgirl. She remembers the instructions.

“It’s a special room for your assignment. You’ll have a lot of work to do so we need a space where you can focus without being disturbed,” he says.

They take a left into the darkened empty university residences, vacant between semesters. The red brick buildings are short and the darkened green shrubs they pass are unfriendly in the dark. As they round a corner, she sees dim light in one of the rooms on the ground level. With every step, she feels herself almost tumbling over in her mind. The want to be fucked is driving her crazy. The anticipation builds in her stomach that she almost forgets herself and takes Professor Tates hand and pulls him along.

But she doesn’t, and follows his slow lead as they walk.

To excite herself further, she brings up the instructions of the mediator to read and make herself even more ready for the ‘assignment.’

*’One of the professors will lead you to the dorms, where they will have their playroom set up. There will be two others in the room when you arrive. Since your fantasy aligns with theirs, you will resist them once you enter. And as to your prior consent, all of the bondage, restraint items, and lingerie you agree to be used on you will be present. After that, you must simply allow them to have as much fun with you as you can stand.’*

Professor Tate leads her in through a lobby with low halogen lighting and through to one of the halls. The hall is colored white and taupe with brown doors. He stops at one of the doors with his hand on the knob and looks at Jasmeet.

She feels ready to melt into their arms and have them take her. So she clutches her handbag in front of her chest and gives the professor doe eyes.

“Is this where I’ll be doing my assignment?” she asks.

And all professor Tate does is smile and open the door.

—

## The Room is a Lounge

There are brown couches that wrap around the room. The floor is white carpet. And Jasmeet walks in to see a strange set of contraptions on a desk in the middle of the room.

Ones that she recognizes from the sex shop.

The ones that she picked out for herself.

And then she freezes as she passes through the small little hall to the room. On her right and left are the other two professors. She clutches her bag, feigning fear like a scared school girl might do.

But she wants to giggle with glee so bad that she feels herself shaking, holding back her desires that are about to come true. It adds to the image of a scared school girl, and both of the men rise and smile.

“Jasmeet, these are two of my colleagues from the department. Meet Professor Haram,” says Tate.

Jasmeet turns to her right to see a sturdy white man with a short black beard. He’s very tall, very broad in the shoulders, and wears a tan button down with brown pants.

She can already see his bulge as he stands.

“And this,” Professor Tate says, taking her bag from her clutch, “Is Professor Jensent.”

Jasmeet turns to her left to see a thin Egyptian man with a fine jawline and deep brown eyes. He’s slightly shorter than the rest but makes up for his massive physique that stretches his white collared shirt as he steps toward her.

All three men stand close around her, and she looks back and forth between them all, feeling naked without her bag against her chest.

“Wh… Hi. Um… Professor Tate, are they going to help me with my assignment or something?” she asks.

“*They* are your assignments,” he says.

And all three step toward her and surround her.

Jasmeet has one final feeling that races through her mind before the men reach out to grab her and have their way.

She feels relieved.

—

## They Start By Groping Her

And Jasmeet’s body electrifies with the feeling of a man’s hand on her for the first time. The shock makes her go stiff at first, then she feels the other hands of all three of them starting to tease her over her school uniform.

She starts to pull back as they grab her breasts, run a hand up and around her skirt, and try and touch her chin.

“What are you doing?! What do you mean *they’re* my assignments?” she says, starting to move back and swat their hands away.

All of the professors start to grin.

Jensent starts to chuckle.

“Not a very bright one, is she?” he says as he runs a hand up her skirt to feel her bare ass. He feels around and plays with the innocent white thong under her. She tries to move away, but then gets backed into the door. All three men are upon her.

“Well she is failing my class,” says Tate.

All of the professors chuckle.

Then Jassmet feels at hand from Haram under her chin and presses her against the wall.

Tate takes a hand and holds it against the wall.

And Jenset takes the other.

Jasmeet starts to wiggle to get away from them, but to no avail.

Haram looks right into her eyes, standing over her as she looks up.

“You want to graduate, don’t you?” he asks her.

Jasmeet, breathing hard and feeling the heat from their bodies, can barely form words as the pleasure from them restraining her. The flashes of her fantasies come into her eyes, mixing with all of her naughty dreams, her daydreaming during classes, and the constant imaginative images of her first time and what it would be like.

And she feels all of that coming true right at this moment.

She nods yes to the large man above her.

