"You know you're not supposed to sleep in here, right?" a voice pierced through the quiet.

Laura's eyes snapped open, the world swimming into focus around her. The dim lights of the library's study room cast a gentle glow on her surroundings, revealing the rows of bookshelves and the empty seats that surrounded her. She blinked, her heart racing as she realized she had nodded off at the table she'd been studying at. The voice had come from behind her. Slowly, she turned her head to find the source.

The guard, a blonde woman with sharp blue eyes and a stern expression, was standing over her. Her uniform, a crisp navy-blue blouse and matching slacks, was perfectly pressed, the badge glinting in the light. Laura felt a hot blush creeping up her neck as she looked down at her half-buttoned pants, the evidence of her recent indiscretion clear as day. Her phone, which she had set aside, was open to the spanking porn she had been watching. Panic set in as she realized she had left it there, unlocked and unhidden.

"I-I'm so sorry," Laura stuttered, reaching for her phone with trembling hands. "I just needed a... a break. I didn't mean to..."

The guard's stern look didn't waver as she stepped closer, easily plucking the device from the table. Laura's cheeks burned hotter than the sun as she watched the woman's eyes scan the open screen, the video of a young woman being spanked playing out before her. She felt a strange mix of embarrassment and arousal, her body betraying her as she squirmed in her seat. The guard's gaze was unreadable, but Laura could feel the weight of judgment pressing down on her.

"You really should know better, young lady," the guard said, her voice a firm but not entirely unkind. "The library is for learning, not... this." She held up the phone, the video still playing, the sound of slaps echoing in the quiet room. Laura felt the guards' eyes on her, the pressure of her stares like a thousand needles prickling her skin.

With a gasp, Laura reached for her phone, desperation fueling her movements. She managed to push her chair back, her knees knocking against the metal frame, but it was too late. The guard had already seen everything. In her hurry to cover herself, her jacket slipped off the back of the chair, exposing her pants, pushed down to her knees. Her cheeks burned as she realized her mistake. The guard's expression shifted, a flicker of something Laura couldn't quite read crossing her features.

Officer Allison Jemson was indeed surprised. Laura, with her long brunette hair and deep brown eyes, had the kind of beauty that could make heads turn. The idea that she would resort to watching such explicit content alone in a public place was... intriguing. Allison had seen her around campus before but never paid much attention, assuming she was one of the many students who had their lives figured out. Clearly, she had been wrong. Laura's desperation and vulnerability in this moment made her seem more human, more... approachable.

"Leave your pants as they are," Allison instructed firmly, placing a hand on Laura's shoulder to stop her. Laura froze, eyes wide with fear and embarrassment. "I'll be right back. I need to lock up the library."

When Allison returned, she set her hand on her hip, the keys jingling in her pocket. She looked Laura up and down, her gaze lingering on the student's bare skin. "Alright," she began, her voice a mix of authority and curiosity. "Why don't you start by explaining to me what you think you're doing here?"

Laura's throat was dry, her words sticking to her mouth like glue. She stumbled over her apology, trying to come up with an excuse that would cover the truth without revealing her deepest, darkest secrets. "I-I was just... I've been so stressed with school," she managed to croak out. "I'm writing this paper for my psychology class on human sexuality, and we're studying deviant behavior, and it's just so... distracting."

Allison's gaze sharpened as she took in Laura's flustered state. The scene on the phone showed a stern-faced female teacher with her hair in a tight bun, dressed in a strict, yet somehow alluring, outfit that screamed authority. Laura couldn't help but feel a twinge of excitement as she recognized the familiar plot unfolding—the naughty student caught and about to be taught a very personal lesson. She had watched the same scene so many times before, but now it was playing out in front of her in a way she never could have imagined.

Allison demands, "who is your professor that is giving such distracting assignment?"

Laura blushes and even darker shade of crimson and mumble "I am Professor Wirth's TA."

"Professor Wirth, huh?" Allison said, her expression unreadable. Anna Wirth was the University's newest professor in the psychology department and was Allison's age, not much older than Laura. Laura nodded, feeling her heart pound in her chest as she realized that the guard might actually know her. "Interesting choice of... study material." Laura's eyes darted around the room, desperately searching for a way out of this mortifying situation. She couldn't believe her luck—not only had she been caught, but the person who found her was a close friend of the very professor whose class she was supposed to be working on.

