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"Are you alright?" he asked, his brow furrowing slightly as he studied her face.
She nodded quickly, forcing herself to refocus. "Yeah... it's just a lot to take in," she murmured, hoping he wouldn't pick up on the tension in her voice.
Arthur smiled, his fingers brushing her hair back. "It's a big step," he said softly, his hand resting on her shoulder, squeezing gently. "I'm here for you, whatever you need." His voice was tender, full of sincerity, but his words made her pulse quicken for all the wrong reasons.
Fleur tried to distract herself, diving into another box, organising her things and hoping the mundane task would calm the relentless ache building inside her. She could feel Arthur's eyes on her, could sense his concern as he continued to help her settle in. He was everything she thought she'd wanted—kind, patient, loving. Yet each moment in his presence only underscored the dark hunger growing inside her, an insatiable need she feared he'd never understand.
When he pulled her close again, brushing a kiss along her neck, she shivered, her body responding despite herself. She could feel the warmth of his lips, the tenderness of his touch, but it felt too soft, too controlled. Her mind wandered, and a quiet sigh escaped her, betraying the longing simmering beneath the surface.
Arthur's arms tightened around her, his hand tracing up her spine. He leaned down, whispering, "I love you, Fleur," in a way that should have made her heart flutter. But instead, it only made her feel hollow, her body betraying her with a pulse of dark desire that had nothing to do with love.
In that moment, surrounded by his sweetness, his devotion, Fleur knew she was slipping. She wanted more—needed more. And as she stood there in her new dorm, wrapped in Arthur's gentle embrace, she felt the thrilling, shameful pull of that hunger growing, a hunger for something she was only beginning to understand.
Chapter 2: Meeting the Roommate Fleur was nearly finished unpacking when she heard the door open behind her, a sudden presence filling the room with an energy she hadn't expected. She turned, finding herself face-to-face with a striking blonde girl who moved with an effortless confidence, her athletic frame exuding an unapologetic sensuality. The girl flashed a quick, welcoming smile, her eyes sweeping over Fleur with a hint of curiosity.
"Oh, you must be Fleur!" she said, her voice tinged with a thick, Eastern European accent that only heightened her allure. "I'm Alyona, your new roommate." She offered her hand with an easy, casual friendliness, her full lips curling into a grin that seemed to imply she already knew exactly who Fleur was.
Alyona's appearance was captivating: her hair cascaded in soft waves down her back, her skin glowing with a natural warmth, and her body was sculpted, every curve accentuated by the tight, athletic clothes she wore. Her yoga pants hugged her form perfectly, outlining her round, firm ass and the sculpted muscles in her legs. A simple sports bra covered her chest, just barely containing her high, perky breasts that seemed to defy gravity, drawing Fleur's gaze despite herself.
Arthur, standing beside Fleur, couldn't help but glance at Alyona, his eyes flickering over her body as he tried to play it cool. Fleur noticed his lingering gaze on Alyona's ass, watching the way his eyes traced over the tight, toned curves, and felt an unexpected jolt of jealousy twist in her stomach. Her cheeks warmed, and she glanced away, struggling to shake off the unfamiliar feeling.
Alyona, seemingly unaware—or perhaps fully aware—of the effect she had on others, set her bag on her bed, bending down in a way that drew Arthur's gaze even further. Fleur bit her lip, feeling a strange mix of admiration and discomfort as she observed the way Alyona moved, so casual yet so deliberately sensual.
The three of them exchanged pleasantries, though Fleur's mind was clouded, her attention flickering between Arthur's subtle glances and Alyona's easy confidence. As they talked, Alyona mentioned how excited she was to be in France, eager to learn all about "the French ways" with a mischievous glint in her eye that left Fleur slightly off-kilter.
"France is beautiful, isn't it? I've always wanted to come here," Alyona said, her accent lilting, eyes sparkling as she glanced between them.
"It definitely has its charm," Arthur replied, his gaze flickering down before quickly meeting her eyes again.
"So many things to discover... especially the French ways," Alyona teased, her eyes lingering on Fleur with a subtle smirk.
Fleur swallowed, managing a smile. "There's a lot to see, that's for sure."
"Then you must show me everything," Alyona said, her voice low, a touch of amusement in her gaze as she looked back at Arthur.
Eventually, Arthur left, giving Fleur a quick kiss on the cheek, his hand lingering on her arm for just a moment before he turned to Alyona, nodding politely. "It was nice meeting you, Alyona. Fleur's lucky to have you as her roommate," he said with a smile, though his eyes betrayed a hint of lingering interest as he glanced at Alyona one last time.
After Arthur left, the room buzzed with an unexpected energy as Fleur and Alyona continued chatting. Fleur was surprised by how easy Alyona was to talk to; they touched on everything, from classes to future goals, and even slipped into more personal territory. Alyona leaned back comfortably on her bed, her body language completely at ease, and her tone open, almost mischievous, while Fleur carefully folded her clothes, feeling a bit self-conscious yet intrigued.
