1 comments/ 24305 views/ 9 favorites Jennifer on Adderall Ch. 01 By: Senzuri_Sensei CHAPTER ONE Jennifer became slowly aware she was floating in pastel pinkness. She floated there completely alone and could see nothing more than her lithe, tan, unclothed body and the faint pink which surrounded her. "Hello?" she called out. In spite of her nakedness, her body didn't feel cold at all. Neither did her pink environment feel at all hot. "Is anybody there?" she called again. Nothing. Then a faint, warm breeze brushed against her body, causing a thin strand of her silky brown hair to blow across her vision. Then she felt the breeze become slightly hotter. Even though the breeze was hot, Jennifer felt the urge to shiver slightly. The skin on her smooth arms gave way to goose bumps, and she felt the small hairs on the back of her neck begin to stand straight. "Where am I?" she said. "And what's happening to me?" Suddenly she felt warm pressure gently squeezing her feet. She looked down, but saw nothing except her slender legs and the pinkness surrounding them. But the pinkness, she noticed, was no longer pale and pastel, but was now turning into a brighter shade. The warm pressure on her began to rise higher, pausing to envelope both of her ankles before moving up to her smooth calves. At the same time she felt a second wave of pressure pass by her right ear. She thought she heard a whisper, but couldn't make out the word. The second pressure then gracefully moved to her neck where it lingered slightly before traveling to her back, at the top of her spine. Suddenly the warm breeze became stronger and hotter, and Jennifer felt her hand go to her neck. "It's wet," she noticed. "Like something kissed or licked me there..." The pink pressure below had now reached her knees. Jennifer tried to move her leg, but found them held tight by the mysterious force. At the same time. the pressure at the top of her spine began to move lower, leaving a tingling sensation as it descended. Part of Jennifer wanted to scream, but a slightly larger part of her couldn't deny that whatever was happening felt incredibly good. The pressure on her knees began to rise up to her firm, sun-bronzed thighs. The squeezing sensation on her legs began to throb rhythmically, while at the same time pushing her knees apart. "Ohh, no," Jennifer moaned. "I'm a good girl and this isn't right," she said weakly. She moved her hands in an attempt to swat aside the pressure pushing her knees apart. To her slight dismay, she felt new strands of invisible pink pressure loop around her elbows, pulling them behind her back, inching them closely together. The spinal pressure now formed a large, soft ball shape, and pushed hard against her lower back. The effects of the mysterious pressure, Jennifer realized, was visually obscene. She was floating helplessly in what had finally become a bright, intense pinkness, her body lashed by gusts of hot wind. Her trembling thighs were spread wide and her arms were trapped behind her. The positioning of her elbows and the force pushing against her lower back caused her perky breasts to point up, almost toward her face. When the leg pressure was midway up her thighs and rising, another gust of hot wind rolled across Jennifer's chest, somehow leaving behind wisps of moisture which settled around her now glistening breasts. The breeze now created cooling sensations, but only on her nipples, which tightened and throbbed with each gust. The pressure was now high up Jennifer's thighs, and spread upward onto her pelvis. It seems to be avoiding my crotch, Jennifer thought with a disappointment that shocked her. The pressure collected on the sides her small bald slit, and began gently pulling the outer labia open. For some absurd reason, Jennifer felt her face flush with embarrassment as her obvious wetness was revealed to the forces of the hot pinkness. "Oh..." she felt herself praying. "Please," she begged, without specifying what she was begging for. She felt a knot of invisible pink pressure travel gently up the length of her slit. It paused for a second, then touched her clit. Jennifer gasped, then released a shivered moan through the lip she was biting. A second knot of pleasure began to press against her entrance. Jennifer groaned, thrilled for the inevitable penetration. And then she noticed her alarm was going off. Jennifer sat upright in bed, shocked and disappointed for a few seconds, before