Allison took a step closer, her hand still resting on Laura's shoulder. Laura could feel the warmth of her touch through the fabric of her shirt, sending a shiver down her spine. "You know, Laura, Professor Wirth is a very good friend of mine." The guard's voice was softer now, with a hint of something Laura couldn't quite place. It wasn't anger, but it certainly wasn't approval. "What would she say if she knew how you were really studying for her class?"

With a sudden burst of courage, Laura blurted out, "I can explain, it's not what you think!" But the words sounded weak even to her own ears. How could she explain the thrill she felt watching scenes that mirrored her own secret desires? The way her heart raced every time a firm hand connected with a bare bottom, the way her cheeks burned with the same shame she felt now.

But before Laura could elaborate, Allison was already pulling out her own phone. "In fact, let's find out," she said with a smirk. Laura's heart plummeted. She knew Allison and Professor Wirth were close, but she hadn't expected this. The guard's thumb danced across the screen, and Laura watched in horror as the phone lit up with a call to her psychology professor. Laura's mind raced with the potential consequences of this revelation, her stomach churning with dread.

The line picked up almost immediately. "Anna, it's Allison. I've got a little... situation here on the 7th floor," Allison said, her eyes never leaving Laura. "I think you'd be quite interested in it." Laura felt like a deer in headlights, unable to move or speak as the guard held the phone out to her, offering her a chance to explain herself. "It seems one of your students has taken your lessons in human sexuality a bit too far."

Professor Wirth's voice was cool and calm. "Who is it?" she asked. Laura's heart was in her throat, knowing that her fate was about to be sealed.

Allison held the phone closer to Laura's face. "It's Laura," she said, her grip firm on Laura's shoulder. "Go ahead, tell her what you've been up to." Laura's voice was a whisper. "Professor Wirth, I'm so sorry. I didn't mean for this to happen. I was just... writing my thesis."

The silence on the line was deafening. Then, Professor Wirth spoke, her tone measured and composed. "I see. Allison, I'll be right up to discuss this with Laura. Please, keep an eye on her until I arrive." Professor Writh did not have far to go. Her office was in the 3rd floor of the Library. Laura felt a mix of relief and dread wash over her. At least she wouldn't have to explain herself over the phone, but now she had to face her professor in person, with the evidence of her actions laid bare before them both.

Allison nodded, her expression unreadable. "Good," she said, ending the call. She looked Laura in the eyes, her grip on her shoulder tightening. "You're going to wait here until she arrives. And when she does, you're going to explain everything to her. Do you understand?" Laura nodded, her voice lost to her. She had never felt so exposed, so utterly humiliated. Laura went to pull up here jeans, but Allison stopped her again, stating, "you're going to explain everything!"

The wait was agonizing, the minutes stretching out like hours. Laura could feel the wetness spreading on her panties, a stark reminder of her arousal and the situation she had gotten herself into. The anticipation of Professor Wirth's arrival was almost unbearable, her mind racing with what the professor would say, what she would do. Would she be furious? Disappointed? Or... something else?

Finally, the sound of footsteps echoed down the hallway, and Laura's heart jumped into her throat. Professor Wirth, a stern-looking woman with short, dark hair and sharp, intelligent eyes, strode into the study room. She took in the scene with a single glance—Laura with her pants around her knees, the phone on the desk, and Allison standing over her with an unreadable expression.

"Well, Laura, it seems you've found a rather... unorthodox way to prepare for your thesis," Professor Wirth said, her voice calm and measured. Laura felt a wave of embarrassment crash over her as the professor approached, her cheeks burning even hotter than before.

"I'm so sorry," Laura managed to say again, her voice barely above a whisper. She couldn't bring herself to look Professor Wirth in the eye, instead focusing on the floor between her knees.

Allison's smirk grew wider as she watched Laura squirm. "Why don't you tell Professor Wirth what you were doing here, Laura?" she prompted, her voice still carrying that hint of amusement. Laura felt the blood rush to her cheeks as she realized that her secret was out. There was no hiding now.

