Professor’s Experiments 3: Carol’s Experiments
Part 5
Nisha needed to get fucked with real cock.
Mistress Debbie had pounded her and Brenda for hours with the strap on. It had gone on and one. It had filled her holes. Filled her brain. There had been something in her empty brain about something wrong with Carol? About how Carol’s class was dangerous and she shouldn’t go to Carol’s class? It was distant now. Fucked out. By Mistress pounding her so good. By the overwhelming feeling of having served her purpose. She was a worthless slut brain empty soul empty till it was filled with cock. She shivered as she ed Debbie in her ass while Brenda fisted her. So full. So right. So full.
She had known how much she needed to be filled but she hadn’t known. Just as she’d known she needed cock but not how much. How good. Needed.
Carol had explained. In class she had been impressed when Nisha and Brenda had told her about Debbie fucking and fucking and fucking and fucking them. Carol had said Debbie could be their Mistress. Mistress of their fucking holes. Could fill them like they needed. They could obey her and she would be the bitch goddess humiliating them and fucking them and reminding them they were holes that needed to be filled. Mistress had spanked them hard in front of the class to show them who they were and then pounded them as they dripped. Everyone had been envious.
But Carol had also told them they needed to do more.
All that relentless fucking had taught her. Mistress’ dildo was perfect in her holes. But she needed needed needed needed actual dick everywhere. Suck it. Ride it. Now needed it now.
She looked in the mirror. Smoky eyes, red red lips. The gold backless dress both clung to her and looked like it was about to fall off. The neckline scooped down low enough that you could see her aureoles and without a bra her engorged nipples were more than an outline. The slit in the dress was up to her hip; easy access for someone.
Or she hoped lots of someones
“You’re a worthless mindless fuckhold cocksheathe going to get filled with cum” she said to the mirror. “Fuck you. Fuck you. Fuck you. Worthless whore. Worthless whore. Worthless whore.” She was chanting. Her finger had slipped through the slit. She wasn’t wearing panties of course. Slipped inside. “Worthless!” her finger slid in. “Whore!” her finger slid out, teasing her lips. “Worthless!...uh!...whore!...oh...Worthless!“
She wasn’t sure how long she stood there chanting, slicking up her needy hole so she’d be all wet and ready when she got to the club for someone to slide his hard cock in. Or lots of someones. Cock. Cock. Cock. Slick and ready.
She was so focused on her fingers fucking herself and on the cocks that she didn’t hear the door
“Nisha!” Siobhan said. Her face in the mirror was almost comically scandalized. She looked so funny Nisha couldn’t help but giggle as she pushed her finger in one more time. She shivered and made a little noise. Then she turned and licked her sticky hand.
Siobhan looked like she was going to have a stroke. She was a compact, pleasant-looking girl with short blond hair and severe glasses. She wasn’t a stunning beauty like Brenda or Mistress Debbie or the other girls in feminist psychology. Or Carol. But Nisha had always thought she was cute. She had checked out her curvy ass a couple times. But surreptitiously. Siobhan was very straight.
But all those straight, gay, lesbian, cock-obsessed distinctions seemed to matter less now.
“Hi, honey. You’re home!” Nisha giggled again.
“Jesus, Nisha...are you on drugs?” Siobhan sounded really concerned, as well as horrified. “What are you...where did you get that dress? What are you...Dave said you’d been weird and I thought he was imagining things but...”
“Oh. Daaave,” Nisha said. She ed rubbing against his cock. Why hadn’t she just fucked him? Would he really have resisted if she’d just gotten his zipper down and deep throated him? He’d been very hard. She was a worthless whore (her finger twitched and her needy cunt hole throbbed) for not having fucked him right there while she had a chance.
“Daaave?” Siobhan echoed her, in a weirdly monotone imitation of sensuality. “So...so you did...he said...” Her face was oddly blank, like she couldn’t choose between anger, betrayal, or horror. “Nisha, what is going on? You don’t even...you’re gay! You don’t like guys! I’m...Nisha what is wrong with you!”