realizing her hand was between her legs and her pussy wet and yearning. "This is going to be a good masturbation session," she thought, putting one hand back between her legs while reaching for the alarm clock with her other. Looking over at the alarm clock, she saw it was 8:50 AM. She paused. "Holy fuck!" She remembered she was scheduled to make a presentation for her colleagues in the organic chemistry lab. At 9:00 AM. She'd been up most of the night preparing for it, putting the finishing touches and going to sleep only at around 1:30 AM. She got out of bed, noticing that she had slept in the nude last night. "That's odd...where's my nightshirt?" she thought. "And why was the alarm set for 8:50? I thought I set it for 6:50?" She looked at her desk chair, where she typically set out tomorrow's outfit the night before. Instead of her normal class clothes, only her short white clubbing miniskirt was draped over the chair. "I haven't worn this in awhile," she thought. "It's the same one I wore in the picture," she remembered, the picture all those guys jack off to from that online forum. "I can't wear this to class. Why did I set this out? What kind of fucked up Adderall did I take last night?" She looked at the clock. 8:52. "Fuck!" She threw open her closet door to choose a new outfit, and let out a scream. It was empty. Completely empty. Except for one pair of white, five-and-a-half-inch platform heels. "What the fuck is happening?" She yelled. "Who the fuck did this?" She picked up the shoes. They looked like they would fit, but they sure are hell weren't hers. One of my roommates is playing a joke on me. That has to be it. She opened the door to her room. "This is not funny!" She yelled, loud enough to be heard in every room of the apartment. She expected to hear giggling, but instead heard nothing but the silence of an empty apartment. She slammed her door and looked again at the clock. 8:54. "Fuck it," she thought, running her fingers through her long, lustrous hair. "If I leave now and park illegally, I'll only be 15 or 20 minutes late. I'll tell Professor Atkins I had a personal emergency this morning." She picked up white the dress and shimmied into it. "Atkins won't complain when he sees me in this. He's a pro and as much as he tries to hide it, I can tell he's hot for me." Then she stepped into the mysterious high-heeled shoes and buttoned the strap around her ankle. At least they're a perfect fit. I'll have to do my hair and makeup while I'm in the car. She grabbed her purse and backpack, and looked once more at the clock. 8:57. "Fuck," she said again, running out of the apartment. She was mentally cursing her roommates while unlocking the door to her car when she felt a gentle Southern California breeze brush up between her legs. She gasped again. "How the fuck could I forget to wear undies? Especially in this dress!" She thought about running back in to borrow a roommate's pair, but remembered the time. "Goddamned Adderall," she thought, before getting into her car. Jennifer on Adderall Ch. 02 Officer Martian absently lifted his half-eaten powder-covered doughnut to his mouth with one hand while his other hand stroked the glass plate of his portable tablet computer. He was parked in his police cruiser in a lot in front of a dilapidated movie theater. The location of his cruiser in the parking lot gave the impression that he was keeping a close eye on the traffic of the road in front of him, but really he perusing an online adult forum that specialized in candid, sexy and sometimes erotic photos and videos of Asian women. "Aren't you a sexy little thing," he said to himself, pushing the remainder of the doughnut into his mouth, then wiping the remains of the powdered sugar on his navy blue police uniform pants. As he did so, he noticed his pants tightening around his increasingly engorged penis. The thread topic he was looking at was started by a girl calling herself xxj3nn, "a sexy young gazelle that needs to be taken down, spread open, and drilled senseless," he thought. Compared to some of the other girls on the forum, xxj3nn hadn't posted many pictures and none of her pictures could really be described as erotic, but Officer Martian found the pictures she posted to be arousing. The svelte beauty had almond-shaped eyes under meticulously plucked thin eyebrows, an adorable button nose, and a warm beautiful smile. She generally posted pictures of