Investigations, Punishments and a Wild Ride

"That is quite the story," Professor Khalid said with a low whistle. "What a weekend… and the only other person who knows even some of this, is your long distance boyfriend who you initially tried to send the toy to, but it clearly did not reach?"

"Yes Ma'am," Jennifer said, feeling stupid for having to call the woman across from her such a title. At least it was better than 'My Owner'. "That and My Owner… the stranger… they have been blackmailing me for a little bit now, and I try to bargain with them, but they seem to hold all the cards."

"That is troublesome… though it explains why your phone was going off before the toy activated before," Professor Khalid said as she held up the device in question. She still had Jennifer's bag as they sat at her office desk together.

"Oh crap… I bet they know I skipped out on class… they are going to be so angry… fuck when's my next class? I can't stay here. If they know I skipped that too… please I need my phone back and I need to go."

"Hold up a moment," Professor Khalid said, and Jennifer went to object only for them to be shushed by a single finger. "You told me your theory just now, of them being someone close to you, or nearby enough to spy on you. If that's the case, they probably already know, if not… then don't play your hand."

"... What?"

"You don't know that for sure. If you message them back with an apology immediately and beg for forgiveness like the subby little bitch you have been acting like… then they will know and can act like they knew all along even if the truth of the matter is they were clueless."

Jennifer blinked. She had been so caught up in this. So stuck in the middle of matters. She had not considered that she may be feeding into their seemingly omniscient level knowledge they presented to her. Professor Khalid was one cunning woman. "What should I do then?"

"See what they have said so far and then test them," Professor Khalid suggested. "Make up a lie that is close to the truth of why you have not answered them, but something that anyone sitting in class today, paying attention to you, would know is false and see if they call you on it. That may eliminate those individuals as suspects and place the true perpetrator, 'Your Owner', further away than you may fear."

"Alright," Jennifer said and Professor Khalid handed her the phone. She checked the messages.

Unknown: Enjoying having your ass played with? What if I turn things up…

That was the initial message when she was in the bathroom. Another followed not that long after.

Unknown: Fine. Have it your way slut.

That must have been about when it was turned down.

Unknown: I am going to punish you for ignoring me. Just so you know.

The last one from not that long after the bathroom incident. Okay they did not seem to know. As far as these few messages let on. Jennifer frowned as she came up with a convincing lie.

Me: Sorry My Owner. The Professor had me leave class as she thought I was unwell. I accidentally left my stuff in the lecture hall. It was so hard to think with your finger in my asshole. I was just 2 much of a dirty, horny slut for u and your finger. Plz, forgive me.

"How does this look?" Jennifer asked her professor.

"Your texting is atrocious with no commitment between actual proper sentences and a text based shorthand. I hate it. But the message is good. Well done, Miss Wilson."

Jennifer beamed at the praise before biting her bottom lip. The toy was still buzzing in her ass and despite having had one orgasm it was still keeping her reaved up enough that a little praise instantly became sexual to her. She sent the message. Her answer came in the form, first of the toy, increasing intensity once more, followed by a message.

Unknown: That is a pathetic excuse but I will accept it this one time. Do not let it happen again. You keep your phone on you and you answer my messages, or else. Is that clear?

Me: Yes, My Owner.

Jeenifer groaned as the buzzing died back down but remained a little higher than normal. It felt almost like a reward for her excuse rather than a punishment for her lie. "I think… I think he believed me," Jennifer moaned out.

"He? You think Your Owner…" Professor Khalid enjoyed the way Jennifer flinched when she called the other person that. "... is a man?"

"Well… yes… he has a dick… and a girlfriend… I think… maybe… she's played with me… too. With the ass eating I told you of," Jennifer stumbled over her words as she blushed.

"As a woman with a doctorate in biology, not to mention many a girlfriend in her past, as well as sexual partners with and without dicks… I can assure you, women can have them. Just as they can have girlfriends too."

