Blowing Some Minds

Bailey has just finished a relatively relaxed morning shift at the hospital, and waves goodbye to the other nurses as she walks out to her battered up old car. She opens the door and tosses her bag into the passenger seat-

And it bounces off a large black box tied with a red silk ribbon. There's a gold embossed letter tucked under the bow; in glittering letters, it says "NOW." She actually stands there staring like an idiot for a moment before getting into the car and pulling the envelope out. The parchment paper inside is elegant and ornate, the handwriting a spidery black she doesn't recognize. The text sends her stomach into a flutter.

Pet-

Here are your instructions for the day. You will go straight home and wash, making sure you are properly presentable; you will then put on the perfume sitting by your side of the bed. You will then go pick up Tommy at the suite, and the two of you will come straight to the address listed below. Failure to comply or to make sure your body is ready to be used as we see fit will result in harsh punishments.

-Mistress Sarah

A warm tickle of excitement pulses inside Bailey's stomach, and she feels herself immediately getting wet. She practically breaks every law of physics on the way home.

***

Pet and Tommy arrive just barely on time, parking the car and looking at the dark storehouse they've been directed to. When she arrived to pick Tommy up, she had discovered her friend holding a virtually identical package; inside were some very interesting costumes, school uniforms in black and red, with white knee high socks, black ties, and no sign of any undergarments of any kind. Now they're standing outside what looks like an abandoned building. As they approach, they both see another piece of the parchment paper stuck to the steel door of the loading dock. "SCHOOL IS IN SESSION," says the parchment, and the two girls look at each other. A wicked looking smile crosses Tommy's face, and she assumes a fake pout.

"I've never done very well in school," she mutters, pretending to be afraid when they both can see from her erection she's anything but worried. Truth be told, Pet is a little glad she doesn't have panties on, because they'd be uncomfortably wet by now.

"We'd better not be late," she whispers, and reaches out toward the door. Almost as if someone is watching them, they both hear a bell ringing inside as they push inside. The two of them share another glance, both knowing this can't be good for their future "education."

They both freeze in shock, trying to process the scene laid out before them. The edges of the massive storeroom are dark, while the center is brightly lit by theater-style lighting. It's obvious Graham has been at work here; there are several high-school students' desks, a lectern, a pair of teachers' desks covered in papers and books which barely conceal several large vibes and dildos. A nearby table has whips and restraints, while a large movable chalkboard sits in the back, in the middle. But it's the people that freeze them in place.

Nick is dressed in a serious-looking grey business suit, the coat off and hung over his chair, his patent leather shoes shiny, his vest and tie accentuating the white button-down shirt which highlights his muscles. His expression is dour, severe, almost angry; he's tapping a yardstick against his left leg, impatient. As for Sarah, she's outdone herself; her business dress is deep black, cut just above her knees, showing off her elegant red high-heels. Her top is a black leather corset, trimmed with red, her breasts thrust forward, a small silver crucifix hanging on a chain from her neck. Her hair is pulled back from her face and tied in a bun atop her head, and her lipstick matches the red of her corset trim. She's got a clipboard and a pen, and she's tapping her foot, almost but not quite in time with Nick's stick. She looks furious enough that for a small fraction of a second the girls are actually afraid she's really angry.

"You're late again, young ladies," Sarah barks, pointing to the floor in front of her, an obvious order.

As they scurry forward, Tommy chirps "Sorry, ma'am, we got held up in another class."

Nick takes two steps forward fast, and whips the yardstick out to tap her hip just hard enough to sting. "You will address all staff by their proper titles, young lady." He looks over to Sarah, frowning. "I don't know what to do with these two, Doctor Miller. Constantly late, always in the back chattering and ignoring their lessons, not following the dress code."