"So, Arthur seems... sweet," Alyona remarked with a teasing smile, raising an eyebrow. "How long have you two been together?"
"Oh, um, since high school," Fleur replied, a shy smile creeping onto her face. "He's really smart—top of his class. We, uh... we met in the library, actually."
Alyona chuckled, her eyes sparkling. "Of course you did. Let me guess, studying calculus or something?"
"Physics, actually," Fleur corrected, pushing her glasses up with a small, proud grin.
"Ah, makes sense," Alyona laughed, stretching out on the bed, looking completely unbothered. "Meanwhile, I was sneaking out of my math classes. The teachers got used to me missing. Guess I never was the bookish type."
Fleur felt a bit uneasy but nodded, glancing at her stack of neatly organized textbooks. "I, um, actually love reading. It's... it's comforting."
Alyona grinned. "Well, we're a perfect pair, then. You can be the nerdy one, and I'll teach you how to loosen up a little. You know... experience life." She winked, her gaze playful yet intent.
That night, after they both prepared for bed, Fleur turned over, trying to settle her mind. But Alyona was anything but subtle. She slipped into the room wearing only a skimpy thong that clung to her curves, the thin fabric disappearing between the firm, round cheeks of her ass. Every movement accentuated her toned, athletic build, her flawless skin illuminated by the soft light. Her breasts stood bare and proud, but Fleur's gaze kept drifting lower, captivated by the way Alyona's hips swayed as she moved, her ass a perfect, tantalizing curve that seemed almost intentional, a bold display of effortless confidence.
Fleur's breath hitched as she tried to keep her gaze averted, but her eyes betrayed her, drawn to Alyona's body as she slid beneath her blanket, giving Fleur a casual, unbothered "Good night." Her tone was smooth, carefree, as if being nearly naked around her new roommate was the most natural thing in the world.
Fleur's mind spun, her heart pounding as she lay there, Alyona's image burned into her mind, along with a flood of memories she'd been trying to keep at bay. She could feel an ache growing within her, an insistent pulse that demanded attention. Her body felt hot, restless, the blankets suddenly too warm against her skin.
Fleur closed her eyes, hoping to settle her mind, but the images surged forward, unstoppable. Professor Antoine's face loomed in her thoughts, his intense gaze stripping her bare as he'd bent her over, holding her down, his hands rough and unyielding. She could almost feel him again—the merciless thrusts that had stretched her beyond anything she'd ever imagined, filling her to the point of aching. His voice, dark and commanding, echoed in her mind, reminding her of how he'd taken her without care, her body nothing more than something for him to conquer and use. The memory of him pushing deeper, his cock claiming every inch of her, left her breathless, a pulse of heat throbbing between her legs, impossible to ignore.
Slowly, as quietly as she could, her hand drifted down her stomach, fingers slipping under the waistband of her panties. She bit her lip, her cheeks flushed, feeling the slickness between her legs, her arousal undeniable. She began to move her fingers in slow, careful circles, her breath catching as she touched herself, the heat of the memory of being stretched, filled, overtaking her.
Her fingers slid lower, pressing deeper, her body arching slightly as the sensation intensified. Her mind was filled with forbidden images, her pulse quickening as she remembered the feeling of rough hands on her body, the unyielding grip, the sensation of being taken completely. She imagined his hands on her again, pushing her down, spreading her open, filling her in ways that made her feel both degraded and undeniably alive.
The wet sounds of her fingers moving inside her were almost too loud, mingling with her soft, restrained whimpers as she tried to keep herself quiet. She could feel her body trembling, her thighs pressing together as she arched into her own touch, her mind lost in the memory of being used, stretched beyond her limits. Her fingers thrust deeper, her other hand moving up to cup her breast, her thumb brushing over her nipple, sending jolts of pleasure through her.
Her breathing quickened, and her hips moved in rhythm with her fingers, every thrust mimicking the feeling of being filled, stretched, used by Professor Antoine. She bit down on her lip, stifling a moan, but the pleasure was too intense, her body teetering on the edge as she imagined herself taken completely, her walls stretched, filled to the brim.
With a shuddering gasp, she reached her climax, her body convulsing as waves of pleasure crashed over her. She muffled her cries, her hand still moving, prolonging the sensation as her thighs clenched and her body trembled. The room felt thick with heat, the scent of her arousal filling the air as she slowly caught her breath, her body slackening with the lingering pleasure.
Just as her pulse began to slow, the quiet broke, a soft voice cutting through the silence.
