5 comments/ 7401 views/ 9 favorites Obtaining Relief By: petertime This story has been in the back of my head for a while and I decided to just put it together quickly rather than over think it any more. It's premise has already inspired at least one other story, so any feedback is appreciated. ***** Leo backed away from his computer screen. It was nearly 10pm, and after three solid days of work, meal replacement bars and stims-packets to keep himself awake, he was finally done the holo-presentation. He saved the file, labeled it the next day's date, Nov 12, 2122 and saved it to the shared hub where his boss would find it in the morning. He hit a button, the door to his office slid open and he walked into the darkened cubicle area of the 211st floor of the office building. As he headed to the kitchenette, he saw the dim glow at the far end of the last row of cubicles. Brenda is working late too, he smiled to himself. She was probably his most attractive coworker, and he had a bit of a crush on her, though as she was recently married he knew nothing would come of it. Still, she was fun to talk to. And even nicer to look at. He detoured to her desk, noticing she was wearing her blue dress as he approached. It was a perfectly appropriate dress for the work place, but something about it drove him wild. He had caught himself staring at her several times in the past few weeks, each time when she was wearing that dress. She was tall and there was something about how it showcased her legs wonderfully when she walked, probably because it showed more leg then it would on a shorter woman. It didn't hurt that it also highlighted her breasts fantastically. The whole thing had such an effect on him, he actually regretted the detour. His penis began to stiffen in his pants and he was suddenly concerned his "appreciation" of her appearance might be too obvious. "Working late?" Brenda asked him. "Yeah." He answered. "Been locked away for over 70 hours now, getting the Guffin presentation ready." "70 hours?! Wow, I don't know how you do that." She looked at him from her seat. "Well the stims help, but even still I don't do this often." He said, pulling a stimulate packet from his pocket to show her. "Still, 70 hours is a long time. Even with relief breaks." "Oh shit." Leo exclaimed. He had completely forgotten about taking a relief break. Law requires all men over the age of 18 have an ejaculation or "obtain relief" once every 48 hours. The process was heavy tracked and the penalty for non compliance was quite severe. "Wow, you must have been really focused to forget about getting at least one of those in." She remarked. He was focused, but even still, it was a stupid mistake he count not afford. One didn't just ignore a fundamental cornerstone of modern society absent-mindedly. The western world was completely transformed once regular, mandatory orgasms for men had become law. Violence, aggression and crime had dropped while productivity and progress has soared. To flout that was the height of stupidity, and potentially costly. If he was caught going three days without a release, he could kiss a month's salary goodbye. "Shit, shit, shit. I just want to head home and go to bed." He told her, looking out the window at the heavy rain. Leo didn't have a girlfriend and the nearest relief station was 11 blocks away. "Any chance you'd we be willing to just sign my documents? I'll hit a relief station on my way into work tomorrow morning I promise." "Um" the strawberry blonde wavered. "I'm not so comfortable lying about that. The penalty is pretty stiff for people who do that." "Right, of course. Sorry. I shouldn't have even asked. " He apologized "I'm not thinking straight. I'll hit a relief station on my way home." "In this weather?" She asked. "What choice do I have?" He asked rhetorically. "Leo, I said I was uncomfortable lying." Brenda told him "Not that I was unwilling to help." That caught him off guard. "But you have... " he stammered. "...you're, y'know, married." "I'm not offering to have sex with you Leo, just lend a helping hand, so to speak. Nothing wrong with helping a coworker is there?" She asked. "Are you sure? I mean your husband wouldn't mind?" Leo asked, hesitantly. "First of all, I'm a grown woman, so I get to make my own decisions, not my husband. Secondly, he travels on business often, you don't think he has to get other women to help him occasionally? I'm just offering the exact same thing as you'd get at a relief station, nothing untoward about that, is there?" Relief stations were basically old school massage parlours, government-funded locations where men without significant others could get a manual release. No nudity from the "agent", just a simple handjob, though occasionally you could luck into one that talked dirty while she milked your penis. Brenda's offer made sense, in that it was the most efficient way for him to get back into good standing with the law. And it was a societal norm at this point. Everyone knew men came, at least once every other day and regulations required it be done by a third-party. There was no reason this tall, beautiful woman he had a crush on couldn't just give him a handjob. He was in a bit of shock over it though. God knows he had fantasized about this very thing, right down to that blue dress, but to have it actually be offered to him. It was one thing being masturbated by a woman whose job it was to do so, it was another to have it just offered by an attractive woman. He could not believe it. "Why don't we head into your office. I don't think the cleaning staff will be around soon, but a little privacy would be nicer than here." Brenda had apparently ended any debate on the subject. Still stunned. He just nodded in agreement. "Hang on a sec, I think I have something that will help." She said as she opened a drawer to her desk. She pulled something out and held it up for him to see, a canister of hand lotion. Brenda then stood up and walked towards his office. Still silent, he admired how her dress showed off her long legs as he followed her. Once in his office, she sat in his chair, the only one in the room, while he leaned against his desk. "Y'know, this is going to settle an ongoing debate Christy and I have had." "Christy? Really?" He asked surprised. He bad barely talked to the cute redhead since she'd been hired 6 weeks earlier. "Sure, what you think us ladies don't talk about your cocks the way you guys talk about our tits?" She asked, as she unzipped his fly nonchalantly. "No... We... I've..." Leo tried to deny it. Brenda continued as if he hadn't said anything at all. "Definitely ends that debate." She said as she pulled his dick out and wrapped her hand around his shaft, feeling the weight of it. "Remind me to show this thing off to her some time, she's going to love it." Leo couldn't believe it. Brenda had barely started giving him a hand job and was already talking about showing his dick to another beautiful woman. "This is a great cock." She told him as she squirted a dollop of lotion into her hands and rubbed them together to warm it up. "Um, thanks." He told her unsure of what to say. He wasn't exactly an introvert when it came to the ladies, but he wasn't used to getting compliments on his penis. "So do you, I mean have you..." Leo knew what he wanted to ask, but realized it might be an impolite question about halfway through his sentence. "Do I give out handjobs regularly?" She completed his question. "Just to my husband. Although there was this one time, back in my university days when I went on a field trip to Asimov's rock. The space elevator was prone to locking up back than, and I trapped for a day and a half. Can you imagine? 30 students, only three female, plus the chaperone, Miss Ophelia. She actually spoke to me and the other girls around hour 35, about how we might have to do our civic duty for the boys if things didn't change. Luckily the elevator started back up again an hour later. I think that actually disappointed a lot the of the guys. Miss Ophelia was quite pretty. That's about as close to, um, community service, as I've ever been before. Other than for my boyfriends, of course." Brenda shook away the memory, even as Leo's cock throbbed at the thought of Brenda having to jerk off several men at one time. Brenda reached back out to stroke him. She had one hand wrapped around his shaft and the other cupping his balls. "But you don't want to hear about that. Let's focus on little Leo here. I like him. In fact, If I was single, I'd...I'd... Well I better not say." She teased. "Better not say what?" He asked her, enjoying her attentions. "You can't just start a sentence like that." "Well, I was just thinking, if I was single..." She leaned forward and whispered "I'd already have this cock in my mouth." Leo groaned at the thought. He had imagined her sucking his cock many, many times. She continued to stroke him, the lotion making a slight squishy noise as she slowly ran one hand up and down his shaft as she tickled at his balls with the other. "Mmmmm you are overdue for a milking aren't you? Well, just let me give you the relief you need." She offered. Her hand continued to move up and down his shaft, albeit frustratingly slow. "Oh god." He moaned. "That feels so good." "Tell me Leo." She said causally "Have you ever thought about this before? I mean, have you thought of me doing this for you?" "Yes" he admitted. "You thought about me stroking this hard cock?!" She asked and she began pumping him faster. "Yeah... I... I kinda have a crush on you." He admitted. Brenda leaned forward, he could feel her breathe on the tip of his penis. "Then you've probably thought about me wrapping my lips around your dick too, haven't you?" She stuck her tongue out as if to lick his shaft, but deliberately fell just short of touching him. He knew what she was doing and had to fight the urge to thrust forward to force contact. "If I was single Leo... My mouth could have been yours." She continued to tease. "What about my breasts? Did you think about those" she asked as she sat back in the chair. Her dress covered her chest, in fact she showed no cleavage whatsoever, but her nipples were protruding through the thin cloth, clearly excited by what was happening. "Did you fantasize about sucking on my breasts?" She asked as she tightened her grip on his cock and sped up her movements. "God yes." He told her "I've wanted to kiss them since I first saw you." "Leo! You're so bad, I was engaged when you met me." She playfully admonished him even as she increased her speed, sliding up and down his shaft. Then suddenly she stopped. "Does that mean you spent time thinking about fucking me too?" She asked. "Did you think about putting this hard cock into my tight pussy?" Leo couldn't answer as her hand pleasantly began twisting around the head of his cock. "Leo, I'm a little surprised at you." She continued "You can't just wander around thinking about fucking your married coworkers." Her hand spend up, and Leo groaned in appreciation. "It's inappropriate!" She said, even as she continued to masturbate him. "Maybe you should obtain relief more often, if that's what goes on in that head of yours." Leo remained silent and simply watched as the woman he regularly fantasized about continued to milk his cock. "You can't fuck me Leo, But maybe... do you want to see my breasts? Would that help you get some relief?" This was already better than a relief station. The women there were attractive enough, but he'd never seen one as hot as Brenda. And now she was offering to show him her tits? That was something the station workers never did! Brenda didn't even wait for a response before letting go of his cock and untying the top of her dress. It fell down around her waist, revealing that she was not wearing a bra. Leo took in her topless form. Her breasts were large enough that they seemed big on her slender frame, but not so large as to seem massive. Her nipples were bright pink and rock hard. They were, in a word, perfect. He stared at them, not saying a word, as his right hand wrapped itself around his dick and he unconsciously began masturbating. "No, no, no!" Brenda chastised him as she took hold of his cock once more "That's my job. Your job is just to release. We mustn't break any more rules. Bad enough you waited this long to get my help." She leaned forward once more and began pumping hard and fast up and down. Her face inches from his cock. "Maybe you could even...release on to me?" She offered as she pumped his cock up and down, his tip pointed at her face. "Would you like that? Would you like to spurt on me?" Leo had to fight the urge to cum right then. He wanted to prolong the experience as much as he could, but her offer was making that extremely difficult. "Not on my face of course." She told him as she adjusted his cock so it was aimed lower. "On my chest. Do you want to cum on my chest?" "Yessss." He told her through gritted teeth. "Give it to me then. Give Brenda all that cum." She encouraged him. "You've worked so hard, for so long. You need relief. It's okay. Give it to me." Leo felt his orgasm building. He watched as the most beautiful woman he knew sat topless, pumping his cock and begging for him to cum. It was better than any government-funded relief station ever could be. "I'm close." Leo warned her as three days worth of build up began to rise. "Yes, Leo. That's it. That's a good boy!" She encouraged, jacking his cock faster still, desperate to finish him off. "Oh god, Brenda." Leo yelled. She pumped his cocked as he squirted between her tits. She continued her piston like movements, aiming for her right breast as he squirted a second time and then her left as he squirted again. "That's it." She cooed. "That's the release you needed." She coaxed the last of his cum from cock, and with a fingertip, added it to her glistening chest. "Thank you." Leo told her, as he caught his breath. "That was incredible." "I thought you might like the dirty talk, my husband made me realize how much most guys love it. Just don't take it too seriously. Okay?" She smiled as she got up. "I'm going to go clean up a bit, then finish what I was working on." "Oh, um okay. Do you want me to..." He started to ask as he put himself back into his pants. "No, just head home. My husband is coming to pick me up in a bit." She told him. "We... Fair warning, that got me a bit worked up, I may use your office for a bit when he gets here." She said with a wink. He forced a smile. "Don't be like that." She scolded him. "You knew this was a one time thing, to keep you out of trouble and as a kind of reward for your hard work." "So it was for company morale?" He laughed "Something like that." She chuckled. "But I meant what I said when I said you have a great cock. Christy would, well, let's just say she'd probably be able to do more than just lend a helping hand." He smiled at her, this time genuinely. "Thanks." He told her. "And feel free to use my office for...as long as you need to." She headed towards the bathroom and he began packing up. Tomorrow, he would make a point of asking Christy out, or least make an effort to talk to her, but for now he headed home, where he would likely spend the night remembering every second of what had just happened. Or picturing what being on that space elevator could have been like... Any and all constructive feedback would be appreciated Obtaining Relief: Space Elevator Ch. 01 This is tangentially related to another story of mine, "Obtaining Relief" in that it takes place in the same world. Both stories are self contained narratives though, so you don't need to read both. As always, any constructive feedback is appreciated ***** The sexy co-ed Brenda was excited that her university professor Miss Ophelia had managed to arrange a week-long field trip to Clark station on what was nicknamed Asimov's Rock, high above the earth. Her shorts displayed her long, toned legs as the strawberry blonde climbed on board a compartment of Earth's first space elevator, along with Miss Ophelia and 20 fellow students. Conceived decades before it was even designed, the space elevator took nearly a century before the technology needed to build it caught up to the concept. But technology wasn't the biggest obstacle to building a link from the earth to space. Or more specifically, an asteroid placed in geosynchronous orbit. Even once the technology existed, the political will to do it wasn't there until all of earth had enacted "The Great 48" into law. "The Great 48" wasn't directly responsible of course, but it was at the root of it. In fact it was what allowed society to advance in most areas. A straightforward law, passed in one city, than another and another until country after country passed it, unable to deny the positive effect it had in virtually every aspect of modern society. The idea was since men spent so much time and energy trying to get laid, if it was simply required by law, that another person give them an orgasm at least once every 48 hours, most of that energy could be put to better use. Of course the detractors decried it as the end of monogamy and marriage, that the cost was too much, women would suffer and about a million other negatives. In the end, none of those proved true. Marriages continued, monogamy persisted, (though the occasional handjob wasn't seen as a reason to end a relationship anymore.) The cost of building and hiring people for relief stations was soon offset by the taxes brought in by all the creative businesses blossoming. It forced no women (or men) into jobs they didn't want. The result was, across the board, once men didn't have to work so hard to get someone else to provide "relief" for them, everything got better. Eventually the time and resources required, were allocated and the space elevator got built. Despite the scale or it, it was a fairy simple machine. Thousands of compartments on a vertical conveyor belt called a ribbon, stretching from earth to the edge of space. The project opened up the stars to the human race. The ride up the elevator was twenty hours, though another 2 was assumed at either end for loading and unloading. Each compartment held up to 22 people, but also had massive storage compartments, for bringing equipment up and minerals down. As she found a seat, Brenda looked around at her classmates. She was one of only three female students in her year, they were vastly outnumbered by the men, though she took great comfort knowing that the women were the top students, in a class taught by a brilliant, beautiful woman. Beside Brenda sat