And his smile is very wide.

“Hey Tate, you want to search her bag? See how naughty this little student of yours really is?”

Jasmeet knows that the cue, and she feels a flush of embarrassment and excitement at what is in her bag.

“No! Please! Those are private!” Jasmeet says. She starts to resist as soon as Tate takes his hand off of her wrist on the wall. But both Haram and Jensent overpower her very quickly, pressing her into the wall and continuing to use their hands to grope and touch her.

“No no, that’s a bad girl,” says Haram, lightly slapping her on the cheek. It makes Jasmeet moan with slight pain and she wiggles against their hold. “You want to fail your class? If not, you better be a good girl and pay attention to your little lesson that we are about to give you.”

Jasmeet whimpers as she hears Tate unzip her bag.

“Boys, looks like we’re all going to get to pick what we fuck her in. She brought several,” says Tate.

Jasmeet looks over their shoulder to see Tate dump out half a dozen small paper packages, all with the trashiest and kinkiest lingerie that she wants to wear.

And Tate picks up one and looks at it in the dim light.

It just so happens to be her favorite one.

—

## The Have a Deck of Cards

Tate brings it out of his pocket and opens it, showing the red deck to the men. They each pick a card from it.

“High card gets to take her virginity first,” says Tate.

They look at their cards, then show them to each other.

Then to Jasmeet.

Tate pulls a seven of diamonds.

Jensent pulls a five of clubs.

And Haram pulls the Ace of Hearts.

*How appropriate*, thinks Jasmeet.

Haram tightens his grip on her arm and her chin in excitement. And then, for the first time, she feels the growing sensation of a cock against her.

His cock.

Her first cock.

And she feels herself weak in the knees that she finally knows. This is the man who will take her virginity. This will be her first experience. And she couldn’t have picked a hotter man to take her.

*Please fuck me, please!* she thinks.

“Now, as part of your first lesson, you’re to take my cock until I’m satisfied. And I’m going to stretch you out and fill you up. Because my friendly professors here enjoy sloppy seconds. Don’t you guys?” says Haram.

The other two men chuckle in confirmation.

It makes Jasmeet feel a rush to her pussy in anticipation.

She feels Haram fully erect as he presses into her. He’s huge.

“And you know what?” Haram haram says as he pulls back, taking her chin in his hands and turning her side to side. She watches him look her up and down.

Then he takes a hand and goes up her skirt.

He peels her panties down.

They fall around her ankles.

Jasmeet feels bare and exposed.

And *very* ready.

“I’m going to fuck you in your uniform. After all, you are getting a lesson and this is your first class in how to be a fucking slut. Might as well teach you properly.”

And all Jasmeet can do is nod, doing her very best not to let out her cackles of enjoyment and let a smile spread right over her face. She shakes with excitement more than ever.

—

## He Takes Her By The Throat

And pulls her over to one of the couches.

The other two professors go to one of the bags and grab beers out of them. She stands at the couch, Harams wide chest in front of her, as she hears two bottles being opened and the men clinking them, taking their seats to watch the show.

Haram takes one of his hands and yanks her light sweater off over her head.

Jasmeet feels her hair disheveled as he does, her school blouse slightly winkles and is all over the place.

“Lift your skirt,” Haram commands her, a hand still around her throat.

Jasmeet hesitates. Haram lightly slaps her across the face and she yelps and jumps. He points a finger in her face.

“That’s your first warning. If you don’t want to be spanked red like a bad girl before I fuck you, you better do exactly what I say. Understood?” he says.

Jasmeet feels some of the slap tears fill her eyes and she whimpers at him and nods.

Very slowly, she takes the hem of her skirt and starts to tease it up.

It comes up, higher around her waist and she begins to roll it.

All the way until her bare ass and pussy are exposed.

She feels the cool air around her bare bottom as the professors on the couch clink beers again and take a drink.

Haram looks her in the eyes and squeezes his grip around her neck.

“Now your shirt. Pull it up so we can all see your pretty tits,” he says.

As soon as Jasmeet pulls her shirt up, exposing her smooth breasts, she feels a new rush come over her. Being exposed, looked upon by men, about to be used, makes her head swirl as Haram squeezes her neck. A power of satisfaction runs up from her toes and all the way up her body into her head. A thought forms in her mind just as Haram lets his hand grace her tits and trace down to her exposed wet pussy.

