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Luke stared at his phone in disbelief. By all accounts, there was no way he could be seeing what he was seeing. And yet, there it was, right there on his screen: a snap of a young adult girl – almost definitely one of his own students – lifting her shirt up, exposing her pert little breasts to him… her nipples hard. Clearly turned on.

Luke was breathing staccato breaths, suddenly realizing he needed to find a chair and sit down. He mindlessly tapped the screen, bringing the phone back to Snaapchat’s normal screen, though the anonymous account quickly sent him another picture snap that he was almost scared to open.

He never thought in a million years that anything like this had to happen. What could have even led to this?!

***

Luke Fitzpatrick was an incredible researcher. Fantastic, even. One of the best. His university would have had to have been blind deaf and dumb to not pick him when he applied for his Master’s degree. Sure enough, when he started his advanced degree, he was churning out papers and earning grants and even getting eyes on his local program.

The only problem was that Luke was as antisocial and bookish as they came.

It wasn’t out of necessity – Luke was incredibly attractive in his own way. A youthful face with a button nose and chocolate-brown eyes, and a shy, almost vulnerable smile. If he liked music as much as he liked his research, he probably could have been in a boy band and made a fortune. His baby face, featuring cheekbones a photographer would have admired for their artistic perfection, never sported any kind of facial hair on it. His frame was svelte and wiry, and his hair and clothing were as proper and tidy as he was – which just made him all the more intriguing for the girls in his life.

Luke was not asexual, but he was, unfortunately, clueless. He had this idea that whenever he caught a girl looking at him then giggling to her friend after – an occurrence that started for him in high school – he figured either she thought he looked funny, or there was something on his face. Too often, Luke would catch a girl staring at him, promptly make his way to the nearest bathroom, inspect his face for blemishes in the mirror, and conclude, “Nothing. She must have thought I looked funny.” He scoffed, not really caring that he was ugly – in his mind only – but still feeling sullen that he would get bullied like that.

To an extent, Luke was aware of his cluelessness, as well as his antisocial behavior. Technically it was “asocial,” since antisocial meant a behavioral pattern of disregard for social norms and the feelings of others, but whenever he tried to make that clear, he got a look that just confirmed how oblivious he was. So, he accepted the colloquial definition of “antisocial,” and just hoped he wouldn’t accidentally call himself “antisocial” to the wrong person, like a Psychology Department professor or something.

Not that he had to worry about that. Luke didn’t really talk to people. He didn’t have anything particularly against it; he just had no clue how small talk worked and any attempts to get to know people on a deeper level kind of backfired for him. He was content to live for his research and his other worldly pleasures, and so he decided that he wouldn’t waste time, energy, and perhaps the comfort of others on trying to sharpen a skill simply not meant for him. So many people were good at socializing – Luke was very much at peace with being someone who wasn’t.

Given this, it wasn’t optimal that the school had a particular clause to their Master’s program: every student had to be the Teaching Assistant, or TA, for a class. Luke balked at the idea of being in front of others, staring them down and attempting to assert how they needed to take in their lessons and write their assignments, so he tried to claim one of the online classes. Sadly, too many of the others – likely some peers living off-campus or other introverts – got there first. Luke was stuck with an in-person seminar.

It was clear from the outset that this was going to be an uphill battle for him. From the get-go, whenever he tried to make a point or communicate something to his students, he wasn’t sure if any of them were understanding or even listening. Of course, he was clueless and knew it, so they could have all been uninterested – not disinterested, there’s a difference – or entirely invested, and poor Luke wouldn’t have known the difference between the two.

This wasn’t a problem until he saw the grades in his seminar. Attendance was down in the “less mandatory” seminars, and the assignments assigned through seminar had wildly varying grades compared to those assigned through the lectures. Worse yet, the same students with grades that would have looked like a sine wave if plotted on a graph seemed to have no struggles with the papers assigned through the main lecture. Luke could see the data, and he could parse the information that his seminar was the dependent variable here. The knowledge of “this seminar needs to change its tactics” was clear. The only thing left was the wisdom of how it should change.

Luke did what he did best and started doing his research. Successful “modern” teaching techniques (even though the operative word was “contemporary,” since technically, the “modern” era ended roughly after the Second World War). How “cool” teachers did things. The dynamic between students and teachers, and how the “sheep versus wolves” model was perhaps outdated. Luke was blown away by how little actual education was based on concrete research, and decided to be radical. He needed to conduct his own research, on the fly.

The idea he came up with was simple on its face. He would facilitate a more open and social space, using more inclusive and friendlier language, aided by communicative tools. More specifically, he would offer a backchannel of communication as a gesture of good will. To bolster his students’ interests, Luke needed to offer his own interest first. All he needed was the tool.

He felt particularly out of touch Googling “trendiest social media apps” but everyone needs to start somewhere. He eventually landed on Snaapchat, a name he’d heard once or twice before. As he started to read articles on it (because yes, Luke decided to read articles about how Snaapchat worked) he started nodding along, appreciating its design choices. Messages and pictures that disappeared once they were read? It was… ephemeral, much like spoken language. Nothing was left behind, so there was no reason to re-read and obsess. Luke promptly reached for his phone and downloaded it.

After opening it and browsing its user interface for a bit, Luke emailed a few colleagues and asked them if they had Snaapchat, and if they would be okay with “practicing sending Snaps (if that’s the right word) back and forth.” Naturally, all of Luke’s emailed friends were bewildered that he even got Snaapchat in the first place, but a few agreed. Twenty-four hours later, Luke was satisfied. He knew how to use the tools presented to him. The next step was to implement them wisely.

***

“Okay, that’s, um, that’s the seminar,” Luke concluded, getting up and reaching for a whiteboard marker. He hated how foreign all these social conventions were to him – his heart was racing knowing he was going to really go through with this. “If you need to reach me for school purposes, you know my email, and…” he continued, as he wrote his username on the whiteboard. “…if it’s for anything else, here’s my Snaapchat.”

The seminar group reacted as expected: slight confusion, but no one bothered to speak up much anyway, so no one initially said anything. Luke knew this was weird, but he just hoped it would be weird in a good way.

One of the students looked from Luke to the username. “Is this for a class thing? Or…”

“No! Not for class, but rather, um, because why not?” Luke shrugged, playing it as cool as he could.

Luckily for him, that was good enough for his students. A couple of them laughed, and one guy couldn’t resist admitting, “You were like the last guy I expected to have a Snaapchat.”

