Walk away

You try to be as polite as possible while extricating yourself from the situation.

Eventually you find yourself in the main hall of the college, with its enormous vaulted ceilings and opulent stone and hardwood interior, laid out with finery, tapestries and stained glass. Men and women in student’s robes mill about, more than one reading while another’s head lay in their lap sucking and licking them.

You navigate your way to your professor’s chambers and knock, before hearing a voice telling you to enter.

Your professor is an older man with white hair and a refined and ornate robe. He sits behind a heavy oaken table. In his lap is a student, a girl who looks to be your peer, bouncing up and down eagerly on his cock.

“Oh, I didn’t realize I was interrupting-“ you **** out, trying to leave.

“Please, you’re too polite. Come, have a seat.” He says, thankfully gesturing to a chair across from him. You sit there, shyly averting your eyes from the display in front of you.

“You must be new here,” he notices astutely. You nod and introduce yourself.

“Ah. Then why don’t we get acquainted. Lena, why don’t you go and lick her pussy and help her relax?” He suggests to the woman on his lap.

“Of course, professor,” she says, hopping off his dick with an audible pop and coming around the desk to you.

You try to weld your knees together, but she parts them with deft, graceful hands. You can’t help but moan as she slides them up your thighs, pushing your clothing aside. She breaths on your pussy, warm, wet breath arousing you.

“Let’s get you registered for classes,” your professor says, one hand pulling papers out of a drawer, the other one working on keeping his cock hard. You feel dizzy.

Lena pulls your panties down and begins licking and slurping at your pussy, tongue running up the crevice and her hands playing with your inner thighs. You cry out.

“Lena’s a real charmer, eh? You know, she doesn’t have a roommate yet. What say you room with her?”