*This feels natural to me.*

And the strings that once made her always feel unsettled and restless finally come to a stand still. Just as she feels the pleasure of a man’s touch for the very first time.

—

## He Plays With The Outside of Her First

And she cannot help but let out a yelp.

His fingers swirl over her clit very lightly at first, making sure to get some of her wetness so that he glides over her in very short but slow circles. Then, as she starts to moan, she feels herself naturally start to move her hips into him. He circles faster. A rush inside of her pussy forms and she can feel herself gushing with wetness.

“Oh my–,” she begins to say, but Haram quickly takes his hand off of her neck and puts his fingers into her mouth. She tastes his skin as his two fingers press down on her tongue, and she closes her lips around them. Jasmeet begins to moan around them.

“That’s a good little slut. Now go over it like you’re sucking a cock and look at me while you do,” says Haram.

She obeys him, looking into his eyes as she goes up and down on his fingers. She moans and feels herself weak in the knees, doing all she can to stay upright through the pleasure coursing through her body.

But nothing could prepare her for the next feeling.

His fingers trace down her wet labia and find her entrance. And then a single finger curls up inside of her, hitting a point in her body that immediately makes her toes curl and shout out loud.

She’s been penetrated by a man for the first time.

Haram turns to his buddies as he grabs the back of her hair to keep her from falling over. She leans into him, putting her hands on his body to steady herself from the mere shock of pleasure with every curl he makes.

“Oh man, she’s so fucking tight. You’re going to miss out on this after I stretch her out,” he says.

The words of him teasing her, about how he is going to use her, finally makes her start to lose her balance.

But he gives a quick and firm yank on her hair, bringing a little pain that makes her come off her curling toes and back to balance. The pain, his commanding grip, and now him taking her pussy and playing with it how he likes snaps open a new feeling inside of her head.

She wants to give herself to him.

Freely.

And submit.

“Are you ready to get your next lesson?” he says.

“Yes,” she says.

But he taps her on the face and she yelps.

“Yes what? Be respectful now,” he says.

“Yes Professor,” she whimpers out.

—

## He Drops His Pants

And sits on the couch.

Jasmeet feasts her eyes on her very first cock in person. At first, she has no idea how he will fit since he’s so large. But her worry goes away as he grabs her by the arms and pulls her onto him, straddling him on the couch.

Her pussy drips over Haram and it makes his eyes go wide.

“Look at how wet she is for the first time. Never had a virgin pussy before. But I’m about to find out,” says Haram to his buddies.

They cheer him on as he takes his cock and teases the outside of her.

Jasmeet can feel him circling around her vulva, taking his time to relish her as she shakes with anticipation. Her breaths are short. She feels her eyes go wide. And time slows down at the sensation around her builds.

And then, he begins to slide in.

Jasmeet cannot help but moan out in ecstasy as she feels a man filling her with his cock. It stretches her and she feels a slight pain, but he goes back out, then back in a little deeper, using his hands on her hips to force her down over him a little more each time.

She feels him take her skirt and hike it up more, showing her ass to his friends on the couch so they can watch.

And every time he forces her hips down, deeper, the pleasure spreads through her body more and more. And the more he goes in, the more her pussy starts to relax and slide over him more effortlessly. The pain of her being stretched is leaving her. And all that remains is the pleasure.

Haram takes her by the neck and holds her up when she starts moaning out loud.

“Now stay there and be a good girl and don’t move. Now that you’re nice and loose for me and fit my cock perfectly, now it’s time to get a lesson in how to be properly fucked. Are you ready?” he asks.

“Yes professor,” Jasmeet moans out.

—

## And Haram Begins to Thrust

Jasmeet feels her legs flex and her entire body go rigid as he grabs her by the neck and hip. He feels her hands grip into the couch uncontrollably as he starts to fuck her with a rythmic manner. She hears the slapping of his thighs and hips going against her skin, as well as the wet sound of her pussy around his cock.

Jasmeet puts a hand over her mouth as she begins to moan so loud that she surprises herself. But a new sensation is happening. It builds in her, like she’s holding her breath and tensing her muscles all at the same time. The pleasure from him hitting her in the right spot inside of her makes her feel warm. A rush of fluids starts as she begins to scream, biting into her own hand.

She feels her pussy tighten.

And then Haram begins to fuck her even harder.

