I stretched out on my king size bed, enjoying the last few minutes of sleep before my maid would arrive to prep me for a full day of classes. I thought about the prior afternoon, shuddering as I realized I was still swollen between my legs. I reached under the covers and felt slightly nauseated as I realized that I was wet, presumably from the day before.
I couldn't believe what was happening to me. In just three days, I had become accustomed to frequent orgasms, parading around in next to nothing, and begging for release in front of rooms full of strangers. After cunnilingus class the day before, I had attended a class that required me to watch an hour long porn video while sitting on a vibrator. The professor hooked us up to monitors that measured our orgasms, forcing us to record each one in a log. Afterwards, I had a break and was required to return to my room to bathe away the day's cum. I spent the afternoon in a class that involved learning how to seductively undress and "please" our clients through dance. Even though it was the least sexually stimulating class of all, I could already tell that it would be the most challenging for me.
The door opened, and my maid stuck her head in, "Hello. Good morning," she said, in her soft, Russian accent. "Let's get you into the tub." She hobbled over to the bathroom, and I could hear her begin to draw me a bath. Helga was a much older woman, who walked with a limp and had warts on her neck. Despite her appearance, she was kind and made me feel cared for in this new, confusing place.
Once the bath was ready, I slipped out from under the covers and padded over to the tub. Helga had filled the tub with suds, and the room smelled of lavender. I lowered myself into the bath, all pretense of modesty between Helga and me gone. The warmth of the water soothed my sore muscles and helped calm the intensity between my thighs. I relaxed further as Helga massaged my shoulders with a loofah and slowly soaped down my chest and under my arms. After relaxing for a few minutes, she asked me to stand, and I complied. She soaped between my legs and drained the tub.
"Soon, you need wax," Helga said, tapping between my legs and patting my butt. "I schedule for you."
I blushed and raised my arms as she wrapped a giant towel around my chest. I enjoyed the warmth of the soft cotton for a few minutes before I was asked to disrobe again and head to the shower. There, Helga directed me to face the wall and lean over while grabbing my ass cheeks in each hand. As much as I hated this part of my morning routine, I knew that there was no use fighting it. I leaned over and spread my ass cheeks as far as I could. Helga rimmed my back entrance with her index finger, spreading lube around. She inserted one finger and pushed it slowly in and out. I instinctively flinched.
"Relax," Helga said, pushing the lube in and out of my tight, little hole. "I will put the tube up now."
I took a deep breath and let it out as Helga inserted a tube, about the size of her finger, into my hole. The cold liquid began to fill me until I could hardly stand it anymore.
"You will hold for one minute today," Helga said, setting a timer. "We will increase the time each day to get you extra clean."
I breathed deeply, trying to think of anything besides the fullness in my rectum. My stomach began to cramp as the liquid filled me, and I began to whimper quietly as the clock ticked down. Finally, I heard the quiet alarm sounding, and Helga stepped out of the shower as I released the liquid from my bowels. The daily enema was something I was not sure I would ever get used to, and I wondered when anal play would actually begin so that it would be useful.
After rinsing my legs off, I stepped out of the shower and dried off. Helga directed me to the bed, and I laid down. She took a syringe out of her bag and gave me my daily dose of hormones, directly to my clit. She then gave me a cup with two pills (more hormones) and a glass of water.
"Once you get dressed, you will be ready for the day," Helga said. "See you tomorrow."
I put on my white lingerie and left for the cafeteria. Today I was responsible for getting myself to and from classes, and I missed the comfort of having Jasmine by my side as I walked outside and across the brick walk to the cafeteria. Although I had met some of the other girls through classes, I wasn't sure I would ever get used to walking around nearly naked.
After breakfast, I made my way to my first class. While some classes met more than once per week, I had "Deep Throat" on my schedule rather than "Cunnilingus" today. I entered the classroom, noticing that it was set up differently than the classes I had attended yesterday. Rather than tables and chairs, the classroom was less formal and consisted of furniture that looked as if it belonged in a living room rather than a classroom. There were several men, wearing robes, seated around the room.