"Well, Doctor Aden, at least this uniform issue can be worked on," Sarah purrs, looking at the girls head to toe as they stand at attention in front of her. Tommy takes her cue from Pet, who has her hands back behind her back and her chin lowered so she's looking at the floor, submissive. Sarah steps around them, looking them up and down, inspecting them, brushing an imaginary crease out, flicking a non-existent speck of dust from a lapel, and generally giving off a total image of disapproval. Pet can barely hold still; her thighs are slick and hot, her mind running through all sorts of deliciously nasty possibilities. As Sarah gets back to the front of them, she looks down and focuses on Tommy's obvious hardness. Reaching out, she taps the tip of Tommy's tented skirt with her pen. "What is this, Miss Ryder? Are you sneaking contraband into the school again?"

"No, Doctor Miller," Tommy says, keeping her eyes down. Even the slight tap sends a beautiful shiver of pleasure into her balls, which suddenly feel heavy and ready to burst.

"We've heard your fibs before, Miss Ryder," Nick growls, mock-angry. "I'm not allowing any more of your tricks on my campus." He moves next to Sarah, and places the yardstick on the inside of Tommy's ankle, just at the top of her sneakers. Tommy barely restrains herself from jumping at the touch; a slight sigh of anticipation escapes her lips.

Sarah puts the clipboard down, and puts her hands on her hips, stern. "I'm going to need to see what you're hiding under that skirt, girl."

"Of course, it would be inappropriate for us to touch her there," Nick points out, moving behind them so they can't see him.

"Oh, definitely," Sarah agrees. Turning to Pet, she claps her hands together, making both girls jump. "Miss Marx, get down on the floor in front of Miss Ryder and check to see what she's hiding."

"Yes, Doctor Miller," Pet says, her voice just barely above a whisper. She moves around to face Tommy, noticing the deep red flush of her cheeks, the gentle and barely perceptible throb of Tommy's skirt front. Sliding down to her knees, the tile floor cool against her knees, Pet's mouth is watering, her pussy steaming. For a moment, she's unsure what to do, but decides to dive in and hope for the best. Slowly, pretending to be ****, she places her hands just above Tommy's knees, immediately feeling the shiver of the other girl as they make skin contact. As her hands slip upward, Tommy bites her lip; the punishment is immediate. She jumps in pain and surprise as the yardstick smacks across both her ass cheeks, and Nick grabs her shoulder, leaning in close from behind her.

"Hold still, Miss Ryder," he hisses in her ear, his breath tickling her neck, bringing goose bumps up on her shoulders. She's barely able to hold still, already edging toward a total loss of control.

Pet isn't spared, either; Sarah's fingers curl into Pet's hair, pulling her head back roughly, forcing her to look up at Sarah. "We didn't tell you to stop, Miss Marx," she warns, and Pet wants so badly to please her, to earn her approval. When Sarah lets go of her, Pet quickly moves her hands up along Tommy's thighs, carefully pulling the front of Tommy's skirt up to expose her friend's cock. The tip is already slick with pre-cum, a little bead rolling back under her shaft. Her skin is so hot she's practically incandescent.

"What is this, Miss Ryder?" Nick asks, still holding Tommy's shoulder as his other hand moves around to slide the yardstick under her cock, pushing it up so it bobs obscenely just an inch or so from Pet's lips. Pet's eyes are slightly glassy, her desire getting to her.

"M-my cock," Tommy begins giggling, then squeals in pain and shock when the yardstick flips up hard, smacking the underside of her dick. Her eyelids flutter, the flush on her cheeks getting even deeper, a slight and ragged sigh barely audible. "It's my cock, Doctor Aden," she says again, her tone making her lust obvious. Pet stares as the little bead of sperm on the tip of Tommy's cock begins to drip slowly down toward the floor, turning into a thin glittering string which comes to rest on Pet's cheek.

"Are you sure that's all that's there, Miss Marx?" Sarah asks, placing the pen behind her ear and reaching out to run her hand along Tommy's rod, lifting it up so Pet can see underneath, where the skin is slickened with wetness. Tommy is doing everything she can to stay still, but she's almost out of her mind with arousal. "You should take a closer look."

