Claire Lin stepped back into the carpeted office to let her next charge enter. The college student—young, skinny Asian with a thick mop of hair and wearing a tartan miniskirt, black leggings and tight sweater—walked into the office looking around as if she expected to see something. Claire peeked out of the office door into the hallway of the community college and watched the young muscular black man walk away, admiring his body, the echoes of the orgasm he gave her still reverberating...
She breathed in and bit her lip as she thought about his massive thick cock and how it felt as it penetrated her poor abused anus. 'Oh god,' she whispered, her sphincter throbbing, her pussy dripping, as she glanced around to see if anyone might have heard the sounds of their lovemaking. She turned back to her office only to find the mousy girl staring at her. She straightened up with a start and motioned for the girl to sit at the table in the corner of the office—the table where she had just ridden that cock!- before noticing a thick smear of girl cum shining on the linoleum surface.
'Let's sit at the desk,' she said, cutting the girl off and directing her to the chair before her cluttered desk.
Lightheaded, she walked around the desk and sat down carefully; intensely conscious that she wasn't wearing panties beneath her short tight denim skirt and that cum might actually leak out of her battered rectum.
She looked at the girl before her and tried to smile, despite the young Asian college girl's suspicious stare. 'So, what can I do for you today, uh...'
'Eileen. Eileen Chen. We've met a few times you know.'
'Of course. What is it this time, Eileen? Still having problems adjusting to college life?'
'What's that smell?'
Claire's eyes narrowed. 'What smell?'
The girl looked around the room. 'It smells weird in here.'
Claire sat back carefully in her seat. 'Oh really?' Her hands went to her skirt hem and nervously tugged it lower across her creamy thighs. "Like what?'
'Like sex.'
Blood rushed to her face. 'I don't know what you're talking about. I don't smell anything.'
The student continued her icy staring. 'Who was that guy?'
'What guy?' she shrugged.
'That guy that just left. He's one of the football players, right?'
'Umm... I'm not sure. We didn't discuss sports.'
'Really? What did you discuss? Cock?'
Claire's eyes widened in surprise. 'Excuse me? I'm not sure I like the tone of your voice, young lady.'
The college girl crossed her arms and her legs on the chair. 'Well, I'm not sure I like you having sex with your students—'
The air seemed to disappear from her lungs and for a moment Claire was speechless. 'They're not my students—I'm a counselor, not a professor here.'
'Whatever. Did you just fuck that student?'
She bolted upright in her chair, the smooth leather beneath her ass slick with pussy juice. 'What? Of course not! How dare you ask me such a question?' She stared defiantly at the student, swallowed nervously and finally dropped her gaze.
'You did- I can see it!' the girl pointed at her accusingly. 'God, I can't believe this! You're just another—another Asian slut! How could you? You're the school counselor and you're fucking the students!'
Regaining her breath, she then tried to regain her composure. 'Are you accusing me...?'
'Yes! You're just another Asian slut—how could you act so stereotypically? Isn't it bad enough with how the media portrays us but you have to go out and confirm everything they say?' Tears sprang to the young woman's eyes and her face changed from rage to despair.
Claire's heart was racing and she wiped sweat off her hands on her denim skirt and cleared her throat. 'First off, no, I didn't just have sex with one of the students, and I really don't appreciate being called a slut. Second,' she paused and smiled slightly. 'Why are we talking about me when this session is about you?'
The girl's face fell and she started to cry. 'It's not just about me- it's about all of us! All of us Asian girls. Everyone thinks we're these oversexed sluts and then I come here for help and I find you're doing exactly what they say we're all doing! How could you?'
'Now, come on Ellen—'
'Eileen!'
'Eileen- sorry—come on now. Let's just calm down. I don't know what you think happened—'
Wiping her eyes with her sleeve, the girl stood up with a start, the steel and cushioned chair clattering to floor behind her. 'Forget it! I'm leaving.'