"Yeah but… what are the chances? I mean there are only a small percentage of trans women…"

"There are also intersexed women to consider. Though that hardly ups the pool. What I think may speak volumes of this are some subtle clues. You said they sent a picture as verification of having your toy? You said it was in a black leather bag… can I see the picture?"

"Sure but I don't see what…" Jennifer began to say as she pulled up the picture and showed it to her professor.

"Here look at that stitching," Professor Khalid said as she zoomed in on the picture. "And here, in this area… that almost looks like a logo… kinda like a designer's marking."

"Holy shit!" Jennifer exclaimed as she looked closer. "That's a Mulberry Roxanne! That's some serious money for a bag…"

"Not something the average man would spend on themself," Professor Khalid said. "Not for a bag. Some men, sure but it narrows the pool of candidates down."

"Could still be a couple."

"Maybe but why hide that from you? Especially, when they so readily indicated another person later on? They were not shy about telling you, you were eating a woman's ass. Why not use 'we' and make you address both of them or even say 'My Owners'?. I think they are willing to share you but based on information they have provided and their actions, I think they are primarily using you themself and that they may not be a man… maybe."

"How did you know about the bag?"

"I didn't. I suspected it based on other factors. What man could keep this a secret from his buddies? Then that leads to them asking for a go… seeing as you are confident only one cock has been fucking you and it's the same one each time… not to mention the fingers…"

"The fingers?"

"They have fingered you. Toyed with your pussy, explored your mouth even and prepared your ass just now. Did at any point those fingers feel rough or coarse? Any sharp fingernails?"

"No but men can have… nice soft… fingers."

"They can but it's not the norm. They also picked an unusual, gender neutral title for you to call them. Why not Sir or Master? They may be trying to throw you off the scent.

"Especially if they have any indication that you may assume they are a male, which let's be honest, is the most likely case based on early interactions with a cock. But there is the distinct possibility they do not want to be misgendered and a cis woman can similarly feel that way but it is less likely to bother them then it is a trans woman, who may have experienced such misgendering in the past."

"You really think they might be a trans woman?"

"Could it be? Yes. But is it likely? No, not considering the chances as you pointed out. But as I said you are looking at a very narrow field and may be missing the obvious or overlooking suspects. You have to consider everything and everyone till you can eliminate them. Don't be blinded by your own prejudice and assumptions."

"I'm not…"

"Look at it this way," Professor Khalid interrupted. "Man, woman, trans or not, nonbinary even, gender fluid… it's all a possibility, but you have learned two things for sure. They are someone who can afford an expensive handbag, not a knock off from the looks of it, and they don't know what happened in class right now… or they are bluffing, but I can't see why they would do that when they could freak you out further about being close to you."

"Right… so, do you think I should go to my other classes?" Jennifer asked as she tried to process this.

"Up to you. Right now, you are calling their bluff of knowing your every move. Just know that word may get out eventually. The longer you pull this off the further the word will go. They might be in one of your other classes, either as a student or teacher. Someone may gossip about you. Someone may ask about you… perhaps that supposed girlfriend is one of your sorority sisters, and they may learn of your absence, or someone may make a social media post about you not being in class. It's a risk but the longer it takes for them to know this, the more likely they are further removed from you."

"It could always be a bluff… an attempt to throw me off their scent…"

"Always, but you can't learn much by dancing along to their tune."

Jennifer's phone buzzed and her eyes widened at the message. "Holy… they… they sent me a punishment for ignoring them… it's… I'm not doing this."

"Let me see," Professor Khalid said as she took the phone from Jennifer. "That's not too bad…"

"It's humiliating… and gives them more to **** me with…"

"They already have some ****. This is hardly much more."

"You just told me not to dance along to their tune. Now you think I should do this?"

"Pissing them off for no reason is not an effective strategy. Keep them happy. Make them feel safely in control. We'll learn more from that than bucking the system at every opportunity. You can use my supplies," Professor Khalid offered, gesturing at her desk. "I have a private bathroom you can use too, just make sure to only include the blank wall. Nothing to give away where you are or that we are working together on this."

