Morning Service 2

It was the sound of paper and a gentle swaying of the bed that woke me up. I opened my eyes and saw Prof Laufer leafing through a university report. That was the sound of paper. The gentle swaying was Cathy's head going up and down over his cock.

I was on the left side of the large king-size bed in a hotel in Birmingham, where Prof Laufer was attending a conference. And, as usual, he had brought one or two of his students along to taste the atmosphere of an academic conference. That was of course the idea.

Reality was, that he had brought both me and Cathy, a student one year ahead, along not to taste academia, but something entirely different. That was happening right now in front of my eyes.

Prof Laufer noticed me opening my eyes. A quick movement of his head indicated what he wanted me to do: join Cathy sucking his cock.

It was not the first double headed blowjob I would be giving him. I knew his rules, most importantly: no hands. He liked tongue and lips only. And he liked it with multiple girls at once.

Cathy was just working his shaft, gently licking it up and down. She was of course fully naked, her breast swaying along as she licked. Occasionally her tongue would flip over the top of his penis before making its way down to his balls again. Cath licked up and down and Prof Laufer flicked through his paper.

I edged closer to them and my tongue made contact with the top of his penis. I circled it a few times. Then I took it in, still rotating my tongue around its head. I took it in a bit deeper, then up again. Main rule: no hands. Meanwhile, further down, Cathy was licking his balls.

For us girls in his study group it was a strictly no hair policy. He expected us to be cleanly shaven at all times. "My little nymphs", he used to call us, when he was in a good mood. But his own rules did not apply to him. He still favoured the all hairy look.

Cathy licked his shaft upwards and our tongues met, french kissing with his helmet between our tongues. We both went down his shaft, one girl on each side, then up again, our tongues entwining when we reached the top.

Then Cathy took possession of his helmet while I went down his shaft to his balls. I licked them gently, twirling my tongue around one and then the other before gently lifting his scrotum up and licking it from behind.

Between us girls it was a silent competition. We all wanted to please him so he would reward us with better grades, invitations to conferences or arrangements for internships. But as favours were often withdrawn without notice. That made us forever obedient to him.

I knew how much Prof Laufer liked a good piece of ass, so when I sucked his cock I always made sure that my backside was in full view for him. Sometimes he would take his hand and gently touch my ass, sometimes he would ease a finger into one of the holes or even pull my whole back over for some 69. But today there was nothing of it even though I tried to spread my cheeks as wide a possible. The more he rejected me, the more I tried to please. At this point he could have asked me anything, but he didn't.

My tongue edged further down from the back of his scrotum and began moving up again as I edged closer to his anus. I knew he liked a girl's tongue entering his hole, but this time he made no effort of spreading his cheeks to invite me in. I felt rejected. I was not even good enough to lick his ass.

Prof Laufer came to the end of his report, flicked over the last page, and placed the paper on the bed. He watched both of us licking his penis and scrotum like someone else would watch television, somewhat bored and distracted.

He was a man with superb control. He could hold out for seemingly ages like the first time when he fucked me up my ass. But if he wanted, he could equally ejaculate when he felt like it. He considered his ejaculations a reward, something almost sacred. He abhorred "wasting" them as he called it.

So I was on alert when my hand on his thigh suddenly felt a slight tightening of his muscles. My tongue on his scrotum felt three, four short contractions as - with great control - he ejaculated into Cathy's mouth. Cathy knew his cum was not to be wasted. She did not recoil, but closed her mouth around his shaft as his contractions softened.

I pang of jealousy filled me. Shooting into her mouth was his sign of approval. This morning Cathy was his favourite. She had won and I had lost. I was angry with myself. Next time I would please him better, I promised myself.

Prof Laufer watched Cathy as she lifted her head from his cock. She half opened her mouth, enough to show the cum inside, but not enough for it to run out. She made eye contact with me with a sparkle of victory. Then she showed her tongue full of cum, inviting me to join the feast.

I reciprocated, sticking out my tongue to receive his cum from her. Our tongues met, twirled around each other, while Cathy pushed his cum onto my tongue. Cum now dripped from both our tongues and chins. Spit and cum mixed as our tongues and lips met and played for a while.

Then, in unison, we stuck out our tongues to show him his cum. Then we swallowed. I licked the remaining cum off her chin, showed and swallowed, again. Then she licked the cum off my chin, showed and swallowed.

We opened our mouths again to show: master, all gone. Nothing was wasted.

Prof Laufer seemed pleased. He reached down, took his limp cock in his hand, squeezed the last few drops of cum out and gestured to me to lick it up. I licked him clean to the last drop. A consolation prize.

Businesslike, as if nothing had happened, Prof Laufer got up. He grabbed his chinos and without shower, even without even wiping off, put on his trousers without any underwear.

He had washed his penis in our mouths. That was good enough for him.