It only takes a minute of him as the feeling peaks, making her entire body go rigid and a rush hits her mind.

The absolute pleasure of a real orgasm from a man fills her for the first time.

And she feels a rush of hot fluids fill her at the same time as Haram cums inside of her.

As the orgasm completes, she feels a sense of absolute satisfaction that takes her body and makes her relax, falling into Haram on the couch. His body is warm and sweating, and he pants as well. As her head is buried partially in his shoulder, she feels a smile wipe over her face. As stillness in her mind from finally being satisfied takes her.

And it’s everything she’s ever wanted.

Haram doesn’t give her much time to rest, but quickly picks her up as he stands and then throws her onto the couch. He makes her spread her legs.

Painting on the couch, legs open and messy, with her skirt up around her waist and her shirt open and bare for her breasts to be seen, she looks at the other two professors on the couch.

Both of them have their cocks out and are as hard as Haram.

Haram looks down at her, naked and sweaty.

“Now. Are you ready for your next slut lesson?” he asks.

But Jasmeet cannot answer. Her head is still swimming with the orgasm she just had.

She manages to nod.

Professor Tate rises up and drops his pants.

“Time for you to earn your grade and to get punished for not paying attention in my class,” he says.

And he hands Jasmeet one of the small pink and white boxes.

It’s a set of neon pink fishnets.

“Take off your clothes and put this on,” he commands.

And she gets ready to give him sloppy seconds.

—

## He Binds Her With A Wrist to Neck Locking Restraint

It’s made out of fine brown leather with plush cloth to make her comfortable. But the feeling of her hands bound behind her neck and the tight fitting neon fishnets make her feel like a true whore.

“Turn around and show yourself off to us,” says Professor Tate.

In the middle of the lounge, with the other two men still drinking and looking on, she turns around, whimpering, and playing into the part of pleasuring the men in order to survive the night.

“Please Professor Tate. Haven’t I done enough already? Isn’t this enough to pass my class?” she pleads with him.

She looks down at Professor Tates cock and sees it pulsing, growing harder as she prances around and begs.

“Your lessons are just getting started my little whore. Now, do you remember the lesson Professor Haram gave you with his fingers?” Professor Tate asks.

Jasmeet nods.

Professor Tate grabs her by the top of her hair, which makes her squeal as he pulls her down to her knees. She looks up at him, his cock inches away from her face.

“Are you sure? Because if you weren’t paying attention like you don’t in my class, I’m going to make sure that you pay attention. You’ll learn what deep throating is much faster than I intend. So, did you pay attention?”

“Yes Professor Tate,” she says looking up into his eyes.

“Then, put your lesson into practice slut. Lets see what you can do,” says Professor Tate.

Jasmeet feels a rush of adrenaline as she looks at the giant cock in front of her. This will be another first, and her mind searches for the edge and finds none. All that is left is the satisfaction of being able to release, submit, and finally giving into her pleasure that constantly haunts her brain.

She opens her mouth while looking up at professor Tate, sticking her tongue out.

He slowly inserts the tip into her mouth to start licking as he holds her by the top of her hair. She feels his warm head, already wet with dripping cum, and tries to apply what she did to Harams fingers. She takes in more of Haram, but he gets impatient and thrusts his hips into her, making his cock fill her mouth.

She closes her eyes as he pumps in and out of her mouth. Jasmeet has a feeling of surreal realization. All of her naughty thoughts and dreams about going down on a man compare nothing to actually having her mouth full. She feels her pussy starting to drip all over again, ready to take him as her second cock of her life.

Professor Tate takes her head in both of his hands and now thrusts further into her mouth. She feels herself gagging as the head of his cock hits the back of her throat. It makes her entire body convulse, gasping for air, and her hands struggle in the restraints. He pulls out and she takes a long inhale moan in. Her spit starts to come down her throat and she can’t wipe it.

Professor Tate does it for her, rubbing his cock over her face to make her a mess.

She closes her eyes and tries to back away from it, giving a disgusted look on her face to play into her part.

“No no. That’s not how sluts act. Open back up and take me all the way like a good girl,” he says.

She moans and whimpers.

He takes her chin with his hand forcefully and makes her look up into his eyes.

“What do you say?” he asks her.

“Yes… Yes Professor Tate,” she says.

Jasmeet opens her mouth again.

