Chapter 3: Rising Action
The following morning, Lucy and Sarah awoke with lethargy in their limbs from hours of uninhibited pleasure. They stretched their sore bodies, glancing at one another through half-opened eyes, unable to suppress the smiles threatening to crack their faces in two.
"How did you sleep?" Sarah asked, her voice laced with amusement as she traced her mate's outlines through the tangled sheets.
"Better than I have in a long time", Lucy murmured, "after last night, it's no wonder why.", her voice punctuated with a yawn.
The memories from the previous night still fresh in their minds, both were tingling with a renewed sense of hunger for each other. Their erogenous zones responded to the light contact of the sheet as their fingers glided along their soft skin.
Lust had begun to well up in the pit of Lucy's stomach once more.
With agonizing effort Lucy rose from the bed her knees were weak and shaking.
"I need a shower," Sarah murmured, a slinky smile creeping across her lips.
Lucy looked down at her breasts, swollen and firm, coated in a fine layer of sweat and a thin sheen of juices. Sarah was already sitting up, combing her fingers through her hair, wanting to suppress a giggle as she stared at Lucy's disarrayed figure.
"Want to join me?" Sarah asked, her question bearing just a hint of mischief.
"I think we should get clean before we do anything else," Lucy said softly, still rubbing her aching muscles. She stood and stretched as Sarah watched her with an appreciative gleam in her eyes.
"Suit yourself," Sarah replied, her tone playful but filled with meaning.
As Lucy moved to the bathroom,
her supple and toned body shook shivering in the brisk air. Sarah followed close behind, her eyes fixated on Lucy's shapely derriere, admiring the gentle sway as she walked.
Lucy stepped into the shower and Sarah stood in front of the sink, washing her face and brushing her teeth.
The water cascaded onto Lucy's heated skin, she enjoyed the sensation of the cold water hitting her swollen clit.
She reached between her thighs and rubbed her slick, wet fingers over her pussy, moaning at the heightened sensitivity.
Sarah watched her through the steamy glass door, feeling her own pussy pulse at the sight of Lucy pleasuring herself tenderly.
Both women attempted to do their normal routine, but the seductive siren's call was not easily shrugged off.
Despite her attempts at cleaning herself, Lucy could feel her pulse quickening at the memories of the night before.
Each flick of her rolled nipples and the gentle caress of her rolled clit painted a vivid tableau in her thoughts, rekindling the fire Dr. Carter had ignited.
As she washed her soapy lather from her body, but the dirty thoughts lingered. With her eyes closed and one hand braced against the tiled wall, she moaned quietly.
"Are you going to take all day?" Sarah asked, a hint of teasing in her voice.
Lucy rinsed the rest of the soap from her body, her nipples phenomally erect as she catapulted herself towards climax.
With a mixture of regret and lust in her heart, Lucy reluctantly turned off the water, unable to reach bliss.
Lucy rolled the glass door open, stepping out of the shower, her body glistening in the sunlight. Wrapping a towel around her petite figure, Lucy turned to find Sarah leaning against the counter, already mostly undressed.
"your turn?" Lucy said with a mischievous grin.
Sarah nodded, stepping into the shower, towards the shower. As she exchanged places with Lucy, Lucy smacked her ass, grabbing a fistful of her toned flesh and pressing her palm firmly against the responsive flesh. Sarah yelped at Lucy's sudden contact, but the lingering heat of her touch kept Sarah in the moment. Lucy pushed Sarah into the shower stall as she took position in front of the sink.
Sarah let the showerhead spray against her naked body, her nipples standing to attention. With one hand braced against the tiles, Sarah parted her lush, slick folds with her free hand, exposing her inner beauty to her fingertips. A low moan escaped her lips as she began to pleasure herself. Lucy stood stroking her own hardened nipples, her eyes fixed on Sarah as she let the shower water cascade over her body.
"are you going to take all day," Lucy teased, a mischievous grin twisting her lips upwards as she talked around her toothbrush.
"I might take my time ," Sarah quipped back, her eyes gleaming with naughty ideas.
Sarah's moan deepened, her fingers strumming at her aching clit in quick, tight circles, "fuck, Lucy, I wish I could "
Lucy smirked, flicking her tongue suggestively while brushing her teeth.
Sarah also found herself without enough time to reach her climax. The water droplets dribbled down her perfectly curved and toned frame as she reluctantly turned off the shower, leaving a trail of moisture in her wake.
The foggy air still clung to their naked bodies as they both admired the reflection in the mirror, their eyes locked and their bodies shivering from the cold but still craving more.
Slowly, their attention turned to the upcoming meeting with professor Carter.
"what should we wear?" Sarah asked as she ran her fingers through her freshly washed hair. Her nipples stood at attention, sensitive to every touch. She felt her pussy dripping, longing for more emotions and that exhilarating connection.
"I don't know," Lucy sighed, "something comfortable, but also somewhat professional."
"Right, because cumming out brains out in front of your professor is definitely a professional look," Sarah replied cheekily, raising an eyebrow at her friend.