Luke, graciously, laughed along. “Yes, you’re not the first one to tell me,” he admitted. A couple of his students just left the room, writing this off as a weird social convention they opted out of. To Luke’s relief, a couple of the students pulled out their phones, seemingly eager to play along. This was it. Social acceptance. Surely their attention, interest, and finally their grades would follow suit.

***

As expected, Luke went home and checked his phone to see that a few of his students added him. An unexpected fly in the ointment appeared rather quickly – only about half of the accounts that added them had the students’ names clearly visible. Luke frowned to himself, looking at the Bitmoji or Emojisonas or whatever of the mystery accounts. It wasn’t exactly a small number; of the seven accounts that followed him, four of them – over half – were anonymous accounts, for all intents and purposes. Still, Luke made sure not to make his account known to anyone except for his seminar, so he was reasonably sure these weren’t spam accounts or something. Throwing uncharacteristic caution to the wind, he added them back anyway.

The accounts with his students’ names attached to them exchanged pleasantries with Luke, and one of his more eager students even suggested they “get a streak going.” Luke had to Google that one before replying. Luke adopted a policy in his head – he would not send the first message, and wait for them to say hello first. After all, Luke was their teacher. He could not run the risk of annoying them with such a power dynamic in place.

Only one of the four “mystery” accounts ended up messaging him the first night. The Bitmoji was of a woman, although the look was ambiguous enough that Luke couldn’t be sure which of the girls in his seminar she was.

hey teach. lmao

Luke must have been out of touch. He thought “teach” was decades out of fashion. Unless she was using the term ironically…? Either way, it confirmed his suspicions that these four were likely students in his class that wished to remain anonymous. After thinking about it for a bit, Luke concluded that it was a right to privacy they were allowed, but even so, it wouldn’t hurt to inquire.

Hello! Which one of my students is this?

Luke sent the message and saw the little Bitmoji woman pop up in the corner of his screen. It remained there for a bit before a new message appeared.

;)

Luke leaned back in his chair, feeling a little stupid. Right, of course. Mischief. Why hadn’t he taken that into account? He moved his mouth around from side to side, thinking of the best way to reply. Eventually, he figured a little mischief was harmless and whoever this student was, they had a right to their privacy. He settled for replying with a .gif of Frodo from the Lord of the Rings, telling Gandalf, “alright then, keep your secrets.” It earned him a LOL, which he took as a victory.

***

The data was definitely inconclusive, but the trends were there. While the grades didn’t rise on a whole, something significant was achieved: the floor was raised. Some students hadn’t even bothered to hand in the previous assignment before Snaapchat entered the picture, but that trend hadn’t held. The best performers in the class were consistent with their latest assignment, and the “poorest performers” in the class were suddenly seemingly a lot more invested. This was a clear win, and while Snaapchat likely wasn’t the determining factor, it could have been a factor. That was good enough for Luke.

On the other hand, he was starting to suspect that either he’d miscalculated how his students would use Snaapchat on a whole or the mischief was coordinated on some level. By now, three of the four mystery accounts had messaged him… and all three refused to give him names. Two of the mystery accounts had Bitmojis, and two had not. Unfortunately to the oblivious Luke, even though he was now making a mental note of the messages and actively trying to match them up with which students they could potentially be, he couldn’t figure it out. The four students had complete control of the situation, and the three that messaged him appeared to be… enjoying that fact.

It seemed mostly harmless, and besides, the mystery accounts seemed to actually be fans of his teaching style, which was nice. It was common at this point for Luke to receive flattering messages after class.

Your seminar today was soooo interesting!

I love your classes, theyre my fav part of the week hehe

I could listen to you talk for hours tbh

It was high praise, though Luke wasn’t sure if he’d earned quite that level of flattery. Then again, they could just be wanting to improve their grades and thought flattery would get them somewhere. Luke giggled to himself, realizing they were in for a rude awakening, but hey, they were confirming to him that he was at least interesting to listen to. He wasn’t expecting that, but he would take all the victories he could get.

Luke did his best to adapt his behavior accordingly, and ensure that this new information wouldn’t be put to waste. He carried himself a bit more confidently in his seminars, tried to address students by their names directly, and did his best to laugh along with their jokes instead of letting them have their fun and waiting for the laughter to die down before mumbling, “yes. Anyway…”

And it was working. Slowly but surely, even his quieter students were beginning to contribute more. Grades were trending upwards. Whether it was from Snaapchat directly or from the confidence it gave him to be more involved in class, the experiment was a success. The only problem at this point was what he should do with the account.

Deactivating his Snaapchat at this point would have likely felt like a bait-and-switch to his students, possibly especially to the ones it impacted the most. What if deactivating it would reverse the progress…? And leaving the messages unopened would only delay the problem. It was clear to Luke that this now was an extra responsibility for his position. To be a good teacher, he needed to be an involved teacher.

So Luke played along, messaging back whenever any of his students sent him a message, even sending the occasional picture of his workstation whenever a student sent him a selfie. Luke himself was too nervous to send a selfie. Plus, whenever he opened the selfie camera, he stared back at what he saw; a very ugly individual. Instinctively, he turned it off every time. It likely would never see any action.

***

It was the weekend when the fourth account messaged Luke. To Luke, there was scarcely such a thing as a “day off,” so when his phone vibrated with the message, he was busy running numbers for his latest research paper. Quantitative research – the best kind. The vibration broke him out of his concentration, and when he finally looked at the screen, he saw it was well after 5pm. He’d been working for about three hours now, and could do with a break. Sitting back in his chair, he opened the message.

so is this an official school snaapchat account or what

The tone here was different from the usual messages he got. Luke stared at the message, frowning. Did the student perhaps think messaging him could be a breach of privacy? Naturally, he needed to correct the record.

No! Don’t worry. This is entirely personal. Just between us.

He nodded in satisfaction as the message was sent as he got up to stretch. He was sure that his clear language would assuage the student’s feelings, especially since this student in particular seemed to wait over a week to message him. Just as he closed his app, a notification popped up, telling him the mystery account had responded. He opened it to see the next message.

glad were on the same page ;)

Luke was glad too, although the emoji was a little tonally inconsistent. There was no joke there or anything. Perhaps they meant to make a smiley face and mistyped or something. Also, would it have killed them to add an apostrophe…? At least “youre” is not a word, but “were” means something entirely diff-

Luke was shaken from his thoughts with another vibration. The mysterious person sent him a picture this time. On autopilot, Luke opened the message… and nearly dropped his phone.

The picture was almost suspiciously well-taken, but Luke was not at all focused on the effort when he first opened the picture. Luke saw the body shot of a young woman, ending at the neck to conceal any hints of a face, wearing cozy sweatpants, and… strictly speaking, wearing a shirt. Problem was, the shirt was pulled up, exposing the young woman’s perky erect nipples to the camera.