her youngest classmate, an 19-year-old named Dawn, whose ample bust was straining her white dress shirt. They were at one end of the seating area, a cramped series of chairs grouped in pairs or threes. The two compared notes about what they were hoping to accomplish while at Clarke station. Miss Ophelia, the 35-year-old professor sat with the other female student, Kim. They weren't chatting so much as reading to themselves. The various guys in the class were doing everything from working out the velocity of the compartment relative to the Earth, to watching classic holo-vids. It was a long trip, in a relatively small space but they were independent enough to keep themselves busy. At about the halfway mark there was the first hint of trouble. The speed of their compartment dropped suddenly. Enough that it threw Kenneth and Sean, who had stood talking, to the floor. "Everyone okay?" Miss Ophelia asked, as everyone scrambled to buckle in. No one was seriously hurt, and Miss Ophelia was able to quickly get a hold of someone for an update. "Looks like there has been a technical issue with another compartment." Miss Ophelia told her students. "What does that mean?" Charles asked, the panic in his voice clear. "You can relax Charles, we are all perfectly safe. It means that the compartment at the top of the elevator ribbon has lost power and they can not unload it. They have to slow all the compartments travelling up until they sort it out." She explained. "How long will that be?" Sam, a tall athletic student asked. "They don't know." She admitted, which elicited a series of groans from the group. "If it is more than a few hours, they may have to stop us altogether." She told them, which caused an even louder series of groaning. "Come on now. I expect better than this. You are all adults, don't be acting like a group of unruly children." She scolded "Are we in any danger?" Charles asked. "Of course not ." Kim responded. "How do you know?" Charles pressed. "Because I watched the safety video like we were supposed to, idiot." Kim fired back. "It's impossible for the compartment to go down on this side of the ribbon. The worst that could happen is we stop moving upwards" "What about food or water?" asked Frank. "Didn't anybody else watch the safety video?" Kim asked, unimpressed with her classmates. "I did." Edward announced. "There is over a weeks worth of food and two weeks of water in the first part of the storage section." He pointed to a large, sealed sliding door. "That's right." Miss Ophelia agreed. "None of which we'll even need to worry about for another 20 hours, if we need to worry about it at all." The discussion continued for a while after that, several students coming up with various plans on how to deal with the situation. They discussed everything from rationing their supplies to calling the authorities. When Larry proposed opening the outer hatch to send out a signal, Miss Ophelia ended all discussion by insisting everyone re-watch the safety video which explained, among other things, how Larry's suggestion was not only stupid but also impossible. 20 hours later however, Sam and Ed we're opening the sealed area holding the food and water. Ten hours after that, the comments began. It started off innocently enough, Ferris saw Miss Ophelia bending over to unpack a crate, her tight skirt hugging her ass, and leaned over to Sam to say "A couple more hours and I'm gonna ask her to give me a hand." Brenda asked Ferris what he was talking about, but he refused to explain. Later Kim caught Larry numbering the girls. "Third huh?" Kim asked "And what I am third in line for, exactly?" "Um, nothing." Larry tried to evade answering but it was clearly sexual. Eventually, it occurred to every guy that they were approaching the tail end of their 48 hour limit, after which they would be required by law to orgasm. The women to men inequity of the room was also abysmally clear. When the situation could no longer be ignored, Miss Ophelia did her best to subtly get the women away from the men to have a quick chat. "Miss Ophelia, I heard Larry say I was his second choice again, but he won't explain what that means." Dawn said, naïvely. "Seriously?" Kim asked her. "Are you really that oblivious?" Dawn clearly didn't understand. "Dawn, ladies, let's be frank here." Miss Ophelia began. "We're approaching the tail end of the great 48 for some of the guys, and I don't think we're going to reach Asimov's Rock any time soon." "What does that mean?" Dawn asked, innocently. "Are you daft?" Kim asked "What it means..." Miss Ophelia patiently explained "is that the men are going to start coming due for their orgasms. And since they won't have access to the relief agents on Clarke station, we may need to... do our civic duty, as it were." "Hell no." Kim objected. "Civic duty? I'm confused." Dawn asked. "Dawn, sweetie, we may need to help the guys." Brenda tried to explain, to no avail. "To Orgasm." Dawn looked at her blankly. "She wants us to jerk off the guys!" Kim spat out. There was a murmur among the guys closest to where the girls were chatting. They had clearly just overheard Kim. "Kim, please keep your voice low, let's try to resolve this between the four of us before we involve the 18 young, sexually frustrated men, shall we?" Miss Ophelia pointed out. And with that, all four women surveyed the room. It didn't take a mathematics major to work out that there were more than four guys per woman. "I couldn't. I just couldn't!" Dawn decided. "Well some one has to." Brenda pointed out. "You're our professor Miss Ophelia, can't you do it?" Dawn pleased. "Dawn, are you suggesting I service 18 men myself? Would that really be a fair thing to expect from any woman here?" Miss Ophelia asked her. "Maybe we get Dawn to whack all 18 off, she's the youngest and has the most energy." Kim suggested, taunting Dawn. "Do we even need to?" Brenda asked. "I mean, it's not like the authorities aren't aware of the situation. Surely they would grant the guys an exception." "Possibly. In fact, that might even be likely. But we don't have this law in our society because we need rules to follow. We have a system in place that makes the world a better place. I don't particularly want to do this either, but sometimes you have to consider the greater good. Do you understand?" Miss Ophelia asked. "Society made it a law because it's important, it's not important because it's a law." Dawn said. "Yes, exactly." Miss Ophelia nodded. "But do we need to be the ones stimulating them? I mean, couldn't they just give each other handjobs?" Kim asked, turning to the guys just as Larry was punched by Sam, after taking a swat at Sam's testicles. "Never mind." Kim withdrew her comments. "That was stupid enough to be one of Larry's suggestions." The women all chuckled. "So, how do we do this. There isn't a lot in the way of privacy. So do we take turns in the bathroom? And who helps which guy?" Brenda asked. "Meh, if we're going to actually do this, I say we just go in order of who is overdue. Their relief journals will be time stamped." Kim suggested, reluctantly. "I...I've never actually... helped a boy obtain relief before." Dawn admitted. "Shit. You really are that innocent?" Kim was genuinely surprised. "Dawn and I will... assist... the first guy, in the bathroom, where I can show her what needs to be done with a little bit of privacy." Miss Ophelia explained. "Kim, Brenda I'm afraid unless you can come up with something, you'll be a little more out in the open." "I...I don't know if I can do that." Brenda was suddenly panicked. It was one thing to abstractly know what your duty was, it was another to actually stimulate several men's penises in front of other people! "Relax, we'll figure something out. I'm not remotely interested in putting on a show for this group of losers." Kim assured her. "If I have to do this, it's going to be purely functional. As little jerking till they squirt as possible and then I'm done. " "Um, speaking of losers, there is at least one guy I'd prefer not to have to... assist, as it were." Brenda admitted. "Good point." Miss Ophelia noted. "Let me know if there is any guy you really don't want to, Um,assist..." "Larry." All three students said simultaneously. Miss Ophelia knew it before they had said his name. Despite being 19, Larry was an immature idiot. He was also a math whiz. "Fine, I'll be the one to help Larry obtain relief. But don't think I won't remember this betrayal at the end of the semester." She joked. "Um, but there are 18 boys " Dawn pointed out. "...if Miss Ophelia teaches me what to do with the first, um, you know, and then we split the rest of the guys evenly, that leaves one extra, y'know." "Penis. It leaves one extra penis." Kim said bluntly. "You're about to handle several of them, maybe you should try saying the word." Dawn looked at Kim, angered by her lack of compassion, but Miss Ophelia cut them off, suggesting; "Let's deal with that when we need to. Not all the guys are going to need relief immediately, maybe we'll be in Clarke station before the 48 hours is up on all of them." It was somewhat optimistic to think that, but given it wasn't a pressing issue they all let it drop for the time being. Miss Ophelia decided to give it another hour before taking any further action. If