"Good night, Fleur," Alyona murmured, her voice carrying a hint of amusement, a knowing tone that left Fleur's cheeks burning with shame. She lay frozen, her body tense as she realised Alyona must have heard everything—every wet sound, every soft moan. The realisation sent a flush of embarrassment flooding through her, her body still tingling with the aftershocks of pleasure as she lay there, completely exposed.
Fleur pulled her blanket up, turning over, her heart pounding as the shame mingled with the lingering excitement, the air between them now charged with an unspoken tension she couldn't escape. Swallowing hard, she managed a soft, shaky "Good night," her voice barely above a whisper.
Chapter 3: Morning Encounter The sun streamed through the wide corridor windows as Fleur walked alongside Alyona, their footsteps echoing off the walls. She tried to focus on Alyona's lively chatter, but her nerves were already on edge. Today was her first day back in Professor Antoine's territory since that day, and the memory of their last encounter still lingered in her body, bringing a faint heat to her cheeks. She hoped the crowded corridors would be enough of a buffer if they crossed paths, and yet, part of her felt an undeniable thrill at the thought of seeing him.
"So, French universities really are different," Alyona laughed, nudging Fleur with a playful grin. "Back home, everyone's too serious. Here, it's like everyone's sizing each other up. All about who looks good... who has the best connections." She raised her eyebrows suggestively, giving Fleur a sly wink.
Before Fleur could respond, her heart stopped. Just ahead, leaning casually against the wall, was Professor Antoine. His eyes found hers immediately, locking her in place as a slow, knowing smile spread across his face. It was the same dark, mocking expression he'd worn when he'd taken her, left her gasping under his control.
"Ah, Fleur," he greeted smoothly, his voice low and dripping with amusement. "Enjoying your first official day on campus, I hope?"
Fleur's breath caught in her throat, her mind spinning as her cheeks burned. She managed a nod, struggling to maintain her composure. "Yes... it's been great," she replied, her voice sounding smaller than she intended. Her hands tightened around the strap of her bag, and she couldn't help but glance down, his words making her remember exactly what he'd done to her.
Antoine's gaze slid over to Alyona, his expression softening but with the same intensity that had left Fleur trembling under him. "And you must be Alyona," he said, his tone rich with intrigue. "Our new exchange student from Belarus, if I'm correct?" He extended a hand, and Alyona shook it, her own curiosity evident in the way she looked between them, picking up on the strange tension.
"Yes, Professor," Alyona replied with a bright smile. "I'm just getting used to everything here. Fleur's been great, showing me the ropes." She shot Fleur a sidelong glance, a small smirk tugging at her lips, as if she sensed there was more between Fleur and the professor.
Antoine chuckled, glancing back at Fleur. "I'm sure she has been very informative... Fleur is rather thorough in her efforts," he said, the mockery clear in his voice. The words sent a shiver down Fleur's spine, her cheeks burning as she felt his gaze rake over her.
Alyona's brows shot up, a glint of amusement and suspicion in her eyes as she looked over at Fleur, catching her fidgeting response. Fleur's face grew hotter, the implication hanging heavy between them. She forced a smile, her voice coming out a touch too high. "I, um... I try my best to be helpful," she said, hoping to cut off the conversation before Antoine revealed too much.
But Antoine wasn't done. Ignoring her attempt to divert, he leaned closer, his tone dipping to something more personal, more intimate. "You know, Fleur, I always appreciate students who go above and beyond to secure their place here," he murmured, the dark glint in his eye unmistakable. His gaze lingered on her, the intensity making her body react, an unwilling thrill mingling with her shame.
The words dripped with insinuation, and Alyona's eyes narrowed, her smile turning curious as she looked between them. "You two seem... close," she said slowly, watching Fleur with a playful yet suspicious grin.
"Only as close as a dedicated student and a supportive professor," Antoine replied smoothly, though his eyes held a private mockery that made Fleur's skin prickle. She could almost feel the memory of his hands on her, his cock driving into her without mercy into her holes, and the shame that had followed afterward. Now, under his gaze, it all came rushing back.
Antoine finally straightened, giving them both a lingering look. "Well, ladies, I have to be on my way. Alyona, welcome again to our university. Fleur..." he paused, his gaze darkening, a subtle promise hidden in his eyes. "If you could join me in the headmaster's office after your last class, we'll need to... take care of some additional paperwork."
Fleur's heart skipped, a faint thrill mingling with the nervous flutter in her stomach. She knew exactly what he meant—this was no ordinary paperwork session. Her throat went dry, and she managed only a shaky nod. "Of course, Professor," she murmured, barely trusting her voice. Alyona looked at her with an amused smirk, clearly sensing there was more to the invitation than met the eye.
As Professor Antoine walked away, Fleur felt her breath return, her pulse still racing. She tried to keep her expression neutral, but Alyona's eyes lingered on her with a teasing curiosity.
"So," Alyona said, a grin forming as she nudged Fleur's arm, "care to explain what kind of paperwork you're doing with him?"