Laura couldn't move or speak. But Allison picked up the phone and hit the 'replay' button. The video started again, and she watched in horror as the scene unfolded—the stern professor and the naughty student, the sound of slaps filling the room. Professor Wirth's eyes narrowed as she took in the screen, and Laura felt a strange mix of fear and excitement. This was not how her spanking fantasy unfolded when she was alone.

"Well, it seems you are looking for some inspiration for your paper," Professor Wirth said, her tone eerily similar to the one Laura had heard in the videos. Laura gasped, her voice shaking as she replied with relief, "Yes, it was just for research and to give me some ideas for the paper."

To Laura's shock, Professor Wirth didn't seem mad—instead, she looked thoughtful. "Come over here," the professor instructed, gesturing to the chair she was sitting in. Laura's legs trembled as she pushed her chair back, her bare thighs cold against the plastic. She couldn't believe she was going to get off with just a talking-to. As she approached the chair, her eyes flickered to the guard, who was watching the scene with a knowing smile. Allison had moved to lean against the desk, arms folded over her chest, her gaze intense and unwavering.

Laura stood before the chair, her heart racing as Professor Wirth looked directly at her pulled down panties. Laura hoped she didn't see the dark wet spot she sure was there from her earlier activities. "Now, Laura," the professor began, "I'm not one to be too strict about how you choose to study, but I do expect my students to behave appropriately, especially in public." Laura nodded fervently, her eyes on the floor. "But I can see that you are quite... dedicated to your research." The professor's voice was low, almost purring, and Laura felt a shiver of something that was definitely not fear run through her.

"You know, I've always believed in learning by doing," Professor Wirth said, her eyes gleaming with a mischief Laura had never seen in class. Laura's breath caught in her throat as the professor reached out and lightly snapped the elastic of Laura's panties. The sound echoed through the empty room, and Laura felt her body respond in ways she couldn't control. "What better way to understand the psychological effects of deviant sexual behavior than to experience it firsthand?"

The words hung in the air, and Laura's mind raced with the implications. Was Professor Wirth really suggesting what she thought she was? The anticipation was almost too much to bear. She looked up, searching the professor's face for a sign that she was joking, but found only a serious, yet excited expression.

"I-I don't understand," Laura stuttered, her heart pounding in her chest. But she did understand. The thought of experiencing the very thing she had been fantasizing about was both terrifying and exhilarating.

Professor Wirth leaned closer, clicking her tongue with admonishment. Laura felt the warmth of her breath, her stern expression never wavering. "I think it's time for a practical lesson," she said, her voice a low murmur. Laura's eyes darted to Allison, who gave her a knowing wink. The guard took a step back, a smug smile playing on her lips as she folded her arms over her chest, watching the unfolding scene with undisguised amusement.

"Come now, Laura," Professor Wirth said, her hand gesturing to her lap. Laura's legs felt like jelly as she shuffled closer, her panties on full display. She couldn't believe this was happening—that she was about to get spanked by her own professor. But the thrill of it, the excitement that coursed through her veins, was undeniable. She felt like she was in a trance, moving on instinct rather than thought.

As Laura bent over, her heart racing, she felt Allison's hands gently but firmly guiding her into place on the professor's lap. The cool leather of the chair was a stark contrast to the heat in her cheeks. She gripped the chair's armrests tightly, her eyes squeezed shut as she awaited the first smack.

"Spread your legs wider," Professor Wirth instructed, her voice steady. Laura did as she was told, feeling the cool air of the library brush against her bare thighs. The anticipation was almost too much to bear. She heard the faint sound of Professor Wirth adjusting herself before the first slap landed on her left cheek. Laura yelped, the sting surprising her more than she'd expected.

"Now, now," Professor Wirth said, her tone still calm. "Let's not interrupt the lesson, shall we?" Laura bit her lip, her eyes filling with tears that she refused to let fall. She had fantasized about this so many times, but the reality was so much more intense, so much more... real. The second smack came down on her right cheek, and she could feel the heat spreading across her skin. She squirmed, but Allison's firm hand held her in place, the guard's chuckles adding to Laura's embarrassment.