Nisha smiled, lazily. “Nothing’s wrong. I’m just a worth...” she stopped, suddenly confused. There had been something...Carol had said not to let people know how she’d changed, right?
Had she changed? She was a worthless whore wasn’t she? Had she always been a worthless hole for cock?
She ed...she ed being confused like this before. Brenda had confused her. Brenda had said they weren’t worthless holes. She’d said they needed to not go to class. That they needed to not fuck and fuck and fuck. Until Mistress Debbie had set them right with her giant cock.
So good.
Without thinking about it, Nisha went over to her school bag. Siobhan was talking at her. She wanted Nisha to go to the school counselor. She was talking about calling campus security about drugs? It was all distant, but also somehow made her more focused on what she was doing. Campus security could not be involved. She had to make Siobhan understand that. She rummaged in the bag. There was a black bottle that wasn’t hers. It wasn’t hers and it was for emergencies. She didn’t know what it was for. She twisted off the top. She held it under her nose and took a deep breath.
Hint of leather, of spices. It smelled like feminist psychology. Like Carol. That delicious, relaxing, sexy scent of obedience. And sex. And obedience. And sex.
“I’m a hole,” she sighed. “I’m a worthless whore. I exist to fuck. Fill my holes.”
She felt her brain emptying out. Doubts drifting away. The scent filled her brain. Filled her holes. Like Carol was fucking her brain.
“Relax,” she said. “You’re a horny little hole.”
“What?” Siobhan said. She was in Nisha’s face now, close enough to kiss. Close enough to smell the delicious scent of...
“It’s okay,” Nisha said. “Just...breathe in. Relax. Everything’s fine. You can trust me, Siobhan. You trust me, right?”
Siobhan breathed in, deeply. “I...I do trust you. I just...Dave...what was I...what are you doing...?” She breathed in again. Nisha watched her chest. She had nice, full tits. Not like Brenda’s stunning, impossible, beautiful rack. Siobhan probably couldn’t actually fuck her with her nipple until Nisha felt it all the way up in her cunny, the way Brenda had.
But still. The tits were nice.
Siobhan breathed for a while. Nisha watched her. And breathed in.
Eventually, somehow, she knew that Siobhan was ready to listen. Really listen. Her roommate was swaying a little, her lips parted. Breasts inhaling and exhaling deeply.
“You’re ready to listen, aren’t you Siobhan? Ready for me to explain everything?” Nisha waved the bottle under her nose.
Siobhan swayed a little. Her eyes were unfocused. “Yes...did you...did you drug me?”
“Shhh,” Nisha said. “Everything’s okay. You’re just very relaxed. Very relaxed with your best friend, Nisha. Who you trust so much. You believe everything I say. You know I won’t hurt you. You know I want what’s best for you. You know I know better than you what’s best for you.”
“Know...better?” Siobhan said. There was one wrinkle in her forehead, as if she was trying to be worried, but couldn’t quite manage it.”
“Uh-huh,” Nisha said. “I know better. I know sexy co-eds like us are empty holes. Empty holes. Empty. You feel it right? You’re worthless. You don’t matter. There’s an ache inside you. All you are is ache.”
“Not...not...I’m...worthless?” Siobhan said. “Empty...help?”
She looked so cute and helpless. Nisha licked her lips. “That’s right. I’m going to help by telling you what you need. And what you need is your holes filled. That’s the only way you’ll feel fulfilled. Forget studying. Forget all that silly chemistry. The only chemistry you care about is the chemistry of getting your holes stuffed! Like this!” She leaned in and forced her tongue into Siobhan’s mouth. The other girl mumbled indistinctly, her hands moving in vague protest. That died down though as Nisha began to finger her tits with her free hand.
Eventually they came up for air. Siobhan was breathing hard. There was a line of drool trailing down her chin. “Don’t...what?” she said. “I don’t like...not lesbian? What’s...”