Fleur's cheeks flushed, and she stammered, unable to meet Alyona's eyes. "It's... it's nothing. Just routine stuff," she said weakly, knowing Alyona could sense her discomfort. Alyona chuckled, giving her a look that said she wasn't entirely convinced but decided to let it go—for now.
Chapter 4: Invitation to the Office Fleur's footsteps echoed down the corridor as she replayed Professor Antoine's words in her mind. "Meet me in the headmaster's office after your last class." The sentence lingered, wrapping around her thoughts, teasing her with implications she could barely process. She knew exactly what "paperwork" meant, the dark promise behind his casual tone, the anticipation mingling with her growing fear.
Her pulse raced as she took her seat in class, barely able to focus on the professor at the front of the room. Her notebook sat open, her pen poised, but her mind was elsewhere, drifting back to the memory of Antoine's intense gaze, the way he looked at her, as though he owned her. She crossed her legs, trying to suppress the ache that had begun pulsing between them, her body reacting instinctively to the thought of what awaited her.
She gripped her pen, her knuckles whitening, her chest tight with the thrill of dread. Her mind raced with questions, each one more unsettling than the last. What would the headmaster be like? Would he be as harsh, as demanding, as Professor Antoine? She swallowed, feeling her throat go dry at the thought, her body tingling as she imagined their eyes on her, demanding, assessing, waiting to see how far she would go.
A quiet sigh escaped her as she shifted in her seat, her thighs pressing together to quell the growing heat within her. Her gaze dropped to her notes, but the words blurred, replaced by images that made her cheeks flush. She could almost feel Antoine's hands on her again, the memory of his unyielding grip, the way he'd filled her, stretched her. Her breathing grew shallow as her mind dipped into the forbidden memory, her body betraying her with a rush of arousal.
The bell rang, snapping her back to the present. Fleur blinked, realising class had ended, her notebook untouched, her thoughts lost in anticipation. She gathered her things, her heart hammering as she made her way out of the classroom, each step taking her closer to the headmaster's office. The hallway stretched before her, feeling both too long and too short, her nerves tightening with every step.
The shame of her own excitement twisted inside her, but there was no denying the thrill that pulsed through her veins. She was about to be entirely at their mercy, and the thought left her breathless, her mind a haze of conflicting emotions. Part of her wanted to turn and run, to escape the humiliation she knew awaited her, but another part—a darker, more insistent part—craved it, the surrender, the degradation.
She reached the door to the headmaster's office and paused, her hand hovering over the doorknob. The silence was thick, her body practically vibrating with anticipation. She closed her eyes, taking a deep, shuddering breath, trying to calm the storm raging within her, but the shame only fuelled her excitement, the tension in her body coiling tighter, hotter.
Her hand trembled as she raised it to knock. The sound echoed in the quiet hallway, and she waited, her heart pounding, every nerve alive with anticipation. After a moment, a deep, authoritative voice called out from within. "Enter."
Her pulse spiked, and with a final, shuddering breath, she turned the knob and stepped inside.
Chapter 5: The Headmaster's Demand The office door creaked as Fleur stepped inside, a wave of cold anticipation wrapping around her. She stood in the entryway, her eyes adjusting to the dimly lit room, where the only light seeped through a tall window casting shadows across the floor. The air felt thick, almost stifling, as she caught sight of Professor Okoye sitting behind his desk, his back rigid and his expression unreadable.
Okoye's figure was small, almost wiry, his frame emphasised by the oversized, stately chair behind him. His skin was marked by age, each line and wrinkle deepening the look of cool authority that he wore like a second skin. Though he was old, his gaze was piercing, sharp, his eyes dark as they traced every inch of her form, making her feel as though she was being stripped bare already.
"Close the door," he commanded, his voice low and smooth, yet edged with an authority that left no room for question. Fleur swallowed, the weight of his voice sending a ripple of unease down her spine. She reached behind her and shut the door, her pulse quickening as she stepped further into the room.
Fleur's lips parted, and before she could stop herself, the question slipped out, a faint, shaky whisper. "Where is Professor Antoine?" Her voice quivered, betraying the mixture of fear and anticipation that twisted inside her. The moment the words left her mouth, she felt a flush of shame color her cheeks. What was she doing, asking for him? She was a good girl—studious, disciplined, always aiming to make her family proud. Yet, the more Okoye's eyes pinned her in place, the more that sense of being controlled, of having no choice, filled her with a dark, insistent thrill she could barely suppress. She hated herself for the surge of excitement that stirred within her, craving to be stripped of her innocence, to become exactly what she'd never dared to admit—a cheap whore, used and degraded. A part of her recoiled at the thought, but an even deeper part ached to submit, to let herself fall into the very depths of her secret desires.