Luke’s head was swimming. He’d never experienced anything like this in his life, and never considered the possibility that any of his students would ever use the Snaapchat connection like this. Knowing he needed to stop looking at the picture immediately, he just… sat and stared anyway. The woman even enabled the snap to remain on his phone until he tapped it, so he was able to stare at the picture for, theoretically, forever.

The camera was clearly on some kind of timer. In the picture, one of the hands was lifting up the girl’s shirt, and the other hand was teasingly traveling down her body, begging Luke to touch it. The woman’s room was lit with contrasting purple and orange lights, creating this lighting effect on her body that served to just highlight her curves even more. Her perky small breasts pointed right at the camera, as if they themselves were begging for Luke to reach through the screen and touch them.

And at that moment, Luke very well may have. To his own everlasting shame, he not only refused to look away, but became very aware of how tight his pants were getting. His mouth was dry. He realized then that it had been longer than usual since he’d last… relieved any pent-up pressure. Realizing quickly that he’d been frozen in place standing, he made the mental note that he should probably sit down before he passed out. His breaths were quick, rapid yet deep, compounding his lightheaded condition. He quickly tapped the screen mindlessly, not knowing what else to do, and collapsed into his chair to see an equally horrifying and enticing sight: a second picture message that he could open anytime.

For Luke, this was the moment that would test his resolve. As clueless as he might have been, there was no mistaking what this next message would contain. This was his test of professionalism. A truly responsible teacher would message her that he wasn’t opening that message, or unfriend her, or heavens, block her! That was what Luke had to do. That’s what he needed to do.

Luke opened the picture message.

He was immediately rewarded with the sight of the same woman, from an even more scandalous angle. This time, her shirt was completely off, with her puffy pink nipples on full display, as the hand that brought her shirt up in the picture before was now occupied in the opposite direction. The same hand was now yanking down the waistband of her sweatpants, revealing quite a few tidbits of information. One, she clearly was wearing nothing on underneath. Two, Luke could see a nicely trimmed bush practically inviting him in. Three, Luke’s mind was now screaming at him to jack off.

And so the picture remained on his phone, as Luke’s breathing got more and more labored. He couldn’t recall a time in his life he ever felt this excited. And she clearly knew who she was messaging. This was no mistaken identity, no slip of the thumb… she meant to take this for him!

Luke grunted, his cock now jumping in his pants. Even so, shame won out, and he tapped the screen, sending it back to the messages screen. Then, he laid his phone on his chest and panted. He was so excited he needed to breathe through his mouth. He felt like he was going to pass out… or like he was going to cum if he touched his cock.

His phone vibrated on his chest and he immediately picked it up, seeing a new message from this mysterious account.

no screenshot? coward ;)

Luke didn’t know what to make of this. Screenshotting Snaapchat messages was a social taboo, he had read that on a dozen-

In the chat, the woman sent over the same two images, and a moment later, the telltale grey background appeared behind them. She saved them in the conversation. She didn’t just want him to see… she wanted him to see them over and over.

tell me remove them if you dontt like em, haha

Luke was at a crossroads here. Until now, he said nothing. Now, he felt like he was being prompted. He had expressly been given an opportunity to do the right thing, but inversely, if he said nothing, it would be like he was okay with what was happening. Worse, the longer he hesitated, the more conflicted he would have looked.

His heart was pounding. He rehearsed a long-winded message: I understand the ramifications of this, but I must impart on you the seriousness of what we’re doing. If you are to do this, I want you to understand what we would be agreeing to, and furthermore, th-

omg i can hear you overthiking through the screen

if you like what you see, tell me. now pls

Luke swallowed. This was it.

I don’t like it.

I love it.

After sending the second message, he had to tear his eyes away from the screen just to breathe. If he had a paper bag handy, he’d be breathing into that. This felt like an upside-down world… and he wasn’t rejecting it. If anything, he was tempted to actually commit the gravest sin of all, and undo his fly. He saw the mysterious sender begin to reply.

OMG dont scare me like that lmao the first message stopped my heart

but im glad you like ;)

now say thank you.

Luke’s breath came out in a sharp gust. This woman had said less than a hundred words to him total and already, he had never met a girl like her. His cheeks burned crimson. His breathing didn’t recover. His cock throbbed in his pants.

Thank you.

Instantly, she started to reply. Luke was already blushing with need, and his shoulders were rising and falling with his breaths. The next message did it for him.

Good boy.

Every nerve between Luke’s legs lit up. He grunted, and did something he never did before in his life, something he thought only existed in story tropes – he shot a load in his pants. Hands-free, to boot. Fireworks splashed across his vision and sensations too blissful to articulate overwrote any thoughts of shame or bashfulness in the splendid moment.

Once he came back down to Earth, the moment was over, and Luke was just sitting in his chair, needing to change his undergarments, shame flooding his mind. He had just done something despicable. He could not be trusted around his students. He had to turn himself in.

He grabbed his phone, getting angrier and angrier at himself. He took this job to ensure these students get a good and uncompromised education. He had utterly failed his goal. He opened the messages and started typing.

What we have done here is wrong. We have perverted the dynamic of teacher and student. If we had any sense, we would stop doing this immediately.

Luke sent the first message and began typing a second about how he was planning to turn himself in and resign from his position teaching the class, consequences be damned. As he did, the student typed too, but given her message was much shorter, hers showed up on the screen first.

no need to give me the hard sell on how depraved this is. im already fingering myself thinking about it. haha

Luke gulped, feeling his face flush. Even though he was spent, his dick jumped in his pants. The mysterious woman kept typing, and if her last text was truthful, it was clearly being typed with one hand.

but this feels too good to stop. so dont be a silly boy. i wanted this. i sent this because i wanted to. all you have to do is say yes

Luke’s mind was absolutely swimming. He couldn’t say yes. He couldn’t tell her yes. If he typed yes, that would only confirm that he was not the person he thought he was. He breathed deep, finding the strength to let her down easy, to make sure he wouldn’t mess her up and abandon his principles. He typed one word, and one word alone.

Yes.

***

It was easier said than done. The next time Luke went to his seminar, “terrified” would have been a gentle de***********or for his emotions. All of that new confidence had taken a bit of a backseat, and he was worried about whether this disturbance might make the students’ grades recede again… but of course, that wasn’t the main thing making him worry.

