Become her chair

Naked and obedient you come closer. “This is something I always wanted a roommate for” Nessa says. “Get on the bed face up.” You can see where this is going and obviously you obey the bottomless girl. She bends to reach under her bed and fishes out a long riding crop. “I’ll use this to let you know how you’re doing” says the blond and then she climbs onto the bed and spreads her cheeks with her hands as she lowers herself onto your face. You have time to glance at Mi-sun’s annoyed face before the bottom above you obstructs your view. It is not her pussy you will be licking either. “I have to read these two chapters, you make yourself busy. Keep your knees bent and open.” Nessa instructs and you do. Lucky for you, she keeps herself clean, but it will be a long study session nonetheless.

As you lick and thrust with your tongue with a relatively slow start to the barely audible sounds of pages turning and soft moans of pleasure you feel a tap of the end of the crop on your perfectly presented clit. You get the hint and absurdly grateful to Nessa for not just hitting you immediately intensify your efforts. You are still holding something back, but you get the desired effect anyway as the crop is withdrawn and the blond on top of you moans louder. She is not going to let anything slip though as you find out a few minutes later when you pause for breath and to relax for tongue for two seconds too long. With no warning the crop cracks and your clit explodes in pain. Your legs snap together and you yell into the ass on your face. If you were forewarned you would have been able to control yourself better than that but you know for a **** that is no excuse. Quickly you start licking again, even faster now. Nessa smacks your legs from the inner side, a moderately hard hit on each and you immediately return them into the correct position. You are bracing yourself for another lash in your clit but it does not come. One apparently was enough for the first lapse in concentration.

Clearly wishing to ignore her roommate’s activity, Mi-sun asks if she wants to watch a film together tonight. After getting an affirmative response, she asks Nessa if she is actually studying. Although the sound of the conversation is muffled, you can hear the (somewhat mocking) tone of injured pride in the reply of the girl in whose ass your tongue is currently buried. “Of course I’m studying!” Nessa says and goes on to recite a paragraph from the textbook. If someone overheard the conversation without seeing the speaker, they probably would have assumed the words “transitivity principle” excite the young student to the point of softly moaning as she says them. You feel yourself tiring rapidly now; you can lick for quite a while but the blond did not exactly offer you the best angle and more than one part of you is getting very uncomfortable. Finally you cannot help but take a small pause again, just to minorly readjust yourself. You know it will cost you but you simply cannot go on otherwise.

You are braced for the crop this time and when it strikes twice in rapid succession you groan but keep your legs open. Your mini-break clearly is over, so you go on and the crop is put back to rest on your stomach. Every time you hear the faint rustle of a turning page you get a small surge of hope, knowing the end of this part is near. You may not necessarily enjoy whatever comes next, but at least your neck should get less strained and hopefully your tongue will get some rest too. You suddenly hear steps as Mi-sun crosses the small room towards her roommate and yourself. When she speaks her voice sounds very close, she must be bending over to get a close look at you. “I’ve never been spanked between my legs” she says. “Like, it’s hard to tell, but it doesn’t look as bad as it must be. Or maybe it’s just the crop. You know, just because it is so common for for fencers doesn’t mean you have to use it like all the time.” Mi-sun finishes.

Nessa shifts slightly on your face. “I use it because it has a good length for this, not because I’m a fencer” she retorts. “And why do you make it sound like a bad thing, crops are ideal for drop-seat britches and they fit into our bags with no trouble.” You have not done Olympic fencing yourself (and historic fencing you tried as an undergraduate student was apparently a whole different thing) but you know from your friends that protective gear is complicated and obviously... well, protective. Sounds like the only change to accommodate spanking was done to the britches’ seats which you suppose is practical. If a more severe session is needed it can wait until the bout is over. It might be a good sport to pick up for your time as a postgraduate you think as you wiggle your tongue deep in the blond’s ass. Mi-sun should stop distracting her from her studies.

Finally Nessa stretches, shifting her weight on your face again, and puts the book aside. You continue licking just in case until she tells you to stop moments later. With a satisfied moan she lifts herself up but does not invite you to leave your position. You are happy enough for now to just take big gulps of air and relax you neck and facial muscles though; you are quite certain this was your longest ass-eating session up to date.