Exploring your space

You enter the 4th floor and look around. There's a smaller common area on this floor with only one couch, a loveseat, and a sofa chair in a ring around a coffee table and a TV. A kitchenette, bathroom, and two shower stalls line one side of the tower, while a series of 5 doorless bedrooms line the other, each with a nameplate by the empty door frame. Directly across the stairs from you stands an elevator, and as you take a few steps in and turn around you see yourself looking back at you in a mirrored window on the top portion of a door labelled RA: Ian Stryker. Your room looked at least twice as big, maybe 3 times, as any of the students'.

You leave your bag by the door to your room and go poke your head into the nearest student bedroom labelled Kelly Mott. It's pretty bare, of course nobody had moved in yet, but it's roomier than you expected from the outside, and comes furnished with a bed, desk with soundproof headphones, a chair, bookshelves, dresser, closet, and still enough space to turn and move around between it all. You head over to the bathroom, noting a stovetop oven and dishwasher in the kitchenette along the way and step in closing the door behind you while you use the facility. You look around while you go, and note a soap dispenser next to the sink opposite a dispenser by the toilet labelled water-based lubricant. Across from the toilet, by the door are two more dispensers labelled Condoms and Birth Control, next to a cabinet that reads Sexual Hygiene Supplies.

You pull out your keys and open the door to your room and immediately figure out why yours is so much bigger. To the right is an area similar to the students' bedrooms with all the same furniture, the area to the left however is set up to look like a small exam room, with an examination table, a sink, a set of stirrups, a stool like you'd expect to see in a doctors office, and a cabinet full of medical supplies. In the middle, flanked by partial walls are a toilet and shower stall for your personal use. You get to work unpacking your clothes and belongings into your dresser and closet, and lay down on your bed and let out a deep sigh. After about 5 minutes of staring up at the ceiling you look over at your desk. Where you see three picture frames, a note, and a printed out sheet of paper.

You sit up and take a look at the note first:

Ian!

Taylor again! I've taken the liberty of assuming this is going to be a momentous year for all of us and the start of some truly beautiful friendships! So I hope you cherish this photo portrait of me, - You look up, and sure enough one of the picture frames has picture of Taylor in a cute blue top and grinning widely in front of a beautiful landscape. - The two empty frames are for you to put a nice picture of yourself in and give one each to myself and Helen.

Also on your desk, I've placed a list of the students on your floor and the studies they are test subjects for - each dorm has a representative from each other study as well as three of their own subject- though all three of us staff are elasticity and rigidity. You are somewhat responsible for all of our kids, but these 5 especially are yours to look after. I encourage you take the time to get to know them very well in the coming months, be someone they can look up to as a role model and rely on in times of crisis. (Unfortunately for you I called dibs on the Twins XP).

-Taylor <3

You look at your roster next.
Cho, Chu-Li (18): Elasticity and Rigidity - Birthday: May 23rd
McKinney, Andrea (18): Lubrication - Birthday: December 14th
Mott, Kelly (18): Control Female - Birthday: October 9th
Rivers, Wanda (19): Testes Interioration - Birthday: August 1st (Maybe we should throw a belated birthday party for her?)
Sharpe, Barbara "Barb" (18): Flavor - Birthday: April 28th

You make a mental note of the suggestion scrolled out to the side of Wanda's name. and set the paper back down.

You don't remember taking any decent pictures recently, but figure Helen's had half an hour to go unpack, maybe she'd but up to go help you find a spot to take a picture. Heck maybe you should take a picture together so you each have of an extra frame to use for a picture with Dr. Santina. You hop off your bed, grab your tablet and head downstairs.

As you jog down the steps the start to hear a wet slapping sound, and turning the corner on the landing you see a pale, naked backside thrusting into something bent over the arm of the 3rd floor common area's couch. You set your tablet on the floor by the stairs and start creeping forward while undoing your belt and pants as quietly as possible. The figure has a plume of curly red hair tied back in a ponytail that reaches halfway down to a really toned ass, the head of a clear glass butt plug sticking out from between her cheeks. You can just make out a pair of swollen balls rocking forward and back in front of a pair of glistening wet pussy lips.

You can hear Helen's voice moaning from in front of the naked form you recognize as Taylor from Dr. Santina's holographic images, "Mmm~ Taylor you're so deep, it feels so go~od!"

By this time you've closed the distance, so you drop your pants with a clang from your belt buckle hitting the floor, and press your cockhead to the pussy lips, and ask, "Is this spot taken?" The redhead, surprised, jumps a little in place. And you see Helen's face poke around from in front of her. "Ian! Sorry, we started without you, but I warmed her up real nice for ya!"

The redhead laughs, "True, she spent more time licking my pussy than sucking my cock! It's ripe for the taking, but you may need to take out the butt plug first." You reach down and start pulling the butt plug from Taylor's ass, and are surprised at how large it ends up being. "This is more than twice the size of my fist!" you say, as Taylor's asshole snaps closed with a plop, and you set the plug on the floor by the couch.

"Yeah, I'm training myself for the student on my floor with the monster cock, I've got a rubber sphincter and I'm still a little worried." Taylor explains as she slows down her pace to give you a chance to line up and enter her. And enter her you do, and you notice something odd almost immediately. She's tight, hot, and wet, but it feels a little different from other pussies you've fucked. Almost like you were fucking an onahole - of course she's had therapy to rubberize her vagina.

You put your head over Taylor's shoulder as your reach up and massage her pale C-cup tit's, capped with light pink nipples, and look down at Helen, still wearing her tank top and socks, but her naked ass in the air as she hunches over on all fours, a large pale cock stuck in the dark brown ring of her asshole. That's when you felt Taylor squeeze her pussy muscles unbelievably tight around your cock and let go with a ripple up your shaft.

"Holy shit, I'm not going to last long in a pussy like this," you think to yourself as you start fucking your new manager.