As I entered the room, with several other girls milling around the doorway, a professor stated, "Girls, take a place on the floor in front of a male of your choosing. You should be on your knees."
I blushed, wondering how I would choose who to kneel by. I did not want to seem overly eager although this was a class that I felt much more comfortable with than the others. As I was surveying the room, a dark haired gentleman with dark blue eyes caught my attention. He had a broad chest and long legs. I suspected that he might have too much between his legs to make this class easy, but I walked towards him anyway. As I approached him, he smiled and said, "Hi, I'm Mark."
I blushed, looking down at the floor and replied, "I'm Layla."
"It's nice to meet you, Layla," he said, laughing a little bit to himself. "I promise to be a nice partner."
I took my place on the floor, and turned my torso to look up at the front of the classroom. The professor was leaning against his desk, and a beautiful brunette was taking her place on the floor in front of him. I noticed that her face was displayed on the white screen in the center of the room.
"I'm Professor Harvey," he stated. "But you can call me 'Prof.' Today we'll be learning about how to give a good blow job, and I have Starr here to help demonstrate." As he introduced himself, Prof undid his robe and pushed Starr's head towards his huge cock. It was already erect, and she quickly began swirling her tongue around the head. Prof closed his eyes and took a deep breath before continuing, "Girls, take note of her technique. You want to start by making sure your partner is fully erect before attempting to take him further into your mouth."
Starr continued to lick the tip of his hard dick, and I was amazed to see it swell further. She began to lick it up and down, like an ice cream cone, and Prof threw his head back as he relaxed further.
"Let's have you start by making sure your partners are fully aroused," he said, panting as Starr began bobbing her head up and down on his length.
I turned back towards Mark and noticed that he had untied his robe. He sat forward slightly on the wing back chair he sat in, and I noticed that he was already starting to get hard. I looked up at him as I tongued the tip of his dick lightly. I felt his arousal grow as I circled his cock with one fist while making figure eights with my tongue around the head of his growing penis. I felt him suck in his breath, relaxing as I slowly licked up and down his length.
"No hands, ladies," Prof said, breathing heavily as Starr continued her assault on his member. "As you...God...take more of your partner...into your mouth, take your hands off his dick."
I let go of Mark's engorged cock and began taking more of him into my mouth. I bobbed up and down, swirling my tongue as I slowly took in the first half of his cock. I felt him lean back into the chair, and he ran his fingers through my hair. I appreciated his enthusiasm and took more of him into my mouth. I felt the head of his dick push into the back of my throat, and I pulled back, allowing myself to take a breath before plunging back down his length.
As I worked, swirling his length with my tongue while taking more and more of him into my throat, Mark began to pull at my hair. I felt him press lightly on the back of my head as I increased my speed on his member. He pumped into me, breathing heavily and moaning. I heard other men moaning around me, and I wondered whether I should let him cum or hold off.
"Stop!" I heard Prof say, and I quickly pulled my mouth off of Mark and looked up at the front of the room. Mark groaned, attempting to push my head back towards his cock.
"Begin to pump your partner's dick with your hand while you look up here," Prof said, breathing heavily as Starr pumped his cock with her fist. "Rather than allowing your partner to cum right away, slow down your pace and try to take him even further into the back of your throat. When he says he needs to cum, allow him to use your mouthe as a fuck hole. He will control you, and you will let it happen."
I continued looking up at the front of the room, watching as Starr began sucking Prof's dick again. This time, rather than bobbing up and down, she lowered her head as far down his shaft as she could and paused. She held her lips, pressed up against his balls, as long as she could before coming up for air. I watched her do it one more time before I heard Mark begging.
"Suck my dick," he said, "please." I turned towards him and wrapped my lips around his cock. I slowly pushed myself down his length until I felt him in the back of my throat. I quickly rose back up and took a breath before plunging down again and willing myself to go further. I breathed through my nose and tried not to gag, pushing my lips towards his balls.
