“Professor? Why are you here so late?” the Dean demanded in his cultured English voice.I heard the deep murmur of Professor Calix’s voice. “I have tons of work to get through. I decided to pull an all-nighter.”“Hmm. And you’re... all alone in here?”There was a shrug in Calix’s voice. “My TA is still out on her maternity leave. Who else would possibly work so late with me?”Gawd the man sounded so calm and collected no one would believe he had been drilling my pussy just seconds ago!“Hmm,” the Dean repeated. I could almost sense him looking around the office.“Something wrong Sir?” Calix demanded.“Hmmmm,” the Dean murmured noncommittally and I thought distractedly too.“Is there something you want because if there isn’t, I would like to get back to my work. Sir,” Calix added. He sounded irritated at this point.“I’m gonna be straight with you Calix, I got a report that some girl was seen stealing into your office over an hour ago. I just wanted to be sure whatever girl she is isn’
Caroline could feel their hands running all over her body. Three guys, three pairs of hands, each focusing on a different area of her body.Three college boys, as good looking as any she'd ever seen. They'd chatted her up at a bar while her friends looked on, and to make them jealous she decided to take off with all of them. It wasn't until they were in the car on the way back that she had found out their names: Peter, the soccer player, lithe and toned; John, the football player, built and strong; and Jason, the basketball player, muscular, but with soft hands. In the car they'd made small talk, while the sexual tension had built up around them. They were painfully shy, but Caroline had become used to it. Most were when they first met her; a 5. 8" brunette with shoulder length hair, 34CC breasts, and legs to die for. Back at Peter's house she had stood in the middle of the living room and said, "So are you guys going to touch me or not?""How about it boys? Do you all want to fuck
Caroline woke up around mid afternoon. The good thing about being an X- tress was that the hours were flexible; you could do as many as you wanted, or as little as you liked. As long as the agency got a cut they didn't care. Yawning, she stretched out and decided to take a shower.She closed the shower door. "On, normal," She said out loud, and water washed over her from various directions. Thanks to the income from x-ting she had managed to get a customised shower that could spray water from almost any conceivable direction. You could also set voice commands for anything that you wanted. Caroline closed her eyes and let the shower do it's work, the water massaging her tired muscles and refreshing her. Inevitably her thoughts turned towards work again.How long could she keep doing porn for? Viewers didn't discriminate against porn x-tresses and neither did studios, in fact, some porn x-tresses who had made the transition found that they became more popular because it became easier f
After what seemed like an eternity he decided to move further down her body. She kicked the dress off with her legs as his tongue left a trail over her stomach and down towards her crotch. He paused with his mouth over her, and she felt his warm breath tickle her already flushed velvet lips. When his tongue pressed onto her Caroline couldn't control herself any longer, and let her sexual tension dissolve while he pushed his tongue into the cleft of her labia and played with her protruding clitoris.Joe eased a finger into her pussy, and felt her muscles contract as her orgasms over-lapped and overcame her. She gasped and moaned as his combined ministrations prolonged her pleasure, hundreds of pent up orgasms from unsatisfying virtual experiences merging in that one moment. Eventually she couldn't take it anymore and pushed his head away. "I need a break," She panted. "Please, stop for a moment."Joe looked surprised. "I thought I hardly touched you?""Trust me, it was enough." She l
Let us follow the path of a kilobyte of information as it travels through the modern communication network. We shall start at the main processor of an X-show. From there it travels through fiber optic wires, tracing a path under the ground until it reaches a transmitter. The transmitter gathers a bunch of kilobytes and shoots the suckers into the atmosphere, propelling them past a sea of fliers, through the network of Cleaners operating around the world, past the outer levels of the earth's protective layer until it reaches a satellite. Then the satellite eats one of the kilobytes that tells it where the hapless data has to travel.Once their destination is ascertained the kilobytes are powered either to another satellite, or back through the atmosphere if the location is correct, where they knock out a few more inadvertent particles on the way until they go all the way back to the processor supplying a particular X-suit. Then the kilobytes undergo a transformation, generating imag
She touched his cock softly with her hands, exploring its length, feeling for its individual quirks that make it different from others that she had touched. Looking up at her client she made her best puppy dog eyes and said, "It's so hard! I just wanna suck it all day long!""Well why don't you?" The smile was still on his face.Caroline lowered her head and licked the tip of his cock. "Oooh, it tastes so good!" she exclaimed, lying through her teeth.One problem of the X-suit is that it cannot simulate taste or smell. While touch can be simulated realistically, the huge range of smells and tastes makes it impossible to replicate each one exactly. Hence the developers didn't try to.She ran the tips of her fingers along the base of his cock, while breathing softly over the head, building up his anticipation. Her other hand stroked his balls lightly, and she felt his cock throb in her hand."Would you like me to suck you?" She looked up at his lustily, switching to a more dominating p
The moment was broken with a voice. "We'd like to see you go down on her..." said Helen, somewhat uncertain as if she wasn't sure if it was appropriate. Caroline just spread her legs, and Paul knelt down to position himself under her, knowing as well as she did that this would give the best view for the couple.His wet fingers brushed lightly over her lip; Caroline sighed as his fingers massaged her sex, spreading the moisture of her excitement over her pussy until her labia were glistening in the soft light, only then did he come close to her clit. Rubbing it gently, the first touch making her shudder slightly."Can you play with your breasts?" asked Helen again, this time with more purpose. They were still watching, not making any moves towards each other or towards Caroline or Paul.Caroline's hands came to her breasts, massaging them and tweaking her nipples, as Paul worked her clit with his fingers. He brought his mouth close to her, and she could feel his warm breath teasing he
Work was finished a couple of hours later, and as usual, Caroline went straight to the shower to wash off the sweat of today's work. She thought back over the experience with Paul only a couple of hours ago. Was it the right thing to do? Should she have held out and let someone else take the job instead? Running the event though her mind she felt that familiar warmth in her crotch again and realised that it probably wasn't such a bad thing.As she walked out of the ladies changing rooms she bumped straight into Paul. "Sorry!" she said, feeling a bit uncomfortable in his presence. "No problem," he replied, smiling. "Going home as well?""Yup." "Wanna go for dinner first? I'm starving!" Caroline turned that thought over in her mind. She should really go home. Those good looks could conceal anything. "Why not!" She blurted out. "Damn!""Something wrong?" Paul looked a little confused. "Erm....nothing! Just remembered something, that's all..." Stupid woman! What was she thinking? Well