The smacks grew more frequent, Professor Wirth's hand moving in a steady rhythm. Laura's yelps grew louder, echoing through the deserted study room. Each slap brought a fresh wave of pain, but it was a pain she found herself craving. She could feel the wetness between her legs growing, the humiliation of her situation only fueling her desire. Professor Wirth's hand was surprisingly firm, each smack a stark reminder of her power. Laura's thoughts swirled in a maelstrom of arousal and embarrassment, the line between the two blurring into something deliciously overwhelming.

The professor's hand paused for a moment, and Laura felt a brief flicker of disappointment before she felt the professor's cool hand against her skin. Laura's eyes snapped open, and she watched in shock as the guard stepped behind her and pulled down Laura's panties.

"Now, now," Professor Wirth said with a hint of amusement. "Let's not keep this lesson theoretical. You want to understand the psychological effects of such behavior, don't you?" Laura nodded, her eyes wide with anticipation and fear. "Good," the professor said, her hand coming down with renewed force. Laura yelped, her body jolting with each smack. The pain was sharp and intense, but it was quickly overtaken by a warmth spreading through her, a feeling she hadn't expected.

After a few more smacks, Professor Wirth paused again, her hand resting on Laura's now bright red bottom. "Allison, why don't you feel how warm Laura's cheeks have become?" The guard stepped closer, a knowing smile on her face. Laura felt a shiver of excitement as the security guard's hand hovered over her exposed skin, the coolness of the room a stark contrast to the heat of her bottom.

Allison's palm made contact with Laura's warm flesh, her touch featherlight. Laura's breath hitched as the guard began to stroke her gently, her fingertips tracing the outline of her bottom with surprising tenderness. Professor Wirth's eyes gleamed with approval, and Laura felt a strange sense of pride at being the center of their attention. But the moment was shattered as Allison's hand moved away. "Spread your legs wider," she demanded, her voice firm and commanding. Laura complied, her cheeks burning with both embarrassment and a strange sense of excitement.

The guard stepped closer, her eyes locked on Laura's exposed pussy. Laura felt a rush of heat as Allison's hand plunged into the dampness between her thighs. The guard's fingers danced around her clit, teasing and probing. Laura's eyes rolled back in her head as she moaned, her body betraying her with its unmistakable arousal. "Look at that," Allison said, her voice filled with satisfaction. "You're so wet." Laura's face was a picture of absolute mortification, but she couldn't deny the truth of Allison's words. She was excited, and the guard knew it.

Professor Wirth's hand replaced Allison's, her touch surprisingly gentle as she explored Laura's sensitive flesh. Laura gasped, her body quivering with each stroke. "It seems you're quite the eager pupil," Professor Wirth murmured, her voice thick with amusement. Laura felt the wetness spread further, soaking her thighs as the professor's fingers slipped inside her. Laura's cheeks burned with both humiliation and desire, her body responding in a way she had never experienced before.

Allison stepped back, watching with a mix of amusement and hunger as Professor Wirth picked up the pace. Laura's yelps grew louder, her breath coming in ragged gasps. The guard's hand left Laura's pussy, and she felt the absence acutely. But it was only for a moment—Professor Wirth had resumed her rhythm, her hand coming down with renewed vigor. Laura's body responded in kind, her arousal growing with each smack.

"It seems you're enjoying this a bit too much, Miss Laura," Professor Wirth said, her voice thick with a mockery that Laura found strangely arousing. Laura's cheeks burned, both from the spanking and the accusation. She hadn't meant for it to go this far—she had just wanted to relieve some stress, not become the star of her own twisted fantasy. But as the slaps continued to rain down, she couldn't help the way her body arched into the pain, seeking more.

With a final smack, Professor Wirth's hand stopped. Laura felt the loss of contact like a void, her body craving the heat that had been building within her. "Now, let's see how much you're really enjoying this," the professor said, her voice a low purr.

"Look at her, Allison," Professor Wirth said, her voice dripping with satisfaction. "Look how eager she is for more." Laura felt the guard's eyes on her, her body exposed and vulnerable. "What's the matter, Laura?" Professor Wirth taunted. "Can't handle the real thing?"

