Heather woke slowly next to the naked man whose passions she had so tenderly soothed twice the night before. He twitched restlessly, muttering unintelligibly in his sleep. She thought it sounded a bit like 'Mona Lisa' or 'Katrina'.
She stealthily lifted the sheets covering his waist and saw his full erection, fervent again despite the best efforts of her pussy to drain its ardor overnight. She guessed Ned was dreaming of Catalina, the buxom co-ed who had been the man-baiting star of the show at last evening's gathering of Pledge Contributors. Heather's inculcated poise instincts deemed it a sin to forsake a hard cock.
She eased down and gently sucked the knob past her lips and cradled it in her mouth. She took up a gentle suction, rubbing her tongue on the underside. A mild slurping brought the shaft further in and she played lovingly with her yummy mouthful.
Ned's mind emerged from his vanishing dreams of Catalina to feel a wet warm stimulation at his groin. His visions of Catalina, galloping a wild cowgirl on his naked body, faded as his eyes opened to the sunglow of another day. He looked down and saw the redhead leaning over his groin, slurping his cock.
He thought hard and at length remembered her name was Heather. He had selected her as his bedmate for the concluding night of this year's TWA Special Education seminar. Despite Heather's best efforts and the series of satisfying ejaculations that he had deposited inside her, his ebbing dreams obsessed on Catalina, the Mexican maiden that had attracted so much attention during last night's Pledge Contributor soiree.
As part of the sorting and selection process for new transfer students, they held evening soirees for the candidates, a chance for the young ladies to mix with and entice potential sponsoring Pledge Contributors. To avoid an over-subscription for Catalina and allow the other candidates a chance, Ned had promised the attending elite alpha males that he would bring Catalina into the TWA fold.
Ned was smitten by her curvaceous beauty and wanted to explore her charms and feel his cock caressed by her feminine flesh. He could have simply turned the matter over to Total Woman Academy Security and let them recruit and vet her in the traditional manner. But then he would have to wait until she was enrolled and, even then, divide up the burdens and delights of her poise training. No. He wanted it now, wanted to make it happen as soon and as often as possible before she slipped away from him into the TWA campus culture and curriculum.
He had a plan to gradually maneuver Catalina into the TWA universe. Well, not yet a plan; more of a goal and a path. A plan would require details and steps that he hadn't worked out yet. He would need help.
His mind settled back to the present as Heather's oral efforts were getting successful. He levered back his head, closed his eyes, imagined the buxom Mexican maid riding his cock in naked cowgirl pose and cried out an elongated 'Cat-a-li-na' as he ejaculated his spunk into Heather's mouth. His real bedmate suckled him gently as he deflated, a hard final vacuum to draw out any latent sperm from the softened appendage.
She smacked her lips and crawled up to nuzzle his face, leaving a cum stained smooch mark on his cheek. He accepted her frisky affections but then playfully pushed the naked young lady out of his bed.
"Time to get ready. You're leaving with the others this morning. Hurry up and get packed; don't be late."
Heather grudgingly gathered her floor strewn garments and headed back to her dorm room to pack for her departure. She would return today to her regular TWA campus and the continuation of her senior semesters. Ned would say his final farewells to her and her fellow seminar attendees at the front entrance.
The elevator dinged its arrival and the smartly dressed co-eds filed out through the lobby to the farewell queue. The limousines waited in line outside, their trunks loaded with the luggage. The newly tuned-up students each gave Ned a final kiss farewell, thanking him profusely for the special poise tune ups and his time and attention these past few months, fewer than they would have wished, and vowed never to forget him.
Ned was sure they wouldn't. The Coach Tutor Emeritus had scheduled himself for a senior tour of the dispersed campuses and would certainly participate in these ladies' Evaluation Assessments as well as any additional tune-ups they may require during their impending final semesters. He was already dreaming of getting another dose of their charms while they confirmed their perfect poise skills that they needed prior to senior graduation.
Heather was almost last in line. She moved in for a hug. Ned's hand fell to her ass and tunneled under the loose skirt. He squeezed another handful of bare butt cheek; one last ass grab for the road. She scooted up on tiptoes and added a chaste bijou kiss of farewell. Those were the same lips that had suckled his cock to satisfaction only a short time ago.
