Breakfast at uni

The pair made their way to the shared kitchen for breakfast. Emma somehow felt safer with Emile around. She couldn't trust him to keep his hands, or his cock, to himself but at least she thought it might have a discouraging on some of the male students if they wanted to get too frisky.

The kitchen was fairly large, a few tired looking students sat scattered around one of the tables looking down at their phones. At the sides of the wating area were two beds, which struck Emma as weird until she realized the very obvious reason. The kitchen had several counters, at the one on the far side of the room Emma heard the noise of rough sex but couldn't see much. She was so used to the situation by now that she barley paid it any attention. Much closer to her was a familiar face though.

"Morning, Natalie" Emile said nonchalantly, yawning while looking around the cabinets for the coffee filters.

"Morning" the professor mumbled with cum dripping down her lips, the man responsible already taking his leave as though the business had been no more dramatic than taking a morning piss.

When Emile had finnaly managed to prepare some coffee, they sat down.

"So" he began "what do you want to do today?"

"I'd like to stay at the universtiy for a while, at least until this afternoon" she answeared.

"Oh, more things to study then?"

Loud banging noises echoed throughout the hall as the fucking on the other side of the kitchen was getting rougher. How do they get used to the constant interuptions? Emma thought.

"No" she continued "I just fought the school itself mitght be interesting to study, not just your books".

To Emmas delight Emile said "Well in that case I'll show you around!".

The loud grunts from the fucking couple continued. Emma could see them now since the guy had lifted the poor girl and pushed her down against the kitchen cunter. He pulled her hair and kept fucking her furiously from behind. Some other student stood filming the whole thing. It struck Emma that the girl was probably the first non-white woman she'd seen so far, non-european atleast. Many women with any sort of connection to other countries had left as soon as the free use laws passed, but America ought still to be quite diverse.

"Who's that?" Emma asked, pointing at the girl.

Emile looked over "Oh, that's one of the foreign exchange students. Miko, or something like that. Emiko maybe" he thougth about it for a second "no, wait. Kimiko! Definitely Kimiko. I remeber registering her when the term started."

That surpised Emma "I wouldn't have guessed there were many exchanged students anymore" she said "there isn't from England".

"Not many from Europe at all actually, many applicants but the governemts doesn't usually allow it. Except for some of the eastern countries" Emile responded "but we do get quite a few from Asia".

He tought about it for a while "Even fucked an eskio once".

"Don't say that" Emma corrected " Eskimo is insultuing, it's inuit"

"Oh, right" Emile said "I'll keep that in mind"

The girl Kimiko had been pushed to her knees now. The guy was using her head like a ragdoll, showing it down on his dick in quick movements.

"Smile for the yearbook you little slut" Emma heard him say "and show those tits of yours"

A few more grunts and pumps and the guy unloaded in the poor girls face.
Or who know, maybe she's enjoying it Emma thought.

Kimiko wasn't the only woman getting her faced splattered with cum that morning. Vera had tried to escape attention by eating her breakfast away from everyone else, classic mistake thought Emma.

She'd been spottet by one of the frat boys immediately. As soon as she sat down to eat one of them came over, ready for the prank of the day.

"Oh hello professor" the boy said stroking his dick furiously.

"God dammit Michael, not now I'm in the middle of brea..." The boy called Michael didn't have a chance to hear the professors response, as he was busy spilling his load over her face and breakfast alike.

The group of frat boys at one of the tables roared with laughter "classic!" someone shouted.

Natalie stormed off to wash herself but one of the boys were already following, albeit from a distance.

"What's she doing now?" Emma asked, being confused by the sudden appearence of a toothbrush. Emile was following this as intently as her but seemed far more amused.

"I assume she's leaving, but she'll have to brush her teeth first, that's the rule. No one wants to put their dick in a dirty mouth after all. And this is the kitchen where we keep her toiletries, which the boys know of course"

"That seems needlessly cruel" Emma said "does she have to stay here all the time?"

"No, just a couple of days a week. Rest is free, I've no idea what she does those days but she's not here". Emile continued, finishing up his food "and even that is temporary, a disciplinary action lasting the year I think".

"So she's a prisoner?" Emma asked.

Emile just laughed "god no, but I assume she wants to keep her job."

As Natalie was brushing her teeth the boy pushed her to her knees and started jerking off in front of her face.

Natalie naturally stopped, and attempted to spit out the toothpaste but the boy stopped her.

"Did I tell you to stop miss?" he said as he kept stoking it.

Natalie had **** but to continue brushing before the boy came straight into her mouth.

Poor woman can't cath a break thought Emma.

"Come on" Emile said "I'll show you around"