Allison's hand hovered over Laura's red, throbbing flesh. "Do you want me to feel how hot you are?" she asked, her voice filled with a teasing lilt. Laura nodded frantically, unable to form words. The guard's palm made contact, the heat from Laura's bottom radiating into her hand. She began to rub in slow, gentle circles, the warmth of Laura's skin making her own pulse quicken. Laura's body responded, her hips rolling slightly.

But then, just as she was about to reach the peak of her climax, the spanking stopped abruptly. Laura's body tensed, and she looked back over her shoulder in confusion. Allison and Professor Wirth were both watching her, the guard's hand hovering near Laura's wetness, a wicked glint in her eye. "You're not going to get off that easy," Allison said, her voice a low purr. Laura felt a mix of frustration and excitement—what could they possibly have in mind?

Professor Wirth leaned in closer, her breath hot against Laura's ear. "You're going to show us just how much of a slut you really are," she whispered, her voice filled with a dark promise. Laura felt her cheeks burn with embarrassment, but she couldn't deny the thrill that shot through her at the professor's words. "Spread your legs wider," the professor demanded, her hand guiding Laura's hips apart. Laura's heart was racing as she complied, feeling the cool air of the library against her exposed pussy.

"Spread wider," Allison demanded again, her tone now more playful than authoritative. Laura complied, her legs trembling with anticipation. She couldn't believe this was happening—not just the spanking, but the way her body was responding, the way she was being touched. The guard's finger moved in and out of her, the sensation bordering on pain but laced with an intoxicating pleasure. Laura's hips began to rock of their own accord, her body seeking release.

Laura bit her lip, trying to hold back the moan that threatened to escape. "Look at you," the professor continued, her hand pausing to feel Laura's wetness, "you're like a little bitch in heat." Laura felt her face burn with embarrassment, but she couldn't stop the way her body responded to the words, her pussy clenching around Allison's finger.

With a cruel smile, Professor Wirth removed her hand from Laura's bottom. "Since you seem to be such a fan of this little pastime," she said, holding up Laura's phone, "why don't you show us how it's done?" Laura's eyes widened in shock, her cheeks burning with a newfound humiliation. The professor leaned back in her chair, her expression expectant. Laura knew what she had to do—it was the same thing she had been caught doing. But this time, it wasn't just for her own pleasure—it was for them, her audience of two.

Her trembling hand reached down to her throbbing clit, her eyes never leaving the guard's amused gaze. She began to rub herself, trying to ignore the sting of her spanked skin. The friction was almost too much, but she couldn't deny the way her body responded. She felt like a puppet on a string, her actions controlled by the two women watching her so intently. Professor Wirth leaned closer, her eyes never leaving Laura's face. "Good girl," she murmured, her voice a dark promise. "Just like that." Laura's breath grew ragged as she increased her pace, her other hand bracing herself on the chair's armrest.

Allison stepped closer, her hand hovering over Laura's. "Let me," she offered, her voice a whisper. Laura nodded, too overwhelmed to protest. The guard's hand was rough, her fingers calloused from years of handling various security equipment. Laura felt the guard's thumb press down on her clit, applying just the right amount of pressure. The sensation was exquisite, a mix of pain and pleasure that sent her over the edge. She came hard, her body convulsing on the professor's lap.

The room was silent except for Laura's ragged breathing and the sound of her own hand slapping against her wetness. Professor Wirth's eyes never left Laura's face, her expression a mix of amusement and something else—something Laura couldn't quite place. "Now," the professor said, her voice firm, "it's time to thank Allison for bringing this little... indiscretion to my attention." Laura nodded, her face still buried in the chair's armrest. She knew what was expected of her.

The professor's eyes narrowed, a smile playing on her lips. "Good," she murmured. "Very good." Laura felt a strange sense of pride at the praise, even as her hand grew sore and her bottom burned. "Now, it's time for you to thank Allison properly." Laura caught her breath, her hand pausing mid-air. She knew what was coming—what the professor expected of her.

Professor Wirth stood up, her movement sudden and surprisingly graceful. Laura felt herself being lifted off the chair, her legs wobbling slightly as she was set onto the cold, hard floor. The professor took her place, gesturing for Allison to sit in the chair she had just vacated. Laura's eyes widened as she realized what was happening—she was going to have to perform for the guard now.

