Yet another girl

When you actually think about it a bit, you know that it's unlikely you'll get to every girl in the room and have time to fuck one (or more) of them. And really, between the three that Martell has already 'presented' to you, there's plenty of entertainment to be had. But the truth is that you're having too much fun seeing how the perverted Madame twists the girls in order to appeal to you. So with a feigned frown you say, "Hmm, maybe... but I'd like to see some more options before I make my decision."

"Of course," Professor Martell says with a nod, "I want to make sure you are satisfied with your choice, and three girls can barely be considered a sample of what we offer here."

Bunny squeals in her improvised gag as you and Martell turn away from her, knowing that without you she isn't going to be getting the release she now desperately craves. Seeing that you won't be swayed, she lets out a whimper and goes back to pitifully attempting to hump her desk.

You look around the room for your next target, and you find her sitting near the back row. She was a very fair skinned girl with long wavy black hair, and wearing a knee length striped skirt with black heels and a designer blouse. But what made her stand out more than her expensive clothes was that she was noticeably calmer than her peers, still nervous but decidedly more distant. Perhaps she thought not panicking would keep her under the radar, but instead it only heightened your curiosity.

As you walk over to her, the girl looks away from Bunny and directly at you. Upon realizing that you've set your sights on her, she visibly scowls in frustration.

"Shit, I was hoping to avoid this," she mutters, before putting on a brave face and saying, "Not that it'll matter in a moment, but I'm..."

"Ah, Lady Vandercunt," Madame Martell says almost perfectly on cue, putting a slight emphasis on the last syllable, "I thought a man like yourself would enjoy a more refined selection."

"Yeah, great, whatever, I'm Lady Vandercunt," the girl says, rolling her green eyes, "Can we just get this over with already? I saw what happened to the other girls, I know by now begging's pointless."

"Show some respect, Vandercunt!" Madame Martell hisses, leaning forward intimidatingly, "If you embarrass me in front of Mr. Birch, so help me God..."

'Lady' Vandercunt pursed her glossy red lips, but manages to hold herself back from saying anything more.

"You've got quite a mouth on you," you say, actually a little impressed at her refusal to back down.

Martell stands back up and turns to you, all pleasant smiles once more, "My apologies, Mr. Birch. Lady Vandercunt comes from a rather prestigious family, so she tends to think she's above the other girls. Well, when she's too not busy indulging herself anyway."

"Indulging herself?" you ask.

"Why yes," Martell says, her grin getting an unnerving sharpness to it, "The 'Lady' doesn't like to admit it, but the reason she's here is because her family disowned her after discovering her little perverted secret."

"And that would be?" you ask.

"That Lady Vandercunt here is a cumpire."

"A what?" you and Vandercunt say at the same time, her voice carrying a bit more incredulity than yours.

"A cumpire," Madame Martell repeats, before explaining, "It's a very rare condition that's quite unique to her family tree, probably the result of her ancestors' insistence on 'keeping the blood pure'."

"Is she dangerous?" you ask, looking between the former professor and the student who was clearly getting fed up with all of this.

Madame Martell laughs, "Oh no no no, of course not. What it means is that she loves the smell and taste of cum, whether it's in the form of a man's semen or a woman's pussy juice. Nothing makes her happier than burrowing that posh little face of her into someone's crotch and going to town on their naughty bits."

"What? Eeeew, that's... that's disgusting!" Lady Vandercunt says, though you can't help but notice her eyes flicker over to Bunny as she says this. The blonde nympho is facing towards the front of the class, the perfect position for showing off her pussy and the literal fountain of cum pouring out of it as she squirms pitifully.

"Lady Vandercunt too ashamed to admit it, but she's obsessed with getting her face into someone's crotch any way she can," the older woman continues, "Once she got so **** that I caught her trying in vain to lick her own pussy!"

You snicker at this, and Madame Martell laughs as well. Lady Vandercunt does not look amused, grumbling under her breath even as she continues to stare at Bunny, her face red with both embarrassment and what you're quickly learning to recognize as arousal.

Once she comes down from laughing, Martell says, "Luckily, we found a way to help her cope. It turns out that since she loves the scent so much, used underwear can make a satisfying substitute for her, especially if the wearer's cum is still in it."

This causes Lady Vandercunt's eyes to snap back towards the two of you, wide with realization at what's coming, "Oh no. HELL no."

"Perhaps a demonstration is in order," Madame Martell says wickedly, "I'll be just a moment."

The professor turns on her heel and makes her way over to where 'Slutbot' is currently seated, the poor girl still under the effects of her mental suggestions. Martell goes over to the clothes that the student was **** to discard and fishes her white panties out of them. After a moment's thought, she then wordless approaches the helpless girl and rubs the panties on her wet twat. Slutbot trembles at the stimulation, but the command from earlier keeps her whimpers silent. Once satisfied, Madame Martell brings the panties back over and tosses them on Lady Vandercunt's desk, the fabric making a soft squelch as it hits the hard surface.

"There you go dear," Martell says to the raven haired girl, "Bon appetite."

Lady Vandercunt shakes her head defiantly at her former professor, "Nuh uh, no way! I don't know how you're doing this, or what batshit crazy **** you're on right now, but you will not make me sniff Slutbot's panties!"

"Oh, I'm not going to make you do anything you don't want to do," Madame Martell says teasingly, before turning to you and saying, "It shouldn't take very long. She hasn't had a decent fix all day."

"Bullshit..." Lady Vandercunt mutters, but already you can see that her eyes keep drifting back down to the wet panties on her desk. You catch a waft of the black girl's arousal coming off of them, and Lady Vandercunt does too judging by the way her nostrils flare up. The hardness of her face softens a bit, and you see her tremble slightly. Almost unconsciously, she leans forward, bringing her face ever so slightly closer to the undergarments...

"Okay, this is taking too long," Madame Martell suddenly says, reaching for the panties, "I'm sorry for wasting your time, I've clearly underestimated her-"

"NO!" Lady Vandercunt shouts, her hand darting out and snatching the panties before Martell can get to them. She clutches the soaked underwear to her chest possessively, slowly looking down at it with a mixture of horror and awe.

"...This is so fucked up..." she mutters to herself, before pressing the cum-soaked panties to her face and inhaling deeply.

"See? Totally obsessed," Madame Martell says with a smile and flourish of her hand, "Of course, it's a subpar substitute for direct face-to-crotch contact, but it gives her enough of a fix between customers to keep her manageable. Once she's done with that, she'll probably move on to sniffing her own panties next. Of course, I'm betting she'd be more happy to have your dick in her mouth, and be twice as enthusiastic with it too. Or you could pick another girl as well and let her go crazy on her snatch while you watch. I'm sure Bunny would love that!"

Lady Vandercunt doesn't say anything, too engrossed in the underwear covering her nose and mouth. You can hear her nose working overtime to sniff it as deeply as possible as many times as she can manage, and even the occasional slurp of the tongue as she licks the pussy juice off of the panties. The other girls that don't have their own problems look on in fear at how sudden the change was, but all you can think about is how that mouth would work wrapped around your cock.