For a moment, he simply looked at her, his gaze intense, unfeeling. Then he spoke, his voice chillingly flat. "I know exactly what you did to earn your spot here. And I'm certain you wouldn't want anyone else to find out, would you?"
Fleur's stomach dropped, a pang of dread mixing with the shame that prickled at her skin. She could feel the weight of his authority, the reminder of the power he held over her, and the knowledge that any resistance would be futile.
"Take off your clothes," Okoye said, his tone carrying a faint hint of boredom, as though her presence was an inconvenience, something to be tolerated, used, and discarded. The words were spoken with such cold detachment that her hands began to move before she'd even processed them.
Her fingers trembled, but not solely from nerves; a forbidden thrill pulsed through her as they moved to the first button of her blouse. With each button she unfastened, a warm shiver of arousal rippled over her skin, heightening her awareness of how exposed she was becoming. The fabric parted, inch by inch, allowing the cool air to graze her bare chest, each sensation intensifying the heat pooling inside her. Her breaths grew shallower, chest rising and falling as she let the blouse slip from her shoulders, revealing her toned arms and the inviting curves of her full, firm breasts, snugly cradled by lace. The act of undressing under his gaze made her heart race, an electric thrill she couldn't deny flooding her senses.
Okoye's eyes followed her every movement, lingering on the curves that were now bare to him. His expression remained unchanging, yet she could feel the way his gaze bore into her, taking her in with a quiet intensity that left her feeling vulnerable and exposed. His silence only deepened her discomfort, and her hands moved to the zipper of her skirt, her fingers grazing over the soft fabric before tugging it down.
With a small, shaky breath, she stepped out of her skirt, revealing her long legs and the curve of her hips, accentuated by the thin band of lace at her waist. Her panties hugged her skin, delicate fabric clinging to her ass in a way that drew attention to its perfect roundness. She stood there, arms instinctively crossing over herself, her cheeks flushed as Okoye continued to watch her, unblinking.
"Everything," he said, his tone as icy and unfeeling as before. Fleur hesitated, her hands pausing as a fresh wave of heat rushed to her cheeks. She reached behind her, unclasping her bra and letting it fall to the floor, the cool air hitting her bare skin and making her nipples harden. She swallowed, her hands moving to slip her panties down her legs, baring herself completely.
She was standing naked before him now, her body on full display. She felt her heart hammering against her chest, the heat in her cheeks spreading as his gaze swept over her, lingering on her breasts, her waist, and the firm curve of her hips.
"You've done this before, haven't you?" His voice held a faint hint of mockery, as if her shame was something to be expected, something he relished in. He rose from his chair, his movements slow, deliberate, as he approached her, his small frame somehow looming larger in her mind. Fleur's breath caught as he stopped in front of her, his eyes holding a glint of cold amusement as he looked down at her.
Without another word, he unbuckled his belt, letting his pants fall, revealing himself fully to her. Fleur's eyes widened at the sight of his cock—massive, thick, and veined, an intimidating sight that sent a fresh wave of heat rushing through her. She felt her stomach twist, a strange pulse of excitement mingling with the dread that settled heavily in her chest.
"Kneel," he ordered, his voice unyielding. Fleur hesitated only for a second before she obeyed, lowering herself to the ground, her hands resting on her thighs as she looked up at him, her body tense with anticipation. Okoye's gaze never left hers as he stepped closer, his cock inches from her face.
"Be useful," he said, his tone laced with condescension. Fleur swallowed, her hands shaking as she reached up, wrapping her fingers around his length. The weight and heat of it in her hand made her cheeks flush, and she felt her breath hitch as she leaned forward, her lips parting.
She took him into her mouth, her jaw stretching as she struggled to accommodate his size. The thickness of him made her jaw ache, but Okoye's hand tangled in her hair, guiding her movements with a forceful grip that left no room for hesitation. She tried to keep up, her lips sliding along his cock as he thrust deeper, pressing into her throat, making her gag as he pushed further.
The degradation was complete, her body reduced to nothing more than a tool for his pleasure. She could feel the wetness pooling between her legs, her own shameful arousal betraying her as Okoye's cock filled her mouth, stretching her throat with each rough thrust. Her hands gripped his thighs, steadying herself as she struggled to take him fully, her cheeks flushed with a mixture of humiliation and undeniable arousal.
The door opened suddenly, and Fleur's heart skipped, her cheeks burning as she heard the familiar voice behind her.
"Well, well," Antoine drawled, his tone dripping with mockery. "You certainly look eager today, Fleur."
Fleur felt her body tense as Okoye pulled back slightly, allowing her to catch her breath. She remained on all fours, her back arched, her body fully exposed to the two men in the room. She didn't dare move, her heart pounding as she felt Antoine's gaze rove over her, lingering on the curve of her ass, the wetness between her legs now undeniable.
