Janelle - Student on an all-female campus - Personality Access

I was awoken by the sound of my dorm room door opening up to reveal Mark. As I sat up to face him, the moment I caught his ocean-blue eyes, all my attention was on him.

“You’ll do.”

And just like that, I was chosen to be Mark’s personal **** for the day. Following a guy around all day would be annoying, but then again he chose me today out of any of the other girls on this female-only campus, maybe it’s actually a compliment.

I peel myself out of bed and turn to face him. I’m naked, obviously; Mark had given us a speech about how lounging around in the nude is beneficial, and since then most women sleep like this.

“Yeah sure, whatever. So what do you want, Master?” I said, stressing the last word. Just because I’m his ****, doesn’t mean I have to take it kindly.

“**** 1314; mantra confirmation.” Mark instructed me bluntly.

A settling calm descends over me. “Yes Master. I am **** 1314 and I am entranced and ready to obey orders.”

The words drop out of me without thought, like someone flicked a switch in my brain. I don’t pay attention to what’s being said. It’s like saying grace before dinner; nobody actually cares about what the words mean.

“Good, good,” Mark nodded. “**** 1314; personality access. I think today...personality set: bubbly girlfriend.”

I stifled the urge to let out an annoyed sigh, and instead opted to close my eyes to readjust myself. When I open my eyes, my heart skips a beat as I lay my eyes on my one true love. Yes, I’ve only known these feelings for the last five seconds, but that didn’t matter to me; I’d do anything for this man.

“Oh Mark! Thank you so, so much for choosing me today as your personal ****!” I swoon. “Whatever you want from me, I’ll do it, baby! Do you want me to give you a handjob? Blowjob? Just straight up fuck me?”

“We’ll get to that soon,” He told me. “Right now, get over here and give me a titfuck.”

“Of course, baby!”

Grabbing his arm, I lead him over to take a seat on my bed, whilst I kneel in front of him. I fish out his member, positioning it between my breasts. It’s pretty thick; bigger than most of the other guys I’ve been with, but that’s not about to stop me.

Taking my breasts in my hands I begin to stroke his cock rhythmically in an up and down motion. I do my best to smile at him, keeping eye contact even when licking the tip. Mark, for his part, simply sits there without too much reaction; a warm smile the only indicator of his enjoyment.

After a few minutes of this, I feel his shaft ripple, and my efforts are met with a blast of pearly spunk right into my face. I feel heat shoot throughout my body as I reach my own orgasm. It’s only natural that seeing your partner cum will have the same effect on you, right?

“So how was that? Was I good?” I ask Mark brightly.

“Yeah, not too bad,” Mark commented, as he stood up with a stretch. “Anyway, I’m hungry. It’s about time for lunch, I think.”

“Well, orgasming definitely works up an appetite!” I commented. “Hey, I know the perfect place! I go there all the time. Let me show you it.”

Mark smiled at me. “Good girl.” He said in that smooth voice of his. Hearing it immediately made go wet; it almost made me want to jump him right here and now.

We both got up and got dressed; and by that, I mean Mark threw on his pair of shorts (“Gotta keep my stuff on me somehow.”), whilst I just put on a mini-skirt and a thin over-shirt that I left open. I didn’t bother with underwear; Mark had told us all before that we should keep our privates exposed just in case he wants to use us. I, for one, think it’s the ultimate form of bonding between us students, a bit like having everyone bathe communally (which he also makes us do).

I lead Mark out of the dorm room and towards the lunch place. Even though he was still obviously ogling other students in similar states of undress as I was, I still felt a glow of pride knowing that I was Marks **** for the moment, not them. Eventually, we reach our destination; a small bistro. It had a cozy, not-too-loud atmosphere, and served pretty good lunches and coffee for the price. Perfect place to chill with friends...or a date.

I looked towards Mark expectantly, hoping to catch his look of amazement. Instead, he just grunted.

“Oh yeah, this place. Been here already.” He said nonchalantly.