Lucy couldn't help but roll her eyes and chuckle at the same time. "Okay, maybe not that comfortable. What if I just wear my favorite sweats and a tee?"
"That sounds perfect," Sarah agreed, turning her attention to the dresser to search for a suitable outfit. They continued their playful banter as they got dressed, exchanging lighthearted jabs as they slipped into their clothes.
Sarah chose a pair of black yoga pants that hugged her curves in all the right places, paired with a white fitted t-shirt that accentuated her chest. Lucy opted for her favorite grey sweatpants and a simple white crop top.
As they walked the hallways of the university, they giggled and chatted, exchanging playful remarks and flirtatious glances. Sarah's pussy remained damp and eager for release, while Lucy's body seemed to hum with anticipation.
They arrived at Dr. Carter's office and knocked on the door.
The door swung open, revealing Dr. Carter as he leaned against his desk.
"Well, if it isn't Ms. Thompson and Ms. Johnson," he said, a kind smirk on his lips.
"Good afternoon, Professor," Sarah replied, her voice dripping with honey.
Lucy followed closely behind, her eyes roving over his form hungrily.
He gestured for them to enter, acknowledging their presence with a slow nod.
As they crossed the threshold, they were greeted with a warm expanse of comforting wood aroma and the soft ambiance of a burning candle. Books lined the walls, a subdued murmur coming from each one as they scuttled in the dance of knowledge.
"so, you want to be my test subjects?" Dr. Carter said, a raised eyebrow indicating his curiosity.
Lucy spoke up, her eyes intent upon him. "Yes, Professor."
Sarah followed suit, "yes sir."
His gaze shifted to her enchanting form, taking in the curve of her plump derriere jutting out from her tight sweats and the soft expanse of her midriff.
"sir..." Dr. Carter chided, "please, call me James."
Sarah smiled at his proposal. "Alright, James" she said, walk towards the chair and rest her hands on the table. She leaned her slender body forward, her breasts pushed out in an inviting posture. Her nipples strained against the cotton fabric of her shirt, poking at the fabric. Her breathing became shallow and her eyes focused, as she waited for him
Dr. James Carter studied her for a moment before beginning again, "first a couple of rules," he said, directing his gaze towards both girls in turn. "we will only proceed when you say so, I will not make any moves without your consent. Agreed?"
Lucy and Sarah shared a look before answering in unison, "yes, James."
"Second, just because you've consented to this, it doesn't mean you can't change your mind at any time. Your safety and comfort are my utmost priorities," he insisted, his gaze holding steady on their faces, watching for any signs of hesitation or discomfort.
Both women thought to themselves, 'god, consent is so hot'
Lucy couldn't help but feel her pussy throbbing and twitching with each passing second as the anticipation built. She nodded eagerly, her eyes filled with unspoken lust as she waited.
"third, we will not engage in any unusual, dangerous or physically harmful activities," he warned.
Both girls nodded politely, silently agreeing to his terms.
James shifted his gaze from Sarah, fixing it instead upon Lucy, his eyes visually raking over her figure as he took in her curves and the flush growing on her cheeks.
"Fourth, and most importantly, we will treat these sessions with the utmost confidentiality. Whatever transpires between us will stay within these walls," he added significantly, emphasizing each word.
The girls nodded, their hearts now racing with a combination of excitement and trepidation.
"Just as a note, this room has been sound isolated from the rest of the university, so we don't have to worry about any unwanted noises leaving this room," Dr. Carter added as an afterthought.
"That's convenient," Sarah replied cheekily.
Lucy couldn't help but let out a nervous chuckle, her gaze flicking between Sarah and James. Her pussy was pulsing now, the anticipation growing too intense.
"For day one, we'll go one at a time," Carter explained.
"who wants to go first?" he queried, looking expectantly between the two eager women.
Lucy hesitantly raised her hand, her eyes widening as she realized what she had done.
James looked at Lucy with an approving nod, his gaze filled with both warmth and understanding. "Alright, Lucy."
"Sarah, there's chairs just outside my office. I'll call you in when we're ready for you," Carter said, directing his attention to Sarah. Sarah left the room quietly.
Lucy nodded, biting down on her bottom lip as butterflies swirled in her belly.
Carter gestured towards a large, plush armchair at the center of the room.
Lucy's breath shuddered and her pussy clenched as she eyed the chair, sinking into it with a small sigh.
"Tell me about your desires and fantasies, Lucy," Carter began, his eyes gentle as he studied her.
"I...I want to experience everything," Lucy stammered, her cheeks flushed with desire. She clutched at the fabric of her sweatshirt, her knuckles turning white.
"Everything?" Carter asked, his voice low and husky.
"Everything," Lucy confirmed, her voice stronger now.
"Okay," Carter said, nodding. He paused for a moment, studying Lucy as she sat before him, her eyes wide and her body trembling with anticipation.
Lucy's eyes flickered towards the ceiling, a hesitant tremble in her voice as she said, "I... I-, I've never told anyone this, but... I hadn't ever came before yesterday."