Her heart racing, Laura tentatively crawled over to the chair, her eyes never leaving Allison's amused gaze. Laura felt a strange mix of fear and excitement as she reached up and began to unbuckle Allison's pants. The leather was cool under her trembling fingers, and she felt a thrill as she pulled them down along with the guard's panties.

Without further instruction, Laura continued her task, sliding the panties down as well. Allison's pussy was bare, the hair trimmed into a neat triangle, and Laura felt a strange mix of awe and apprehension as she took in the sight. She had never been this close to another woman's sex before, had never imagined herself in such a situation. But here she was, kneeling before her, about to perform an act she had only ever dreamed of.

As Laura's hand moved to touch her, Professor Wirth's voice cut through the silence. "Remember, Laura," she said, "this is all part of the research. You're just exploring the physical reactions." Laura nodded, her cheeks flaming, and leaned in, her mouth mere inches from Allison's sex. The guard's scent was intoxicating, a mix of sweat and desire that made Laura's stomach flip.

With a deep breath, Laura pressed her lips to Allison's pussy, her tongue darting out to taste the sweetness that had been driving her wild with curiosity. The guard's hips jerked at the contact, and Laura felt a thrill of power. This wasn't just about pleasure anymore—it was about domination and submission, about pushing boundaries. And she had never felt more alive.

Allison's hands gripped Laura's hair, pulling her closer, forcing her to take in more of her scent, her taste. Laura's eyes watered as the guard's grip tightened, but she didn't protest, instead allowing herself to be used, to be the instrument of her own punishment. She could feel Professor Wirth's gaze on her, the heat of it burning into her back. She knew the professor was watching, knew she was getting off on the sight of Laura's degradation. And strangely, that only made Laura more determined to make it good.

The guard's hips began to rock against Laura's face, her moans growing louder. Laura's tongue moved in time with the rhythm, her movements growing more confident as she felt Allison's body tense. The guard's grip on her hair tightened even further, and Laura felt a thrill of fear mixed with arousal. This was it—she was going to make Allison cum, right here in the library study room, with the professor watching.

Professor Wirth's voice was a low growl, her eyes glinting with something that Laura couldn't quite identify. "Show us how much you appreciate her bringing this to my attention," she said, her words a clear command. Laura felt a strange sense of pride, knowing that she was pleasing not just Allison, but the professor as well.

The guard's hips rolled in anticipation, her hands reaching out to grip Laura's head firmly. Laura felt a jolt of fear, but it was quickly replaced by a thrill of excitement. This was what she wanted, wasn't it? To explore, to push the boundaries? She leaned in, her breath hot against Allison's skin. The guard's musky scent filled her nose, and she felt the wetness of her own arousal dribble down her thighs.

With a firm hand, Allison guided Laura's face closer, her thighs squeezing Laura's cheeks as she held her in place. Laura's heart raced as she felt the guard's warm pussy press against her nose and mouth. The soft folds of skin felt foreign and yet oddly comforting. Allison's grip tightened, and Laura knew she had no choice but to submit.

The tension in Allison grew as she pressed her hips against Laura and rocked them uncontrollably, until finally exploding all over her mouth, nose and chin. With a satisfied sigh, she got up and Professor With, already naked from the waist down, knelt on the chair.

"Now, Allison," she said, her voice commanding, "you must explore one final boundary." Laura watched, her heart racing, as the guard licked her lips.

Professor Wirth turned to face Laura, her own cheeks flushed with arousal. She bent over the chair, presenting her bare ass to Laura. Laura's eyes widened as she took in the sight of the professor's tight, round cheeks and the dark pucker of her anus. "You will lick me," she said, her voice a mix of authority and desire. "While you do, you will also rub my pussy."

Laura's eyes gleamed with excitement as she approached the professor, her own hands trembling with anticipation. She knelt down and pressed her face against the soft, wet folds of the professor's pussy, her tongue tentatively probing the sensitive skin. Professor Wirth gasped, her body jerking at the first touch. Laura could see the guard's hand disappear between her own thighs, her fingers moving in slow, deliberate circles.