“Oh…” I couldn’t keep the disappointment out of my voice. “Well, we could always go somewhere else to-”

“Nah, fuck it,” Mark stated simply. “This place is decent enough, and I can’t be assed to go somewhere else.”

Was that a compliment of my choice? It kinda felt like one, so I guess I’ll take it as so.

As we entered, I offered to go up and grab coffees, but Mark decided to come up with me, which I certainly wasn’t going to complain about. A cute barista was there ready to take our orders, and she was clearly naked save for the apron she wore on her front. A tell-tale sign of Mark’s influence.

“One moment. Gotta refill the milk steamer first.” The barista told us as we approached, uncapping a new bottle of milk.

“I’m surprised. Would have thought you would have switched to a more natural source by now.” Mark commented, his voice halfway between nonchalant and derogatory.

“I would love that, but unfortunately these babies aren’t providing,” The barista responded, exposing her tits and rubbing them. “I guess it’s because you never got me pregnant. So if you’d just get on that, I’d be happy to incorporate breast milk into our coffees in the future.”

“...I don’t like that lip,” Mark responded simply. “**** 3423; personality access.”

The barista immediately went slack-jawed and her eyes unfocused. “Yes master…” She intoned.

“Personality state change: Shy Server. Set time: 30 minutes.” Mark said lazily.

The barista seemed to shudder for a moment and took a long blink. When she opened her eyes and laid them on Mark, she reacted immediately.

“O-Oh! Welcome Mast-uh, Mark. How...may I be of assistance today?”

“Two subs, one with extra jalapenos and cheese, and do it fast. And coffees; Corretto for me, Latte for her, please.” He said, before swiping his credit card. It looked fancy; a cool black color.

“Y-yes, of course. I’ll be done in a few minutes…” The barista stated carefully, before setting to work.

“Oh, Mark. You’re buying me lunch? You’re so sweet.” I cooed as we went to sit at a nearby table.

“A lunch is no big deal. Especially when some rich bitch is picking up the tab.” He shrugged, as he slipped the card back into his wallet.

“Did you say Mark?” A nearby young woman whipped her head around to look at us. “OMG, it is Mark! Wow, fancy seeing you here.”

As she sauntered over to us, and I could clearly see her large boobs were being held up by some quarter-bra that left her nipples exposed. She also wore a pair of booty shorts that she’d left unbuttoned, which I couldn’t help but think would slide down her legs if she moved wrong.

“Yep.” Mark simply replied.

“Do you know her, Mark?” I asked him, but the young woman answered before he could.

“Course I know him! He’s very special to me, and I to him.”

“What makes you say that?” I questioned, slightly irritated.

“Well, if you must know…” An impish smile appeared on the woman’s face. “Mark gave me the wonderful opportunity to be his sex-**** once upon a time. And it’s because of that he granted upon me his greatest blessing. And I must say, they’re both growing to be wonderful young girls.”

“So he did knock you up then?” I asked.

“He sure did!” The woman giggled. “And a two-for-one deal, to boot!”

“Cool,” Mark noted. “Good to know the pills are still working as they should.”

I briefly wonder what he’s talking about, until I remember the recent mandate for us to take these pills we receive ever other day or so. I’m not even sure what they’re for; they’ve got a weird science name that no one’s going to remember: Clom...Clomi something.

“They sure are, darl!” The woman responded in a sickeningly sweet voice. “But you know, it’s hard sometimes. Time’s short and money’s tight...college is so much harder now.”

Despite myself, I couldn’t help but frown. My beloved went to the trouble of fucking this tramp, even giving her the blessing of his offspring, and she has the nerve to complain?

“That sucks,” Mark said, though his voice held no empathy. “But you better not have forgotten your programming, right…?”

“Of course not...darl…?” The woman’s voice trailed off as Mark looked into her eyes, his piercing blue meeting her dull brown.

“Listen, ****, and listen well,” Mark spoke, his rich, smooth voice like honey for the ears. “No matter what, you will do everything in your power to provide for my children. You will never neglect them, nor leave them wanting. If you cannot commit to college, then drop it. If you are short on money, then do what you must to earn it. Do you understand?”

