At the uni

Emma finnaly arrived at Donald Trump University.

Above the campus entrence stood an eight feet statue of the old president fucking a model in the ass. The Americans had never been ones for subtlety, or class for that matter.

Mr. Woodacre had contacted the principal of the university, an old friend of his apparently. That reassured Emma a bit, one of Mr. Woodacres friends would be respectful at least. He was supposed to give her acces to the extensive archives at the university.

The school seemed quite, the students were probably busy in class. She looked at the small, stylized map close to the entrenced. Second floor, she thought, student adiministration. Maybe that's were the principals office is too. She went up the stairs and turned left. At the end of the hallway there was a door with the sign "student administration and offices". Great, she thought, and went through.

She came in to what looked like a waiting room with a sofa and a few chairs. A man sat at a desk looking at his computer. He was handsome, a few years older than her but not by much. As she entered the room he looked up.

"Can I help you miss?" he said and got up, approaching.

"Yes, hello, I'm looking for the principal. Mr. Santos I believe?" she responded.

"and what do you want with Mr. Santos? The principal is a very busy man, as the administrator I usually tend to the day to day business" said the man getting closer, putting a hand on her waist.

She heard a load voice from behind her "Ah! You must be Emma. Pleased to meet you". An older man in a suede suit stood before her.

"Mr. Santos! A pleasure" she gave the older gentleman her hand "Mr. Woodacre, my mentor at Oxford, told me you could help me with acces to the univerity archives?" Emma began.

"Ah yes. Good old Woody" he said, looking into the distance "we have some memories me and him. Of course I can help you, any friend of Woody is a friend of mine. I've already instructed our administrator Emile to give you a hall pass."

"Perfect" she said "then I shant disturb you anymore, I'm sure Emile can help me with the rest".

The old man came closer "Oh Emma, let's not be hasty. Things work a little differently her than in England. While you are at my university, you are the property of the university. And frankly, it's been a while since my staff had some proper fun." he smiled, knowingly "I wouldn't be much of a boss if I didn't let Emile and the rest of the staff blow of some steam now would I?" he said.

Emma could her the door close and heard footsteps. Emile? She thought, but hadn't heard anyone leaving.

Before she knew it she felt hand grab her from behind. Someone pulled down her top and someone else slapped her but. Mr. Santon, still staring into her eyes, took her by her shoulders and pushed her down. Calm but firm.

He took his cock out and pushed it towards her closed lips. She resisted at first, but as always, it was useless. One of the hands grabbed her nose so she couldn't breath, and as soon as she opened her mouth Mr. Santons pushed his cock in. He wen't slowly at first, saying "good girl" over and over again. Then faster. His balls kept slapping her chin.

The others were cathing up now, she didn't know how many there were but more and more cocks surrounded her. As soon as one pulled out, another was thrust in. Her head was bobbing around like a ragdolls, as different hands kept pushing her face into different cocks.

Someone grabbed her hands from behind and put their foot on her back.

"Just so we can reach a little further" someone said, everyone laughed.

*Snap!*

"What was that?" Emma looked over and saw a young man with a camera and plastic name tag of some sort.

"Aw sweet!" exclaimed the boy. "This will be a great cover for the school magazine, look!"

He showed Emma the picture.

She was horrified.

"The school magazine?!" Emma said in shock. This couldn't be happening to her.

"Yeah I'm the editor. I'm a writer, photographer and social media manager as well. It's actually only me and my friend Joe at the magazine..." said the boy awkwardly.

"I'm not the greatest photographer" he continued "but I think I really nailed it here. I really captured your essence, really the essenace of women. On your knees, surronded by cocks, looking up longingly at a man while he rubs his cock in your face. Ironic really, given why you're here".

"I told him why you were here." interjected the principal "I thought it might be fun for the school magazine to cover" he said, smiling down at Emma, still rubbing his cock across her lips.

Emmas face turned red. The **** was one thing, but the humiliation of her naked body surronded by penises being plastered all around the school was almost too much to handeln. The boy must have noticed her getting uppset because he quickly added:

"Don't worry! It will be a good story. I'll have a nice tagline like From scholar to cumrag or Femist gets a Trump Uni Welcome! something like that. You'll be famous! At the school anyhow"

Emma didn't have time to think because just as the boy finished talking, one of the men grabbed her throat and pushed down on the sofa. Her head fell down the side and he started fucking her senseless. As soon as he finished one of the other started.

And on it went. The session must have lasted for an hour least, the older guys and teachers even allowed the young man a go. He was gentle compared to the other ones, but he still fucked her rough in the ass. The first man came pretty early, after that one came once in a while. Sometimes in her ass, sometimes down her throat. One got so exited he missed and came in her hair.

When it was all over, one of the guys, the school administrator Emile, tossed her shirt over.

"Put this on" he said. "We need to take your picture for the hall pass to the University. You'll need it to get acces to the archives".

She put the shirt on and grabbed a paper towel, as soon as she started wiping the cum from her lips the administrator said:

"No no! What are you doing? Leave it on, and put your tits out for gods sake. Like this...." he came up to Emma and pulled down her shirt over her breasts.

"good good, now smile for the camera" he said.

"Wait I can't possibly be expected to..." *Click!"

"At least smile he said" and put his phone back up "last shot, you smile now our you're not getting a hall pass"

She didn't have time to think and smiled at the camera on the back of his phone.

"Great!" he said, and went over to some sort of machine by the table at the end of the room. After a few moments a laminated card came out. He put it on a strap.

"Here you go" he said, handing it over.

Up to this point she had been molested, abused, fucked and passed around but this was the first time she saw herself like this. The woman in the photo stared back at her, breasts out and everything. Even though the photo was small, she could still make out the cum in her hair and cheeck. I guess this is me now, she thought gloomily.

"Oh, and one more thing" the principal added, now being back in he's suede suit "i expect you in here before you leave the university, is that understood?"

"Sure, alright" Emma responed.

"No no, that won't do. I asked, is that understood?" the principal said, obviously annoyed.

Emma wasn't sure what he wanted.

"Yes, sir?" she tried.

"good, now be a good little slut and lick up that cum before you go. When you're done, Emelie can show you to the archives"