"Fine… I guess I am not going to class and doing this shit instead," Jennifer grumbled as she took her phone back. "What kind of sick person thinks up this stuff?"

"It's pretty fucking hot if you ask me," Professor Khalid admitted with a guilty smile. "Send me those photos as well. I have a class to go teach."

"I'm not sending you…"

"You are if you still want my help, don't want to get expelled and your little picture exposed," Professor Khalid said as she stood up and Jennifer bowed her head in resignation. "Also not a fucking word of me to your big headed boyfriend either. I do not want him barging into my office like he did that other poor, innocent girl."

"He doesn't even live here."

"What you meant to say was 'Yes Ma'am' and I expect those photos when you are done pleasing Your Owner. Understood?"

"Yes Ma'am," Jennifer sighed as she looked back down at the phone. Professor Khalid left the room. "Fucking hell… fuck… I hate this."

She bit her bottom lip as she squirmed about in her chair. She dared not even admit to herself how wet and worked up this had made her. She clutched the phone tightly. She felt like she was between a rock and a hard place but she had to grasp onto something firmly, a lifeline, and if Professor Khalid was that, so be it. She just hoped she was not trading one evil for another.

Kim endured her last class of the day. A boring lecture that seemed to drag on. Luckily, she had the app to entertain her. The features were limited in the beta program but so far it allowed her to monitor Jennifer's vitals, similar to how Alice had access them to, she could open or close portals remotely, deploy the additional products such as oral helper and vibro-lube, even set them on a timer and also contact Alice for assistance by text.

Overall, very basic features but they promised to expand them. Kim had a number of suggestions of her own she submitted in the feedback section. Everything from tracking ovulation cycles with the medical data here, to deploying more than just lubricants through the portals. She wondered just how advanced their portal technology was. What were the limits? Did it even truly have any? If she could use this technology to make Jennifer…

Her thoughts were interrupted as her phone buzzed. A message from Jennifer. More importantly, a photo. Kim grinned as she glanced around and made sure no one was behind her in the lecture hall before opening it. She gasped as she looked upon it. What a perfect image.

It was a selfie of Jennifer taken using a bathroom mirror, reflecting a blank wall behind her, but more importantly Jennifer's naked body and the state it was in. Written around her face in her own purple lipstick was the word 'WHORE'; only her mouth was the 'O', open and ready. Upon her forehead in black marker was 'SLUTTY' as a preface to 'WHORE'.

This was just the beginning, as looking down her body Kim was proud to see Jennifer had written 'Cheer-Bimbo!' in pink marker across her chest, right about her small breasts. Said breasts were labelled in black marker once more 'Tiny' and 'Tits'. There was more writing below them that said 'Plz Pinch Hard' with an arrow either end of the text curling up to point at her nipples.

Upon her stomach was the sentence 'I Deserve To Be Punished' followed by Jennifer's own signature. Above her pussy were the words, in thicker black letters, 'Owned Cunt'. On one of her thick thighs was '$5 Hooker' and on the other were the words 'Breeding Stock' with a big arrow under it heading up towards her pussy.

Kim was very impressed. Jennifer must have worked really hard to get all this exact. Especially to write it upon her own body. It was no easy task. And to do it between classes. Actually checking her schedule she was almost late for her third class of the day while Kim was finishing up her final one. She texted back.

Me: Colour me impressed. Work like this deserves a reward.

Jennifer: Thank u, My Owner.

Me: What do you want as a reward?

Jennifer: An orgasm would be amazing. Your toy… thing… has been teasing me all day with no release.

Me: Liar. I know you came earlier today. You naughty little slut.

Jennifer: I am sorry. I didn't know you knew that.

Jennifer: I mean. I am sorry it happened and I displeased u. Not that you knew that… I… sorry.

Jennifer: Plz forgive me, My Owner.