"Is that so?" Carter commented, his eyes reflecting a warm gleam.
Lucy struggled to maintain her composure but her cheeks were fast turning a rosy hue.
"M-my apologies, that was...embarrassing", Lucy stammered, her voice barely above a whisper.
Carter leaned forward, resting his elbows on his sunken in knees. He fixed his gaze on her for a moment before speaking, maintaining his calm, almost soothing tone. "It's alright, Lucy," a deep warmth carried on his voice, "Lucy, look at me and breath."
She complied, taking several deep breaths as she held his gaze, her chest expanding and contracting beneath the loose fabric of her clothing. His intensity seemed to have a calming effect on her, stirring something deep within her as his eyes bore into hers.
"Today, we will work on discovering your body, and finding your own moans" he said, his voice huskier than before, "You can control how loud or soft you want to be."
Lucy's heart picked up speed as a brilliant spark ignited deep within her.
Her body responded to his words, her nipples becoming hardened, erect peaks beneath her crop top. Carter's gaze shifted towards her stiff tips, his irises darkening with desire at the sight of them.
"Your nipples are sensitive, aren't they?" He asked, his tone heavy with care.
Lucy's breathing became shallow and ragged, her eyes fluttering shut as she nodded her head.
"You can take your top off, Lucy. If that's what you want" he said, his voice a low and soft.
Lucy hesitated for a moment, before slowly pulling her top over her head, revealing her perky and erect nipples to his view.
Lucy huffed air, on the edge of hyperventilating said, "I...I'm sorry, this is embarrassing."
Carter smiled warmly at Lucy, his eyes filled with pride."No, Lucy, nothing could embarrass me. Your body is beautiful and I'm honored that you trust me with it."
Lucy felt her cheeks burn even hotter at his kind words, her self-consciousness lifting slightly. He moved around to sit directly in front of her, taking Lucy's hands gently in his.
"Breath in and out with me, Lucy," he coaxed, his voice deep and soothing.
Lucy responded instantly, her body swaying towards him.
"Keep breathing, Lucy. I want you to close your eyes and take a few deep breaths."
She obeyed, her chest rising and falling under his soothing gaze.
He still held her hands, his thumbs tracing small circular motions on the backs of her knuckles. After a few moments, he brought her hands in front of him, eyes dark and deep, & began slowly tracing his fingers up her bare arms.
"You're so beautiful, Lucy," Carter murmured, each word a honeyed promise. Lucy felt a flush of heat rise through her body at the sound of his voice, spreading from the tips of her earlobes to deep within her.
"Lucy, have you ever explored your own body before? Do you know what feels good for you?" Carter questioned, his voice low and encouraging.
Lucy shook her head, her cheeks pink with embarrassment.
"That's okay, Lucy," Carter soothed, sensing her discomfort. "We're going to explore your body together, at your own pace.
Lucy's breath hitched as his breath tickled the tips of her fingers.
"Last night...", she muttered quietly, "was the first time I'd ever orgasmed from myself."
"and how did it feel?" he continued, pressing lightly on her palm as if guiding her through the incremental steps of exploration.
Lucy hesitated a moment longer before timidly lifting her gaze to his.
"Intense," she admitted timidly, her voice barely audible above a whisper.
Carter let out a sound of approval, his gaze on her softening as she revealed the depth of her experience - or lack thereof.
"You're such a natural, Lucy," he said warmly, his tone steady and supportive.
Lucy looked down at her body, her perky breasts swollen and standing at attention in front of her. The faint scent of her arousal tinged the air, triggering need in every corner of her body.
"Now, I want you to close your eyes for a moment, Lucy," he instructed, a seductive undertone lingering in his voice as he coaxed her to continue.
Lucy followed his bidding, "Yes, Professor," she confirmed.
"did you moan," he continued, one hand still cradling hers in his.
Lucy nodded shyly, "yes, I suppose I did."
Carter's smile grew wider at her response, his eyes shining with pride in her courage.
"You know, most people find that awakening their own orgasms is uncomfortable," he stated softly.
Lucy processed this information, realizing the significance of her own experience. "I didn't find it uncomfortable... It felt fucking amazing," she confessed with a blend of amazement and shame.
Her breasts shuddered, heavy and full, her chest heaving with rapid breaths. The feeling of arousal pulsed through her veins as Carter listened to her confession.
"That's wonderful," Carter praised, "remember that it's okay to be brave and want more."
Lucy shivered at his response, with each passing second she could feel herself unwinding like the spring in a clock; and with each passing second the fire within burned hotter.
"let's begin finding your moan ," Carter said, as his warm gaze bore into hers. "Place your hands on your body."
Lucy obeyed and she placed her hands firmly onto her full, quivering breasts - her nipples erect and hard like cherries prepared for dessert. Her caramel skin shuddering under her fingertips. A soft whimper escaped Lucy's lips as she squeezed her ample breasts, massaging them softly like dough in her hands.