Antoine moved closer, his smirk widening as he took in the sight before him. He walked around her, his hand trailing along her spine, making her shiver as he stopped behind her. She could feel the heat of his presence, the anticipation building as he leaned down, his breath hot against her ear.
"You didn't think we'd let you go so easily, did you?" he murmured, his voice a dark whisper that sent a thrill down her spine. He reached down, his hand squeezing her ass, spreading her cheeks as he admired the view, his gaze filled with satisfaction at the sight of her arousal.
Fleur's body trembled as she knelt there, completely at their mercy, the air thick with tension and the promise of further degradation. She could feel Antoine's eyes on her, the weight of their gaze a reminder of just how far she had fallen, and yet, the thrill of it left her breathless, her body betraying her once again.
Chapter 6: The Double Penetration Fleur knelt on the cold floor, her body trembling with anticipation and dread as she prepared to be devoured by the two men before her. Professor Antoine crouched behind her, his breath hot against her skin, a predatory grin spreading across his lips. The glint in his eyes sent a thrill of fear and excitement through her, making her heart race with the knowledge of what was to come.
As his fingers tangled in her hair, he guided her closer to Okoye's massive cock, forcing her to open her mouth wide. "Suck him, Fleur," he commanded, his tone smooth yet demanding. She obeyed, wrapping her lips around Professor Okoye's thick shaft, her tongue swirling around the tip as she tried to suppress her gag reflex.
While she worked on Okoye, Professor Antoine positioned himself behind her, his hands gripping her hips as he leaned in. She gasped as she felt his tongue flick against her swollen clit, the sensation sending shockwaves of pleasure coursing through her. He was skilled, teasing her with soft strokes before plunging deeper, his tongue delving into her wetness.
"Such a dirty little girl," Antoine murmured, his voice muffled against her dripping core. "Can't get enough, can you?" His words sent a jolt of shame and desire spiraling within her, igniting the familiar ache deep in her belly.
As he feasted on her pussy, Antoine's fingers slid down to her ass, teasing her tight entrance. She could feel his fingers slick with her arousal as he pressed a finger against her hole, slowly easing it in. The sensation was overwhelming; the combination of his tongue on her clit and the intrusion of his finger in her ass made her head spin.
"Fuck, you're so tight," he groaned, his voice low and husky. "You're going to love this." With a deliberate motion, he added another finger, stretching her wider, pushing her closer to the edge. The pleasure was intense, the mix of pain and ecstasy leaving her gasping for breath.
Fleur felt the pressure building within her as she bobbed her head on Okoye's cock, her throat tightening around him. Her body reacted instinctively, the forbidden pleasure intertwining with the degradation of the moment. She could hear the low chuckles from both men as they revelled in her submission, their voices dripping with mockery.
"Look at her, Antoine," Okoye taunted, a smirk on his face. "She loves it. Just a filthy little slut."
Antoine's fingers worked relentlessly, curling deep inside her ass as his tongue flicked faster against her swollen clit. She felt the tension coiling within her, building to a breaking point as she desperately sucked Okoye, the weight of his cock in her mouth becoming almost too much to bear.
"Keep going, Fleur," Antoine urged, his voice dripping with desire. "Let it go. I want to taste you."
With one final, intense thrust of his fingers, the pleasure exploded within her. She couldn't hold back; a wave of ecstasy crashed over her as she squirted, soaking Antoine's face with her juices. The sensation was blinding, her body quaking with release as she cried out around Okoye's cock.
"Such a good little whore," Okoye hissed, thrusting deeper into her mouth, forcing her to swallow every drop of pleasure.
As her climax faded, Antoine withdrew his fingers, leaving her feeling empty yet wanting more. He positioned himself behind her, his cock pressing against her soaked entrance, ready to claim her fully.
"Are you ready for more, Fleur?" he asked, his tone teasing yet firm. "You've been such a good girl."
Fleur's heart raced, a mix of fear and excitement coursing through her veins. The weight of his words settled heavily in her mind, the thrill of submission battling against the remnants of her shame. She swallowed hard, her breath hitching as her body responded instinctively, the ache between her legs undeniable.
"Yes, Professor," she breathed, her voice trembling but filled with a dark yearning. "I want it."
The admission hung in the air, a surrender that left her feeling both exhilarated and vulnerable. It felt wrong, yet so right, and the way Antoine's lips curled into a wicked smile ignited a fire within her. This was the moment she had been both craving and dreading—the crossing of a line that would leave her forever changed.
With that simple acknowledgment, she leaned into the pleasure that was about to unfold, her body quivering in anticipation as she surrendered fully to the depths of her darkest desires.
With a firm grip on her hips, Antoine thrust forward, burying himself deep inside her. The sensation was overwhelming; she felt herself stretch around him, a mix of pain and pleasure flooding her senses.