One of the smartest things the exhibitionist student did was not show off her hair. That would have been the best indicator for who she was, but sadly, she took every precaution, it seemed, to hide her identity. Luke conducted his seminar and asked more questions than normal, eyeing in particular his female students – the majority of which, frustratingly, seemed to have similar-looking bodies. The questions he asked assisted in his backup plan – the student he talked to seemed spunky and defiant. Surely if he got to hear all of their voices, he’d be able to ascertain the most likely suspect.

Sadly, a number of factors worked against Luke’s favor. Chief among them was, to put it simply, his cluelessness and obliviousness. He wasn’t good at people, so when he watched the reactions, he wasn’t even sure what he was looking for. He was, at best, going by what his students described as “the vibes.” Worse yet, he forgot to factor in something he couldn’t do but doubtless others could – act. If he was clueless with normal behavior, then any student actively disguising their actions would most assuredly evade his efforts. All Luke was doing, in effect, was engaging the class and being more assertive about even the quiet ones having to answer his questions – admittedly, not a particularly negative consequence of this situation – and embarrassing himself. Hopefully the students weren’t aware of why he was more flustered in class these days.

***

As much as the thoughts were now consuming Luke’s mind, he could never initiate any kind of sexual conduct with this mystery person. Not while she was, most likely, his student. If anything, Luke was beginning to hope that maybe she wasn’t, that she had heard about this Snaapchat account from a friend and wanted to mess with him. As he opened his phone’s notifications, that possibility became less and less likely by the second.

u seemed pretty preoccupied in class.

was that me? orrrrr

Luke couldn’t help but chuckle. To anyone with half a brain, it was clear this student just wanted attention. It did really help, if Luke had to be in this precarious position, that there was no question he wasn’t taking advantage of some innocent schoolgirl that was confused or unsure of what she wanted. He was, naturally, still taking advantage and felt eternal shame for it – no matter what, he was put in this position to be a figure of trust, and to succumb to temptation of any kind, even temptation put blatantly in front of him by some succubus, was a betrayal of trust – but if small victories were going to mean anything to his denial-addled brain, which they were, Luke was at least glad he knew that he was by no means the one to initiate any of this.

Armed with that knowledge, Luke did his best to put shame out of his mind. In class, he was the Teaching Assistant. Here… he was Luke.

Of course it was you.

Luke wasn’t sure if giving her the exact affirmation she craved was a good or bad idea. He weighed the idea of denying it to her, but he worried that might make her escalate things, or worse yet, get angry and try to tear him down. At this point, the woman had ample evidence of Luke’s misconduct as a teacher, and, no doubt, as a human being.

Luke’s phone lit up with a new message.

good boy ;)

Shortly afterwards, she sent a picture, and Luke surprised himself with how quickly he opened it. No moral panic, no internal debate… in that moment, no shame. Perhaps he had misjudged himself. He opened the picture message, his cock already hardening. The image made it fully jump.

It was a close-up of the woman’s chest – smartly, she left even less identifiable markers available to Luke. Both nipples stared Luke in the face, and her free hand was tweaking one of her nipples enticingly, as if she were begging for Luke to come over and touch them for himself. And, to make her intent even more apparent, both nipples were rock-hard.

Luke lost himself in the moment. Without even thinking of what he was doing, he held down the volume button and the power button… and took a screenshot. On Snaapchat, this didn’t just bring a screenshot to your phone… it let the other person know you had taken a screenshot. Never mind the message he sent before – this was giving her the exact affirmation she craved, and her next messages proved it.

hahaha the screenshot

nice.

one rule: you have to tell me every time you jack off to them

No exceptions.

Luke’s cock was throbbing in his pants. He had never, ever in his life done anything that lewd… tell them that he was jacking off to them. The very suggestion made him nervous. Not to mention, if this woman was blackmailing him with the long game, him explicitly telling her his intentions would have been the most stupid move he could ever make.

But… what if… what if that wasn’t her intent? What if… what if this woman was just such a kinky girl that she wanted to seduce her own teacher? What if she truly meant that it was their little secret, and that she wasn’t the type to have ulterior motives?

Well… if that was true… then she wouldn’t leak anything. They could be as bad as they wanted. And, for goodness sakes, she could have gotten in a lot of trouble for doing what she was doing too. This wasn’t just a dangerous game for Luke to be playing. She was risking a lot. No doubt, the main mechanic of the game was secrecy to her too. Nodding to himself, Luke threw caution to the wind.

Then I owe you two explanations.

The woman popped back into the chat, then saved Luke’s message, along with all of her previous ones. That didn’t make Luke any less worried about the possibility of her ulterior motives, but it did… still feel good.

You like knowing that I’m pleasing myself to you?

She responded instantly.

yes.

i finger myself to you too hehe

i even get horny in class every time i hear your voice

Luke practically felt himself get dizzy. Even his oblivious brain couldn’t mistake the direct implications of her words. She didn’t even say “I fingered myself” – “finger.” The conjugation made it clear: she did it multiple times, does it regularly… and likely would again in the future.

Luke opened his mouth and emitted a near-silent sound, popping open his fly and conceding. He was going to please himself, and given that he was…

Also, in the interest of abiding by the rule you set for me…

The woman replied instantly.

?

Luke chuckled. He wasn’t too surprised; this wasn’t someone interested in big words and subtle innuendo. This was a ditzy horny girl from his class; she wanted it blatant. Well then, she’d get it blatant.

I’m jacking off to you. My cock is throbbing for you.

She was still in the chat, and Luke had to imagine she was staring at the message for a while… then she typed.

show me.

Luke’s cheeks burned. There was no way. Even with this new ground he was treading, there were limits, and this was decidedly one of them. He wouldn’t even know what to do in that circumstance. He most certainly had never sent a… a “dick pic” in his life before, ever.

I can’t. I don’t do selfies. That would go too far anyway.

The student paused, then typed out a response.

I wasn’t asking.

no face is fine, but im seeing your cock

you want to show me anyway

i want to finger myself looking at your cock, teacher

show. me.

Dear God, she was assertive. Luke bit his lip, looking over the message, rubbing his chin in thought… then slowly, moved his hand to the phone, tapping on the camera icon in the chat. At once, the front-facing camera on his phone activated.

Front-facing. Luke clued into something: he could use the front-facing camera instead, rather than using the selfie camera and having to fanegle his face out of it. That could work. He pointed the camera downwards, noting that motion blur would be unattractive and adequate lighting was needed. Luke was also embarrassed about his size – sure, he wasn’t smaller than average perhaps, but he still very much was that: average. Did women care about that these days? He wasn’t sure, but something in him wanted to try. Perhaps it was fear for the repercussions of defying this assertive succubus, but… perhaps it was because he was enjoying this, and wanted to escalate it further.

