Kinky College - Deep Throat Memorial Week 04

by Broken Arrow , tagged as

Summary: Abigail Greere, the 27 year old Dean of Psychology, had managed to escape being the guest of Dormitory D during the last few days of Surprise Anal Sex Week, by allowing them to take Molly Debrier as their guest instead. Now, she's just getting into the swing of Deep Throat Memorial week and thinking it'll be a breeze compared to the four days of constant anal sex the week before.

However, she wonders why she still dreams of being used by young men over and over. She can't help but explore the feelings her first week of participating in the special events have released. And last, but not least, who's this young man walking down the hall towards her and what does he have in store for her? It's only Monday and there's a long way to the weekend.

Abigail Greere sat in her office filling out paperwork. The eggshell-white venetian blinds were drawn shut so tight that barely a sliver of sunlight made it into the room. She kept only a small desk lamp, dim and only illuminating the paper in front of her, turned on while she went about her work. The rhythm of the pen scratching across the paper, echoing in the wood of the desk, calmed her with the gentle irregularity of sound.

After a few pages of paperwork, she set the pen on the desk and leaned back in her chair, her large, buoyant breasts straining against the fabric of her black bra and pulling at the buttons of her dark grey blouse. Her tiny waist was often invisible when she was wearing clothes, since her bosom and ass were both, large, soft and round, but with a fitted blouse and skirt, her hourglass figure drew the eyes of men and women easily.

She was naturally blonde, but had been wearing her hair dyed a bright red in recent years. When she turned twenty-five, she just felt she needed a little something to feel young and free again. After all, life as the Dean of Psychology didn't leave a lot of time for fun, so a shock of bright hair was all she could manage.

Her mind drifted off to memories of her near week long visit to Dormitory D during Surprise Anal Sex Week as their special guest. It had been exhausting and her battered asshole still ached, twitching and empty, as if it begged for another cock to thrust into her and satisfy itself.

She'd been in a hurry to sign the paperwork to let Molly become their guest for the rest of the week, just so she could get a little rest. Barely any man at the college had fucked her ass Thursday or Friday and she'd even managed to avoid being taken home for the weekend.

When she'd heard that the special event weeks would extend to faculty and staff, she had been a little nervous, but figured she'd only have to deal with a few students who managed to stop her on her way into her office and off campus. However, after a long Monday in which she'd never even managed to make it to her office, she'd been thrown over the shoulder of a large, burly, young man who told her he was taking her back to the dorm.

She'd tried to explain that her workday was over, but the Dean of Student Affairs happened to be passing by and had told her that as long as she was on campus, she was to be available for the students, faculty, and staff to use, even if that meant they'd be keeping her on campus.

"He's a dean, just like me, so how is it that he has so much power around here?" she asked herself.

She sucked on her middle finger for a moment, wetting it as best she could with her warm, soft mouth. Then reached down the back of her tight, black skirt, into her panties, and learned forward, her breasts pressed against her desk as she moved her finger in tiny circles over the wrinkled ring of her sensitive asshole. She thought she'd never want another thing in her ass after Surprise Anal Sex Week, but every night since Thursday, she dreamed of strong, young men bending her into a hundred different positions while ramming their wonderful, hard, pulsing cocks up her aching ass. She'd even woken up on Sunday with four of her own fingers plunging into her tender ass.

"An entire dorm of men wanted my ass so bad that they used me for days. God, it's hot when I think back on it," she said and thrust her middle finger to the last knuckle into her twitching hole. She bit her large lower lip, took in a sharp breath through her nose, and moaned.

"Oh, yeah! Fuck my big, hot, tight ass! Fuck me hard, you little frat-boy piece of shit. Slam that cock up my fucking shitter and make me scream," she whispered as she worked her finger around in her tight asshole.

With her other hand, she reached down, unbuttoned her blouse, and flicked free the clasp in the front of her bra, setting her large, sensitive nipples free. She circled between them, switching back and forth, until she finally pushed one up to her mouth and began to suck greedily. Her tit held up to her mouth by the desk and her hand free, she reached between her legs to her dripping cunt and stroked at the hard nib of her clitoris.

She edged closer to the precipice of orgasm as she worked a second finger up her ass, sucked harder on the nipple of her left breast, and stroked her cunt, staining the fabric of her chair.

As she felt the first wave of orgasm hit her, she pulled her fingers free of her gripping ass, let her nipple fall, and grabbed a book.

Her eyes rolled into the back of her head, her muscles spasmed, and she bit down on the book to stifle her moans. In the blinding white flash of her release, she was lost, until she noticed the sound of her own panting breath, the cool wood of the desk on her cheek, and warm wet fabric of the chair beneath her.

She sat back up, tossed her bra into a drawer, and buttoned her blouse.

"One week in a dorm and I've become a complete slut? Look at me, masturbating in my office when I should be getting work done. Just because I'm the youngest dean this college has ever hired, I'll be 28 next month, doesn't mean I can be irresponsible. I really have to catch up on this paperwork. I missed almost an entire week last week."

She pulled a few wet-naps from a drawer, she'd always been a bit of a clean freak, and wiped her hands clean. A sigh escaped her lips before she picked up her pen and started working her way through the stack of paperwork she'd pushed aside while having her moment of fun.