Me: I will since you did such a good job with this punishment. But tell me, how did you make yourself cum? When?

Jennifer: When the Prof took me out of class. I got myself off in a bathroom stall.

Me: Tell me how.

Jennifer: I fingered myself while ur toy buzzed inside of me.

Me: More details.

Jennifer: I used two fingers, I really just fucked myself hard with them, I was not thinking, I just went for it. I also played with my clit.

Me: Just like the brainless bimbo you are. You really are nothing more than a slutty whore. That photo you sent me is the perfect representation of you. Tell me it's true.

Jennifer: It is.

Me: What are you?

Jennifer: A slutty whore bimbo?

Me: Do better. What are you?

Jennifer: I am a slutty, bimbo brained, whore who is no better than a sex toy. I'm ur cumdump and ur breeding toy. Nothing more than holes for u 2 use and ****. U alone own me and these holes.

Me: Much better. You can have your orgasm.

Kim turned the vibrating plug up to maximum for the first time today. She knew what that felt like. It was a jack hammer going off in your rectum. It never failed to make Kim cum fast and hard. She could only imagine how it was affecting Jennifer. Actually, she no longer needed to imagine. She could see it, with the app. She opened that and watched as Jennifer's body reacted to it.

Jennifer, for her part, almost fell flat on her face. She caught herself on the bathroom sink, shrieking as her legs shook and she dropped her phone onto the vanity. Her ass was trembling like there was an earthquake occurring and it was the faultline. Her whole body was instantly flush and sweating.

She had not expected the vibrator to be capable of such an intense level of stimulation. Then again she had never had a vibrator stuck up her ass. This was a whole new ball game. She moaned and squealed, her voice echoing off the tiled walls as she bit her bottom lip.

Jennifer glanced up at herself in the mirror and almost had a heart attack. Fuck she looked so whorish and slutty. She did not know if she wanted to get fucked by or fuck herself. It was so hot to watch her own body, degraded and humiliated like this, be made to cum by Her Owner.

She had had no idea why she asked for an orgasm as a reward rather than something else, but now she realised why. It was hot as fuck to be treated this way. Blackmailed and **** to stultify herself. She was practically drooling her own juices down her thighs before asking for her reward, now she was about to explode. Here and now… the vibrations stopped and her phone buzzed.

Unknown: Finish yourself off while calling yourself degrading names. Record it and send it to me or I make you wear your new writing back to your next class.

Jennifer groaned. She really wanted that orgasm. And worse yet there was no way she would go to class with the writing on her face. Even if she was faking going to them she still needed to play the part. At the same time she barely wanted to give photos… a recording… that was a whole new level. What would she respond if she did need to go to class? What was Her Owner expecting from her? She texted back with this in mind.

Me: What can I have for an audio only recording?

Unknown: You can wash your face before class.

Me: Deal.

Jennifer immediately pulled up a recording app and reached down to begin playing with herself. She was not sure where to start with her words but as she looked up in the mirror she instantly knew. "Stupid whore," Jennifer growled before moaning as she plunged two fingers into her messy cunt. "Fucking… slut."

She breathed hard as she looked at herself standing there. She tried to imagine it was someone else she was looking at. Another woman, standing here naked, and with these words written upon her body, fingers in her cunt as she desperately tried to get off. "Look at your stupid bimbo face… you are a dirty, little slut."

She gasped as she felt her pussy clench around her fingers. "You like that? You like being called a dirty little slut? Look at your face… slutty whore… whores get paid you stupid cunt," Jennifer said and she did not know why she did it but she slapped herself, in the face, hard. She winced from the impact as the sound echoed around the room.

She blinked as she looked back in the mirror. Her cheek had a red mark. Maybe she had gone a little too far there… but the way her body shook and she felt herself gush upon her own hand… she enjoyed it too much to take it back. "You're not a whore. You're just a stupid bimbo with your slutty little body… and a fat ass.. And mmmm… tiny tits… you're a pathetic, useless, fucking… fucking… Ahhhh… fucking sad excuse for a slut… who can't even… mmm… can't even have control of her own holes!"