"Take it," Antoine growled, his hands gripping her tighter as he began to thrust, each movement driving deeper, claiming her with every powerful stroke. Okoye watched, a smirk on his face, clearly enjoying the sight of Fleur being used.
In one swift movement, Okoye pulled his cock from her mouth, leaving Fleur gasping, her lips swollen and slick with spit. She barely had a moment to breathe before he was behind her, his hands firm on her hips as he lined himself up with her ass. The blunt pressure against her tight entrance made her pulse quicken, and a mix of anticipation and shame flooded her as he pressed forward, stretching her inch by inch.
"Oh...fuck," she whimpered, her body responding with a dark thrill despite the ache. The feeling of his thick cock pushing into her asshole was overwhelming, filling her completely in a way that left her gasping. Before she could adjust, Antoine grabbed her chin, forcing her to look back at him with a smirk as he thrust harder into her pussy, burying himself deep. The intensity of being taken from both ends sent her mind spinning, her body quivering as she was caught between them.
"Look at you," Okoye growled, his voice low and rough, "taking us like the filthy slut you are. You were made for this." His words dripped with mockery, but Fleur felt the sting of arousal pulse through her, each degrading word making her ache with a need she couldn't deny.
With every thrust, her body tightened around them, her pussy clenching around Antoine while her ass stretched to accommodate Okoye's relentless rhythm. The sensations collided, raw and brutal, flesh slapping against flesh as they filled her without mercy. She was nothing more than a vessel for their pleasure, her mind clouded with a dizzying mix of shame and ecstasy. Her moans came out muffled, each vibration sending shockwaves through her body as her climax built.
Her muffled sounds grew louder with each thrust, filling the room with a mix of gasps and helpless moans.
"Oh... please... oh, fuck... it's too much..." she whimpered, voice barely a whisper between ragged breaths. Her body rocked forward, unable to hold back the sounds spilling from her lips.
"Ah—oh! Yes... ohhh—please..."
The pressure inside her built, and her moans turned desperate, each one escaping with a tremor. "Ohh... I... can't... oh fuck me, I—please don't stop..." she cried, her voice breaking as she surrendered fully, her words melting into breathless whimpers.
"Y-yes, yes, I... ahhh..."
Antoine's grip on her chin tightened, forcing her to keep eye contact as he sneered, "Are you close, Fleur? I want to hear you scream."
The words pushed her to the edge, every nerve in her body alight with sensation. The relentless pressure, the brutal fullness, the way their cocks stretched her from both ends—it was too much. Her body trembled, every inch of her surrendering as she let go, the release so intense she couldn't hold back. She came violently, her pussy spasming around Antoine's cock as she squirted, her body convulsing, shaking uncontrollably. Her climax left her breathless, mind blank, unable to form words as they continued to pound into her.
Her body seized with the force of her release, and the words escaped her lips in gasping cries, raw and breathless.
"Oh—oh my..., yes... yes... I can't... I'm cumming... please—don't stop...!" Her voice wavered, trembling as her orgasm tore through her, each pulse of pleasure leaving her weaker. "Ohhh... it's too much... please... more... I... I can't—"
Her words became broken, nearly incoherent as her climax overwhelmed her, body quivering uncontrollably, breaths catching as waves of sensation crashed over her. "Yes... yes... oh fuck... it's so... ahhh...!"
As her orgasm ripped through her, Fleur's body tightened and pulsed around them, her muscles clenching desperately as the pleasure built to an unbearable peak. She felt a surge of heat rush through her, her body responding with raw, unrestrained need. Suddenly, she exploded in a violent climax, her walls spasming uncontrollably around Antoine's cock, gripping him as she came hard. A flood of wetness gushed from her, soaking both men, her body betraying her completely as she squirted, coating them with her release.
"Oh—yes... yes..." she cried, her body shuddering, hips bucking as waves of pleasure left her weak, breathless. The intensity of her orgasm left her trembling
As Fleur's climaxed, her body relaxed momentarily, only to be drawn back into a relentless rhythm as they shifted her into different positions, their hands firmly guiding her. They moved between her mouth, her butt hole, and her pussy, each switch heightening her sensitivity and drawing out a new wave of helpless arousal. The sensations overlapped, each thrust pushing her further past her limits, leaving her gasping as her body surrendered entirely. Their words echoed around her, taunting and claiming her. "Look at you, taking us like you were made for this," one growled, gripping her hips tightly. Each change in position left her more breathless, her body quivering as she felt another climax building, unstoppable.
She came again and again, her body trembling uncontrollably, mind lost in the haze of pleasure. Her responses grew faint, her voice reduced to gasping cries as she felt them both reach their peak, their words low and commanding. "You're ours now," one murmured, filling her, while the other tightened his hold, pushing her over the edge one last time.
