Professor’s Experiments 3: Carol’s Experiments
Part 6
“Why am I in this class?” Siobhan asked. She was standing in Feminist Psychology looking around with a vague, confused expression on her face. “I don’t take this class? I’m...Nisha, what am I doing here? I’ve got a chem lab now...”
Nisha giggled. “Shut up you dumb whore,” she said sweetly, and gave Siobhan’s ass a firm swat. Siobhan gasped. “Just sit down on that hot butt and wait for Carole to tell you why you’re here. Carol will fill your holes!“
“Help,” Siobhan said. She was panting. Nisha swatted that ass again, harder. Siobhan wriggled. Mistress Debbie, sitting next to Nisha, made a noise like a purr. Other girls were looking with some intensity. Siobhan finally sat, her head rolling loosely on her neck, her breathing ragged.
Mistress leaned over Nisha, close. Nisha watched her lips, her tongue as she whispered, just about in Siobhan’s ear. “Whose slut are you, honey?”
Siobhan looked like a rabbit being stalked by a very dangerous predator. Nisha giggled again. “She’s my roommate, Mistress. She was asking questions about Feminist Psychology so I decided to brainfuck her and bring her to Feminist Psychology!” Unable to resist, she kissed Debbie on the cheek. Then on the lips. Their tongues played delightfully. She could feel Debbie’s heat through her jeans because she’d slipped her hand down to Mistress’ crotch. Siobhan sounded like she was just about hyperventilating.
They came up for air too soon. “Also I’ve just been fucking her. As well as brain fucking her,” Nisha clarified, a little breathlessly. “In her holes. Fucking her holes.”
“Holes,” Siobhan echoed.
“Holes,” Debbie said in a hiss. “I have just the thing in my purse you little whores to fill up your holes and show you just who’s your mistress you hot little cunts...” She was fumbling with her jeans. Nisha licked her lips. Mistress loved her strap-on. Nisha loved mistress’ strap-on for that matter.
“Girls!” Carol clapped at the front of the class, like she was calling dogs. Nisha and Debbie looked up guiltily. So did most of the others. Brenda’s tits, Nisha noticed, were gloriously out, the nipples...oh.
Carol clapped again. Her eyes were on Brenda’s tits too, “I love that you’re so eager, girls, but as we talked about we have a guest for class today we want to surprise, and you need to hide your true whore nature for just a little okay? Moira, help Brenda get those beauties back into her top...and pull down your skirt dear. Laura, that mini is definitely not in line with the dress code I gave you for today’s class, you naughty girl. Sandy, you have to take your hand out of your pants just for a bit okay? Brenda can lick off your fingers...great! And...hello.” Carol’s voice suddenly sounded wary. “Who’s this? I don’t you being in class before? I’m sorry but we do not let students audit this class...“
Siobhan looked positively relieved. “Oh I’m just...okay. I’ll...I’ll just leave and go to my chemistry class, I shouldn’t be here. Shouldn’t be here.” She didn’t get up though. She blinked at Carol. “I’m a bad, bad girl,” she said inanely.
“Yes, she is,” Nisha said. “She’s my roommate, Siobhan, and she was trying to call campus security. So I mind-fucked her, like you told us. And fucked her holes. So good. With my tongue. And my fist. And her boyfriend’s hard cock.”
“Oh,” Carol said. Throaty.
“Cock,” Nisha said again, just because she could. “And I brought her here because I thought you might want to mindfuck her.” Carol was looking flushed. Siobhan was as well. “Or fuck her,” Nisha said. “Yourself.”
Carol nodded. She absently caressed Nisha’s breast, her fingers teasing the nipple. Nisha was wearing a bra because she’d been told to dress properly. Still, even though the material, it felt exquisite. She could feel herself getting very wet in her tight-but-not-too-tight jeans. She held Siobhan’s gaze as Carol’s tit play went on for...it felt like forever, though it was probably only a second or two.
“Very nice,” Carol said. “Siobhan, you’re welcome to stay then.” She smiled, showing teeth. “Very welcome. Just listen to Nisha, okay. Do just whatever Nisha tells you. And whatever I tell you. Do you understand, you obedient little slut?“
“Yes!” Siobhan said. “Yes. Oh god.”
“She likes being told to obey you,” Nisha explained. “We talked about it.“
“Obey Carol. Obey,” Siobhan said. “Obey. Whore. Obey.”
“Very nice,” Carol said again. Then she strode back to her position at the front of the class. She looked around again, making sure Brenda’s tits were back under her top, that Sandy was no longer finger-fucking herself, that everyone was wearing more or less normal attire. There was a too short hemline here, a bare midriff there, some sluttier than needed make up. But overall, it looked more or less like a normal classroom of radioactively hot young co-eds ready to do some serious studies in feminist psychology.
“Now, girls, as you know, in this class we’ve learned that you’re all needy little yearning holes who need to be filled with...Brenda? What do you need to be filled with? That’s right, cock. I’ve explained that your ambitions are—what are your ambitions, Laura? That’s right, they are shit; your only real purpose, your only real function, is to get cocks and tongues and fingers into all your holes so that you can be—Nisha? Yes, filled and fulfilled with cock.
“Now, I have taught you all this because it is true and you need to know it in your souls if you are ever to find happiness and fulfillment. And also because I enjoy using you myself...yes, Moira, I’ll fuck you hard later, don’t worry. Shush now.”
“As I say, I enjoy using you myself. But I’ve also been preparing you for your real purpose. We’ve seen a number of videos which I know you can’t . But when our guest comes in, you’re going to them all. You’re going to know your purpose.”
She leaned forward. She was quite openly masturbating in front of them, one hand working under her sensible skirt, one hand clutching her right breast through her sensible blouse.
