Morning at the university

Emma had spent most of the night steeped in the records. Emile had been kind enough to wait, and had even offered her a place to sleep at one of the nearby resting rooms for the staff. It was door to door with a student dormitory, and even shared a kitchen with it. Emma had a feeling it wasn't simply filantropy on Emiles part, but she had grown fond of the administrator besides everything. She didn't like him of course, he was a cruel misogynist who abused women for his own pleasure, but he was quite young, so Emma supposed those were the values he'd learned from childhood. Besides that, he was pleasant to be around.

She was laying awake at bed thinking when her phone vibrated. It was a text from Charles, her boyfriend. She felt a pang of guilt when she relized she'd almost forgot about him the past few days. She loved him. Probably. She liked him anyway. He was sweet, albeit a bit too posh for Emmas liking. She would respond, of course, but it wouldn't hurt to leave it a minute.

She got out of from the top bunk of the bed, Emile sleeping soundly below.

It was good being out of the small bed, being able to stretch her legs. After only a few seconds she felt a hand roughly grabbing her ass.

"Good morning" sunishine, Emile whispered. She could feel his massive cock against her back, tip feeling sticky against her skin.

With a swift movement he tore her blose open.

Emma gasped, but to her surprise she wasn't frightened. This time, she thought, I'm not going to be anyones ****.

She turned around and met his eyes, breast bare. She reached out and grabbed his cock, stroking it up and down. Emile tenesed up and let out a gasp of pleasure.

After a while he guided her to her knees, not roughly but not gently either. He thrust forwards, his cock sliding into her mouth. Emma was not some doll, she worked the shaft eagerly. Licking the tip with her tounge, bobbing her head and sucking away. She wasn't half bad at this, she thought. Emile held her hair and kept thrusting.

"Just like that..." he said silently.

"Grab your tits, you little slut" Emma obeyed without hesitatio.

As his cock slid in and out over her lips she tried to push the thoughts of Charles out of her head.

In a moment of inspiration, she got up and pushed Emile back on the table, wrapping her big breats around his shaft. It was certain now, she was horny. Hornier than she'd ever felt with Charles.

When Emile turned her around to fuck her, Emma shock herself by yelling "Yes, fuck me"! It was internalized misogyny to be sure, the fruits of a porn crazed socity, but at this moment she did not care.

As he slapped her ass she kept yelling "more! more!"

Then to Emmas horror, the phone rang. "Shit" she said, all the memories of Charles flooding back in.

She hurridly put her clothes back on, as though being clothed would somehow take away the fact that she had just been fucking another man. She went to one of the beds on the other side of the room and answered.

"He.. hello?" she stammered.

"Emma? Is that you, darling?" Charles voice was saying from the other side of the line.

"Yes, yes. Sorry, I just woke up."

"You and me both darling! To be honest I'm still blotto from last night, or rather the whole week" he said laughing.

He was doofus alright, but Emma was glad to hear his voice. She turned around on her stomach to get comfortable for a long call.

"You had fun with your friends?" She ventured.

"Oh yes, the old rascals know how to treat an old bugger like me. Jasper is Bullingdon now, don't you know" he said "we've caused quite the ruckus around town, I dare say" he laughed. "But how about you? How's your little trip?"

"Oh you know..." she started. What could she say? Oh you know... I've been fucked every which way for the past few days. I've had more dicks in my mouth than there are dick in the whole damn Bullingdon Club. But she settled for "I havn't done much, It's only been a few days".

As they were talking she noticed Emile getting into bed. He tried to pull at her knickes but she swatted his hands away. He didn't stop of course, Emma was still in maledom territory after all.

"Ohh no... you're not getting away that easily" Emile said from behind.

"Who's there darling?" Charles was saying.

"Oh it's no one, just some other students. I'm at a local university for research" it was true, in a way.

Emile pulled down her knickes and grabbed her hips, raising her ass upp in the air. She heard him spit and felt moist around her ass before he entered her. She had some experience now, but getting a massive cock like Emiles up her ass was still a lot to handle. He went deep and hard, Emma tried not to moan and pant.

As Emile kept fucking her, Charles sounded hesitant and kept asking if everything was alright, but she didn't think he suspected the truth. The conversation went alright, given the circumstances.

That was until Emile stopped. To Emmas horror, he went up to her face, cock dangling in front of her. Emma tried to moth the words Please dont, please dont but Emile only smiled as he grabbed her hair and pushed her face roughly forward onto his cock.

"quite so, the Faucets were really ni.... ugh..." Emma was saying, being interupted by the massive cock being **** down her throat. Glug, glug, glug.

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As soon as she had a chance to cath her breath she said ".. sorry Charles... *caugh* I think I'm coming down with something".

Fortunately, it seemed like Emile had only come up to her face to finish. After a short while he grunted and started stroking his cock in front of her face.

"Face up, mouth open. Unless you want me to have a chat with that boyfriend of yours" he said, smiling as those joking but Emma didn't want to take the chance and did as she was told.

The warm cum splattered on her face. Despite the situation, Emma loved every moment of it.