“That’s a good girl. Get it nice and lubed up for me to fuck you. I want to slide so easily into you that I can fuck you as hard as fast as I can. I’m so fucking ready to cum inside you.”

Jasmeet feels her dark hair being pulled behind her head as he shoves his cock back into her, thrusting just like Professor Haram did with her pussy. It’s a great preview to how he will fuck her, and her mind is at the point where she is ready to take his cock and feel him.

When he withdraws after her gasp for breath, she takes the moment to act as slutty as she can.

“Please professor Tate. Take my pussy. I want that good grade,” she begs.

“Now *thats* what a good slut does. You’re learning fast,” he says.

He grabs her by the top of the head again and throws her back. She tumbles back on the carpet, her legs wide and wet. Professor Tate looks down at her and begins to stroke himself, seeing the creampie and what is left of Professor Haram all over her.

—

## He Puts Her Legs Over His Shoulders

Jasmeet feels his cock glide right into her, very deep. It makes her gasp in shock at how deep he is and how easily he is able to slide in with the extra lubrication of Harams cum inside of her. The tip of his cock hits somewhere inside of her that senses a new sense of pleasure into her body. Her eyes widen further as he comes out and slides in again, hitting the same spot.

“Are you paying attention slut?” Professor Tate Asks.

“Yes Professor Tate. I want to be a good girl,” she says.

“You feel that?” he says sliding out and in again. It makes her curl her toes. She nods and moans.

“That’s your cervix. You’re so fucking tight and small that my big cock can hit it easily. And I’m going to keep doing this until I’m ready to cum. You’re to hold your orgasm and release only when you feel me cum. Is that clear?” He says.

She nods.

And Professor Tate slides himself in and out, rhythmically, as to not hurt her, but enough to make his cock hit the back of her and send the pulse of pleasure through her body. Every time he does, Jasmeet yelps out in a continuously rising tone that gets higher and higher the more he goes. It makes him go faster, and Jasmeet feels the second orgasm coming. She tries to hold it.

“Oh my God professor Tate! I’m going to cum again!” She says.

“You better fucking hold it slut. I’m almost there. Don’t you *dare* fucking cum yet. Follow directions like I said,” he says.

He puts his fingers into Jasmeets mouth, and she feels them go deep into the back of her throat. The gagging and pain of being choked makes the pleasure flow back, but then comes in roaring once again after he withdraws.

After she chokes on his fingers, making the spit go over her chin and face, she sees a change in his face. There’s a quickening of his pace. And as he fucks her harder, she feels herself clenching her toes, her entire body, and especially her pussy. As she does, it makes her tighter and defends against the slight pain of him hitting her cervix, but it makes him fuck harder.

He tenses as his fucking reaches its maximum speed.

“Cum now slut!” he yells at her.

She releases, feeling the pleasure hit her brain and spread through her body. Warm liquid shoots into her deep as she can feel Tate’s cock throbbing inside of her. He thrusts deep, one more time, and stays inside of her as he continues to pump more warm cum into her pussy. Jasmeet moans even more, moving her hips, to try and milk him of every last drop.

And please him as much as possible.

He finishes then stands up in a sweaty mess

And she feels the cum starting to seep out of her as she lays on the carpet, dripping with his sweat and hers, and still in her restraints.

Professor Tate turns to Jensent, who already has another small white and pink striped box with a set of trashy lingerie in one hand, and his rock hard cock in the other.

“Your turn Jensent,” he says to him. He gives him a high five as Jensent stands and undoes her restraints around her neck and hands.

He flops the box on her messy chest.

“Put this on. And hurry up,” he says.

—

## She Wears a Strappy Black Harness

It leaves nothing to the imagination and reminds her of belts crossing over in strange places. She feels the leather over her body, holding her breasts up. And as she finishes dressing, Jensent is finished setting up the bondage equipment on the desk.

When he stands back, she sees the steel stockade that she picked out in the sex shop. It has a magnetic bottom to adhere to the desk, followed by an opening for her neck, and two smaller holes on each side for her hands.

Jasmeet feels herself come to a state of bliss as she looks upon it. She barely registers Jensent rough handling of her as he bends her over, puts the clasp down over her head, and locks it.

She feels completely exposed and bent over like this. With her pussy out and her arching her back, she wants someone to come behind her and fuck her hard. She starts to wiggle, she feels two sets of hands take her ankles and begin to use the rope she brought to bind her to the legs of the desk, fully spreading herself to them.

