Assembly

You dismiss the class and Bella reminds you of a campus wide assembly this afternoon. It's supposed to be mandatory for faculty. You roll your eyes and groan, but head over anyways. Who knows? Maybe you'll get lucky and it'll be about something interesting.

You make your way to a large auditorium. It's filled with rows and rows of chairs and a small stage propped up at the front. It's already mostly full. At least you won't have to wait long for it to begin. You go to the section designated for faculty and head to the very back. You may still want to make an early exit and would prefer to do so unseen.

The last row is completely empty. You plop down somewhere in the middle just as the speaker takes to the podium. She's an older woman, but not unattractive. She wears a tight pant-suit that does little to inspire your libido. You toy with the idea of whether you want to go the effort of getting her on her knees before something else gets your attention.

"Just in time. Mind if I join you?" Another woman takes the chair next to you. She has thick, curly brown hair and she's wearing a pink, button down dress shirt with a few buttons missing. You can't help yourself but stare at her cleavage. "Professor David! You just started, right? I'm Michelle, head of the biology division. I've heard excellent things about you and your classes!" She offers her hand to you.

Dumbly, you shake her hand and nod your head. You're lucky it was right between your face and her breasts, otherwise you'd never have seen it. She looks back up at the woman speaking at the podium. "Ugh. Not this again. I hate these lectures. Don't you?" She continues.

You pause, "uh, what?"

"Sexual harassment training," she clarifies. "They usually do them every time a faculty member gets a little too familiar with a student or the staff gets caught fucking the break room. They need to chill out is all."

"That's what this is about?" you ask. "Boring!" you say a little too loudly. The woman at the podium hesitates a moment before continuing again.

A blonde woman takes the seat on your other side. She immediately catches your attention. She's wearing a tight black dress that can barely covers her massive breasts and comes down just past her ass when she sits. She crosses her legs and you just leer at her bare thighs. She doesn't even look at you even though you couldn't be more obvious with your staring. Bitch probably thinks she's out of your league.

You want her. You want to bring her to her knees and slap her with your cock. You want to see her begging. You want to ruin her perfect face, cover it with spit and cum and leave her expensive dress shredded on the floor next to her. You can feel you cock growing harder at the thought.

While you are fantasizing about tea bagging the stuck up bitch next you, you feel Michelle grab your hand. You give her a questioning look. Her eyes are glued straight ahead. After a moment's hesitation, she takes your hand and shoves it down her blouse and into her bra. She clamps her other hand on top, whether to hide your hand or keep you from pulling back, you're not sure.

You sit there like an idiot for a long moment. She has to start rubbing your hand into her tit before you finally get a clue and do it yourself. It's an awkward position, but you are enjoying feeling her nipple harden against your palm. While you fondle her breast, Michelle places her right hand over your crotch and rubs against the bulge already forming.

She strokes you up and down through your pants, giving you a pseudo handjob. The entire time, her eyes are locked on the stage up front, so far away. Her left hand keeps encouraging you to play with her tit, unbuttoning another button for you.

You slip her breast free of her bra and pinch her nipple, rolling it back and forth between your finger tips. She moans a bit but it's quiet enough that no one notices.

With deft movements, she manages to undo your fly and free your boner. Soft, silken smooth fingers wrap around your shaft and stroke you closer to climax with sure, practiced motions. She starts at the base of your cock, squeezing tightly but not too tight. Sliding up to the head, she gently increases the pressure. When she reaches the tip, she smoothly palms the glans, driving you wild. Fingertips feather the sides of your shaft as she brings her hand back down and does it all over again.

You're breathing quickly now. Your hand mindlessly paws at her tits. Your fingers can't decide if they want to squeeze the breast or pinch her nipple so you rapidly switch between the two. Sensing your urgency, Michelle drops to her knees and takes you into her mouth. Her lips prove to be just as skilled and as soft as her fingers. It's like getting a blowjob while wrapped in silk.

You spread your legs as far as you can for this curly haired vixen. She's clearly a professional and deserves room to work. Your leg bumps into the other woman in your row and you hear a gasp. You start to panic, fearing that you've been found out. Your silky smooth blowjob is going to end just as soon as it started.

Then you look over and see that she's not gasping in shock. She's gasping because she's spread her own legs and furiously rubbing her clit. She's struggling to hold back her moans as she enjoys the erotic sight of a woman going down on you. Letting your head fall back in relief, you bury your hands in Michelle's hair and hang on for the life of you.

Velvety soft lips nibble and pulls at your shaft. Wet, smooth tongue slides up and down your length and teases the head of your cock. Nimble fingers play with your balls and stroke your hot, tense rod. You feel like you're losing your mind down an endless, wet hole.

You give in. You unleash your seed past welcoming lips and eager tongue. Your body goes limp in the chair just as the blonde next you goes rigid as she orgasms as well. Michelle dutifully swallows it all and licks you clean. She even tucks you back into your pants and carefully pulls up the zipper.

Fixing her blouse before resuming her seat, she nods to the woman next to you. "Well, it looks like someone had fun. Here take my number. Give me a call if you'd like to get dinner sometime." She hands you a small piece of paper and silently slips out of the building. You can only sit in shell shock while she does.

A ragged groan next to you reminds you of the blonde. Her hair and makeup are an awful mess. Her dress is hiked up past her hips and the top is pulled down, exposing her tits. She is barely able to balance on the chair and completely, blissfully, unaware of the people in the next row staring at her. You finally take notice of their judging looks aimed at you.

"It wasn't me!" This is the only defense you can muster before you quickly get up and sprint for the exit.