Jennifer was really getting into it. She had never talked to herself this way before. Others had. Both in and out of the bedroom. She had been called all manner of degrading and humiliating things. Most resulted in her putting the offender in their place either physically or by undermining them socially. But the ones in the bedroom had always gotten away with it. She just never imagined saying this sort of thing to herself.

"You really like it, you dirty fucking slut!" Jennifer said as she reached down and grasped one of her breasts. Damn it felt so small in her hand. Groaning as her fingers thrust in and out of her she felt around till she grasped her little nipple. "What's the point of being a slutty bimbo without tits? You're such a fake-ass bimbo-wannabe slut!"

Jennifer pinched her nipple and twisted as she came with a moan. Her whole body shook and she found herself stumbling back till she hit the wall behind her and slit down onto the ground. She whimpered while she orgasmed. She was breathing hard and took a few moments to calm down before groaning. Damn… she was all sorts of fucked up if she had gotten herself off to that.

She crawled over and pulled herself up the sink to reach for her phone and turn off the recording. She then sent that to Her Owner, and while it was being sent she took a moment to look herself over. She was a mess. Not only the writing across herself but her hair was dishevelled and body still dripping with sweat as her skin looked flushed and eyes watery. Jennifer took a few moments to put herself back together before the phone buzzed.

Unknown: Wow and I thought I called you some rude ass names. You really let yourself have it. You have earned this , you pathetic excuse for a slut, was it? I have to use some of these for you. This is gold. Wash your face. Go to class. You don't have long.

Me: Thanks, My Owner.

Jennifer tapped at her phone with shaky hands before sending off that message. She took the time to wash her face. Removing the lipstick was easy but the marker was a lot more difficult. She considered removing the rest of the writing from her body but there was always the chance Her Owner would ask for proof of it later. Not to mention they seemed to know things… better to keep it. Her clothes would cover it up anyway. Besides… she kinda found it hot to have that on… underneath.

Kim was biting her bottom lip as she re-listened to Jennifer's audio recording on her earbuds. She had the volume way down to make sure no one overheard her. She was hard as steel in her panties. Girl cock begging to be let out. And she was almost tempted to try something here in class but it was wrapping up and Kim had places to be.

She packed up and made her way out behind everyone else. Rather than head to the bus stop like she normally would, she went to a specific parking lot. Kim glanced around. She was looking for what type of car again? She looked at her phone only for a horn to blast and she looked up to see Raven sitting in a nearby car, waving at her.

Kim made her way over and opened the door, putting her bag at her feet as she cambered into the passenger seat. "So how was school today? Get into any trouble? Kiss any cute boys or girls? Tell Muma Raven what happened."

"Muma Raven? What am I? Your daughter?" Kim asked jokingly as she pulled on her seat belt.

"Depends if my wife is up for some role play," Raven said as she reached over, put the car into drive and then moved her hand to Kim's knee as they took off. "That and if we can get you a sexy school girl outfit."

"Okay but you have to dress less like one of the goth kids from south park and more like Morticia Adams if you want to play mummy," Kim said and Raven flinched.

"Ouch, but noted. Don't worry, Hannah is MILF enough for both of us," Raven said as she slowly massaged her hand up Kim's thigh. "So tell me, anything interesting, at all, happen at school?"

"With me? Not much but Jennifer had a fun day," Kim said and began to relay the abridged version of what had happened. "... and I'll show you the photo later but she looks so fucking slutty and hot."

"What about the audio?"

"Maybe another time. I'm still getting over that."

"I can feel," Raven said as they came to a red light and her hand cupped Kim's bulging panties under her skirt. "Did your slutty little girlfriend get you all worked up?"

"Yeeeeeah," Kim sighed as Raven's hand teased her. "She can be so inconsiderate."

"You could always fuck her now," Raven said as she grasped and squeezed at Kim's bulge making her moan.