herself and her friends in semi-revealing yet classy clubbing attire. "Nice, pointed and perky tits, flat and sculpted belly, and, best of all," Officer Martian thought while toying with the zipper on his pants, "slender, tan, smooth and strikingly long legs." He sighed, wishing xxj3nn and himself were in the backseat of his cruiser, with her straddling him, forcing his dick in and out of what he knew had to be a tight pussy. His fantasy was distracted by honking and the screeching of tires. To his right he saw a red car speed through an intersection, heedless of red lights. Cars going the other direction had to brake and divert their path. Luckily no collisions occurred. As the red car raced in front of him, Officer Martian noticed the young woman inside was somehow combing her hair while applying makeup with the use of her rear view mirror. While driving almost 20 mph over the speed limit. Martian flipped on the siren and peeled out of the parking lot, accelerating rapidly in an effort to catch up with the red car. *** Jennifer was applying the final touches of her makeup when she noticed her face flashing red. *Is this another side effect of the bad Adderall?* she wondered, leaning back away from the mirror. That's when she noticed a police cruiser mere feet from her rear bumper. "Eep!" she said, decelerating and pulling to the side. She knew she'd have to talk her way out of the ticket, so she decided to turn into a quiet alley before coming to a stop. While waiting for the cop, she looked at her dashboard clock: 9:07. *Only two minutes from campus . . . I hope this doesn't take too long.* While waiting, she made sure her short skirt was smoothed down and not riding too high up her lap. *I still can't believe I wearing this with no panties.* On top of that, the horny feeling she woke with hadn't subsided, even with all the shocking surprises of the morning. Through her rear view mirror she watched the cop finally walk up to her window. He was big and beefy, and his blue uniform was tight around his muscles. He had a typical cop moustache, she noticed, and oversized mirror shades. As he approached, she rolled down her window. "What can I do for you, Officer . . . uh . . . Martian?" *What a strange name,* she thought, looking at his brass nametag. He had white powder on his moustache, she noticed, as he flipped through his notepad. *He was probably eating a doughnut* she thought. The officer finally turned his attention from his notebook to her. He froze for a second, then ripped off his sunglasses to reveal wide, blue eyes. "Jenn?" "Yeah, my name is Jennifer. " She scrunched her cute eyebrows in confusion. "How did you know that?" He put his glasses back on. "I'm asking the questions here, miss. Do you have any idea why I pulled you over?" "Hmmmm," Jennifer said, absently drawing her hand up her thigh to scratch an itch. The effect made her short white skirt ride slightly higher. "I'm not really sure, Officer Martian, but . . ." all of a sudden, she noticed white powder on the crotch of the cop's uniform. In spite of her nervousness of being pulled over, and her stress regarding being late for her lab presentation, the crotch powder was suddenly the most fascinating thing in the world to her. "Is that powdered sugar?" *And is my strange interest a result of the bad Adderall I took last night?* "Hm, what?" said Officer Martian. Jennifer brought a finger to her mouth and swirled her hot, pink tongue around the tip of it. The cop was transfixed. Then Jennifer stuck her hand out the car window and brought her moist finger to the cop's crotch. As if by magic, the cop's already stiffening member engorged to its fullest extent, causing his uniform trousers to tent obscenely. "I love sugar," Jennifer said, sliding her finger up to the tip of the officer's shaft, and then down again. The cop maintained his position, and Jennifer paused. Part of her brain, a small part, seemed to be screaming at her: *Jennifer! You're acting like a slut! This isn't you? What's wrong with you?