nothing else, it gave the girls 60 minutes to themselves to prepare. She was under no delusions about how odd a request she was making of her students, but as a professor she believed she was there to teach. Civics was as legitimate a subject as any hard science, and if life was giving her a chance to show that, she wasn't going to avoid a lesson just because it was a bit unpleasant. An hour later the women gathered in front of the seating area. "Gentlemen, may I have your attention please." Miss Ophelia announced to the room. "I have an announcement, and I expect you to all to react like the mature, rational adults I know you to be." A general murmur began, as the guys realizedt their not so quiet speculation about "The Great 48"situation was about to end. "Kim will be collecting all of your relief journals, so we can determine when you will be due for, um, a release. Since we're still stuck here, um, the female students have agreed to... That is, the other ladies and I will, uhh, be..." She could feel herself losing her sense of authority so she stopped and took a deep breath. "The ladies and I will be assisting you to obtain relief before the time limit expires." There was a stunned silence from the men. Comments and jokes aside, they general expectation had been they'd all take turns masturbating in the single bathroom. "Please keep in mind that we are voluntarily performing this, um, service and that I expect you to treat the process and the woman you are dealing with the utmost respect. Both during and after your, umm, ejaculation. I will not tolerate any disrespect. If you can not conduct yourself accordingly, you will not obtain relief from any woman, and I will personally report you as being in non compliance with the law when we reach Clarke station." "But I can't afford that kind of fine!" Larry shouted. "Well then you had better comply then." Miss Ophelia retorted, causing the room to laugh. Sam raised his hand and asked "Can I ask how this is going to work, exactly?" "We're working out a system now, once Kim has collected all the relief journals, we'll decide the order by who is closest to the 48 hr time limit." Miss Ophelia answered. "And before you ask gentlemen, no you may not request who assists you." Kim took all the journals and Brenda began helping her sort them into order quietly on the floor in front of the seating area, and beside the bathroom. "It's weird actually reading these, huh?" Brenda said to Kim. "Like knowing Daniel had an orgasm at 4pm on Thursday and another at 2pm on Wednesday?" "Yeah, I guess." Kim said "I mean, I know they all get assistance, but seeing it laid out like this...its odd." "And I can see why crime dropped after this became normal...never mind the aggression levels dropping, we've got a history of where each guy has been everyday or two for the last six months. At least." Kim observed. "Kevin clearly went to Spain last month, for instance." Dawn approached the pair and nervously asked, "Who, which guy is due first?" Kim pulled out a journal and held it up for Dawn to read the cover. It was Sean's. A nice, polite guy. Exactly the kind of nice guy that Dawn was hoping to start with, if she had to go through with this. She walked away feeling better. "Wow, that couldn't have worked out better. He'll be a good one for her to start with." Brenda commented. "I know." Kim agreed, flipping open the journal to show Brenda Sean was nowhere near the first guy in line. "You big ole softie." Brenda said. "Ahh, she's so naïve, I feel bad for her. Sean's a good guy. I...I blew him at a party in first year and he still treats me like an equal. Unlike a couple of guys I've gone down on." Kim admitted. "You blew Sean?!" Brenda repeated. "Shhh, let's not announce this to the entire room, okay?" Kim shushed her. Miss Ophelia and Dawn wandered back over to Brenda and Kim. "The guys have made a stall out of blankets and crates from the storage area, its not much but it's something. Between the bathroom and the storage area there are a couple of places that, well won't exactly be private, but are better than nothing." Miss Ophelia told them. "Oh my god, is this really happening?" Dawn asked, the fear in her voice clear. "It is, but it's going to be okay." Miss Ophelia said, though she was feeling the nervous energy coming off her students. "Ladies, I know none of us wants to do this, but this is our duty and I'm very proud that you are all willing to fulfill that obligation." She said, as much to herself as to the others. "Remember, you are in charge, don't let the guys forget that, and most of all, respect yourselves." They all nodded, silently. "Okay, who is up first?" Miss Ophelia asked. "Sean is with you and Dawn. Kenneth is due in 30 minutes and Eugene about the same." Kim informed them. "Richard, Ferris, Kevin and Rob are all due in about an hour or so, so grab one of them when you finish with your first guy, then the next ones aren't for another hour, so we won't need to rush through them all" "I guess I'll take Kenneth then?" Brenda asked. Kim nodded in agreement "Yeah, okay, Eugene isn't so bad to start with." "Okay ladies, this is it." Miss Ophelia told them, as she lead them to the small opening in front of the seating area, between the bathroom and the guy's make shift stall. "Gentlemen, I just want to thank you for your continued maturity. This is a bit awkward for all of us." "Some more than others." Kim half whispered. "Be that as it may, we will now begin assisting you obtain your, um, relief" It was about then that Miss Ophelia was starting to realize what she was doing. She had been, up till that point, focused on keeping the students calm or the girls motivated to do what needed to be done, but now, in a front of a room full of young men, she was grasping the reality of what was happening. She was about to masturbate several of her students to orgasm and everyone was going to know it. This wasn't the assumed relations that went on between her and a boyfriend (when she had one). This wasn't even the passionate release of sexual tension (like the time she fucked a former student 30 minutes after his graduation) This was just functional masturbation, to the point that it was almost clinical. And everyone, all 21 other people, would be very aware exactly who she had masturbated. And not just afterwards, but while she was doing it. Given the cramped quarters, they would probably even hear her doing it. It was, in a word, surreal. She tried to shake away the feelings suddenly overwhelming her and managed to say, "Sean, if you would be so kind as to join me in the bathroom." The room was silent as Sean stood up, walked to the bathroom and entered without looking back or saying a word. Miss Ophelia took Dawn by the hand, and followed him side, shutting the door behind them. The silence was eventually broken by Brenda. "Ken, um, Kenneth? If you would, um, join me in the, the storage area." She stammered before briskly entering the storage room without waiting for him to respond. As Ken headed through the large open doorway, Kim bellowed. "Eugene, you're up with me." Obtaining Relief: Space Elevator Ch. 01 Kim then held the blanket/curtain open until he entered the makeshift stall. She closed the curtains, knowing full well any sense of privacy was purely an illusion. The room wouldn't be able to see them, but they would certainly hear everything. -- Inside the bathroom Sean had put the toilet seat down and was using it as a chair. The room was small, but with the sliding shower door in the open position there was enough room for all three of them. Miss Ophelia smiled at Dawn. "Sean, if you could bear with us for a moment, Dawn here is a little, um, inexperienced in regards to how to, assist a, a man." Miss Ophelia cursed her stammering. She knew she needed to exude confidence so that Dawn would be more comfortable. "Sure. Take all the time you need." Sean offered. "Thank you. Now Dawn, the first thing is that you need to be comfortable. Physically you have to be relaxed enough, but mentally you have to feel good too." She instructed "You mean, be self-assured, right?" Dawn asked. "Yes. In a way. Take a look at yourself in the mirror. This is a functional task, but at the heart of it, it is a sexual one. So make sure you feel sexy." Miss Ophelia took a moment to look at herself. She swept her long black hair over her shoulders, than twisted it above her head as if she was going to pin it up, only to decide to put into a pony tail. "Now my hair is out-of-the-way but more importantly I've taken a moment to know what I look like, so I also feel prettier." She then adjusted her dress, pulling the hem up so she showed more leg and tightened her belt. "See? I'm still fully dressed but I'm showing a bit more skin and I feel a lot more attractive." Dawn turned to Sean. "Do you find Miss Ophelia attractive?" She asked. "Of course." He agreed. "That's sweet, but specifically what do you like. Pretend I'm not here and just tell Dawn." Miss Ophelia encouraged him. "Um, I like that, that her hair is away from her face. She has a very pretty face." Sean admitted, awkwardly. "What else?" Miss Ophelia asked. "I like that you..." Sean began but Miss Ophelia pointed to Dawn, and mouthed I'm-not-here. He turned to Dawn and continued, "I like