"She's in class…"

"So?"

"Mmmm… good point," Kim said as she reached for her bag and pulled out the toy. She had to free it from the plastic sleeve before revealing the asshole still with the base of her butt plug sticking out of it. "I think she's had enough of this. Don't want to lose it to her either." Kim grasped the butt plug and pulled it free with a satisfying pop.

"Lose it? Does your girlfriend like to steal your toys?" Raven asked with a curious glance as she fiddled around with Kim's panties.

"Something like that," Kim sighed as her panties were pushed aside and her hard girl cock sprung out. "I think her ass has had enough attention today. I want to feel her pussy." Kim changed the settings to the pussy portal and watched as it flashed over to Jennifer's drooling cunt.

"Do you need protection?"

"Nope," Kim said and pressed down on the button for vibro-lube. Better make sure Jennifer was nice and fertile for her. Maybe this would be her shot that knocked Jennifer up. "She likes it raw."

"Sounds like my wife," Raven said with a smirk as she moved her hand away as the light turned green. She drove forward as Kim lined the toy up with her girl cock and pressed it down. She groaned as she sunk down into the depths of Jennifer's bare cunt. "Might want to extend it for leverage."

"Good… mmm… idea," Kim moaned, extending the toy back to its normal size as she felt her girl cock enveloped by the warm slickness of Jennifer's hole. She also loved the feeling of the lubricant vibrating around her. "Fuck she feels so good!"

"She really worked you up, huh?" Raven said teasingly as she listened to Kim moan and groan while working the toy up and down while keeping her eyes on the road. "Did her words really have that much of an impact on you? Or was seeing her perform your punishment you set her just too much to ignore? I bet you love having her **** herself for you."

"She slapped herself… I can hear it in the recording," Kim groaned as she eagerly fucked the toy up and down upon her girl cock. "I didn't even ask her to… and she did… she did it… she treated herself like such a fucking slut! It's so hot."

"Fuck… now I really want to listen to it… can we please? I can put your phone onto my car's Bluetooth," Raven begged as she licked her lips. "I want to hear the slutty cheerleader humiliate herself."

"I guess… since you are doing this for me," Kim said as she waved between them. She pulled out her phone only to fumble for the other phone, the one to contact Jennifer rather than her normal one. She noticed a sidelong look from Raven but if the other woman thought anything odd about this, she did not comment on it. Kim connected the phone and started the recording.

"Oh wow… she even sounds like a bitch while calling herself so much worse," Raven commented as she heard Jennifer's voice for the first time. "Yeah… I'd want to punish someone like that too. Her voice is almost grating…"

"It's so hot to hear her speak like that about herself rather than others," Kim said biting her bottom lip as Jennifer continued to ramble on.

"Ohhhhhh," Raven gasped at the sound of the slap. "That must have hurt… Here let me." She reached over and took control of the toy from Kim. "She really must have gotten into it. Hear the way she attacks herself. What vicious, vile and lustfulled degradation towards her own self. It's delectable."

"You should… mmm… take up poetry," Kim moaned as Raven set a very strict and firm pace with the toy. Working it up and down Kim with such perfect precision and **** that Kim wondered if she could give a sex machine a run for its money. She could only imagine what hell Jennifer was enduring in her class as she was railed like this.

"Please, poetry is like oxygen to us goth girls," Raven said as she continued to casually drive along while absolutely demolishing Kim with Jennifer's cunt. It was like she was jacking Kim off, only it was with Jennifer's cunt. Kim could not long last under this.

Jennifer had been trying to get some work down on her laptop. Sat there in Professor Kahlid's chair. She found it hard with the words still written on her body, even under her clothing. Just knowing they were there, it made her feel so horny and distracted. Not to mention the butt plug, buzzing around within her asshole.

It was with relief, and no small amount of dread, Jennifer gasped as she felt the plug shift as someone applied pressure to it before pulling it free from her asshole. She almost felt empty without it, lonely even, but what was coming next? The portal switched to her pussy and she tensed.