"Good," he encouraged, a warm pride etched on his face. "I'm going to snap my fingers, do you know what happens next?"
Lucy bit her lip, her eyes fluttering with a mix of anticipation and excitement. "Yes," she whispered.
"Is that what you want," Carter asked, his voice a low and measured rumble that seemed to vibrate within the air.
"Yes," Lucy replied, matching Carter's measured cadence. Every syllable seemed to carry weight and import, pulling Lucy deeper into this sensual dance with her instructor.
"Very well," Carter said, his eyes flashing with excitement and a fresh infusion of passion.
He leaned forward, turned his ability as low as he could muster, and snapped his delicate fingers.
The resulting sound was a small, subdued click, but for Lucy, it was anything but.
She immediately felt a warm sensation flood her, starting from her chest area, but quickly enveloping and tightening around her entire body.
Lucy's heart raced, and she felt a surge of excitement ripple through the very depths of her sex. The warmth that coursed through her body only heightened her arousal, and she arched her back, pressing the plush fullness of her breasts against her trembling hands as she whimpered with delight. The warmth could only be described as inviting, and it quickly spread throughout her chest - before spreading further to every single cell of her being.
"Oh, fuck, that feels good," Lucy gasped, still caressing her own breasts as she writhed against the sensation flooding her pussy with the intensity of a thousand suns.
Her heart beat wildly against her chest as she surrendered to the whirlwind of pleasure unfolding between them.
"go ahead and find your moan," Carter said, as he snapped again, the sound echoing softly in the room.
Lucy's body seized with a low groan, shivering involuntarily as she fell prey to the flood of sensation.
A deep, guttural growl emerged from the depths of her soul as she felt her pussy clench and tighten around nothing, as if eager for sweet, primal release. Her panting breaths seemed to accelerate wildly, and her boiling desire could no longer be contained. She shifted, arching her back and grinding her hips against the cushioned chair in a primal, desperate attempt for friction - for relief.
"Goddamn it!" she snarled, clenching her fists against her breasts, tears beginning to spill down her flushed cheeks.
"go ahead and find your moan," Carter repeated softly, snapping his fingers a third time, the sound almost imperceptible to Lucy but nonetheless intensely powerful.
Lucy jerked, her body writhing in the chair as if she'd been electrocuted, pleasure and desire surging through her veins in an unstoppable torrent. She let out an animalistic whine, the carnal nature of her need nearly overwhelming.
The warmth continued flowing, pulsating within her like the rhythm of her pounding heart. Each beat fertilized her abdomen, her throbbing womb ready to split from the onslaught of pleasure.
"Fuck yes!" Lucy cried out, each word dripping with the fervency that defined her utter love affair with the embrace of this indescribable sensation.
Her breaths deepened, her chest heaving and her lush thighs trembling as the feeling of foreign power exploded within her core, only to radiate through every fiber of her being.
At long last, a moan escaped her lips - deep and throaty like a wild animal answering the call of the wild. Lucy couldn't hold back any longer.
"Ahhh, fuuuuuck," she groaned breathily, toes curling against the floor under the force of sensation.
"Good, again," Carter coaxed, his voice a warm as he snapped again.
"Ahhh, fuuuuuck," Lucy grunted louder this time, a primal satisfaction growing in her as she felt her walls pulsing and writhing around the invisible entity, a disturbance reverberating from the confusion of her tightening pussy to the fluttering of her erect nipples, which shifted and twisted against her fingers.
"Oh, fuck yes!" she cried out with pure elation, her chest heaving and her lush thighs pulsing involuntarily. Lucy dug her nails deeper into her breasts, her cries growing louder and raw in her intensity. Her pussy clenched in a primal spasm, releasing a gush of delightful fluids that lubricated her inner world, beckoning for more. Unable to contain herself any longer, she cast aside the inhibitions holding her back and released her voice with force, roaring in pleasure as she felt her climax shake her to her core.
As her orgasm subsided, Carter's hand landed on her knee gently, drawing her gaze away from the ceiling and back to him.
"How was that?" he asked softly, his eyes alight with curiosity.
Lucy sucked in a deep breath, her chest heaving as she met his gaze. "That... That was incredible," she muttered, her voice hoarse. Her face was flushed a deep crimson.
"Can you do it again?" Lucy asked, the warmth and excitement clear in her voice.
Carter hesitated for a moment, "I think it's best if we're done for today ," he said gently, but with a determined edge.
Lucy pouted but nodded in agreement, knowing that she might be pushed too far.
The professor handed her a box of tissues to help clean up as she pulled her clothes back on. Lucy's demeanor transformed from a blissful, raw sex goddess back into the reserved yet curious student she was as she tucked her tee back into place.
"can you send in Sarah on your way out," the professor asked Lucy , "she's next."
Lucy stifled a snicker after glancing at her swollen, wet pussy and replied, "yeah I think I can do that."
Lucy opened the door and walked out of the office, stepping into the dimly lit hallway that lead to the bathroom and a row of chairs where Sarah was sitting, reading a worn out book on psychoanalysis.