After a few more hours of mind numbing work on forms that had to be completed in triplicate in some cases, Abigail looked at the clock on her wall and noticed that it had gone from day to evening. The offices for the deans saw very little foot traffic from the students, so they were generally free of the noise and excitement of the special event weeks. Even with the staff and faculty open for use during the events, there weren't many in the offices near Abigail who would attract the attention of lusty young men. Among the deans, that honor was almost entirely hers.

Her stack of paperwork had almost disappeared. With a little extra time put in over the next few days, she was sure she'd be caught up and back to her normal, routine pace.

She'd only been pushed to her knees twice that morning to service the cocks of a couple students she'd never met before. She was used to it. After Surprise Anal Sex Week, Deep Throat Memorial Week looked like it would be a piece of cake. Suck a few dicks on the way into the office, maybe have a few slammed against the back of her throat on the way out. It looked like it would be easier on her than the four days of nearly constant rough anal sex she'd already gone through.

She wondered why she felt not only relief at that realization, but also a sort of emptiness. Had she really become accustomed to the attention of a legion of men so completely that she missed it?

"Maybe I'll write a commentary on the release of unrealized desires during extreme sexual activity. It's been done before, but I might have some valuable points to offer due to my direct experience."

She pushed back from her desk stood up, checked the buttons on her blouse, decided to leave her bra behind, took hold of the doorknob. After a deep breath, she stepped out into the hall and looked both ways.

"Not a soul in sight." She sighed, but she wasn't sure if it was out of relief or disappointment.

Abigail had parked in the nearest lot, making sure she had the least chance of being stopped before getting to work. Even so, she knew that not only the students could choose to make use of her mouth and throat that week, but also the faculty, staff- even the maintenance crew. If she wasn't careful, especially in the morning, she'd get derailed and she'd never have time to get her work done.

"Abby," a familiar voice called out behind her just as her hand pressed against the door leading to the parking lot.

She spun around to see a man just a couple inches taller than her. His thick chest hair stuck out from the top of his t-shirt and covered his otherwise bare arms. His face was covered in a few days stubble and his smile lopsided.

"You," Abigail said.

"Bruce. My name's Bruce," he said and continued to walk towards her.

"I remember. I'm pretty sure you fucked my ass three times as much as anyone else last week." She tried to look angry, but something kept pulling the corners of her mouth upward.

"I've been dreaming about having those soft lips of yours wrapped around my cock. I bet it'll be even better than fucking that nice, plump ass of yours."

He stopped walking close enough to her that she could feel the breath of his words on her face. Then his hands took hold of her shoulders and began to push her down to her knees. Abigail thought about saying something snarky back to him, but as soon as her knees touched the ground, he pressed her face against the bulge straining against his jeans.

"Unzip it with your teeth," he said.

She wasn't sure how much he could order her to do, really, but she took the tiny metal zipper between her teeth, the sharp copper taste of a penny bit into the tip of her tongue as she drew the zipper down, one set of metal teeth at a time.

"You can use your hands to pull it out of my pants and put it into that hot mouth of yours, but then put them both behind your back and just use your mouth.

Abigail pulled his thick cock free of his pants and smiled at the fact that he wore no underwear, then put the tip in her mouth and began sucking as she clasped both hands behind her back.

He let her set the pace for a moment, moaning with approval and desire. Abigail felt her cunt begin to grow hot, soaking her thin panties, as the young man standing above her told her she was a "hot little, cock sucking slut."

His hands moved past her head to her blouse and a moment later she felt the cool air of the hall hit her bare breasts as fabric tore and buttons flew. Then both hands took hold of her head.

He began forcing her head all the way down his cock while thrusting forward with his hips faster with each thrust until Abigail lost herself in the violent rocking and the feel of his cock knocking against the back of her throat while his pubic hair tickled her nose.

Then she was free, falling backwards, barely able to catch herself, her back arched and her lungs heaving as she gasped for air. Splashes of heat, wet and sticky, hit her face, tits, and tight belly as Bruce moaned and then leaned over her with one hand against the door for balance.

"Well, I guess you got what you wanted, so I'll be going," She said while starting to stand.

Bruce put a hand on her shoulder and then knelt down to look into her eyes. His smile was lopsided, but the other way around this time.

"Actually, I was sent to fetch you. You're going to be a guest at Dormitory D again this week."

"What? But... you've got Molly. What about her? Are you guys already done with her?"

"No. We're going to host Molly too. We got permission from the Dean of Student Affairs to host two guests this week and everyone misses you." He handed her a piece of paper while he spoke.

Abigail read it over slowly. It had the Dean of Student Affair's signature at the end. He made it clear that the dormitory guest system seemed like a great idea to him, but that he worried it might "be a bit rough" for one guest, so he decided to allow two, for the sake of an experiment.

"Everything's in order," Bruce said.

He picked Abigail up and threw her over one shoulder. She continued to stare at the letter for a moment, but then let her mind go free as she simply enjoyed the play of Bruce's shoulder muscles beneath her. She had to admit that his strength, his rough ways, and even his lopsided smile had a certain charm to them.

"At least this time I'll have someone else to take care of all those cocks with me," she said.

Bruce slapped her ass and she let out a little yelp in response. "That's the spirit! Have some fun with it."

"Fuck you, Bruce," she said.

"That's the plan, Abby."

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