How would you like to dress up or down as your favorite fairy tail character!” The loud speakers blasted this announcement all over campus. “This Sexday everybody who wishes to enter show up to the Beach Orgasm (that orgasm part made Clarissa relive how she first meet X, cum trickled down her leg) Quad in your costume!” Without even looking Clarissa could feel the energy, “Do you want to go shopping” it is a good thing that Clarissa’s accent had adopted to the island cuz before she got finished speaking Angie had taken the words right from her mouth. “Yes yesss yesssssssss let’s go.. I want to go now butt (spanking Clarissa’s ass) we better get to class. “Today is my day to get off so what do you mean “we”?” Clarissa was curious butt Angie hooked her arm. “I’m glad you asked” hearing the click of metal on metal, “cuz you are cuming when I say so” Angie finished with a steady resistance to Clarissa’s collar.
“Good day to Masters and Mistresses” Professor Fuckner said. She was in thigh high high heels with a armless corset, all black leather polished to a shine with the licks of her Sub. What was it about being a submissive that turned Clarissa into a weak kneed moan machine that can’t stop cuming. And now tits down, ass up with Angie’s spiked heels resting on her back. A quick strike to Clarissa’s flesh, the crack of the crop as it stings her ass, the cum that was forming along her pussy lips. Of all the classes offered by Wet Dreams University this was one of the benefits about being a Sub, the chance to curb your willingness to cum on the first strike as each of the Masters or Mistresses get lectured about how, when and where to land their crop’s. “Excellent placement of your crop. A little harder next time to redden the skin a few shades darker, Angie. You can not look weak in front of your Sub” Professor Fuckner added looking and critiquing everyone’s cropping. “Again” she called reaching the end of the line. Finally getting to Angie, “Nice.. and she did not moan. The exact same spot only on the other cheek. You see Masters and Mistresses this is how the whipping of your Sub’s should be done. Bonus points for this demonstration Angie good work. Oh and tell your Sub to cum, the hole idea is to tease them not torture them” as Professor Fuckner moved along the line.
“Still like the way Cy spanked my ass better.. those drum sticks, fuck I am going to cum again (rubbing her clit while walking not the most sincere way of masturbating butt when your on the move it works. Grabbing ahold of Angie’s arm, squeezing it so hard as her orgasm intensified. Striking Clarissa’s bum, “I should punish you for leaving a trail” Angie said. Being playful or serious sometimes was hard to tell with Angie butt from the way her finger rotated against Clarissa’s clit you could almost be certain that she wanted Clarissa to have multiple orgasms.
“Where here, my home away from home or is this my home and WDU is my.. anyway cum on” Angie buzzed into the crowd disappearing from Clarissa’s view. “Wait what is this leash doing on my hand?” Forgetting Clarissa was even with her until she looked into Clarissa’s eyes. “Oh yeh, there you are cum on let’s go” darting into the store. “Cosplay is Ur Play” showed in all its glory. “Have you got any idea about what you’re going to undress as” stepping out of the changing room before Clarissa knew what was going on. Pushing Clarissa forward so her booty was thrust out. “What the Ooo Ooo fuckkk.. … Mmmmmmmmm” Clarissa moaned. Feeling strong hands gripping her hips as the tongue dove right into her pussy. Dragging it along the back wall of her trembling slit. “I’m.. I’m.. Ooooh fuckkk Mmm yesss (this terrified Clarissa butt also turned her one to the point of cuming) OooohOooohOooohOoooh Mmm OooohOooohOooohOoooh..” her journey of playing the entire way here only gave more to the orgasm that started as soon as the tongue lapped at the clit. “No, no nOoo don’t make Mmm OooohOooohOooohOoooh (thrusting her hips forward, the hands still held on restricting her movements) OooohOooohOooohOoooh” Clarissa didn’t know who was eating her out, a scary thought. Reaching between her legs, hand shaking, spreading her pussy lips so this mystery tongue could delve deeper into her cunt. Her hair tumbled out of the loose bun and cascaded around her face, blinding everybody to the open mouthed site that was Clarissa. Dragging the tongue back, putting pressure on the pink skin getting ever closer to the pit fall of Clarissa’s tight pussy. One buck, one thrust, one major orgasm caused her knees to buckle. Her fingers changed positions from holding to playing. Round and around they went never stopping despite the thrusts, quaking even the jerks. The tongue dove down into the ocean of pink. Further and further it went, flaring and flicking at every turn. “I’m.. … to ..m, Oh m.. f..k” her mind awash with orgasms and only one person was responsible, Angie Everheart.