“You’re going to know why you have holes, and what and who will fill them best. You all want to know, don’t you? You’re all so wet and slick and eager. You can all feel your swollen, hot clitties throbbing. You want to squirm and fuck yourselves. You want to fuck each other. But you can’t. You’re in suspense. You have to know. Say it.”
“We have to know,” Nisha breathed. On one side, Siobhan stuttered “We...have to...know.” On the other, Debbie spit out the words like a curse. Nisha felt so ripe, so horny. She wanted to fuck Debbie’s strap on. She wanted to get Siobhan’s tongue between her thighs. She wanted to cum. But she was suspended. Waiting. She had to know.”
“Great!” Carol said. “It’s time for the star of the show!” She pulled out her cell phone and texted. The room was silent except for the sounds of sixteen very aroused girls breathing.
The classroom door opened and Professor Lord walked to the center of the class.
Nisha felt her brain glitch. She vaguely knew Professor Lord as another psyche professor. He had a reputation as being a creep; she couldn’t who had told her, but she knew that avoiding his classes was a good idea.
Also she knew Professor Lord deep in her soul. Deep in her bits. His cock was...she had to get his cock inside her. It would fill her. In her mouth. In her ass. In her cunt. It was what she was built for. She was a whore for Lord.
He smiled. It was too wide. “Hello, girls,” he said.
He’d spoken to her.
She came, harder than she’d ever come in her life. She felt like her brain was melting. She felt like her cunt was melting. Her head snapped back. Her legs thrashed.
She knew she wasn’t supposed to scream. Carol had told them to try to keep it down in class when they... Her head snapped forward. She wanted to scream. She moaned.
Around her, vaguely, she saw the other girls thrashing. Heard other moans. Debbie was begging. Brenda’s tits were out again. Siobhan was...
“What’s...happening?” Siobhan muttered. “You’re all...so hot. What’s....who is...Oh. Oh.”
At the front of the class, Carol was kneeling. Her top was off. Nisha could see how erect her nipples were even at this distance. She was freeing Lord’s cock. It was impossibly hard. She licked the tip lovingly.
“Wow,” Lord said. “That was stimulating. You’ve done it again, Carol. How did you even do that? Delayed suggestions or something?”
“Airborne conditioning over the whole semester,” Carol said. “Told them they were all worthless whores for you. Need your cock. Mm. You’re so hard.” She started to jack him off gently. She looked up, worshipful. “You can fuck any of them. All of them. Now. Later. Forever. They’re all so brain fucked.“
“Well,” he said, “that certainly sounds pleasant. Who would you recommend first, Carol? Which of these formerly ambitious, intelligent young women should I make my personal whore first, do you think? They’re all so luscious it’s hard to choose.” His eyes settled, inevitably, on Brenda’s breasts. Nisha felt jealous, but she couldn’t really blame him. She was also obsessed with Brenda’s breasts.
Also the thought of him fucking Brenda’s breasts had her on the edge again. That cock; those nipples. She squirmed. Do it she though. Fuck the bitch.
But Carol had other ideas. “Nisha,” she said. “Come here. Bring your toy.”
Nisha didn’t believe it at first. Why would Carol choose her over Brenda? Over the delectable Moira, or Debby, or Laura in that skirt? But Carol was smiling at her, beckoning. She stood. She shook her head when Debbie, wordless, awestruck, offered her the strap on.
“Not that toy,” Nisha said. She took Siobhan by the hand.
“This is Nisha,” Carol said. She was unbuttoning Nisha’s blouse. “She was an exceptional student. Driven. Headed for valedictorian, probably. Lesbian. So focused on her studies she barely even realized just how beautiful...” She nuzzled Nisha’s breasts. Nisha’s nipples somehow got even tighter. She was staring at Professor Lord’s member. It was so perfect. She felt it already up in her whore slut cunt. Dripping. It pulsed in her whore brain.
“And she’s an overachiever still. She seduced her little roommate. Siobhan. She didn’t even take the class. I didn’t chose Siobhan. But she’ll do anything for Nisha. Will you suck Professor Lord’s cock for Nisha, Siobhan?“
Siobhan didn’t need to answer. She was crawling. She deep-throated the cock. She made little needy, humming noises. Her ass wiggled. She knew Nisha liked that.
And then Nisha was bent over a desk, completely naked. Carol was guiding Professor Lord’s perfect cock. She spread Nisha’s lips. Lord went all the way in at the first stroke, she was so wet. She came every time he thrust. She came every time he pulled out. She was so full. So gloriously full. She caught Brenda’s eye. Brenda was kneading her tits. Her expression was desperate, jealous, celebratory. Nisha came again.
“What do you want to do with your life?” Lord asked. It was far away on the rolling wave of pleasure and need.
“Fuck me,” Nisha said. She tightened her muscles around the cock to emphasize her point. Lord grunted. “Use me,” she said.
“You don’t want to be a doctor? Make your parents proud? Graduate top of your class, you little bitch?”
“I’m not...doctor!” Nisha screamed. “Hole! Just a hole! Fuck me!”
“Yes,” the professor said. “Yes. Delightful. You’re going to drop out of school for me. You and the little whore you seduced. You’re going to sell yourselves. Wrap your cunt around cock after cock for money. Fund my research so I can fuck lots of other girls like you. Betray your dreams. Betray your parents. Betray your friends. All because you want my cock up in you. How does that sound, you little chit? Will you do that for me?”
Carol kissed Nisha deeply. “Say yes, dear, and I’ll let you eat me out like the good little lesbian you are,” she said.
“Yes!” Nisha screamed. She kept saying yes as Lord fucked her mercilessly, until Carol’s cunt framed by her ass cheeks, was in front of her. Then her mouth was busy.