Sarah met her eyes and asked, "and?" She raised an eyebrow as she looked at Lucy.
Lucy's nipples were still hard enough to cut glass, and the only response she could muster was a toothy smile.
"I guess you'll just have to see for yourself," she said, her tone husky and dripping with promise.
As Lucy stalked off to the bathroom for a much-needed freshen-up, Sarah's anticipation pulsed through her veins, swirling with the heat of desire.
"Holy shit," Sarah whispered under her breath, her wide eyes following Lucy's every step. The way the young woman moved was unlike anything Sarah had ever seen - Lucy oozed sensuality as she walked away.
Sarah turned to the open office door, swallowing hard as she saw the familiar form of Dr. James Carter seated behind the desk, his eyes locked on her. The courage she'd summoned through sheer force of will crystallized in an instant, shattering like ice under the barbs of his penetrating gaze.
The professor motioned for her to come in the same warmth he'd offered Lucy. Sarah approached the plush armchair, her usual confidence faltering at the prospect of discussing her amorous adventures.
"Take a seat," Carter suggested, watching Sarah with amusement as the tiny heel of her boot clicked rhythmically against the floor as she crossed the threshold.
Her gaze flicked back nervously to him, her heart battering against her ribcage with breathless anticipation. "Thank you."
"Sarah, may I call you Sarah?" James questioned, lounging behind his desk.
"Yes," Sarah replied, her chest fluttering under the weight of his scrutiny. Her gaze darted around the room as if seeking refuge from the simmering tension. Yet the dim iso-lit space only deepened her vulnerability.
"please tell me about your desires" James requested delicately, is eyes gleaming under the soft lights from the corners. Sarah hesitated, her breathing growing heavier as she attempted to collect her thoughts.
"I want to ...
To feel," Sarah trailed off, finally meeting Carter's eyes again.
"To feel what exactly?" he asked, leaning back in his seat, his eyes darkening with curiosity.
"Everything," Sarah whispered, her gaze dropping to her hands which she'd clasped tightly in her lap. She darted her tongue out to moisten her dry lips, her grip on the fabric of her skirt tightening.
"Go on," Carter urged, studying her as his smile widened appreciatively.
"I want...
I want to fully enjoy my sexuality. I want to lose myself in the ecstasy - to scream and shout. To cum and cum and cum - over and again. To feel my body building to eruption, my muscles clenching, and the orgasms so intense that they leave a trail of memory in their wake.”
Sarah's voice deepened, filling with emotion, the expressions on her visage contorting into a raw, primal need swelling within her.
Carter leaned forward, expressions softening visibly as he said, “You've got it all figured out, haven't you young lady?”
“Not entirely,” Sarah admitted sheepishly, her voice growing softer, unable to keep eye contact with Carter, her gaze cast to the floor. A warm smile appeared on Carter's lips as he gently prompted, "have you had multiple orgasms before?"
Sarah raised her eyes to meet Carter's, her expression a conflicted mixture of embarrassment and eagerness.
"Only solo," Sarah murmured softly, the words barely above a whisper. Her gaze dropped to the floor once more, unable to maintain eye contact.
"When I touch myself, it feels so good," she admitted, her breath hitching as she struggled to put her experience into words.
"That's perfectly normal, Sarah," Carter assured her, his voice gentle and understanding.
He leaned back in his chair, studying her carefully, taking in the way she nervously tugged at the hem of her pants.
"why do you think having a greater quantity of orgasms would fulfill your desire?" Carter questioned, crossing his arms over his chest.
"Because ," Sarah said, her voice thick with want, "knowing that I can achieve that ," she gestured to her body with a sweeping motion, "over and over again, would make me feel powerful. I've always wanted to give myself over to the experience completely, to have an endless ," she shook her head, searching for the right words, "scale of pleasure."
"But you can already experience multiple orgasms," Carter countered, his tone gentle but probing as he tapped his fingers against the armrests of his chair. "Will more truly make you feel what you want?"
With the end of Dr. Carter's question, all of the calm swave Sarah disappeared, and what replaced it was a profound meekness as she answered, "no, but I hope in my bones that it would be amazing."
Her chest heaved, and she bit her lips, feeling the heat rising within her.
"would you say that your orgasms are good now?" Carter pressed, his gaze unflinching.
"Yes...,yes of course but...”, Sarah trailed off finding herself tongue-tied at his challenging stare.
Carter leaned forward, his voice full of intensity. "Then why would you seek more? What more do you think it would do for you?"
"I don't know," Sarah admitted, a slight tremble in her voice, tears gathering at the corners of her eyes as every emotion that she had ever forced herself to bury in the deepest part of her psyche, in the darkest corners of her mind, came rushing to the surface, threatening to overwhelm her entire existence.
"do you know what I think, Sarah?" Carter questioned gently, stepping closer to her as he reached out and took her hand in his. The heat of his skin pulsed through her, his touch igniting a fire that threatened to consume her very soul.