“Yeesss…master…” The woman droned. Lulled by Mark’s voice, I almost said it alongside her.

“Good girl,” Mark murmured. “Wake up now, ****.”

The woman blinked, and life quickly returned to her face. “So yeah, like I was saying, I’m not sure I can keep up with college with the two of them around. I mean, I guess I could drop out, but then I’d have a hard time getting a job…”

“There’s always strip clubs and brothels,” Mark told her bluntly. “It’s about the only thing girls like you are good for.”

“You know what? That’s a great idea! I mean, if you got it, then why not use it, right?” The woman responded brightly. “Thanks darling, you’re so thoughtful.”

She planted a kiss on Mark’s cheek before draining the rest of her drink and sauntering out of the shop, putting a sway in her hips as she went.

I couldn’t help but feel a little irritated after that. Not at the fact Mark knocked her up; these days, it wasn’t uncommon to see a student walking around either knocked up with his kid, or even caring for one they’d birthed. But that woman had the nerve to complain about time and money woes when we all have to deal with it?

It made me want to show Mark how a real woman handles child-rearing. I don’t need to complain or whine or whatever; I’ll just be the best mom the children can have, and he won’t even need to hear a peep out of me.

Fortunately, Mark didn’t seem to notice my silent seething. Once the barista served our food and coffees to us (“I-I hope it’s to your liking, Mark…”), he simply took his sub and ate quietly. I could see the subtle changes in his expression that showed he was enjoying it.

“So, what do you think? Pretty good, right?” I ask after finishing.

“Not bad,” Mark commented. “Went down well enough.”

“Yeah, this place’s subs are something else, I tell you!” I nod enthusiastically. “So then, do you wanna go and, uh…”

“Alright, alright, fine,” Mark said. “But first, have you been taking those pills like that other woman?”

“Every day, darling! I did it just for you!” I chirped back.

“Perfect. Now then, let’s see if we can’t find ourselves somewhere a little less open, shall we?”

Rather than take me back to my dorm, we find a nearby library and duck into one of the study rooms. With a nod, I immediately drop to my knees and once again fish out his cock. It’s already hard and erect for me, so I just start sucking on it to lubricate it.

“Eager, aren’t we?” Mark noted. I flash him a smile in return as I continue my blowjob.

Eventually, Mark stops me and motions for me to lie on the table. I’m almost giddy as I remove myself with a pop, before lying on my back. I could feel his dick throbbing as I was sucking him off. He’s getting close.

My heart’s aflutter as Mark positions himself at my vagina’s entrance. No prep’s necessary on my end; just being by his side makes me wet. Without even asking if I’m ready, he thrusts in, pushing himself in up to his balls. I gasp as he begins to pound me, stars dancing in my eyes as the pleasure surges through me.

“Yes, yes, Mark! Flood me!” I moan. “Give me your child! Make me pregnant!”

With a grunt, Mark unleashes his precious baby batter. My belly feels warm as it floods my womb, and I just know that he’s knocked me up.

Mark lets out a satisfied sigh as he exits my hole. With a gesture to his crotch, I slide down onto the ground and began to lap up the juices left by our consummation.

“Ahh, that was good,” Mark sighed in satisfaction. “Knocking up another bitch is always a treat.”

“It sure is, honey!” I squeal in agreement. “I’ll bring your baby to term and then raise them with love!”

“You’ve played your role well enough,” he said as I finished licking up the last of the juices. “I think we’re done here. **** 1314; personality access. Personality set: default.”

That serene calm washes over me again as I close my eyes. When I open them, Mark’s pulling up his shorts and not even paying attention to me.

“Hm? You got something to say?” I ask him.

“Nah, I’m done with you,” He responds. “But you’ll be giving birth in about nine months, so you better start thinking about how you’re going to handle it.”

“Yeah, cool.”

Raising kids would be a pain, especially if I had to drop college for it. No idea how I’m going to make the money to support them either. But I’ll figure something out, and you won’t hear me complain or whine about it.