“But… but…” Regina groaned. She was down to her bra and panties. Her skirt gone. Both pair of socks. Even the ties for her hair. Her blonde locks fell loose about her face. “I was so certain.”
“You are bad at this game,” I said, stroking her thigh. I was so close to those virginal panties. “So, bra or panties?”
“Bra,” she said, cheeks scarlet.
She bit her lip then reached behind her. She unfastened her bra with a deft grace. She shrugged out of it and exposed those firm, little titties. They were small, like Aleah’s, but perky. Her pink nipples thrust hard before her. They looked so cute and suckable.
“Okay, let’s go,” I said, my pussy on fire. My cunt itched and burned with the delight. I started on the next problem. It was a tough one. I plugged in the work, hitting the tangent button on my calculator, and wrote out my work the page below.
I worked fast, getting the right answer a full minute and a half before Regina. My pussy burned. I glanced out the window again and smiled. My Master fucked Jennifer so hard. Her cute butt-cheeks jiggled as he plowed into her. Aleah had her head thrown back as she enjoyed the brunette’s licking tongue.
If I was wearing panties, they’d be soaked right now. I wasn’t, so my tart pussy juices filled my nose. I squeezed my thighs tight. I rubbed them together, the ache to do naughty things building and building.
“I don’t think I have this one,” whimpered Regina. “But… but… is it 9.87.”
“You almost had it,” I said in surprise. “It’s 9.37.” I stared at her work. She had done it right but must have mistyped her calculator on the last step. I told her that and then said, “You still got it wrong.”
“Oh, geez,” she whimpered. She stood up, her loose hair swaying like silk curtains in a light breeze. She hooked her panties. “Really?”
“Really,” I told her. She shoved her panties down. She rolled them off her cute rump and then exposed her blonde bush. I leaned close to her and breathed in, catching a similar aroma to my own twat. Tart, too. But lighter. An airy fragrance than my earthier musk.
Delicious.
She stepped out of her panties and then sat down naked. She had a flush running down her neck towards her clavicle. She glanced at me, her eyes bright. She had her arms shoved close and her legs pressed tight.
“So, you know what happens when you get the next one wrong?” I asked her, my hand touching her bare thigh.
She shook her head.
I leaned in and whispered, “I get to lick your pussy until I make you cum.”
I loved how Regina whimpered. She would make a wonderful lover for Corey to enjoy. Maybe a sex slave. Maybe she’d be his girlfriend. Then I could call her Lady Regina and be bossed around by her. However it worked out, I just wanted her in the harem.
One of his concubines.
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Corey Derrickson
“Havva, are you ready to submit?” I asked as I pulled out of Jennifer’s deflowered pussy. My date whimpered. She lifted her head from between Aleah’s thighs, her face coated in my sex slave’s pussy juices.
“Yes, sir,” the bound Arab girl moaned.
She shuddered on the bed, her small tits jiggling as she pulled on the restraints. She squirmed on the bed, the mattress creaking beneath her. She looked so sexy and adorable. I hoped she was the Jann. I think I wanted her over the others. I liked submissive girls, and while I would keep fucking the other genie candidates, right now, I wanted Havva.
“Are you going to lick Jennifer’s pussy clean of my cum?”
“Oh, wow,” Jennifer groaned, trembling before me, her skirt fell over her rump as she stood straighter.
“I will, Sir,” Havva answered.
I grabbed the side of Jennifer’s skirt and undid the fastener and tugged down the zipper. The skirt dropped down her sleek legs to pile at her feet. She still wore her cute, ankle socks with the lace around them.
“Enjoy her,” I told Jennifer. “She’s a little slut eager to please us both.”
“Sure,” Jennifer said. “Oh, wow, I can’t believe this is how I lost my virginity.”
I smacked her naked ass and sent her over to Havva. I glanced at Aleah. She had the biggest grin on her face. She looked so pleased with herself. I cupped her chin, leaned in, and kissed her on the mouth.
When I broke it, I whispered, “You did good, slave.”
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Sister Francis Jean
My phone beeped. I glanced at it while I worked on my lesson plan for tomorrow. I was in the convent that was off the chapel which lay behind the school itself and near the student’s dorm. It wasn’t a big room. A bed, a dresser, a desk with my computer, a small closet, and a window.
What more did a nun need?
I tapped on the notification and gasped at the pictures appearing on the screen, downloading from the top. There was Corey Derrickson, the male experiment, having sex with a student in the college’s PE uniform. It had to be from today. The girl was pressed against a fence, getting taken from behind by the delinquent.
I knew he had soiled Bettie Black and caused them both to be late to my class. Now he was spreading it to other students. Anger boiled through me. It was so blatant. There were several of the pictures showing Corey and the girl at various stages of their coitus.
“I hope you’ll do something about this, Sister,” the attached message, from Asra, read.
I absolutely would.
To be continued…