Act I, Chapter 01A – A Private Meeting with the Dean
By Pesteng Ahem
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“Relaks, Miss Mendez,” I whispered. “Kaya mo ‘yan.”
“Awk… Aaaaawwwwwwkkk… Hindi ko talaga kaya, Sir.” She stopped what she was doing, lay her hands on her lap and looked up at me. Her breath was ragged from exertion and her eyes were a little watery from her effort. I have to give it to her — she really was trying her best. However, her best just wasn’t satisfactory. She was, after all, a university scholar. This just wouldn’t do. Not at all.
“Hija, hindi ka pa nangangalahati, handa ka nang sumuko?” I needed to be careful that she wasn’t thoroughly discouraged, especially at this crucial point in her training.
I caught the attention of my PhD student who was seated on my couch and closely observing the proceedings. “Miss Collins, please demonstrate the manoeuvre once again for the benefit of Miss Mendez.” Saige, my 24-year-old student and all-around Girl Friday, rose from the couch in my office and took her position next to the kneeling Crissy — real name Cristina Nancy Simsuangco Mendez.
Saige Collins was quite the find. In the three years that I’ve held the position of Professor of Psychology and Dean of Student Affairs at the Trinitas University of the Philippines (TUP), I’ve been busy with teaching, research and administrative duties. Saige’s skills have been crucial in keeping my lab running. She had to go through numerous hoops to land the gig as my PhD student. I’m well known in the university and overseas for adhering strictly to the highest levels of academic performance. I am uncompromising in my standards. Students from all over the world apply to be supervised by me, but I’m very selective in whom I accept for training. If you can’t live up to my expectations, you’re finished in this field. Prior to Saige’s arrival, three students had already quit because of the demands of the training. I hear they’ve since abandoned their dreams and are quietly raising children for their seamen husbands in their home provinces. So much for ambition!
Saige joined my team eleven months ago. Two years ago, I received 57 million pesos over five years from the Health Research Council of New Zealand to conduct research into the process of maternal-infant bonding in mothers who abused narcotic substances. The grant specifically provided for funding to recruit and train PhD students from New Zealand. Saige had just finished her master’s in cognitive neuroscience from Auckland University when she saw the advertisement to join my lab in Manila.
Saige is slim and tall, standing 5’8″ without shoes. Her Irish heritage is obvious from her flaming red hair that came down to the middle of her back, alabaster skin and peppering of freckles over her face, neck, shoulders and upper chest. The weather in the Philippines is nothing like Auckland, but Saige took to it quite well. She loves basking in the sun and working on her tan on the balcony of the lab at the top floor of the Science Building. She was now sporting a nice glow.
Today, she was dressed tastefully in a tight red t-shirt and stressed designer jeans. The only thing that prevented many males and quite a few females from ogling her 38DD chest and 34-inch ass was the white lab coat that she always wore around campus. I was clear about this when I hired her. I could not afford any hijinks in the lab, especially given the sensitivity of the work we were doing as well as my reputation. Her body was one such distraction and she was to dress professionally at all times.
As it happened, the lab coat, her t-shirt and jeans were on the couch right next to those of Crissy. Her bra and panties weren’t in the pile of clothes because she never wore any. These, too, were my explicit instructions. Crissy had yet to learn this, but that would happen in time. All in good time.
As her naked frame rose from the couch and she made her way next to the equally naked Crissy, I noticed that Saige was slowly rubbing her clit with her right hand. Fuck, I loved this girl! Crissy noticed it too and was trying not to stare at the beautiful woman coming closer.
Saige knelt to the right of Crissy and slowly rubbed her back and shoulders with her left hand to put her at ease. “Don’t worry, sweetie. Practice makes perfect.”
“First things first,” she said. “The Dean likes to see your face when you suck his cock. Why don’t we take your hair into a ponytail so it gets out of the way? Can you do that for me, baby girl?”
Crissy nodded and slowly gathered her shoulder-length hair into a ponytail using a hair tie in the shape of a Pokemon. She used both her hands to perform the action, causing her to thrust her tits out involuntarily as she tied her hair back.
Saige took the opportunity the move her left hand around Crissy’s back to touch lightly the side of Crissy’s left tit. This caused Crissy’s body to tense a little. “You’ve got a great body, sweetie. What size are your tits,” Saige asked. “Wait. Don’t tell me. Let me guess.” Saige moved her left hand to cup Crissy’s left tit from behind and felt its weight and size. I noticed that Saige’s right hand hadn’t left her pussy. In fact, she was slowly inserting a long middle finger into her bald snatch as she slowly mashed Crissy’s tit.
“Ugghhh…” Crissy moaned. She had never had another woman touch her like this before.
“Sshhhh… I need to get a good feel to properly estimate its size. Keep your hands behind your head, sweetie. This won’t take a moment.” It was clear that Saige wasn’t so much interested in estimating the young girl’s tit size as she was trying to bring her nipple to full attention. Saige had taken the pink nipple between the index and middle finger of her left hand and using it to stretch the entire tit from Crissy’s chest. The tit sprung back with little sag when Saige released the trapped nipple. God bless teenagers’ tits! I couldn’t wait to cum all over them and Saige knew this.
Saige’s right hand was now moving in and out of her bald pussy much more noticeably. This was because her ring finger had joined her middle finger in her pussy. In the bright lights of my office, I could clearly see the juices coating her fingers.
“Hmmm…. 35C, I think.”
“Hindi po. 35B po.”
“Wow, you must have a long line of boys wanting to ask for your number! Do you have a boyfriend, sweetie?”
“Ay, wala pa po.”
“That’s a shame, sweetie. You need to feel what a body like yours can do.”
Crissy still had her hands behind her head and Saige was still playing with Crissy’s left tit. Saige was still thrusting her right hand in and out of her pussy and the object of Crissy’s training — my cock — was still throbbing in front of their faces.
“OK, sweetie. Pay attention,” Saige said. “You have to go slowly and treat the Dean’s cock gently. After all, this is what pays for your tuition.” Saige pulled her fingers from her pussy and used her right hand to grasp my cock. She started at the base and allowed her hand to travel up to the tip, spreading her pussy juices up the shaft. My cock was coated in a thin sheen of pussy juice. This was not lost to Crissy.
“Come closer to me, sweetie, and cup the Dean’s balls with your left hand.” Without stopping her caressing of Crissy’s tit, Saige pulled her closer to my cock. Crissy grabbed my balls a little too roughly and a grunted in displeasure.
“Easy, baby girl. They’re very sensitive to squeezing. Gently cup the sack and try to feel each ball in turn. Don’t squeeze, just feel. Why don’t you follow what I do on your gorgeous tits.” Saige positioned herself behind Crissy and grabbed her right tit with her left hand. She slowly caressed Crissy’s right tit and I could feel Crissy mimic the pressure and movements with her left hand on my balls.
“That’s it, sweetie. You’re doing so good. Look how hard the Dean is now!” Saige was slowly moving her right hand from the base to the tip of my cock using a snug grip learnt after months of training. “He’s getting a little dry. We must make sure that the Dean’s cock is well lubricated. Why don’t you spit on it a little, sweetie?”
Crissy was taken aback by the request and it showed on her face. “Haha don’t worry. There’s nothing gross about a little spit. Here, let me go first and you can try.” Saige gathered up the spit in her mouth and positioned her head above my shaft, letting the glob of saliva drip slowly onto the head of my cock. “See? Easy. Now you try it.”
Saige pulled the nipple on Crissy’s right tit to encourage her to move closer to my cock. Once in position over the middle o…