The thought made his dick jump. Hell, it was practically jumping on its own, he was so stimulated. He gulped, nervously yet half-excitedly, ensured he was standing in an area where the lighting was flattering, played around with a couple angles… then took the picture.

Luke’s pulse was practically pounding in his ears when he hit Send. He had never, ever done anything close to this in his lifetime. He never thought he would ever engage in any form of “sexting,” let alone sending a “dick pic,” let alone sending it to his own student. She opened it immediately, and Luke double-checked to ensure he didn’t somehow send it to anyone else. The paranoia was justified – all of his contacts on Snaapchat were his students. It would have been disastrous.

The student opened the picture message, and near-instantly screenshotted it. Luke gulped again – he was expecting this, even though it was a little nerve-wracking. She now had ample evidence to blackmail him. Though, maybe he could deny it. There was nothing identifying in his picture, after all. Maybe she was just screenshotting it for the same reason he screenshotted her.

And hey, he had screenshotted her picture. Would assuming she wasn’t allowed be sexist? Or unfair given their dynamic? Well, much of the “is this right given the power dynamic” talk went out the window long ago, but regardless…

Luke was taken out of his thoughts when the student messaged him again.

fuck.

good boy < 3 your cock is so hot

im going to finger myself thinking of it inside me

Luke was breathing rapidly. This situation was so abnormal, so alien, so taboo. Why was he loving it so much? His own student just admitted she would like it if he was inside her. Her own teacher, inside her. She was such a slut. Shameless, too. It was… weirdly inspiring.

I’ll be doing the same with your pictures too.

As soon as the student saw Luke’s message, she replied with a heart emoji. Luke smirked, even as he took hold of his shaft and scrolled up. It was time to revisit those images again. The ones that started it all.

***

It was a struggle for Luke to remain confident in his classes. He had developed the most shameful and revealing bad habit: every time he looked one of his female students in the eyes, his cheeks would blush on their own. This was truly awful; after all, he didn’t want to give any of his innocent students the wrong impression… or give his guilty student the right impression.

Still, he remained steadfast and stalwart in his seminars. He stood up straight, tried to speak with authority and even did his best to learn a subject of communication that had previously eluded him: humor. Naturally, this was prone to the occasional misfire – even his oblivious self could notice when a lighthearted joke didn’t land – but they were lighthearted and he picked up the much more useful skill of immediately moving on.

His amateur sleuthing hadn’t netted him any new results. He figured that the longer he went on sexting with his one student, the more signs she’d show. Giving pretend innocent smiles during class, paying more attention, maybe even talking more… It was a reasonable hypothesis. And interestingly, it didn’t fail because no new signals were being given. In fact, Luke had encountered the opposite problem: too many of his female students were now displaying these very same signs. Maybe this could net him a suspect pool, but that didn’t exactly help too much since, go figure, he already had a sizable amount of evidence that the person doing this was, go figure, a woman.

When Luke went home after one of his seminars, a realization hit him in the face. It was staring at him the whole time, but he never clued in. He went home to see four new messages on Snaapchat, and it was not just from female students, but the ones that never identified themselves. The cogs turned. He had been so much more naive than he thought. There wasn’t a pool of multiple suspects he had to whittle down… the four students were smirking at him the same way. He knew his four culprits.

Suddenly, he felt less oblivious. Less oblivious than he had ever felt in his life. He opened the first message.

great seminar today! You really command everyone’s attention haha

He opened the second message.

sup teach. hows ur night going

He opened the third message.

heyyyyy, when u have a moment, can i ask u about smth in class? ur just such a great tutor, so

He opened the fourth message.

listening to your class made me so horny today omg.

Attached to the fourth was a video message. Luke opened it and saw a well-lit close-up of the sexting student circling her clit with her finger. He could hear hushed whisper-moaning from the girl as she touched herself. His cock ached watching, and his mouth went dry.

The only difference was that the fourth girl was the most assertive one. And this was either all one giant coincidence, or…

…or it was coordinated.

As he had that thought, the phone buzzed in his hand. The second girl sent him a picture message. Luke furrowed his brow and opened the picture, which came with a caption in the way Snaapchat pictures do.

maybe i can make ur night better.

The caption was overlaid on top of a picture of a woman’s bare chest. Luke started to feel lightheaded. This girl was bustier, and her areolas bigger. It was clear, without a shadow of a doubt, that a second student was showing off her breasts to him. Luke stared, hypnotized, realizing the odds that two girls would do this independently of each other was remote. He could dismiss that possibility. Occam’s Razor won in his mind, which emboldened him to screenshot the message and write his response.

Thanks to you and the other student, my night is already fantastic.

The girl instantly read the message, and responded nearly as quickly.

only 2 so far? haha awe.

my tits r better tho, wouldnt u agree

Luke bit his lip. He had two students sending him nudes and fawning over him. Him. Luke Fitzpatrick. He could not believe what was going on, but he was beginning to accept that now that he had a taste, he never wanted this chapter of his life to end. He typed out his response.

I would definitely agree. But just to make sure, you should show me again.

The student read his words, then immediately fired back.

mmmmm no.

not without seeing what it does to ur cock.

The expediency with which Luke dropped his pants would have shocked him mere days ago, but here he was, dropping his pants and whipping out his phone to give his student just what she asked for. Luke sent two, and saved them, sending them as well to the other student who had shown herself off to him. With newfound confidence, he opened the messages from the third girl and typed out his response.

Sure! You can ask me absolutely anything and I’ll help you out.

He smirked at his own plausible deniability. Was he… being cute? Maybe he was getting better at this. He opened the message of the first girl, and typed out his response to her.

Thanks! You and your group of girlfriends are certainly doing your best to distract me though, aren’t you?

After sending the message, he went back to the second girl, who had sent him a flurry of messages.

holy fuck.

u actually sent me ur cock

u r such a bad teacher

id report you but im too busy…

…fucking myself thinking of u inside me ;)

Shortly after Luke read the messages, a video message popped up. Luke opened it. It was the busty girl’s body, her big tits heaving as she pumped a dildo in and out of her pussy. The camera was on some kind of stand, and the background showed this was clearly a university dorm room. Luke stared in near disbelief, frozen except for the hand working up and down his shaft. She had a dildo, and a thick one by the looks of it. These girls were pure danger, and Luke had no idea what kind of world he was stumbling into. He loved it.

It’s a shame that you have to use a toy for now. Oh well!