that she, she has nice legs so I'm glad I can see them." "What about her breasts?" Dawn asked. Miss Ophelia stood at attention, making her breasts more prominent while she rolled her eyes up, continuing to pretend she wasn't in the room. "She has, I mean of course her breasts are really nice." Sean admitted. "But my clothing isn't slutty, right?" Miss Ophelia asked, breaking the thin façade that she wasn't part of the conversation. "No, not at all." Sean said. Dawn turned to the mirror and checked her brown hair. It was a short, pixie cut so there wasn't much adjusting she could do. Her plaid skirt only hung to her mid thighs and she was uncomfortable pulling it any higher, she did pull up her black leggings so they extended up over her knee, leaving only a strip of skin showing between the legging and skirt. Her white blouse was already fairly tight around her ample bust. "Excellent." Miss Ophelia told her. "That feels good to you? You're not dressed in a way that you don't like?" "No, I like this. I mean, maybe I should loosen my top, so Sean can see my cleavage?" She asked. "Don't worry about Sean at this point. Just make sure you feel good." "Okay, I don't look slutty at all, do I?" She asked. "No way!" Sean assured her. "You look amazing." "Okay, great now let's begin. Remember, the goal is to simply stimulate him until he orgasms, which means he'll ejaculate." Miss Ophelia explained. "I know about that. I've seen..." Dawn began, and then started to whisper. "I've seen porno-vids on the hub." Miss Ophelia had to smile. "Dawn sweetie, you don't need to whisper. Sean can hear us, and given he's about to show us his penis, I don't think we have any reason for embarrassment in front of him." "Sean, if you would be so kind." She continued. Sean was nearly 21 years old, which meant he had shown his penis to relief agents every other day for nearly three years. Any embarrassment he had in doing so had long gone away, so he just causally pulled his cock out of his pants. "He's already hard! I mean erect." Dawn said. "Yes, I imagine the conversation we were having about breasts and slutty clothes caused that." Miss Ophelia explained. "So, I should wear slutty clothes when I help a guy obtain relief?" Dawn asked. "Only if you want to. One thing that is helpful to know is that, as visual as men are, just talking about things that turn them on is often enough to excite them." Miss Ophelia explained. "Take Sean here for example, he knows that we are going to masturbate his penis using our hands, and only our hands. Isn't that right?" She asked him. "Of course." He agreed. "Men are not to touch relief agents or expect anything other than manual stimulation." "So he knows the only thing that is going to happen is he is going to get a handjob." Miss Ophelia continued. "But I'll bet he would enjoy hearing me talk about sucking his cock." Both Dawn and Sean we shocked at Miss Ophelia's language. They had never heard her talk so filthy. "I couldn't possibly suck the cock of one of my students, but there is nothing saying I can't tell him how much I would enjoy it." She reached out and took hold of his dick. "How the feel of his cock makes me want to put it in my pretty little mouth. How much l'd like him to shoot a load down the back of my throat." Miss Ophelia had barely started stroking Sean and his cock was already dripping precum. "See how excited he is, even though all I did was stroke him a bit?" "But, but you said such filthy things!" Dawn exclaimed. "But I didn't mean any of them." She defended herself. "But, then what is the point?" Dawn asked. "Sean, do you like it when I talk like that?" Miss Ophelia asked, his precum dripping on her hand as she gently stroked him. "Absolutely." Sean answered "That was the hottest thing that I've ever heard." "And there you go." The teacher said to her students. "Now, you don't need to say anything. It's completely up to you, whatever you are comfortable with. But given the unusual circumstances, and how many men we need assist today, I thought I'd show you an efficient way to get the job done." Dawn smiled, her professor was quite the woman. So smart, so worldly and still so sexy. "Now why don't you give it a go." Miss Ophelia told Dawn. "Me?!" She questioned "I find it helps if you infuse your dirty talk with a bit of truth. Men like my full lips, so I tend to talk about oral sex, but you can find whatever works for you." Dawn was nervous, but having her professor there gave her the confidence she needed. She looked playfully at Sean. Miss Ophelia motioned for Dawn to take over stroking Sean's erect penis, like some sort of sexual relay race. "I don't know if I could. Shouldn't I start out with a smaller penis? This one seems much too big for me to start with!" Dawn reached out and hesitantly touched Sean's penis. He smiled, enjoying the feeling of her small hand as it wrapped around his shaft. "I've never touched a penis before." She told him, innocently. "Am I doing this right?" She asked even as she began stroking him, up and down. "Yes." Sean told her. "That's great Dawn, use your inexperience to your advantage." "Sean, do you like it when I touch your...cock?" She asked, experimenting with a new word. "Oh yes." He told her. "What do you like. When I stroke it slow and gentle or would you prefer I do it faster?" Dawn spent up her motion as she asked, causing Sean to groan in enjoyment. "Is faster better? Is that what will make you squirt? Or should I slow down and make sure I am doing it right?" She changed her pace again, simultaneously pleasing and frustrating him Dawn was already doing an excellent job, impressing Miss Ophelia and eliminating any concerns she had about the 19-year-old being able to cope with the unusual situation they had been thrust into. "What about two hands?" Miss Ophelia asked, reaching back out to fondle his testicles. As good a job as Dawn was doing, she knew most men found the idea of two women playing with their penis particularly hot, and she might as well take advantage of any opportunity to speed to process along, they each still had four more men to assist. Her hand delighted Sean. He had, like most students, fantasized about Miss Ophelia. To have her not only jerking him off, but teaching the a pretty, naïve 19-year-old how to do the same was something straight out of a holo-porn. He moaned, as both women continued to stroke and fondle him. "Miss Ophelia, how long will it take before he squirts?" Dawn asked. "The depends. It varies from guy to guy and situation to situation, but the more excited he is, the faster it tends to happen." She told her student. "I bet Sean is close, with two sexy women playing with his cock." "Would it be faster if you sucked his cock Miss Ophelia? If you licked his, his pole like you said earlier?" Dawn asked, trying out another word. As she did, she twisted her hand around the knob of Sean's cock. "Oh yeah, I'm sure he would shoot a load quickly if I sucked him off. But I bet he'd last even less if you put your virgin mouth on his cock." Miss Ophelia agreed. Dawn sped up her stroking as she responded. "Oh my gosh, I don't think I could fit this big dick in my tiny little mouth. It too big Miss Ophelia, his cock is just too fucking big." Sean couldn't take it. He'd never had a woman talk so filthy to him in his life, let alone two who were beating him off. Without any warning he came, spurting a thick load. It took Dawn completely off guard, but luckily Miss Ophelia reacted quickly, cupping her hand over the head of Sean's cock. The blast of semen splattered across her hand, but didn't spray the rest of her or Dawn as it would have otherwise. Sean's dick pulsed as a second and third load spurted, by the fourth the cum was dripping down Miss Ophelia's hand. "Holy shit!" Dawn exclaimed in amazement. "Sometimes guys forget to warn you went they are ready to cum." Miss Ophelia told Dawn. "Sorry. Really, I didn't realize it would happen that fast." Sean apologized. "It's okay." Miss Ophelia assured him as she made her way to the sink to clean up. "But Dawn, take that as a note that even with nice guys like Sean, you never know when they are going to spurt." Sean cleaned up himself, and thanked the women. "Dawn, why don't you stay here. If you think you're okay, I'll send in the next guy for you to assist while I help some one else." She asked her student. "Um, yeah. I think I can handle it. I mean, now that I've done it once, it doesn't seem as scary." Dawn said, although she was still quite nervous at the all thought of having to provide relief for a guy alone. -- Kenneth watched Sean and then Miss Ophelia & Dawn enter the bathroom together, before he got up and walked through the storage area to find Brenda standing in the space in which the crates of food once were. The storage space was so valuable, it was used floor to ceiling. The food and water crates, which had been closest to the door, had been used to make a privacy stall that Kim was using. Left in its place was an alcove of sorts, but so shallow it afforded almost no privacy from anybody looking through the large open storage bay door, which could not be closed now that the tamper-proof seal had be broken. Brenda was very aware she was going to be "beating off" Ken in the equivalent of a hallway at a busy party