"you don't need a greater quantity of orgasms, you need better quality," Carter murmured.
His voice dripped with authority, infusing Sarah with a jolt of electricity that sparked lustfully through her entire being.
"I don't understand what you mean," Sarah replied breathlessly, her eyes dilated and pupils swirling like storms in the depths of her irises.
"you cum, over and over again, but do you really feel anything truly powerful - utterly orgasmic?" Carter probed.
Her cheeks were flushed, her breath coming in erratic gasps as the slickness that coated her thighs gave testament to her desperation for more.
"you chase an high that you may never be able to fully achieve," Carter continued, his voice like black velvet, smooth and irresistible.
"what you need is to let go - to surrender to the feeling."
Sarah's breath hitched at his words, the heat cascading through every nerve ending in her body, her blood coursing through her veins like lava.
"do you want to try?" Carter asked, his voice low and caring.
Every emotion in her body demanded to be felt, as her pussy clenched uncontrollably.
Sarah looked down between her quivering thighs, at the sheen of her own arousal, which glistened under the dim light of the office soaking her yoga pants.
"Yes," Sarah whispered, meeting Carter's gaze, her heart pounding in her tightening chest.
Carter smiled with satisfaction, proud of the progress she'd made.
"Very well," Carter started, "we are going to start simple, we're going to find your moan."
Sarah felt as though her chest was pulsating with anticipation. She swallowed hard, trying to steady her shaky voice as she asked, "what do you mean?"
"I'm going to have you touch yourself," Carter instructed, "and when you feel the rhythm of your climax building, let out a loud, raw moan - let go of your inhibitions, Sarah. Let your body follow its own desires."
Sarah hesitated for a moment, mentally debating the wisdom of following Carter's advice.
In the end, however, her gut told her to trust him, and she nodded in agreement.
"I can do that," she replied, her voice barely a whisper.
"First things first, let's remove any obstacles," he said, "when you masturbate, what is it you typically wear?"
Sarah bit her lip, hesitating for a moment, "I usually only have on a pair of panties."
"if you are comfortable with getting undressed, then you should do as you would do normally when pleasuring yourself," Carter instructed, offering her privacy with a wave of his hand.
Sarah stood up from her chair, and hooked har hands under the hem of her shirt, yanking the soft material over her head until it floated to the floor behind her. Unmoving, she cast a glance back at Carter who had yet to move from his seat.
"Go ahead, Sarah," he urged, a patient smile on his lips as he gestured for her to continue.
Unable to meet his gaze, Sarah slid her thumbs into the waistband of her leggings, easing them down her thighs and allowing them to fall to the floor with a soft rustle.
Her hands reached for the clasp of her red lace bra, her trembling fingers struggling for a moment before the cups fell away.
There she stood, wearing only the matching red panties that accentuated her round curves and trim waist and toned abs.
"Okay, Professor, here I am," Sarah said breathlessly, her heart pounding in her chest as she stood before him in all her vulnerable glory.
Carter nodded, his gaze tracing over her body with reverence, "please, take a seat and relax."
Sarah hesitantly complied, her legs slightly shaking as she sat down. She felt incredibly exposed sitting there with nothing but her red lace panties on.
"Now, masturbate as you normally would" Carter instructed, his voice as deep and sultry as ever.
Sarah hesitated for a moment, before slowly running her fingers along her inner thighs, letting them linger on the silken fabric that barely hid her womanhood. She bit and tugged at her bottom lip, using the mild pain to distract herself.
"that's it," Carter praised, his smile encouraging and warm, "breathe and relax into it".
Obediently, Sarah closed her eyes, taking in a deep breath and held it for a moment, soaking in his words before letting it out in a shuddering sigh.
With a slight smirk on her full, glossy lips, she summoned courage, bringing one hand up to gently tug and roll her nipple between two fingers.
"Ah, fucckkk," Sarah mumbled to herself, her tale whispers turning into a moaning groan as the modesty of her pussy grew wetter with each teasing pinch.
The warmth in the room seemed to multiply, the dull hum of the overhead light flickering above her and the scent of musk began to fill the room, a mixture of her sweat and the sweet, sweaty aroma of her desperation.
"Oh, God," she panted, one hand slipping further between her thighs.
She gently stroked her other quivering hand against her bare abdomen and drifted lower, stopping at her mons. Trailing the back of her hand against the smooth, bare skin of her lower stomach, her breath hitched in her throat as anticipation grew for the touch of her fingers against her blazing mound.
Slowly, she inserted her hand into her lace panties, her wetness coating her fingers the instant they dipped below the fabric.
Suddenly, Sarah startled as Carter's voice broke through her moans.
"do you think you deserve pleasure?" He inquired softly.
Caught up in the moment and the heat of her heavy breathing, Sarah took a long moment before finally responding. "Yes, I do," she replied, her voice thick with pent-up desire - her truth laid bare for this man to see.
"Good," Carter nodded in approval, "Now, say it yourself."
Sarah needed no further convincing.