Once finished, she feels what it means to be in bondage.

*Just like those girls in the advertisements at the sex store*, she thinks.

Whereas Haram was conscious of her virginity and stretching her wide, and Haram was conscious about depth, Jasmeet is aware that Jensent can now fuck her like a real woman should be.

He takes a fist full of her pony tail that she put her hair in, and wraps her hair around his hand for a firm grip.

“Now you’re going to get fucked like a proper slut should. This is your advanced lesson. Ready?” he says.

“Yes Professor,” she moans out.

Jensent wastes no time in putting his cock into her and going all the way deep. Jasmeet moans out loud as he starts his pace slow, but quickly comes up to speed. He grunt, throwing his hips into her and making the desk move. With every wet slide of his cock in and out of her, Jasmeet lets her moan and screams of pleasure go. She fully submits to him, wanting him to use her, wanting to please him with her entire body and her pussy.

He begins to fuck her hard, pulling her hair and making her arch her back.

He cums quickly, just as she does. Learning from the last two, she tightens her pussy to milk him of every last drop. He grunts and moans out with pleasure, panting as he lets the last of his pulsing go inside her.

He comes out, and she only hears his voice.

“Okay, round two?” he asks the other two men in the room.

She feels a cock go into her and it makes her gasp. She doesn’t know who it is at first, but then she knows it’s Haram as Professor Tate comes in front of her.

As she’s being fucked, tate takes her chin by his hand and makes her head angle up.

“Open wide, just like your lesson,” he says.

Jasmeet gets the pleasure of being stuffed from both ends. As Professor Haram fucks her hard, each thrust moves her down onto Tates cock, making his head hit the back of her throat each time.

The sensation is overwhelming for Jasmeet, but as she cums again, the sensation becomes normalized in her head. She feels cum fill both her pussy and her mouth at the same time. The explosion of ecstasy, of satisfaction, of finally getting to release from all of the years of pent up sexual energy from her nymphomania, come out with each screaming orgasm that she has.

As the men finish, they switch. She’s unsure if it’s either Tate inside of her, or Jensent again, but somehow not knowing which man was inside of her makes her feel more wild. Haram comes around to the front of her, his cock hard and wet with her cum and several others over him.

“Time for you to learn how to clean a cock. Go ahead and lick it up, then you can suck me off,” he says.

She obeys with a new level of enthusiasm, knowing that she’s pleasing her clients with every thrust of their hips that they make into her pussy.

Jasmeet experiences an orgasm with a cock deep in her mouth. As he cums, she attempts a scream. It garbles out at the base of his cock, shooting his cum and her saliva onto the base of him.

*This. Is. So. Much. FUN!* She thinks to herself.

—

## The Professors Fuck Her Over and Over Again

Jasmeet swears only minutes go by each time, but the men trade positions like they’re working on an assembly line.

One fucks her pussy.

While the other fucks her face.

And one rests and watches, ready to come in for another round.

They trade back and forth, making her drip cum down her legs and all over her chin and the table. By the time they are all sweating, panting, and breathing hard, hours have gone by.

The men take her out of her harness and make her come to her knees. They surround her.

“Now, for your next lesson,” says Professor Tate, “You’ll suck one of us while you jerk off the other two. Is that clear, slut?” he asks.

She nods looking up at them. After finally being broken in, she feels almost at home touching them. Jasmeet reaches up and strokes both Professor Tate and Haram as she takes Jensent into her mouth, looking up at him so that he can watch her eyes as he thrusts into her mouth again.

She feels their drive fading as they have already cum several times and the night gets late, but she only feels her drive get more insatiable. She feels a new power come over her. One that makes her want to please them. The enjoyment that she feels from finally releasing herself from her virginity and taking control of her sexuality just makes her want to enjoy the men more.

Jasmeet switches from sucking off Jenset to Tate, then to Haram. She goes around all three of them, making sure that either her hand or her mouth is on one of them. The blow bang that she engages in gets all three of them hard and worked up again.

“Will you pass me around like a good slut? I want extra credit. Please professors,” she begs while on her knees.

All of their cocks go stiff as she speaks.

And all three of them grab at her and lift her to her feet.

—

## She Gets Passed Around on The Couch

And before she does, she puts on another outfit picked out by Professor Tate.