She was already wet and ready, yet, she felt another healthy dose of lubricant fill her before being stuffed full of a familiar cock. It took her a few thrusts before she realised she need not hold in her moans. They echoed around the office as she squirmed about. Her breathing was shallow and she got flushed already.

She had been fantasising about the feeling of this cock inside her again for the whole day, ever since she had tasted it this morning. She lounged back in the Professor's chair, disregarding her work completely, as she felt her body be ravaged. She hated how much she had missed this. Almost as much as she hated how much she enjoyed it now.

The familiar frantic pace changed and she felt odd at first but when it picked back up into that rapid, yet , deep thrust she simply grasped on tightly to the arms of the chair and moaned. It was like she was being dicked down hard. She could almost imagine Woody hammering down into her as he grunted and huffed.

His sweat across those rippling muscles upon his bronze chest, the taste of his lips upon hers, her hair draped out across the mattress, back seat of his car or even a park bench. Jennifer wished she had spent her time with Woody better. Maybe she was stupid for wishing it but being on edge all day, just waiting to be filled with a cock that may or may not come, it made her more than a little dick crazy.

She had to remind herself this was not Woody. It was a stranger. Though less so now. It was Her Owner. The one that had possession of not just the toy she bought for Woody but through it, her holes. All of them, in the palm of those hands. She was little more than a sex toy herself. And right now she was being used like never before.

Kim had to fight for her life not to completely lose it. She was trying so hard not to overreact and bump Raven or otherwise distract her. But the feeling of that perfect little cunt sliding up her down her girl cock at the rhythm Raven set was almost too much to handle. She grunted and moaned.

Raven watched with amusement as she continued to drive. She enjoyed having this sort of power over Kim. Not to mention the power she now held over Jennifer in the palm of her hand. She wished she could see the slut's face. If it was anything like Kim's, it would have made Raven's day.

"I'm going to cum!" Kim exclaimed as her finger nails dug into her thighs.

"Fill her up, fill this bitch's cunt with your cum," Raven said as she slammed the toy down into Kim's lap. The trans woman tensed up and gasped as she felt her cock throb before unloading herself into Jennifer. She let out a very satisfied moan as Raven pulled into a parking lot. "Feel better?"

"Much," Kim sighed as she felt her cock still twitching within Jennifer's cum-bloated cunt. Raven pulled the toy away and with rather nimble fingers both turned off the portal and parked the car.

"Looks like you need a clean up," Raven said, glancing down at Kim's softening cock, still caked in Jennifer's juices and her own cum. Before Kim could respond, Raven took off her seatbelt, leaned over, and enveloped Kim's cock between her lips. She sunk down onto the base and moaned around it before pulling back to reveal a glistening, clean girl cock. "Mmmmm, tasty."

"Goddamn woman!" Kim exclaimed, her heart racing and hands shaking as she looked between her cleaned cock and the goth licking her lips. "You have got to teach me that move!"

"That's what we are here for. Take your toy and get your stuff. Let's go in," Raven said, handing back the portal toy and opening the car door. Kim stuffed the toy away in her bag and got up to follow Raven into… well she did not know where. But she was excited to find out. She was still so mind blown by what just happened, and anxious about what was about to happen, that she did not even think about how Jennifer must be doing.

Jennifer was doing great. She had cum herself almost immediately after having that load dumped into her. Her pussy still twitched as the portal closed and she moaned to herself while groaning at the feeling of hot spunk leaking out into her panties beneath those leather pants.

It sucked that there was no way to clean up that mess till later when she removed her pants but at least if she had been in class it would not have been a worry about leaking.

Not that she would have been able to contain herself then in that moment. With dick that good slamming into her like that, after a day of being teased, humiliated and toyed with. It was a miracle she had not been loud enough to draw attention here. Talk about a wild study break, but she had more work to do as she turned back to her laptop.