As the men reached their own peaks, she felt the heat of their cum filling her completely, marking her as theirs. When they finally pulled away, she was left kneeling on the floor, body spent, the remnants of their touch lingering on her skin. Cum dripped from both her holes, leaving her utterly speechless, her mind spinning with the reality of what she'd just experienced.
Antoine's voice cut through the silence, sharp and commanding. "Clean us up, Fleur. Show us what a good little slut you are."
Her heart pounded, her body trembling as she obeyed, the shame mingling with an undeniable thrill as she knelt before them, ready to submit completely.
Professor Okoye smirked, his voice dripping with satisfaction. "Look at you, completely used up. You took everything we gave you."
The other chuckled softly, bending down to meet her gaze. "Bet you didn't expect to enjoy it this much, did you?"
Chapter 7: The Next Invitation Fleur adjusted her clothes, feeling the heat of shame still lingering on her skin as she prepared to leave. Before she could step toward the door, Antoine's voice stopped her, calm yet commanding.
"You've done well today, Fleur," Antoine murmured, his gaze tracing her flushed face with satisfaction. "More than proving yourself... quite capable." His tone held an edge of amusement, and though his words were praise, they left her feeling exposed, reduced. Yet, a traitorous flicker of pride mingled with the shame that simmered under her skin.
Okoye stepped forward, his eyes dark and lingering as he studied her. "Quite the gift you've brought us, Antoine," he said with a cold, appreciative tone, letting his gaze rake over her. "I must say, she's exceeded expectations. Her eagerness to please is... refreshing."
He tilted her chin up with a finger, forcing her to meet his gaze. "Thank you, Antoine, for introducing her to what true service looks like. I trust she'll continue to learn exactly what's expected of her."
The words hung heavy in the air, their intent clear, as Fleur's heart pounded, both humiliated and inexplicably drawn to the sense of dark approval surrounding her.
She forced herself to nod, eyes lowered, as a strange thrill coursed through her.
Antoine continued, his tone deceptively warm, "It's not often we find someone so eager to serve. Someone willing to understand their... place." He took a step closer, his presence a dark cloud that surrounded her, making her pulse race. "But there's always more to be done, Fleur. A true task of loyalty, should you wish to accept it."
Fleur's heart thudded as she met his gaze, an uneasy knot forming in her stomach. "Another... task?" she managed, her voice barely above a whisper.
Antoine's smirk widened, his eyes glinting. "Precisely. And this time, it's a task that may even... deepen a friendship."
He let the words hang, their meaning dawning on her slowly. Alyona. Her pulse quickened, and her stomach churned with a strange mix of fear and something darker, something she dared not acknowledge. His expression told her he knew—knew exactly what flickered behind her eyes.
"And that new friend of yours, Alyona... a striking young woman," he added, his voice a low murmur. "Seems a shame she's missing out on what you've... enjoyed."
The suggestion felt heavy, like a shackle, and yet a shameful thrill coursed through her veins at the thought of Alyona drawn into the same dark web. "Alyona?" she stammered, feigning surprise though her cheeks betrayed her, flushing deeply.
Antoine's gaze was steady, the faintest edge of mockery in his eyes. "It would be selfish, wouldn't you agree, to keep such pleasures to yourself? After all, true friendship is built on trust... and sharing."
The words settled over her like a weight, twisting inside her. She imagined Alyona here, her friend's face wide-eyed, caught off guard yet intrigued, unaware of the depths Fleur had already descended. The idea was horrifying, and yet her heart raced at the vision, shame mingling with a sense of dark excitement.
"I don't... I don't know if she'd—" Fleur started, but Antoine cut her off, his voice a low, menacing whisper.
"Oh, I think she would," he replied smoothly. "With the right... encouragement. And I trust you'll make it clear, Fleur, what we expect." He leaned in close, his breath warm against her ear. "Next week. Same time. And bring her."
He straightened, casting her a look that made her pulse race with dread. "I'd hate for anything to get in the way of the progress you've made here, Fleur. It's taken such... dedication on your part to secure your place. And, of course, I'd imagine you wouldn't want to risk that over a small request."
The words sliced through her, their meaning unmistakable. Her heart raced as she gave a small nod, understanding all too well the price of her place here and what it would take to keep it.
Antoine stepped back, a satisfied gleam in his eye as he watched the realisation settle over her. "Good," he said simply, gesturing toward the door, his final word a dismissal that carried an undeniable command.
With unsteady legs, Fleur moved toward the hallway, the weight of their expectations pressing down on her like a shackle. As the cool air met her skin, a swirl of guilt and dark excitement twisted in her stomach. She had become their tool—no, their whore—and now, to secure her standing, she would have to convince Alyona to join her. The shame burned, yet a traitorous thrill pulsed beneath it, her mind already racing with thoughts of how to bring her friend into this web she herself couldn't escape.
As she walked away, the realization settled in: next week would be only the beginning
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