The white fishnet thigh high stockings with the incredibly short blue pleated skirt make her feel sexy all over again. The white lace bra is barely enough to hold her tits in, and she just decides to bring it down under them to make herself feel more exposed.

She starts riding on top of Jensent first, he then stops her as she tries to grind her hips.

“No, like this,” he says. He takes her hips and starts to make her move her hips correctly, grinding around his cock and using the full muscles of her ass and pelvis as she does.

All three of the men cheer and egg her on.

“There you go. That’s what a proper slut does. You’ve really learned your lesson fast. You should pay attention more often,” says Tate.

Once she gets the rhythm, she wants to fuck them back as hard as they fucked her. So she grinds on him, making sure that his cock hits inside of her just at the right spot to bring her pleasure.

“Yes Professor. I want you to fuck me like a good student slut. I want to be a slut for you,” she says.

The dirty talk makes him cum immediately.

After she milks him, she gets on to Haram. She applies the lesson she just learned from Jensent. She rides him, sliding easily onto his cock as she fucks him on the couch. Haram plays with her tits and squeezes her nipples. The pain makes her cum as well.

“Oh fuck me professor. Please fuck me!” she says to him.

It makes him go faster, and her grinding hits him in just the right spot to cum immediately.

“Fuck! You’re getting an A+ for fucking us like that. Tate, try this. She’s learned so damn fast,” Haram says.

But Jasmeet is already climbing off Haram and onto Tate.

He kisses her as she grinds just like the two men before. Tates eyes become large as he feels how different her pussy is now that she’s stretched. She feels like she’s in control, wanting to please them, and finally knows how to use her pussy to please herself and them.

She screams as she orgasms again.

As she finishes, she goes back to the start of the couch.

And goes down the line again, fucking each professor over and over.

The nymphomania seems to grow and satisfy more with every orgasm she has. All she wants is more. With every round, she feels her orgasms becoming more powerful. The men cum as much as they can, and she feels less and less cum in her pussy each time.

—

## They Go Until Sunrise

And all three of the professors are laying on the couches, full of sweat, and exhausted.

Jasmeet feels so awake and alive. She doesn’t want it to end.

But she knows that screaming orgasms in an abandoned dorm will only put them in trouble.

The men get dressed and put their work clothes back on as Jasmeet stuffs her dirty lingerie back into her bag and puts her uniform back in order.

She feels a slap on her ass from Professor Tate as she gets her skirt in the right place.

“You, young lady, have earned your A+ to graduate. Congratulations on completing your assignment.”

She blushes like the innocent school girl she used to be.

As she heads for the door, she turns around to the exhausted and satisfied men in the room.

“I want to do this again,” she says.

The men all look at one another.

Then they look at her and give her big smiles.

She leaves and walks out of the dorm into the Egyptian haze, the sunrise bathing her new sinful ways in a warm light.

Jasmeet looks down at the ring on her finger, but keeps it on as she walks.

As instructed, she sends a message to the mediator through the burner number.

“My assignment is complete. I’m safe and headed home.”

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## She Pays Attention in Class

The history professor is going over the second civil war of the United States when she gets a text message. It’s a notification from the Post Office that a letter has arrived in her P.O. box.

She closes her notifications and scribbles down notes of what the professor is saying.

After class, she walks out and takes her time to the post office. She feels a calm settle over her as she looks at the people in the tube. What was once distracting her and plaguing her every thought has now settled down. She can focus. And she does well at school for the first time.

But, when she arrives at the scratched up plate office of the old Post Office, she feels it.

The nymphomaniac returns.

She opens the box and finds the letter. No ring this time, since she still wears the one she was given.

The burner QR code registers immediately and sends her the instructions.

*’You made quite the impression on the client professors during your first assignment. So much so that they wanted to give you a tip.*’

There’s a notification from her bank. Again, the sum is large and she still has a hard time registering how much money she’s made after a single encounter.

But she’s shocked at the next deposit that’s listed.

The Mediator’s message continues.

*’Word about your skill sets and your willingness to do these scenes has spread among the private channels we have. Clients want you enough that the three professors want to have you a few times more before others get a chance. As such, your rate has skyrocketed.’*

Jasmeet blushes and leans against the wall of the post office. The pleasure in her head and images from her encounter with the three men swirl around and tighten her pussy up, making her ache for them.

She reads the last part of her message.

*’Would you like another assignment?’*