* But this voice was shouted down by her pussy, still wet from her intensely erotic dream, and her nipples, rock hard and brushing against the fabric of her top. She gently palmed the officer's nut sack through his pants and then moved her finger back to her mouth. "Mmmmmmmm," she moaned with a smile, staring at her reflection in the officer's sunglasses. "Excuse me, miss. In my estimation, you appear to be under the influence of Adderall. Is that correct?" His crotch pointed at her accusingly. "You're so observant, Officer Martian," Jennifer said sweetly, licking up the length of her slender finger and flicking her tongue at the cuticle. At the same time she slid her hips slightly toward the edge of her seat and put some distance between her knees. "I have trouble paying attention sometimes. I need it to study." She brought her wet finger to the inside of her tan, silky smooth thigh. It left a slightly moist trail as she brought it higher and higher, finally resting against the smooth, hairless folds of her throbbing pussy. *Jennifer! Get a hold of yourself! You're showing off your pussy! What are you doing?* "Don't you think it's . . . hard . . . sometimes, to pay attention to what you're doing?" "I trust you have a prescription handy?" The cop's only reaction to the baring of Jennifer's pussy was to quickly lick his lips. "Mmmmm, nooooo," Jennifer moaned, sliding her finger up and down, slowly pushing it in between her lips. "I left it at hoooome," she purred. Finally the cop took a step back. "Miss, I'm gonna have to ask you to exit the vehicle and place your hands against the roof of your car." Jennifer's pretty eyebrows arched and her almond-shaped eyes widened. "Oh! OK, Officer Martian. If you insist." As Jennifer opened her door and swung her legs out of the car, she felt momentarily dizzy. It was as if the blood was draining from her head to her quivering pussy. The shrinking rational portion of her brain worried briefly that strangers and passers-by would see her in this state of dress and arousal, but the narrow alley was between two tall buildings, and the police cruiser blocked the view from the busy street. Jennifer turned her back to the officer and placed her palms against the warm metal of the car. She felt the officer's hands grab her bare wrists, sliding up to her elbows, pausing to squeeze her toned yet feminine biceps. One strong hand gathered her hair into a thick strand and lifted it up. Fingers from the other hand slipped under the neck strap holding up her dress. "Mmmmm" Jennifer moaned loudly at the intimate contact. Her head jerked back from the hand gripping her hair. "Miss, I'm gonna have to ask you to be quiet while I search your person for contraband hyperactivity narcotics." "Oh, yes sir," Jennifer breathed. She felt her hair drop back into place and then the hands traveled down the sides of her small, white dress. *The hands seem so large*, she thought as they passed from her ribs to the curve of her hips. The hands squeezed. *And strong . . .* The hands then circled to her front, stopping briefly at her firm belly before slowly rising. "It appears that you're smuggling something hard and slightly pill-shaped," the officer said, kneading Jennifer's perky breasts through her top. "Do you care to explain what these are?" He said, pinching and tugging at her painfully erect nipples. "MMmmmmm. I'm not smuggling . . . those are my nipples . . . ohhhhh. . ." "Oh. So you say. Miss, I'm gonna need you to be patient while I verify what you said." The hands then snaked into her top. Each hand held a warm, bare breast. Jennifer gasped as her nipples slid between his fingers. As they began to gently pinch and twist, Jennifer became aware of the officer's pelvis pressing into her round ass. The groping continued and Jennifer slowly ground her ass into the cop's tenting pants. "So hard and so . . . big!" Jennifer moaned, biting her lip. Suddenly, the pelvis behind her disappeared and one of the hands pulled out of her top. Through her thin white dress, she felt a stinging slap on the right cheek of her ass. "Oooh!" "Miss, I thought I told you to be silent." One of the hands was still squeezing a breast while the other was now exploring the surface of her mini-skirted ass. "Your dress seems clear of suspicious substances, and you're not wearing underwear, but I'm still afraid you might have stashed contraband somewhere else." The other hand pulled out of her top and now both were sliding around on Jennifer's soft, round ass. She felt her skirt slide up her hips, and suddenly both ass cheeks were in the strong hands of the cop. "I carry lubricant in my car to aid body cavity searches, but—" One of the hands was now stroking her pussy between her spreading, trembling legs. She gasped. "But it appears as if you're wet enough." The hand squeezed the entirety of her crotch. "God you're so fucking wet. I should've known you'd be some easily-lubricated slut, what with you posting pictures of yourself in various skimpy outfits on an online forum for Asian fetishists. Then racing around town with no underwear." *Gosh! How did he know about the pictures . . .