Nisha giggled. “It’s okay, silly. Girls are fun. They can fill your holes. Like my tongue in your mouth. Or my finger in your cunt, baby, right? Think about how good that would feel!” she rubbed a fingernail against Siobhan’s crotch to emphasize her point. The other girl gasped. “But!” Nisha went on, still rubbing, “that doesn’t mean you’re a lesbian. Because you need cock, right? We both need cock. Cock. Cock.” Her hand was more insistent. She could feel Siobhan’s heat through her shorts. The smell of the incense was very heavy. “Cock,” she said, fumbling at Siobhan’s waistband. It was tricky with her one hand on the bottle, but she was determined.
“Cock,” Siobhan said. “I...Dave. Have to fuck...wait. Wait.” She grabbed Nisha’s hand before Nisha could get into her damp snatch. Nisha whined in soft protest. Siobhan shook her head. She stepped away from Nisha.
“I’m...I’m not a lesbian. I’m not an empty hole for cock. I’m dating Dave. Can’t fuck you. Need his cock. Need to get...”
She trailed off. Nisha had closed the gap between them again. She raised the bottle to Siobhan’s nose. “Breathe,” she said. “Relax. Fill yourself up. Think about how hot I am and how much you want me to fuck all your holes.”
Siobhan’s head moved in a weird back and forth motion, like she was trying to get away and follow instructions at the same time. Eventually her breathing evened out again. She got a dreamy, drugged smile on her face as Nisha attacked her waistband again. She was very, very wet; there was no resistance as Nisha got her fingers in.
“So...hot...,” Siobhan said. “Fuck my hole. Fuck my hoooole!” Her cunt contracted around Nisha’s fingers, her back arched. She collapsed to the ground, pulling Nisha with her. The liquid in the bottle splashed. The smell was everywhere, mixing with the scent of Siobhan.
They were tangled on the floor. Siobhan was sucking her own juices off of Nisha’s fingers, begging her to fuck her holes. Nisha was whispering things in her ear. Siobhan came again. A couple of times. She got her own hands under Nisha’s amazing dress. Slick. So hot.
And then after a while they were on the bed. And she was on the phone. To Dave. Who had a cock. Which she needed.
“I’m really in the mood,” Siobhan told him. Which was certainly true with Nisha’s tongue all the way up in her cunt. She gasped. Hopefully Dave would find that sexy, rather than offputting. They didn’t do a lot of phone sex. Why hadn’t they done a lot of phone sex? She needed to be more focused on getting him off. His cock off. Fucking it with all her holes. Nisha did something truly evil with her mouth. “Fuck!” Siobhan said.
“What?” Dave said. He sounded very confused. “Look, I’ve got a lot of work...I don’t think tonight’s going to...”
“No!” Siobhan said. She felt needy and horny and desperate even though Nisha was literally fucking her brains out that very second. “I need...I’ve got a...I think I’m...”
Nisha grabbed the phone from her. “Hi Dave,” she said. “It’s Nisha. I loved feeling your cock sooo much that I got all turned on and am eating Siobhan out right now. I’ve got her cunt juice all over my chin. Come over right now and you can fuck both of us. Otherwise we’re going out to find someone else in a club with a cock and we’ll fuck them. You’ve got twenty minutes.“
“Nisha?!” Dave said. His voice had jumped an octave. “Is this some kind of joke? What’s...let me talk to Siobhan.”
Nisha giggled. “Twenty minutes,” she said. “We need to be fucked now!”
Nisha hung up. Siobhan was looking at her with a confused, hopeful expression. She was squeezing her naked right tit; the nipple was incredibly long and hard. Nisha looked at it appraisingly. Maybe she could get it up in her cunt after all.
“You’re...you’re going to fuck my boyfriend,” she said. “My boyfriend’s cock in your holes. Oh god. So hot. So...” she trailed off. “Do you think he’ll get here in time?” she said, all uncertainty and need and hope.
Nisha smiled. “Sure,” she said. “And if he doesn’t, I’ll take care of you. We’re going to get someone’s hard cock in us tonight. We’re going to fill up all your holes.”
“Holes,” Siobhan said. She trusted Nisha. Nisha would take care of her.