Luke hit send, smirking to himself. He opened up the message from the third girl, the one who asked for help.

oh I can ask u about absolutely anything, can I? hehe

Luke couldn’t help but laugh. Unless these girls were actively coordinating together – and, to be blunt, that was unlikely, seeing as how they were all too busy messaging him and he just got some pretty solid evidence that at least two of them were in separate bedrooms – she must have not known that the other girls had already blown the lid off of this operation.

Absolutely anything.

Luke sent his message and was greeted with an interesting response. This girl was a little bit more creative and less blunt; she sent back a seductive picture of her open mouth, curled into a slight smile, her tongue placed provocatively against her gorgeous teeth. Instead of one caption on the picture, the girl had placed two.

in that case, can I ask for tips on an upcoming oral presentation

i just really wanna wrap my lips around the right answer

As she sent those messages, the first girl responded. Luke opened the message and read it.

we are all going to fuck you before the end of the semester.

be scared haha < 3

Reading that message in all of its blunt glory was, in truth, just a little scary for Luke. It felt like this shattered the illusion, like they could all pull away at any moment and tell each other they were “just kidding” until now. This message made it real. They didn’t just want to have sex with Luke… all four of them, he had to presume… they were “going to.”

It was scary. A really good kind of scary.

***

Luke couldn’t not stare at the four girls throughout his next seminar. He wanted to communicate, without words, that he knew who they were, and they couldn’t hide their identity forever. So, while still fulfilling his duties in the seminar (no matter what was going on, he was a teacher first!), he would punctuate his point by looking at one of the four girls and giving them a blank expression with raised eyebrows.

The girls didn’t flinch. All four of them just gazed back, and did so with varying levels of what could only be described as a “knowing smirk.” Luke was bested. Their gazes made him turn pink and look away. He wanted to match their energy levels, but he just couldn’t.

What he could do was up his sleuthing game. Girl #3 that asked for help with her oral showed a picture of her mouth. It included her nose, which was slightly upturned. Only one girl amongst the four troublemakers matched that look – Abigail, the innocent horse girl.

Girl #2, who always called Luke “teach,” was clearly the bustiest one of the group. Luke did his best to be tasteful when comparing, but it was clear after a bit that this honor belonged to the girl in the black beanie, Shauna.

Girl #4, the first one to sext Luke, may have taken precautions to hide her identifying features, but in a way, that was her downfall. The only two girls left were Rose and Iris, and Iris had long flowing black hair and tattoos down her arms. Both of which would have been quite apparent in any videos she’d send. No wonder one of the girls only communicated via text. That meant that Rose was the one to first throw caution to the wind.

Luke finished his seminar, shuffling his papers and clearing his throat. “Okay, that’s all for this week,” he declared, and students started getting out of their seats. “Just one thing, really quickly – there have been a couple of grade switch-ups, so if I could please speak to Iris, Shauna, Abigail and Rose after seminar, please..? Thank you.”

This wasn’t middle school, so no one thought anything of it. No one went “ooooh” or even gave a sideways glance in anyone’s direction. This was university; no one cared. All of the students quietly left, leaving the four students alone with their TA.

Rose folded her arms. “So, grade switch-up…?” she prompted impatiently.

Luke cleared his throat, and took on his most authoritative tone. Time to give the girls a scare. “Girls, we all know why you’re here. Abigail, shut the door please.”

The girls looked at each other, clearly confused. Eventually, Shauna looked at Luke and laughed. Luke shrank back. “You’re telling us what to do?” Shauna laughed in a mocking voice.

“There’s a first time for everything,” Rose replied. “Well Abby, you heard him. Let’s get that door.”

Abigail moved to close the door – Luke noted that it was only after Rose told her – and then locked it. “We’re so lucky,” Abigail mused. “This is the only building on campus where the seminar doors actually lock.”

“No windows, too,” Iris noted, leaning back against a wall. “So, Luke, why are we here? Pretend we don’t know.”

Luke may have been disarmed, but he knew exactly who each girl was. That was the power he held over them. And if they were going to be brats about it, it was time to show why he was in charge. He turned to Abigail. “Do you still need help with that assignment, Abigail?” he asked her, then turned his attention to Shauna. “After all, the best person to help you would be your ‘teach.’” He kept it going, looking at Rose. “And if you-”

“He thinks he’s so cool,” Iris giggled.

“It took him long enough,” Shauna nearly groaned. “You’d think with tits like mine, he’d get it immediately.”

“Oh wow, you figured out who each one of us are, after we literally showed you our bodies,” Rose mocked Luke, striding up to him then… leaning up against his body, her pants rubbing against his. “Mm. Yup, of course he’s already hard.”

“For his own students,” Iris chuckled. “What a bad boy he is.”

Abigail smiled almost… almost pityingly at Luke. “Are you… a virgin?”

Luke was sweating. He wasn’t holding any power over these women at all. Even though the lock was on the inside of the door, Luke couldn’t help but wonder if the girls locked the door to keep others out… or if it was to keep him in. “Um, n-no, of course not,” he lied.

“Oh my God, he is,” Abigail laughed.

“That is sooo cute~!” Shauna chipped in with a faux tone of adoration, dripping with condescension.

“I bet it’s dawning on him that that’s going to change before he gets to leave this room,” Rose smugly added, then turned to Luke. She ‘jokingly’ rubbed her crotch against his. “Right?”

Luke winced. Rose kept moving her crotch against his. His cheeks burned. “U-um…” he choked out.

Rose rolled her eyes and backed away from him. “Okay, fuck waiting. I’mma make this easy.” She pointed at Luke, then at the door. “You have one chance to leave if you want, but it has to be right now. Otherwise, you’re ours. Five, four, three, two…”

Luke remained an absolute statue. Everything and nothing was going through his mind. He didn’t even know if he was consciously choosing to stay, or if he was too intimidated to leave. Rose smirked. “…One. Zeeeero. Nice.”

Shauna took the initiative, moving forward and squeezing Luke’s package with clear expertise. “Looks like you’re our pet now, teach,” she told him in a smouldering voice just above a whisper. She began to undo his fly, staring him right in the eye.

Luke couldn’t help but look away, blushing profusely. Iris took the opportunity, moving in front of where he was facing. “Boo,” she teased, then grabbed his chin with her hand and moved in for an assertive kiss.

Luke’s head was absolutely swimming. He had no idea nor control of what was going on, and just surrendered himself to the feeling. He felt dumb and helpless, but didn’t resist when he felt Iris’ tongue probing his mouth. With an undignified whimper, he let his body go limp against the wall as the two girls took control.