She sank her teeth into her lower lip, closing her eyes as she obeyed his command.
"I deserve pleasure." she breathed the words out, louder this time, believing in them with all of her swelling, pulsating heart and core.
She slipped two fingers inside her folds, feeling the slickness of her own wetness coating them. Her eager flesh welcomed the intrusion with an urgency she had never before experienced.
"Yes, I do deserve pleasure," Sarah repeated, her heavy-lidded eyes fixed on the spot between her thighs, barely sparing a glance towards Carter as her fingers dipped beneath the barrier of her panties to reach swollen, damp flesh.
"Faster - feel those sensations grow."
Sarah picked up the pace, her fingers rubbing swiftly over her soaking clit, her breath hitching and exhaled moans escaping in a hot torrent from her barely parted lips.
"Fuck," she groaned, her body beginning to sway against her hand, her hips bucking rhythmically and feverishly as every pulse of emotion deep within her had grown like a raging storm, intent on consuming her utterly.
Sarah took her unoccupied hand and cupped one of her ample breasts, squeezing it harshly while tweaking the sensitive buds that lay protruding between her index finger and thumb.
Her eyes clenched shut, her nails biting into her skin, the sweet pain of it dulling her ecstasy. The professor's gaze on her was like a warm blanket, yet she could not meet it. She felt his words resonate deep within her consciousness.
"do you deserve pain?" he asked tenderly, his voice like a soothing balm.
Every word seemed to echo through her fervently writhing body.
Her breaths grew shallow and swift as she answered, "no, I don't."
"Good," he grunted, satisfaction coating every syllable as he gave the order for her to repeat the phrase.
Sarah panted, "I don't deserve pain."
Her vise-like grip on her fragile breasts loosened as she licked her lips hungrily, allowing the ravishing tide of her impending orgasm to emerge in its purest form.
"lick your fingers and play with your nipples," Carter order, his voice radiating with temptation.
"Do it, Sarah, taste how much your body desires this," he rasped, his eyes darkening, urging her to follow his sensual wishes, no matter how devious they seemed to be.
Growing hungrier for her release, Sarah parted her trembling lips and licked her fingers, coating them with her own slippery wetness glistening with her arousal
She drew in a sharp breath of anticipation as she moved the wet fingers to her nipples, rolling and tugging them lightly before increasing the pressure.
The gasp that escaped Sarah's lips as she continued the assault on her sensitized nipples grew louder and more urgent. She was lost in the world of heightened sensory pleasure that surrounded her, her body unraveling as if she was touching a stranger's. Her breasts throbbed and swelled deliciously from her tender caresses.
"I deserve pleasure, I don't deserve pain," she murmured, her speech thickening as a growsling howl of ecstasy escaped her eager lips, her words melding into one erotic melody of primal lust.
Sarah allowed her fingers to dance atop her slick clit, exploring every inch of her divine outer sanctum with eager curiosity, her knuckles tightening within the moisture that had pooled between her thighs.
With one hand thrashing in her panties, and the other eagerly kneading her erect breasts, Sarah's hips began to writhe in distinct, primal motions; thrusting forwards with a wild abandon and arcing back when the exquisite sensations threatened to overwhelm her.
The taste of her own nectar mingled with the essence of her desperation, her warm saliva gently coating her fingers as she drew closer and closer to the precipice.
"I... Deserve... Pleasure," Sarah cried out at last, the words punctuating her orgasm as it thundered like a herd of wild horses through her body. She shuddered from head to toe, electricity sparking from every nerve ending. Her hips bucked harder, and she screamed as her inner walls spasmed around her probing digits. The contractions of intense pleasure pulsed against her questing fingertips, making the orgasm ripple through her even more intensely.
As she rode the wave of ecstasy, her moans took on a primal, animalistic tone, growing louder and more fervent, the more she lost herself in the sensation.
Sarah's eyelids fluttered, straining against the eyelashes that coated them as they stuck to her tear-streaked face. Her senses seemed to chafe at the confines of their receptors, reaching beyond their boundaries with an insatiable hunger.
Sarah let out a long, stretched-out moan that seemed like it would never end as her body violently spasmed. She rode the wave of passion, her breath coming in ragged gasps as her cries filled the quiet office.
As her orgasm subsided, Sarah felt a rising tide of drearyness in the pits of her stomach. She was spent, exhausted - yet she craved more.
James watched her intently, his eyes studying her every twitch and flush.
"Oh, Sarah that was beautiful," he crooned, his voice dripping with satisfaction. "You've discovered your moan, haven't you?"
Sarah reached down, her hand still buried between her legs, feeling herself soaked in wetness that glistened in the muted light.
Her other hand still clung to her heavy breasts, the nipple between her fingers throbbing in rhythm with each pounding beat of her desperate heart.
"Yes ," she whispered, eyes fluttering closed, still soaring through the star-specked heavens of her ecstasy as she struggled to regain her composure.
"Now Sarah ," Carter's tone was commanding, his voice a low rumble that reverberated against the walls of the room.