and was fairly nervous about it. It's not that she hadn't jerked off a guy before, she had. Three different guys in fact, but the closest to public she had ever done it was in a hover-car as it floated over a cliff in Hawaii. Even then, no one else could have possibly seen her do it. Here, all some one needed to was walk pass the doorway, which was quite wide. Her hands began shaking with nerves. "So, you want me to stand with my back to the other room?" Ken asked. "Wha...?" Brenda responded, his words having only barely registered. "Brenda, are you okay?" He asked. "Yeah...just, um, this is a bit weird for me, y'know?" She told him. "Me too, if that helps. I've...I've never not had an agent at a relief station do this for me." He confided in her. "Really? No girlfriends at all?" She asked. "I struggle to keep pace with the assigned materials, I always have. I don't understand how the rest of you have time for social lives." He told her. "I had no idea. Y'know, you could ask for help. I'd be happy to help you out." "You kinda are about to." He joked. "No! I meant with the assignments not, oh god..." His reminder sent her heart racing, feeling embarrassed with fear and nervousness. "Look, I don't want you doing anything you don't want to do. I mean, you could just sign my relief journal, and I'll just wait till I can go to the official relief station. I won't tell anyone." He offered. Brenda took a deep breath to calm herself, it was a tempting offer. But she couldn't possibly take him up on it. For one, she still had three more guys to assist, and she doubted they would all make the same offer. Secondly, it would hardly be fair for her to weasel out of doing this when the other ladies were going through with this. Finally, and most importantly, Miss Ophelia had been right. This was her duty, and that was something Brenda took very seriously. "Thanks, that is a very kind offer, but we should do this." She told him. He smiled at her. "Yeah, okay. To be honest I was kinda hoping you wouldn't take me up on it." "Feeling off your release schedule already?" She asked. "Umm, no. It's just that. Well you know. You're you." He tried to explain. "I'm me? What does that mean?" She asked. "On come on, you have to know you're the prettiest woman in our class." He admitted. "Yeah, right." The tall, strawberry blonde dismissed him. "Brenda...seriously, do you not realize that? You are like amazingly hot. I mean you're obviously smart and you seem really cool but you're by far the hottest woman in our year, probably the academy," he told her. "Seriously? But Kim and Miss Ophelia alone are way more..." Ken cut her off. "I'm not saying they aren't attractive, but not nearly as much as you are." "I find that hard to believe." She told him bounty. "Well, maybe believe this then." He stepped back and looked down. He had unzipped his pants and she could see his exposed penis. It was large and erect. "Just looking at you, did this." "Oh my." Brenda gasped, simultaneously surprised and impressed. Her hand unconsciously reached out and took hold of his cock. It was rock hard. For her. She smiled, flattered, as she began stroking him. The two stood face to face, his back to the open door, so he was blocking most of her from being seen. Not that anyone was looking, but if they had, they would have likely just seen her arm moving as she continued to masturbate him. "Oh, yes." He moaned quietly. "I've thought about this so many times." "Shhh" she playfully shushed him as she sped up her stroking. "That's so nice." He told her. "Be quiet!" She told him. "Can you... Will you cup my balls with your other hand while you do that?" He asked. "If I do, can you promise to be quiet?" She asked, amusedly. "Yes, I promise." He agreed. Brenda reached out with her other hand and cupped his scrotum gently. "Fuck." He whispered in enjoyment. "You promised to you'd be quiet." She scolded him. "Do you want me to squeeze?" "No, no. I'll be good." He told her as he closed his eyes to concentrate on the sensation of her hands on his crotch. Brenda continued to stroke him, but despite requesting it, the silence was a bit unnerving. All she could hear was the general chatter coming from the next room and the sound of her hand pumping his dick. It felt weird. "Tell me again how pretty I am." She whispered. He opened his eyes, warily. "I thought I was supposed to be quiet." "Quiet, not silent." She told him, still pumping away at his cock. "You're gorgeous." He told her. "Your face is so pretty, your blonde hair is so sexy and...oh god, your, your." Her hand was moving as fast as she could move it. "My what?" "Your...tits are so nice." He admitted, staring right at them. She did have fairly large breasts, encased in a push up bra and a fairly tight t-shirt. "You like my tits do you?" She asked, playfully. "Oh god yeah. I've wanted to see the naked forever. I want to cum all over them." He told her, overcome with excitement. "Really? You've thought about cumming on me?" She asked, curious. "Oh yes. I've wanted to..." He had trouble forming the sentence, distracted by her wonderful hands stroking his cock. "To cum on you, on your tits, or your pussy or..." "Or where Ken? Where did you want to cum?" She teased him. "I've always wanted to cum...on your forehead and hair." He admitted. That surprised her. Of course she had seen holo-vids of guys cumming on women's faces, that's how most porns ended but him being so specific caught her off guard. "Really? You've thought about cumming on my face?" She asked, twisting her hand as it ran up and down his shaft. "Yessss." He said, though she wasn't sure it he was answering the question or responding to her hands. "Your face is so pretty, I want... I want to shoot a load of cum across the bridge of your nose, up your forehead and into your blonde hair!" She felt his balls tighten, and knew he was about to cum. She stepped to one side so he could release without hitting her. She might have been okay with hearing him talk about cumming on her, but she didn't want to deal with the mess that would actually cause. Instead she just encouraged him to cum as much as he could. "Look at me Ken." She told him, turning his head to the side so the were face to face, her other hand still stroking his dick. "Look at my face, imagine cumming on this face. Imagine shooting a gooey load across my forehead and into my hair." That pushed Ken over the edge. He moaned as Brenda's hand pumped, and his cock spurted high and far, several times, hitting the wall of crates in front of him. Had Brenda not moved, he likely would have shot all over her chest. "Oh god" he said, as he spurted one last time. "This is a dream come true." Brenda actually started to blush, having never thought of herself as someone the guys would lust after. "Thank you so much." He told, having finished. "That was... That was the best release I've ever had." Brenda smiled, unsure of how to respond to the compliment or indeed any of the things he had said. So Brenda picked up some wipes and cleaner so she had something to do, but Ken, gentleman that he was, insisted on cleaning up his mess. As he cleaned, he suddenly realized all the things he had admitted in the heat of the moment and was a bit embarrassed. The silence made things seemed to make things worse. "Um, do you think. I mean, can I get some help from you later? I mean with the math. Not this, I totally meant the assignments." He bumbled. "Yeah, sure I'd be happy to help. With the assignments." She told him. "But it'll probably have to wait till after I, um, finish with the other guys." "Oh right, of course." Ken replied. He had forgotten why she had helped him "obtain relief" and was a little disappointed. "But I definitely want to, um, hang out later. If that's cool?" She offered. "That'd be very cool." He agreed. -- Kim and Eugene stood just outside the makeshift stall. Kenneth passed them on his way to the storage area as Kim opened the curtain and the two stepped inside, Kim closing the curtain quickly behind them. There was barely any room between them, so their bodies touched. The lighting was dim, but Eugene could make out Kim's small but perky tits. She was wearing shorts, but he couldn't fully enjoy her long, tan legs given how close they were to one another. Obtaining Relief: Space Elevator Ch. 01 "Thanks for, y'know, doing this." He told her. "Shut up and let's see what we're working with." She told him curtly. Eugene was a nice guy, but she definitely did not want to do this. She understood the importance of men having regular releases, but she had no interest in being involved with it. Sex was something she had often enough with guys when she was dating someone but it wasn't a priority for her when she was single. Eugene shut up and began to undo his belt. His pants dropped around his ankles and despite the relative darkness she could see his bright, cartoon "Fantasy Force" themed underwear. "Jesus Eugene, what are you, twelve?" She asked. "Sshhh." He tried to quiet her, but the chuckling from the seating area made it clear everyone in the room had heard her comment. He shook his head in shame, knowing everyone had assumed she was talking about his penis, not his underwear. "Sorry." She offered, genuinely. "Whatever." He grumbled. "Neither of us wants to be