Call Meghan in

"Meghan! I'd like to see you in my office please," you call. In a moment she's standing at your door with a notebook in hand.

"Come in and shut the door Meghan," you order. She looks at you for a moment then shuts the door, approaching your desk with a barely concealed eagerness. You gesture her around the side of your desk and turn your chair to face her.

"Are you going to use me, Sir? Use your office wench?" She starts to tug her skirt up. "Should I bend over the desk, Sir?"

"Perhaps later. I want you on your knees," you tell her, undoing your pants and freeing your stiffening cock. "You can leave your skirt pulled up, I like to look at your ass. See if you can do as well with this as you did yesterday."

She eagerly drops to her knees between your thighs. Holding your cock with one hand she flips her hair out of the way and nibbles her lips along your shaft. You smile encouragement at her, and your cell phone rings.

"I have to take this call," you tell Meghan. "Don't stop." She nods assent and keeps softly nuzzling your shaft.

"Hello?"

"It's me, right on time. What do you want me to say," Vanessa's voice purrs into your ear.

"Tell me what you'd do," you order, watching Meghan lick your shaft, her eyes fixed on your face.

"Mmmmmm, I'd be on my knees, staring up at you, letting you know I'm yours. I'd stroke my hands up the inside of your thighs and undo your pants, tugging them down. Are you hard for me, John?"

"Getting there," you answer, as Meghan flickers her tongue over the head of your cock.

"I'm still wet for you, John," she murmurs softly. "Maybe I should cut class and come over and do this in person."

"Maybe later. I want to do this now," you say, watching Meghan press her lips around the tip, probing it with her tongue.

"You sound anxious," Vanessa purrs. "I'd take your cock in my hands and stroke it, lapping it with my tongue. Licking your cock from your balls to the tip, over and over, slowly. Never taking my eyes off yours."

"That sounds wonderful," you say, watching Meghan slowly take you deeper in her mouth, her cheeks compressing as she sucks gently at you.

"Mmmmmm, you taste so good, I can't resist. I kiss the tip of your hard cock, then slowly start to swallow you, my soft lips parting to take you in my mouth, my tongue pressing on the underside of you."

"Don't stop," you order, as Meghan caresses your balls, swallowing you, her eyes staring up into your face as she sucks harder.

"Oh God I can feel how hot you are in my mouth, you're making me wet and horny, I need you so bad. I'm pushing my head down on you, wanting all of you. I'm touching myself again John," she gasps.

"Of course you are. Tell me what you're going to do next." Meghan's head is bobbing in your lap, her mouth making slurping noises as she gobbles your swollen meat. Your cock is throbbing, urged on by her warm, wet, pouting mouth, and by Vanessa's breathy encouragement in your ear.

"I'm trying to take you in my throat, I know you want that, I've never done it, but I'm trying. Do you push my head down? Push my head down and thrust your cock into me? Gagging me," she moans into your ear.

"Yes," you rasp hoarsely, one hand dropping to Meghan's head and holding it there as you pump your hips.

"Oh God, you're so strong. You're fucking my face and I love it. Loving you using me, wanting your come, wanting to drink every drop of it. My hands are stroking and squeezing you. God I'm so close, John. Are you close?"

"Very," you grunt, fucking Meghan's mouth as she greedily slurps and sucks at you.

"Oh Fuck, come in me! Come in my mouth! I'm sucking you so hard John, sucking you and coming! Sucking you and coming!" she squeals as you explode in Meghan's mouth, holding her hair and pumping your cock into her, filling her with your hot seed. She swallows and pumps your cock, gurgling and slurping as she tries to drain every drop of you. Vanessa is moaning her own orgasm in your ear, her voice hot and ragged with lust.

Finally drained, you slump back in your chair, watching Meghan tenderly lick you clean. A few dribbles of come leak from the corner of her mouth and she uses a finger to wipe them up, then sucks them clean.

"I didn't expect to come again, but I did," Vanessa's voice sounds in your ear. "Did you come, did I help you come?"

"Yes," you answer stroking Meghan's hair.

"Can I see you soon, John? I'm so horny right now. I need you to fuck me."

"Soon."

"Today? My class is over in ninety minutes. I could come there, or you could meet me here. Please say yes."

"I'll meet you there."

"At my dorm? You can remember how to find it?"

"I'll see you there in ninety minutes. Don't be late."

"You know I won't be. I'll be thinking of you fucking me all during class."

"I look forward to it," you say, ending the call, and stroking Meghan's face.

"That was excellent, wench," you tell her. She turns her head and kisses your hand.

"Thank you Sir. I want to be used by you. You know you can do anything to me."

You smile at her and pull her to her feet, tugging her skirt back down.

"All in good time, Meghan. All in good time."