"Yes, Doctor Miller," Pet whispers, leaning forward to cross the microscopic distance between her face and Tommy's erection. Hands still on Tommy's hips, Pet makes a show of looking carefully around and under Tommy's dick; Sarah holds Tommy's shaft tightly, forcing the girl to hold still. Leaning back away from Tommy, Pet shakes her head. "I don't see anything else, Doctor Miller."

"What's that on your cheek, then?" Nick demands as Sarah lets go, running the yardstick back and forth under Tommy's cock just enough to cause friction. Despite her best efforts, Tommy's eyes slide shut, a little whine escaping her throat.

**** to draw attention away from Tommy's slip, Pet quickly looks up at Nick, eyes wide in fake innocence. "I don't know, Doctor Aden," she breathes, then lifts her hand to slide a fingertip along her cheek, collecting the string of pre-cum. Slowly, almost lazily, she brings the glistening tip of her finger to her mouth, sucking Tommy's cum off, bobbing her head just a little. Pulling it free, she plays curious. "I'm not sure, Doctor Aden. I've never tasted anything like it before."

Sarah's fingers clutch into her hair again, pushing her forward. "Is it the same as what's on Miss Ryder's body?" she asks, pointing to the slick underside of Tommy's shaft.

Taking her cue, Pet slides her head forward, sticking her tongue out to slide it along Tommy's skin. Another, thicker bead of cum gathers on the tip, Tommy already getting close. When she pulls back, Pet leaves her tongue out long enough to show the milky white bead gathered on her tongue before licking her lips. She plays curious. "I'm not sure what it is, Doctor Miller, but it's definitely the same thing as what was on my cheek."

"This is why you're both failing biology, you silly girls," Nick chides them. "Stand up and face the chalkboard." Still carrying the yardstick, he walks over to the chalkboard, and spins it in place so the other side shows. Drawn in great detail are a cock and a pussy, all the parts labelled. He taps the yardstick on the ballsack, which has little sperm drawn inside it. "This is sperm. Say it."

"Sperm," say both girls in unison. Tommy's voice sounds far away; she's using every ounce of her concentration to avoid premature ejaculation. Nick turns back to the girls, and reaches out to touch the front of Tommy's skirt with the yardstick.

"If Tommy has a cock and balls, then they must have sperm inside, correct?" He stares at them, and they nod together. "Still, since you've hidden other things, we probably should make sure."

"Definitely," Sarah agrees. "I think we'll have to get hands on with these two."

Oh, God, please do, Tommy thinks as Sarah reaches down again, using one hand to pull Tommy's skirt up again, tucking it up out of the way, the other hand reaching back under the papers on the desktops. She pulls out a large black strap-on and begins tightening the belt around her waist. Nick steps back and sits in one of the chairs, unzipping his pants and pulling his hard-on out. He snaps his fingers at Pet, then points down in front of him. "Tell me if this tastes the same, Miss Marx," he instructs, and Pet quickly drops to her knees in front of him now, onto a conveniently placed pad. Without any hesitation (and, if she's honest, a great deal of hunger) Pet grabs him and sinks him as deep into her throat as she can get, sucking hungrily.

Behind her, she hears a small squeal of pleasure from Tommy, then a sharp stinging slap. "Hold still, Miss Ryder," Sarah warns. "I'm not even close to being done with you." The sound of skin on skin, each thrust as Sarah pegs Tommy, slow and rhythmic, each stroke of Sarah's strap-on bringing grunts from Tommy, the taste of Nick's cock, the feel of his heat and his hand tight on the back of her head, pushing her down, fucking her mouth. In a daze of lust, Pet slips her free hand down and slides her fingers along her soaking slit, thumbing her clit and driving two fingers into herself in time with the sounds of Tommy getting pegged.

And then, with a scream, Tommy arches her back to raise her ass up higher, letting Sarah slam even deeper as Tommy's cum spatters all over the desk top. And, as Nick whispers to her what a good girl she is, Pet grinds down against her fingers, moans, and cums hard as Nicki fills her mouth with his load. Nice start to the evening, she thinks in a post-orgasmic haze. Wonder what we learn next.