He heard his zipper undoing, then his pants rustling, then the telltale sensation of cooler air on his cock instead of constricting fabric. “Awww~!” Shauna cooed, and Luke felt her hand grab around it. “It’s soooo cute!”

Luke looked forward in time to see Abigail give him a pitying smile as she sauntered over, moving her hips as she walked. “Oh, Luke,” she chuckled, getting closer and closer. She bit her lip, looking him up and down, then grabbed the hem of his shirt. “You’re our favorite TA, you know that?”

“H-h-have you done this to other TAs?!” Luke managed to ask in disbelief.

“Just boys our own age,” Rose answered flatly as she got on her knees in front of him. She shooed Shauna’s hand away to replace it with her own. She fondled his balls, causing Luke to whimper, while she nonchalantly added, “But they were boring. This is already wayyyy better.”

“Maybe we should try out a professor or two,” Shauna suggested to Rose as she took her heavy shirt off. She had no bra on underneath, and her rock-hard nipples stared Luke in the face. “Look at Luke here. He folded like wet paper.” She took the back of his head and guided it to one of her breasts.

Luke was too intoxicated to resist. Shauna smelled like perfume and pheromones, and without even realizing it, Luke’s mouth opened. Right as his mouth made contact with Shauna’s breast, he fel Rose’s tongue start to play with his shaft. Surrendering himself to the feelings, Luke openly moaned, even with his mouth enclosed around Shauna’s nipple. He directly sucked as Shauna cooed, “Gooood boy~”

Abigail gave a soft chuckle, her hand snaking up his shirt. Her hand explored his thin slightly toned chest, before finding his own nipple and lightly teasing it. Fuck… it felt good. Really good. Luke loved having her play with his nipple, and his body nearly spasmed in pleasure. “Ooh, we found a winner,” Abigail teased. “I might be able to make him cum before you even get him into your mouth, Rose.”

“Say less,” Rose responded, finishing her “corncob” treatment of his shaft and taking his cock, headfirst, into her mouth. Iris made her way to the side and gave Luke her own royal treatment, kissing his neck and squeezing his ass. Luke had one of his hottest students kissing his neck and playing with his ass, another one playing with his nipple, a third one making him suck her huge breasts, and a fourth giving him his very first blowjob.

Luke would have guessed that Abigail was the innocent one of the four, mahybe even the one that just followed the lead of the other three, based on how she was acting, until that very moment. While she played with his nipple with her fingers, she looked him right in the eye and gave him a command. “Moan if it feels good to be your own students’ plaything, Luke.”

Luke’s eyes shot open and looked at Abigail. He was greeted by her giving him a very serious expression. His cock jumped in Rose’s mouth. His nipples were hard. Even his ass was begging for more. Every nerve ending of his lit up. Stars prickled across his vision and Luke felt a tension of what felt like a million years build up inside him. He couldn’t control anything anymore. With his mouth still on Shauna’s nipple, he moaned pathetically, shooting rope after rope into Rose’s mouth.

Rose reciprocated, moaning as she sucked down his cum. Shauna bit her lip, moaning, “You’re such a good boy for us, baby~!” Abigail just laughed, twisting Luke’s nipple playfully. Iris, jokingly or not, moved her hand from just cupping Luke’s cheek, to trailing her finger along the center of his pants, stopping around his taint and pressing in slightly. It wasn’t enough to hurt, but it was enough to intrigue Luke.

“He’d better be able to go several rounds,” Shauna breathed as Luke kept sucking. “We’ve got an eager boy, and I want to feel him inside me.”

“Fine, but dibs on sitting on his face,” Iris declared.

Rose popped her mouth off of Luke’s dick. “Iris! Come on, you got to-”

“You got to swallow his cum, Rose. Don’t be a bitch,” Iris shot back. She gave Luke a particularly hard kiss on his neck – it would definitely leave a hickey tomorrow – and released, looking at Luke. “I’m sure you know how it goes,” she purred at Luke in a seductive dominating voice. “Tongue goes up and down. A smart guy like you can find the clit. Not too hard. When I moan or grind, you’re doing something right. Think you can handle a pop quiz?”

Luke tried to respond as he stared at her, but his gaze was broken by Abigail working his shirt off while Shauna pulled back. In fact, all of the girls were working to take off every article of clothing of his, even while they all kept on as much of their clothing as possible. Shauna had her top off of course, but still had her skirt and beanie on. Luke’s heart beat faster as her realized from looking at Shauna prepare herself that a bra wasn’t the only undergarment she skipped wearing to class today. He was an idiot. He didn’t ever have control. They were always planning to seduce him. Him keeping the four of them after class was just him playing right into their hands.

Iris was wearing jeans, but those were coming off. The other two opted to remain fully clothed, with Abigail leaning into Luke, grabbing him with both hands. “On the desks or on the floor, baby boy?” she asked in a dangerously husky voice.

“I-I-um…” Luke stammered, then gulped.

Rose laughed and slapped his bare ass. “What a cutie,” she mocked. “Floor it is.” Abigail reacted swiftly, setting Luke down so that he laid down on the floor, even as his cock was coming back to life, bouncing and throbbing. “He is so ready for you, Shauna,” Abigail laughed.

“He’s such a little slut,” Shauna laughed back, assuming the position and squatting over him. “A shy little guy like him. Who knew?” She squatted down lower and lower, then stopped right as her wet pussy was beginning to sink down onto his cock. Clearly she had very strong legs. “Tell me you want to be inside your own student,” she instructed, then pointed at him. “And don’t just say yes. Say the full fucking thing.”

Luke’s mind was being absolutely fried. As Shauna stared at him, Rose moved into his chest, taking a nipple into her mouth. The sensation was alien, a little intrusive… and so, so good. Luke felt like he was in heaven. The rational part of his brain shut down completely. “Oh fuck,” he moaned without even thinking. “Please, Shauna. I wanna fuck my own student so bad. I want you to be my first. Please Mistress, just use me and ride me, I’ll be your dumb little pet, hnng~”

The girls grinned at each other, fully amused by the situation. “Fucking ‘mistress!’” Abigail gloated. “We didn’t even have to ask him.”

“He’s being such an obedient boy,” Iris agreed.

Shauna nodded her approval. “He’ll just have to keep this one,” she confirmed, then looked back at him. “Good boys get rewarded,” she purred seductively, sinking her legs down on top of him. This was it. Luke was inside a woman. His own student was fucking him. Practically forcefucking him. This was so wrong. “Say thank you.”