here, let's just get this over with." Kim realized what she had done. She may not have wanted to help the guys ejaculate, but she should have respected that they didn't exactly have a choice either. And now she had humiliated one of the nicer guys in class. She reached down into his briefs and told hold of his flaccid dick. "Holy shit." She said knowing her voice would carry. "Now that is what I call a grower!" She said with a wink. He looked at her and smiled, appreciating what she had just done for him. "Now let's see how much this bad boy can unload." She said, trying not to laugh. He shushed her again, genuinely embarrassed even as he began to stiffen in her hand. Kim stroked Eugene's cock up and down. It wasn't big enough to call for her false excitement, but it was a decent size. The confined space was awkward for them, made worse by the fact that he was still wearing his briefs. He reached down to remove his shorts and nearly lost his balance. Kim had visions of him pulling down the temporary curtains and everyone seeing her hand wrapped around his dick, exactly the show she was trying to avoid. Luckily he caught himself before that happened. "Don't move." She ordered, once he has settled back into place. She released her hold on his cock and dropped to her knees, where she pulled his boxers down around his ankles, and had him then step out of his pants and underwear. Outside the stall Larry elbowed at Daniel and motioned to the curtain. From their vantage point they could see Eugene's pants and feet through the few inches of space between the curtain and the floor. They could also make out Kim's movement and that she had dropped to her knees. Larry silently mimed oral sex but Daniel shook his head, mouthing, no way. Still, it did seem like Kim could be giving Eugene a blowjob from where they sat. Inside the stall, Eugene was finally free of his pants and briefs. The confined space forcing his dick unbelievably close to Kim's face that he could actually feel her breath on it, which caused it to spasm on its own. It almost hit her chin so she reached out took hold of it, pointing it away from her as best she could. She may have felt bad about accidentally making it sound like he had a small penis, but not bad enough that she was willing to put his dick in her mouth. She awkwardly stood up again, and this time it was her nearly losing her balance. Only her grip on his cock kept her from falling out of the stall. "Fuck." Kim cursed. "There's not enough room in here." She looked around, and leaned into him, whispering. "Put your arm around me." "I'm not suppose to. I mean, at a relief station men aren't supposed to.." He whispered. "We're not at a relief station, are we?" She half barked, half whispered. Eugene put his arm around Kim's shoulders and she leaned in further as if they were cuddling. It looked far more intimate than it was, but the important part was they were a lot more balanced. She began pumping his cock up and down. Slow at first but steadily picking up speed. Eugene tightened his grip on her shoulder, unconsciously encouraging her to keep going. She wrapped a second hand around his shaft, double pumping him for a bit before resuming stroking him with one hand. She used the other to play with the crown of his cock occasionally. Eugene's arm slid off Kim's shoulder and to her back. Her hand continued to pump his cock, and his hand slid down her back to her ass. This was forbidden at a relief station, there the agents simply manually masturbated you while you sat in a specially designed chair. Touching an agent was forbidden, but as Kim had already pointed out, they were not at a relief station. Kim was surprised to feel his hand on her ass, but it wasn't entirely unpleasant. Plus, if it helped get him off faster, she figured it was worth it. She still had three more guys to beat off. She leaned her head against his chest and redoubled her efforts. Since Kim hadn't objected to his hand on her ass, Eugene decided to press his luck. With his free hand, he reached over and stroked her hair. Her hand, pistoning up and down his dick, wavered for a second, but quickly resumed its movements up and down his shaft. As he continued to stroke her hair, he shifted his other hand off her ass back up to her lower back. Kim started to grunt from the exertion, and Eugene slid his hand back down to her ass, this time slipping his hand inside her shorts. He squeezed her tight bare ass and in response she tightened her grip on his cock. He had to stifle a groan and she continued to pump him at an astonishing rate. "Come on." She whispered. "Cum already, damn it. Just fucking cum." He pulled her head in against him and squeezed her ass once more. "Cum Eugene." She whispered. "Give me your cum." He fondled her ass more, her left cheek, then the right. "That's it." She told him. "Let it all out." He came with a loud grunt. "Gguuuhhhhh!" She aimed his cock towards the floor as his cum shot out of his dick, still pumping as she did so. Her movements slowed as his spray subsided, and eventually he released the hold he had on her head and pulled his hand back out of her shorts. "Thank you." He told her. "Whatever." She said, trying to act like she didn't care, when in fact she had enjoyed how he had both gently held her head and roughly squeezed her ass as he climaxed. "You have to clean that up." She told him, pointing to the ground where his semen was as she stepped out from behind the curtain. The rest of the guys, having heard her grunting and his climax tried to ignore her, save for Larry, who stood from his seat, clapping. A one man standing ovation. She flipped him the finger, grabbed the next relief journal from the pile and simply said "Richard. You're up, five minutes." -- Miss Ophelia exited the bathroom along with Sean. She walked over to the pile of relief journals, signed and dated his and gave it back to him. The next journal belonged to Ferris. She looked over to the seating area and saw he was pretty much dead centre, surrounded by other guys. She looked around the room more, and realized there was no where even semi private available. Dawn was in the bathroom, about to assist a guy alone for the first time. Brenda was in the storage area, so there was a space in the doorway there but that would put her pretty much beside Brenda and whatever guy she was assisting. Kim was still in the stall with Eugene and standing in front of the stall seemed like a worse idea then beside Brenda. She could go half way between the storage area and the stall, but then she was beside the open end of the seating area. The space available between the stall and the bathroom placed her directly in front of the seating area, and that was worse. Using that area would be tantamount to putting on a sex show for everyone. Basically, there was no where private for her to be. Miss Ophelia took a deep breath and accessed the situation. Sometimes being a leader meant having to do things that you didn't enjoy. In this case the whole situation sucked. Bad enough she had to beat off several men, but now she was going to have to do it out in the open. She could wait for one of the designated areas to become available, but given there were still so many men to assist, that would either cause a back log or force one of the other women into Miss Ophelia's current predicament. As a leader, she couldn't justify passing the buck, so she swallowed her discomfort and made the best of a bad situation. Miss Ophelia walked into the seating area. As she approached Ferris, she passed Larry, who was elbowing Daniel for some reason. She ignored him, and picked up a blanket that was laying across the empty chair behind him. She continued through the guys in the various seats. "Ferris, dear. It's your turn." She told him when she reached him. Ferris was conversing with Charles and Will. The trio fell silent as Miss Ophelia took Ferris by the hand and lead him further through the seating area. At the far end, up against the wall, Mel and Edward were sharing a love seat styles set of seats, watching a movie on a small portable screen. "Gentleman, can I ask you to move to another seat, I'm afraid Ferris and I require these seats right now." Miss Ophelia asked then politely. They collapsed their screen and moved without a word. "Miss Ophelia?" Ferris asked. "Ferris." She replied as she sat, patting the empty chair beside her. "Miss Ophelia, you can't be suggesting I obtain relief here!" He told her. "I'm afraid we don't have much of a choice." She told him. "Now sit." Ferris sat beside her, but was clearly upset. "But Miss, everyone can see us." "I'll put the blanket over you while I, assist you. No one will see anything." She tried to assure him. "But they'll know. It's too weird." He told her. "Ferris. Of course it's weird. It's weird for me too. This isn't exactly an ordinary set of circumstances for any of us. But you won't be anymore exposed than Kenneth or Eugene are now. Or are you saying you don't know what Kim or Brenda are doing right now?." She patiently explained. "I know, I just mean...I don't know about this." He said. "Ferris, do you find me pretty?" She asked him point-blank. "Of course. You're like the hottest professor of all time." He told her. "Then why don't you just focus on that. Will you