* Jennifer thought weakly. The hand touching her pussy from behind was replaced by a hand sliding in from the front. It went straight for her clitoris. "You get wet knowing a bunch of internet perverts are worshipping you, jerking themselves to orgasm while staring at pictures of you in miniskirts, bikinis, and short-shorts?" She heard the unmistakable sound of a zipper. "Bet you never thought you'd get railed by one of those dirty perverts, did you?" The hand in front had been rubbing hard against her clit, but she felt the middle finger slide down, between her lips. It began to burrow, right at the entry of her wet, tight, pulsating pussy, inching toward penetration. Suddenly the cruiser's radio squawked to life. "All units respond, shots fired at [static static] and [static]. All available units respond." "Fuck!" The hands suddenly left her body. She turned around and saw the cop wipe sweat from his forehead and try to tuck his throbbing dick back in his pants. *Holy shit,* Jennifer thought. *It's like the size of a football!* "We're not done with you yet, Missy," Officer Martian said. "I still suspect you're illegally transporting hyperactivity contraband, and you exhibit symptoms of a user, possibly even an addict. I'm going to have to keep you detained here until I can return. In a silver flash, one handcuff snapped around her dainty wrist. The cop then opened her car door, pulled the other cuff through the open window of her car, and then locked her other wrist. Jennifer was now cuffed to the doorframe of her parked car. The rational part of her brain suddenly burst from its hiding place. "What? You can't leave me like this!" "Sorry Miss. It's for the public good. You'll be fine." He swatted her on her exposed ass, jumped into his cruiser, reversed out of the alley, and, with a squeal of tires, sped away. Jennifer stood for a second in shock and disbelief before looking into her car at the dashboard clock. 9:27. Jennifer on Adderall Ch. 03 Jennifer tugged lightly at the cuffs around her slender wrists. *Too tight*, she thought. *No way I could slip through*. A breeze swept through the valley, reminding her half her ass remained exposed and her pussy was soaking wet. *Gosh, that wind tickles . . . I need to put something in me so bad*. She bit her lower lip and moaned softly. *Why am I so fucking horny? I need to focus. I still have about 60 minutes before the end of class. I have to figure out a way to get out of this mess.* "Uhh . . . excuse me, miss?" someone called out from behind her. Jennifer's breath caught in her throat and she immediately felt a prickly sensation descend over her body. Her round cheeks turned a faint red. *Oh God, someone can see my ass. This is so fucking embarrassing.* "Miss? Are you OK?" "Um, hello!" she responded, trying not to sound humiliated. "I'm OK, but I need a hand. Who are you?" She turned around and saw a young, college-aged man approaching her from the front of the alley. "Rodney Merton Junior!" the man replied, coming closer. *Why is that name familiar?* He was a young man, a bit plump with some acne, and his clothes seemed faded and stretched from overuse. As he got closer, Jennifer realized she'd seen him before, but couldn't remember where. *And now he can see me, basically bottomless.* Jennifer's Adderall-addled brain briefly contemplated spreading her legs and begging Rodney to stuff her from behind, but instead she shyly made sure her ankles were pressed tight together and her pussy facing the car. Hopefully all Rodney could see would be the lower half of her ass, peeking from below her white skirt. "Hey!" Rodney said. "I know you. Aren't you Jennifer, from organic chemistry?" * Oh gosh, I remember now. He's the strange guy who sits in the back and answers all the questions. He seems to know as much as any of the profs.