The professor's voice grew softer, more urgent. "Yes, Laura," she breathed, "just like that." Laura felt a thrill at the power she wielded, her tongue moving with more confidence as Professor Wirth's hips rocked back to meet her. She felt the guard's hand on her back, guiding her closer, pushing her face deeper into the warm, wet flesh.

Allison's breath was hot against Laura's ear. "Good," she murmured, her hand stroking Laura's hair. "Now, don't forget to lick her asshole." Laura's eyes widened, but she didn't protest. This was what she deserved for masturbating in public. She leaned in, her tongue sliding over the tight ring of muscle, feeling the professor's body tense with each pass.

Professor Wirth's moans grew louder, her hips moving in a way that was both mesmerizing and intimidating. Laura could feel the guard's hand on her shoulder, urging her on, guiding her movements. She had never done anything like this before, but the thrill of it, the sheer taboo of it, had her body humming with excitement.

Her tongue danced around the professor's asshole, feeling the muscle contract with each touch. Laura's heart raced as she tentatively pushed her tongue inside, feeling the warm, velvety softness. The professor's grip on the chair tightened, her knuckles white as she fought against the pleasure. "Good girl," Allison whispered, her voice thick with approval. Laura felt a strange sense of pride, knowing she was pleasing both of them.

Allison's hand reached around the professor's thigh, her fingers finding their way to the wetness between her legs. Laura felt the guard's hand move in a slow, teasing rhythm, her thumb circling the clit with expert precision. Professor Wirth's breath grew ragged, her body trembling with need. Laura had never seen a woman so exposed, so vulnerable, and it was both terrifying and thrilling.

"Now lick my ass," Professor Wirth instructed, her voice a mix of desire and command. Laura's heart pounded in her chest, but she didn't hesitate. She leaned in, her tongue tentatively touching the soft, sensitive skin of the professor's anus. The taste was surprising—not unpleasant, but definitely not what she had been expecting. She felt the guard's hand on her shoulder, pushing her closer.

Allison's fingers found the professor's clit, stroking it gently as Laura licked and probed. Professor Wirth's hips rocked back and forth, her moans growing louder. Laura felt a strange thrill as she realized that she was the one causing this reaction, that she had this powerful woman at her mercy. She pushed her tongue deeper, feeling the professor's body tense as she hit a particularly sensitive spot.

The guard's hand was a blur of motion, rubbing the professor's clit with an expert touch. Laura felt the pressure on her shoulder increase, Allison's hand guiding her to move faster, harder. She complied, her tongue sliding in and out of Professor Wirth's ass in time with the guard's strokes. The room was filled with the sounds of wetness and pleasure, the scent of arousal thick in the air.

The professor's body began to quiver, her grip on the chair tightening as Laura's tongue danced against her hole. Laura could feel the guard's excitement through the tension in her body, the way her hand moved with more urgency. Professor Wirth's breath was coming in short, sharp gasps, her body on the brink of release.

Allison's fingers moved faster, her thumb pressing down on the professor's clit as Laura's tongue plunged deeper into her ass. The guard's other hand reached back, slapping Laura's butt with a sharp smack. Laura's eyes watered with pain, but she didn't stop, driven by the desire to please the women who had her in their power.

"That's it," Professor Wirth moaned, her voice strained with pleasure. "Lick me harder, Laura." Laura complied, her tongue moving with a newfound vigor as Allison's hand smacked her ass again. The professor's body was taut, her muscles clenching as the orgasm built within her. Laura could feel the tightness in her own pussy, her own desire growing with each passing second.

Laura licked faster, her tongue sliding in and out of the tight hole, feeling the warmth of Professor Wirth's ass against her face.

And then, with a guttural scream that echoed through the deserted study room, Professor Wirth came. Her body convulsed, her hips bucking against Laura's face as she climaxed. Laura felt the muscles clench around her tongue, the spasms sending waves of pleasure through her own body. She had never felt so alive, so in tune with another person's pleasure.

When the Professor caught her breadth, she said, perhaps we should make these tutoring sessions a regular event. You seem to be a good student, but there is a lot to learn.

Allison smirked and Laura gave a contented sigh as she nodded in enthusiastic agreement.