“Thank you, Mistress,” Luke moaned, watching her start to bounce on his cock. “Oh my God, thank you, thank you, this is so good~”

“He’s a babbler,” Iris laughed meanly. She was now fully bottomless, and she looped a leg over to stand over Luke’s face. He could smell her pheromones from there, and her pussy threatened to drip onto his face. “Time to fix that.” She squatted down herself, finding her angle and eventually, sitting right on Luke’s face.

She smelled like sex and breaking the rules. She tasted like taboo freedom. Luke’s eyes rolled back into his head as his tongue extended out, licking a woman and pleasing his student. The heat from her pussy warmed his whole face. Her thighs hugged him from both sides. Shauna started to ride his cock faster and faster, and Rose and Abigail were now each tonguing one of Luke’s nipples. His body was owned by these four women, pure and simple. He was no longer their teacher. He was their toy, their pet, their little bitch.

“Fuck, it feels better than I thought,” Shauna moaned, picking up speed. “I told you this was the best target possible. It’s just a shame you’re blocking the view Iris, I bet he would love to see my tits bouncing around.”

“He’ll need to earn that,” Iris groaned in response. She ground on his tongue, closing her eyes and biting her lip. “He makes a good little pet though. When’s his office hours again?”

Abigail took her mouth off of his nipple. “Tuesdays, two to three,” she reported.

“Of course you’d actually read the syllabus, you teacher’s pet,” Shauna giggled between moans.

“Nope! I just followed him when I was bored,” Abigail giggled back. “You’re lucky I even bothered to ask you girls to join for this. I could have easily seduced him on my own.” She took his nipple back into his mouth.

In tandem, Rose took her mouth off the other nipple to speak. “By the way, I have it on good authority that Monique has a crush on him too,” she told the others. “We could see if she wants in.”

“The hottie with the big ass?” Iris inquired as casually as if they were discussing high school gossip. “Would she want to? She seems like such a sub.”

“Ugh, boring,” Shauna groaned, slamming her hips down on Luke’s dick. Her wetness was covering his whole pelvis, and each slam made a delightfully wet smacking sound. “Boys like Luke need to be held down. Monique would just want him to use her.”

“Maybe we could use her and make her ride Luke or something,” Rose offered, not even bothering to ask Luke for his opinion. “Just a thought. If we want to, we can bring her in next time. If not, whatever.” She went back to playing with his nipple.

“She is a great kisser,” Abigail pointed out. “And she seems pretty innocent. We’ve only started to really experiment with her. I bet she’d agree to make out with Luke while we take turns riding him.” She twisted Luke’s nipple, and even though his face was covered with Iris’ pussy, he could feel Abigail looking at him. “I bet she’d love to test her limits with Luke anyways. I haven’t met a girl in this seminar that doesn’t wanna kiss him.”

“We haven’t asked all of them yet,” Iris laughed. “Mmh, he’s not bad, actually. I’m kinda getting close. Keep going, slut~” She grabbed the back of his head, holding bunches of his hair. He never stopped tonguing her, learning on the fly how to best please a clit, being rewarded by her moans every time he hit a good spot, like a good boy.

“Mm, yeah, he likes it,” Shauna moaned, getting really into it. Her hips slammed loudly into his. “He wants to breed his own fucking student. He wants more girls to hold him down and milk his fucking cock.”

“Cum in her,” Abigail moaned, tracing lines around Luke’s areola. “If you cum inside her, we’ll keep you, and we’ll fuck you whenever we want.”

“God, I hope he can keep going round after round. I want him inside me next,” Rose moaned, her hands traveling around his body.

Iris made a tsk-tsk noise. “We got lunch plans in ten minutes, girls. Shauna gets to cum, and th- and then- oh wow, fuuck~” She ground her face against Luke’s still-moving tongue, right as she felt her body spasm and shake.

At the same time, Shauna slammed her hips down onto Luke one last time, making a guttural undignified noise, moaning her appreciation to the heavens.

And right as she did, Luke couldn’t hold back any longer. For the second time that day, he exploded. He didn’t even think he had anything left in reserve, but sure enough, cum erupted out of his cock, fertilizing and breeding his own student. She didn’t have a condom on. He had no idea if she was on birth control. For all he knew, he was impregnating her.

“Unf, fuuuuuck~” Shauna moaned sluttily. Her juices gushed out of her, painting Luke’s thighs and lower stomach. Her pussy convulsed on his cock, and his cock’s shots and throbs sent ripples of pleasure throughout her whole body. “H-holy fuck, teach…”

Iris was merciless, riding on his face like a cowgirl at the rodeo. “Mmm, you like me riding your face like that? Take it, you fuckin’ slut!” Iris practically bellowed. She didn’t gush nearly as much as Shauna – seemingly, no human could – but Luke still got ample opportunity to taste her juices.

“That was so hot,” Abigail purred, cuddling up to Luke on one side, her hand going up and down his body. “Next time, dibs on riding him.”

“Oh, come on,” Rose complained.

“Next time, put in the work!” Abigail fired back. “I’m taking all the risk here. You’re the business major here; you know that means I take the lion’s share. If you ask me, it was fuckin’ generous of me to let Shauna be the first to have him inside her!”

“And it was goooood…” Shauna dreamily murmured, even though she was off of him now and putting her heavy sweatshirt back on. “Like, love you girls, but I might be making a few appointments with Luke at his place alone. There’s no way I’m waiting until you three bitches find the time to hold him down just to feel him inside me again.”

Iris got up off of Luke’s face, and he realized only then that it permitted him to breathe normally again. As he began to gasp, Iris causally pointed out, “You don’t even have his address.”

“I do, all good,” Abigail replied nonchalantly, then turned to Shauna. “Maybe. If you’re good.” They were talking about going to his place, his private place of residence, to forcefuck him. And they weren’t even bothering to ask or even tell him anything. To them, he was probably lucky to have overheard this.

The girls continued to make casual small talk as they, fully clothed, walked up to the door and unlocked it. Not even caring that they were leaving their fully naked TA on the floor, sexually overstimulated and barely catching his breath, the three girls began to leave. Iris left first, then Shauna, then Rose. Abigail took up the rear, and paused in the open doorway… then smirked at Luke, enjoying the way he was still gasping and sputtering.

“You have time, you big baby. Next class is in fifteen minutes,” she told him dismissively. She went to leave, then hesitated and looked at him again. “By the way, thanks for your help with the oral.” Her eyes narrowed and she looked at him the smug way a predator might look at their prey. “You tasted good.”

With that, she left, being kind enough to close the door behind her, leaving her dumbstruck TA, writhing on the floor, knowing that wouldn’t be his last encounter with the four girls. He was their property now.

He couldn’t wait until they wanted to use him again.

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