* Jennifer didn't know what to do or say, so she just turned to him and smiled. "Hi Rodney! Yeah, I'm Jennifer. I'd shake your hand, but uhh—" she wiggled her wrists, showing Rodney her predicament. "Wow, you're handcuffed to the car!" Rodney's attention seemed to switch back and forth between her round, tanned ass and her wrists, connected to the car door. "How did this happen? Are you in some kind of trouble with the police?" The memory of Officer Martian and the massive dick he was stuffing in his pants before he drove off caused Jennifer's pussy to throb slightly. "Uh, no, no police trouble. Some friends . . . they're playing a prank on me." Rodney nodded. "It's not those Sigma Alpha Epsilon guys, is it? Because those guys aren't your friends." Rodney's hands reached for her waist and Jennifer bit her lip in anticipation. "They might take advantage of a nice girl like you and—" he lightly gripped the hem of her skirt with his fingertips, "—sunder your virginity or something." Rodney pulled her skirt down, respectfully covering her ass with the tight, thin fabric. Jennifer let out a sigh. She hoped it didn't sound like a sigh of frustration and disappointment. "Rodney, how do you think we could get me out of here? I'm supposed to be giving a presentation in Professor Atkins' class right now." Rodney stroked the four hairs sprouting from his flabby chin. "Hmmm. Well, we could take it to a body shop, but the nearest one is a ways away, and it might be expensive, and they might ask lots of questions." Jennifer looked at the dashboard clock in the car. 9:33. "Or, here's another idea!" Rodney said proudly. "All you really need is a blowtorch to cut through the cuffs' chain, that shouldn't take more than a minute. Later today you could visit a locksmith to get the cuffs removed from your wrists." "That sounds like a good idea, Rodney. But where can we find a blowtorch?" "Well, we're close to campus now, and the campus building we're closest to is the art building. I know Professor Lithwick—she teaches metalworking and industrial sculpture—and her studio-garage should be big enough for you to drive your car into. She has all sorts of blowtorches." "Wow, Rodney. . . that might actually work! The only problem is that I can't drive because my hands can't reach the wheel." "Well, I can drive," Rodney said timidly, "but that would mean you would have to sit on . . . um, my lap." Ordinarily, the idea would be repellent to Jennifer, but she was starting to like sweet Rodney. The other good thing about Rodney is that his presence seemed to have a diminishing effect on Jennifer's raging sex drive. Her pussy didn't seem as wet as it was 30 seconds earlier, when he was explaining his brilliant idea. *Perhaps he's the antidote to the side-effects of the bad Adderall.* "Oh Rodney, as long as you don't mind, I don't mind." Rodney smiled shyly, moved behind her, and squeezed his bulk into her car. He had to adjust the seat by pushing it way back. "OK, Jennifer." He patted his lap. Jennifer turned away from Rodney, lifted her right high-heel clad foot and stretched it into the car, down Rodney's right leg. Then she lowered her round little ass and plopped right down on Rodney's crotch before bringing her left leg into the car. Her hands were still connected to the door frame, stretching up and to her left. "We're gonna have to leave the door slightly open," Rodney said, threading his arms around her rib cage to grab the steering wheel. He turned the key in the ignition. "You ready? Here we go," he said as he put the car in reverse and backed out of the alley. Once they were on the open road, Rodney merged with traffic, and slowly exhaled. Jennifer felt his breath on her neck. *That's the first time he's breathed since I got in the car,* she realized. *Poor Rodney—he must be so nervous!* His Cheetos-scented breath would normally have disgusted Jennifer, but for some reason his shallow exhalations on the nape of her neck were causing her small hairs to stand up and her nipples to tighten again. "Oh, gosh. I'm getting turned on again." "Huh, what?" Rodney said, startled. *Did I say that out loud? What is happening to me?