"Will you remember me?" she asked petulantly.
"Of course, my dear" lied Ned.
Because the reality was that so many beauties such as Heather had passed through his arms, shared his bed, and entertained his cock that it was hard to keep track.
Candy was last in line and the blonde lingered with him, wanting to squeeze out any extra moments she could in the great man's presence. Ned had an inspiration and grabbed her hand when she finally turned to go.
"Stay behind a bit. I have a use for you."
Her face lit up with elation and she stood by his side while they waved last goodbyes and air blown kisses at the line of departing limousines chocked full of bodacious TWA Co-eds. Ned led Candy back inside and up to his penthouse suite where his bags had been packed by staff and waited for their own special transport to his next assignment.
He pushed Candy to his master bedroom, stripped away her travel clothes and relieved the last bits of his lingering libido in her missionary prone naked body.
During the subsequent pillow talk, Ned laid out his scheme to entice Catalina into earning a TWA scholarship. He took Candy into his plot and they brainstormed some details. He would enroll Candy in additional 'puff' courses at the local college and she would retain her room in this same dormitory building, even though it would soon revert to traditional off-campus student dorms. He had bribed the campus housing director to retain the building exclusively during the just finished Special Education seminar. Now he would extort the payoff's potential exposure to get Catalina assigned as Candy's roommate for her next semester at the college.
Catalina was not happy with the campus housing director's decision that she must relocate this coming semester to relieve the overcrowding in her existing dormitory. She held few cards with which to protest, being from a poorer family and on a subsidized housing program. She had formed friendships with her dorm mates and was sad to leave them. However, her mood brightened when she learned she would share your next accommodations with Candy, her newest friend and confident.
Hadn't Candy sponsored and chaperoned her at the elegant soiree with its cornucopia of attractive gentlemen whose attentions she had reveled in, even if some of their decorum had edged into the risqué?
The new roommates quickly became closer friends, gossiping and giggling long into the nights. Catalina even asked Candy to call her 'Kitti'.
"My mother called me 'Kitten' when I was little, a play on the 'Cat' in Catalina. But Daddy took to calling me 'Kitti', an even fonder term."
At the start of the semester, Ned effectively started dating Candy, taking her to off campus events, pressing on her gifts and gratuities which accumulated in the dorm room, perking Kitti's interest in learning more about Candy's circle of prosperous acquaintances and their generous lifestyle.
Ned regularly accompanied Candy to her dorm room after their dates, spending the late evenings having sex. The roommates established a signal system that told Kitti to stay away for a while when Ned was in the room fucking her blonde roommate. The red door sign was message enough but Kitti often lingered in the hallway outside, listening to the spirited groans and moans that escaped from within.
Soon after, a communication slip caught Kitti by surprise when she entered the unmarked door and witnessed the energetic couple at their mind bending orgasmic moment. She hastily snuck under her bed covers, cowering silently as her roommate and her alpha male companion senses returned. Seemingly unaware of her presence, they cuddled, rested, refracted and continued several more times through the night. Kitti was at first embarrassed to be eavesdropping but as the rambunctious fervor persisted, she became aware that Candy was obviously enjoying the non-stop fucking. Kitti's thoughts roved from embarrassment to curiosity to envy over the sensual exploitation afforded to Candy.
In the morning, there was the awkward discovery of the clandestine audience and Ned made a very brusque exit, angrily blaming Candy for the miscue and private spectacle.
Candy looked dispirited and Kitti profusely apologized but Candy calmed her distress with kind words. Candy took responsibility for the goof, the signal forgotten in her fervor to get her pussy drilled by the cock dexterous alpha male. She and Kitti discussed the incident, and though wary, Kitti was indeed curious and wanted Candy to help her cultivate a similar relationship with a man like Ned, maybe one of the wealthy elegant gentlemen from the soiree.
Candy agreed to check it out, outwardly doubtful but inwardly excited that Kitti had taken the bait. It was the moment for Candy to set the hook.