"I want you to focus on that pleasure - on that feeling of sheer bliss exploding within you, reverberating through your core, and pooling in your soul. that's what orgasms are supposed to feel like."
Sarah's chest heaved as she panted, her hands still wrapped around her breasts, vigorously rolling and kneading the swollen nubs.
"more orgasms won't make up for the pleasure you've been missing, Sarah," James cautioned, his voice soft but deep, his eyes reflecting the intensity of that evening's erotic session.
Sarah's plump lips pursed, as her mind sifted through the powerful tsunami of sensations flooding her.
"I think we're done with today 's session," Carter announced gravely, rising from his chair and walking to the edge of the desk, facing Sarah directly, "too much in one day can be overwhelming. I want you to take some time and absorb what you've experienced."
Sarah blinked, snapping back to the present, the dull roar of her own thoughts still humming in her ears. She whimpered softly at the abrupt realization their session had ended.
"Yes, yes of course," she muttered, her voice hoarse from screaming her release. She stumbled towards the door in a daze, her hand tracing along the wall for support.
Carter waited until Sarah left before padding over to the locked door and sliding the deadbolt into place to ensure privacy.
Once secured, he walked over to the window and drew the heavy drapes closed, casting the office in a warm darkness. With his back towards the window, he casually unzipped his pants, letting them slide down his legs, revealing his erect confidence to the room. He reached behind his back and swiped off his belt, expertly removing it and tossing it onto the leather couch.
He stood tall, his bulky frame casting an intimidating shadow over the room. With a seductive glance over his shoulder, Carter slipped his pants down and stepped out of them, standing proudly exposed, his anxiously awaiting cock casting a menacing, tactile outline against his muscular thighs.
His cock jutted out aggressively from his taut body, the thick veins snaking along its considerable girth twitched persistently, seemingly hungry for attention. The swollen head gleamed with pre-cum, a testament to his arousal.
Carter gripped his rigid shaft firmly, his knuckles white as he began to stroke himself.
The action elicited a soft groan from him, his hips subtly jerking forward to meet each thrust of his hand.
"Fuck me," James muttered, his eyes fluttering closed as he remembered the session that just occurred.
The thought sent a shiver down his spine, causing him to angle his body, gripping his dick even tighter.
His thumb danced around the tip, spreading the bead of precum at the head of his swollen cock.
"Fuck," James growled to himself, biting back a curse.
He always felt this way after helping his students: overcome with a desire that he struggled to satiate - an urge that had been growing stronger with each passing day.
With his one hand barely able to cover his pulsating cock, he approached the sofa - the one place that silently bore witness to countless nights spent savagely indulging his primal instincts. He sat and leaned back, in his mind replaying the session with Lucy, her moans still echoing in his ears. As he lost himself in the memories of her flushed cheeks and the sound of her desperate breathe, he knew he couldn't resist the temptation any longer.
He found himself in the mirror, vigorously working on his dripping cock. The head gleamed from his ample precum as he picked up a steady pace—pumping as if his life depended on it.
His office was dimly lit by a single desk lamp, casting a warm glow across the room. The shadows danced upon the walls behind him, elongating with each vigorous thrust.
With his free hand, he pressed his fingers together prepared to snap them, summoning the power bestowed upon him to aid in the relief that throbbed insistently in his erect cock.
Carter was unsure of what power level he wanted to use. But finally, he decided, "Fuck it"
Snapping his fingers in a swift movement, every drop of cum in his balls seemed to explode in defiance of his will as the blinding white ropes of semen erupted from his slippery shaft. Each pulse seemed to deflate his sensitive tip as the blistering hot load sprayed seemingly endlessly across the room, enveloping the warm air present before him.
The force of his hands against his throbbing cock blasted hot semen with a vengeance
, shooting across the room, splattering against the cold, metallic window frame as a few thick bands of pearly custard coated the leather sofa's headrest, soaking through with a distinctive wet patch in an obscene display.
His cum splattered across the wall, dripping messily through the air like finger paint abandoned in time. His moans grew louder, bordering on crazed, as the release overwhelmed him.
Carter throbbed one final time, emptying himself completely, leaving him weak and breathless.
Collapsing back against the cushioned base of the sofa, James stared blankly at the throbbing mass of cum that stained the window frame. He felt the tension drain from his body as the animalistic surge of pleasure receded and eventually returned to normality.
Yet, amidst the relaxing post-orgasmic calm, another wave of desire surged at the fringes of his consciousness, a longing for more. Carter looked down at his quickly softening shaft and shook his head in determination, as much as he desired to give into his carnal needs and find another release, it was time to practice self-control.
He knew who could give him more, and
how.
It was time for Lucy Thompson.
Lucy Thompson sat in her small, cramped dorm room, her legs crossed and her elbow digging into her armrest as she stared at a blank word processing document on her laptop.
A faint smell of incense and perfume wafted through the air of her room; the walls were covered in posters of bands and movies she loved, and there was a faint buzz of music coming from the next room.
She yawned, resting her head on her arm.