* She swallowed. "Uh nothing. How far are we from campus?" Her head was pressed against the ceiling of the car, and she couldn't quite see out the windshield. "Almost there. We just have to drive through this construction zone." She felt the car slow, and then all of a sudden it started to rattle tremendously as Rodney drove over the unfinished pavement. The vibrations from the road seemed to charge Jennifer's sexual urges further, and she felt the familiar wetness begin to return. She involuntarily squirmed a bit, and she started to feel a hardness forming in Rodney's lap. The rattling on the car increased, and Jennifer started shifting her hips back and forth, essentially dry-humping Rodney through his pants. "Uh-oh . . ." his breathing quickened. "Can you, ummm . . . not . . . uh . . ." Jennifer's body was no longer in control. Her skirt had managed to ride up to her waist again, and her bare pussy was now grinding up and down the length of Rodney's surprisingly well-endowed trouser-covered manhood. "Oh, Rodney . . . I'm so sorry," she breathed, grinding harder. "There's something wrong with me today . . . I took bad Adderall, I think—" The car hit a big bump, Rodney grunted sharply, and then the rattling stopped as the car glided over fresh, new, perfectly smooth pavement. Jennifer felt Rodney's breath come out in ragged, trembling gasps. "Ohhhhh, noooo," he moaned. Jennifer started to feel more wetness, not from her clenching pussy, but rather on her upper legs and the cheeks of her tanned bottom. The wetness originated from Rodney's throbbing bulge, and was now spreading across his lap. "I'm so sorry," he whimpered, "this is so embarrassing. I can't believe I—" In an act of contortionist gymnastics that surprised even herself, Jennifer hopped up from his lap, spun herself around (adding a kink in the handcuff chain), and sank down again, straddling poor Rodney as he drove. "Oh Rodney," she said, whispering into his ear. "Please don't feel bad at all! You couldn't help yourself. You're my knight in shining armor." With that, she licked his earlobe and ground her wet pussy against the wetness of Rodney's pants. She was rewarded with a pulsation from Rodney's still tumescent dick. Caring nothing about the possibility of distracting her pudgy driver, Jennifer licked a trail from Rodney's ear to his neck, then traced upward, where she wet the few proud strands of hair sprouting from his chin. She felt the car pull over into a shady area and stop, right as she had positioned her tit in his face, her nipple pointing hard through the white fabric. "Ohh, Rodney, we're stopped, now can we—" "We're here," Rodney said sadly. "It's 9:50." Jennifer pulled her head down and looked through the window. Rodney had pulled into a darkened warehouse. Jennifer saw various hunks of rusty scrap metal welded together—misshapen versions of what would someday be crappy new-wave art. All of a sudden, Jennifer felt the door she was chained to yank fully open, dragging her off of Rodney's crotch and leaving her to find her footing on the warehouse floor. "What the fuck, " said a voice. Jennifer looked up. The door had been pulled open by an artsy male college student wearing eye shadow and multiple ear and nose piercings. He was wearing tight black leather pants, a welding apron, and a welding mask with the visor lifted. They looked at each other in the dim light of the garage, and Jennifer thought he seemed familiar. "Hey," he said when he finally noticed her face after tearing away his gaze from her bare legs. "I know you. You're that slut I finger-blasted at the Viper Room last weekend!" Jennifer felt a new surge of embarrassment rush through her. She cast a glance at Rodney who was staring at her from inside the car. In the car's dome light she saw his expression shift from disbelief to jealous disappointment, before settling on an emotion she was getting used to noticing in men: lust. Rodney blinked heavily and licked his lips. "Ahem," he said, hauling his bulk out of the car. "Watch how you address Jennifer. Now, could you kindly direct me to Professor Lithwick?" "She's in her office in the Art Department Building next door, but before you visit her," the art student said with a laugh, "you might want to change your pants." Rodney's face dropped, and Jennifer again felt tremendous sympathy for the boy and what she did to him. Rodney turned to her, "I have to go find her. You gonna be OK with this guy?" Jennifer nodded. "All right, I'll be right back!" Then he turned to the art student, sticking his finger inches away from the pierced face. "And you had better be a complete gentleman—Jennifer's already been the victim of a horrible prank. If you somehow make her day any worse, I will rain down my wrath upon you in unspeakable vengeance!" The art student tried not to laugh as he raised one hand in the air while crossing his heart with the other. Jennifer saw Rodney run out of the room and then turned to the art student, who was openly studying her half-nude body