at least try?" She asked, putting the blanket across his lap. "Um. Okay. I'll try." He relented. "Okay. Then just listen to me. Listen to my voice. Ignore the rest of the room. Close your eyes and ignore everyone else." She instructed. He leaned back in the chair and closed his eyes. "Take your penis out of your pants." She told him softly, so her voice wouldn't carry. While Ferris reached under the blanket, she made eye contact with several of the guys that were watching intently. She pointed for them to look away, mouthing "Do something else". They looked away, embarrassed having been caught looking. She turned back to Ferris and reached under the blanket. She quickly found his penis with her hand. "That's good Ferris. That's a great penis." She told him, whispering in his ear so no one else could hear. "Now let's make it hard, shall we? Let's make that nice penis become a rock hard cock. A rock hard cock that with give me all that cum that's built up over the last 2 days. Doesn't that sound nice?" She continued. Her hand fondled and squeezed his dick and he responded with a barely audibly "yes". "Great, now picture me. Picture your hot prof. I've taken all my clothes off. No dress, no bra, no panties. I'm naked and I'm waiting for you. I'm waiting for your cum. Will you give me your cum Ferris?" She asked as she stroked his stiffening cock. "Yes" he whispered "Thank you. Thank you for being willing to give me your cum. I need it. And I'm going to pump your cock till I get it" she whispered into his ear. Some of the guys in the room were stealing glances, they couldn't hear her but they could definitely see that their teacher had her hand under a blanket where she was clearly giving Ferris a handjob. The sexual tension in the room, already thick, became palpable. Miss Ophelia began describing what she was doing. "Do you like Miss Ophelia's hand stroking your hard cock? Do you like the way she runs her hand all the way down your hard shaft and then back up? The way she plays with your crown. How she twists her hand over the head of this cock?" "Yes" he whispered. "And don't you just wish she would take her full, plump lips and run them up and down your shaft too? Kissing and the licking your balls before running her tongue up that long, hard cock? Don't you just need her to take this fat dick into her mouth and swirl her tongue around the head? Don't you just want to slide your cock in and out of her mouth? "Yes," Ferris moaned. "Yes. Of course you do. You haven't had a release in two days, you need some relief. You need to cum. " she told him, tightening her grip on his cock while she spoke. "And my hand, jacking you off feels good right? You can feel the cum building up. It wants to explode out of you, doesn't it." "Yes" he moaned again "But you don't want to cum yet do you? You want to prolong the feeling. You want Miss Ophelia masturbating your big dick forever, don't you?" "God yes" he told her. "But Miss Ophelia needs your cum, and you agreed to give it to her didn't you?" Her hand sped up, milking him at full speed. "She needs your cum. She is naked and desperate for your cum, so desperate that she is going to let you fuck her mouth. Do you want to fuck her mouth Ferris? Do you want to slide this hard cock into her lips?" "Yes" he said, loud enough to make a couple of the guys turn to look. They still couldn't see much, but the movement under the blanket was no longer a simple stroking, it was a mad frenzy of movement throwing the blanket up and down. "That's right. Miss Ophelia is hot and wet and naked. She wants to suck your cock with her big, beautiful lips. Are you ready for her tongue? Are you ready for her mouth?" She asked, still whispering in his ear. "Yes." He told her urgently. "Okay, here it comes. Miss Ophelia is going to suck your rock hard cock. She's going to slide your dick into her warm, wet mouth and you're going to explode aren't you? Your fucking cock is going to fill her with your cum. Are you ready Ferris? Are you ready to cum for her?" She asked "Yes" he said, the desperation in his voice clear. "Okay, here we go." She told him, as she pulled the blanket away, exposing her still pumping hand and his rock hard cock to the room. The heat, trapped under the blanket, dissipated and the cool air made his cock tingle. She leaned over his crotch and exhaled along the length of his shaft then, with her free hand Miss Ophelia clamped down on the tip of his cock with a tissue. The temperature changes combined with her promise of a blowjob was too much for poor Ferris. He exploded into her tissue filled hand, yelling "FUCK YES!" to the entire room. Miss Ophelia continued to milk his cock until he was dry, and once it was clear he was finished she pulled the blanket back over his crotch. It was only then that he opened his eyes. "Wow, Miss Ophelia." Ferris said. "I thought for a second you were actually going to, y'know..." She smiled back at him, whispering "I'd appreciate it if you kept our little conversation here to yourself" He nodded in agreement. "I'll sign your relief journal, and bring it back to you in a bit" she told him, before leaving him to put himself back together. -- Dawn sat on the toilet seat as Rob entered the bathroom. At 24, he was one of the oldest guys in the class. Her being the youngest meant they had very little in common so they had rarely spoken to each other. "Hey." Rob said. "Hey." Dawn replied. They looked at each silently. She taking in his vest over a T-shirt look, him taking in her school girl outfit of dress shirt, plaid kilt and black knee-high socks pulled high. "So, do I just take it out or what?" Rob asked causally. Dawn's mind went blank. How had Miss Ophelia started their session with Sean? Had she pulled his dick out or had she gotten him to do it? She cursed herself for not remembering, worried she was fucking this up already. "Um, you can take it out, if you want." She told him. He shrugged and nonchalantly unzipped his pants and exposed his penis. Unlike Sean, Rob was still flaccid. Unsure of what to do, she did the most obvious thing and took his cock in her hand. She fondled it for a few moments, but he did not seem to react. "Do you think I'm pretty?" Dawn asked. Rob smiled. "Of course, you're very pretty." "Can you show me? Will you show me how pretty you think I am? Make your...cock, hard for me. Please." She asked, a bit embarrassed at having used the word cock. "I want to. I really do want to make my cock hard for you. Maybe if you show me how pretty you are? Will you show me your breasts?" He asked. This stunned Dawn. Sean hadn't asked for anything like this, and Miss Ophelia hadn't mentioned if this was allowed. She knew official relief agents only offered manual stimulation but she also knew she was not an official relief agent and this was not a typical relief situation. "I don't know about that." Dawn admitted. "I'm just here to rub your penis. I need to help you release." "But seeing your beautiful breasts will help me release. It'll make me get so hard and then I'll cum that much faster." He explained. That did make sense to Dawn. Guys were very visual, so she could see how looking at her bare breasts would help him. And it's not like he was asking to touch them. Just look at them. No man had ever asked to see them before, so that was quite exciting. Still, she wasn't sure if that was a good idea. "I don't know." She stalled. "Do you promise to get hard if I do?" "Dawn, looking at your naked breasts will make me so hard. I might cum as soon as I see them." He lied. Wow, she thought. Does that really happen? She never seen that in the few holo porns she had watched, but she knew enough that they didn't exactly portray real life. Maybe she could assist all the guys she needed to quickly, by just showing them her breasts. That would be extremely efficient, just like Miss Ophelia had talked about. "Really, just by looking at them?" She asked, hesitantly. "Well maybe you'll need to stroke me a little, but I'll probably cum right away." He said. She considered it for a moment and then began undoing the buttons on her blouse. Rob watched intently as her bra came into view. "Is that enough?" Dawn asked, noting that his cock had started to stiffen. "Your bra is probably enough to make me hard, but your bare breasts are what I need to cum." He told her. She hesitantly continued to undress. Once her blouse was open enough for her bra encased breasts to be on full display, she reached back out for his cock. "Let's try this for a bit, okay?" She asked, hoping she wouldn't have to take off her bra and expose herself to him. "We can try. Of course." He assured her. She stroked his cock up from her seat and he did his best to feign boredom even as he enjoyed her touch. "What if I talked dirty? What if I tell you how much I want to, um, suck your cock." She asked. "Sure." He agreed, still trying to seem disinterested. "Your, um," Dawn stammered, growing increasingly worried she was doing a bad job. "Your cock is so big, I don't think it will fit in my mouth." She squeezed his cock with one hand and fondled his balls with the other. It felt amazing to Rob but some how he kept his face blank. "I want to make it fit though, I want to cram this cock down my throat." She told him, as she pumped him desperately.