while adjusting his crotch. Jennifer tugged vainly at her handcuffs, and her pussy throbbed, wondering what awaited her. Jennifer on Adderall Ch. 04 CHAPTER FOUR "I bet you don't even remember my name, do you?" the art student calmly asked after the door to the warehouse studio closed. Jennifer shifted her weight from one high-heel to the other and thought furiously about that night last weekend. She had been high on ecstasy and quite a bit drunk. She remembered dancing with lots of guys, rubbing her ass in a few crotches, and, in the case of the art student currently questioning her, Jennifer remembered straddling his thigh as he sat on a bar stool, grinding her panty-clad pussy against his thigh through his jeans. They had been dancing together, and now were shouting half-drunk sexual innuendos into each other's ears. She remembered him grabbing her hand and dragging her to relatively vacant, darker corner of the club, and she remembered some passionate kissing, their tongues swiping in and out of each other's mouths. She remembered breaking the kiss, and the boy turning her body around so she faced the nightclub as he licked her ear lobe and nibbled at her thin, graceful neck. Through the flashing lights of the club, she remembered seeing a few faces of the other guys she had been dancing with, and she remembered making brief eye contact before their faces registered a mixture of longing and disappointment and then turned away, not wanting to see their night club princess as her perky breasts were publicly cupped through her top by some lucky hipster. In her inebriated haze, Jennifer remembered feeling slightly humiliated there in the club, as if she were some easy slut on display for all to see, and then the art student's hands lifted her skirt and slipped into the front of her panties, sliding down her hot smooth skin, his long fingers tracing her shaven cleft before his middle digit pushed in a few knuckles deep. "Don't feel too bad," the art student said, interrupting her reminiscence. "It's not like I remember the name of every slut I've fingered," he continued, walking to the open garage door. He pushed a button on the wall and the garage door clanked down, dimming the studio even further. He walked back to the car where she stood, still cuffed to the door. From a nearby table full of metalworking devices, he picked up a power tool and twisted a knob on it. She heard a fainting hissing. "But I'll always remember your name—Jennifer." Suddenly the tool sparked to life, and a 6-inch blue lance of fire sprouted from the nozzle. "Of all the pussies I've fingered, yours was the hottest," he moved closer to her with the welding torch, "the wettest," she could feel the heat of the tool, "and the fucking tightest." Jennifer moaned softly as her bare pussy throbbed in frustration. She could see his eyes smoldering from the glow of the torch. He smiled and said, "turn your head and pull back from the door. I'll have you freed in a couple seconds." Then his welding visor came down over his face. Jennifer leaned as far from the car door as the cuffs would allow, and turned her face away. She felt the heat of sparks and continued searching her memory. The art student had his middle finger sliding in and out of her tight hole in the corner of the club, and she was gasping while he licked and kissed the side and back of her neck. She remembered feeling embarrassed, not just for the exposure, but also because she was so wet. *He probably thinks I'm the easiest slut in L.A.,* she remembered thinking as he added a second finger and began pumping in and out. She was grinding her ass against his crotch, and she felt a decent sized throbbing member poking back. She remembered all that, and then remembered her sweet roommate rush in, swat the art students' hands out of her panties, and then smooth down her skirt. She vaguely remembered her roommate chastise her for getting too wasted, and then pulled her by the wrist out of the night club, through the front door. The last thing she remembered about the boy, before meeting him again today, was the way he smirked and gave her a peace sign . . . with two, glistening fingers. Suddenly the shower of sparks stopped and the light from the welding torch disappeared. "All set," the art student said. Jennifer's hands still felt connected together though, through the door frame. She turned toward the car door and realized that, instead of cutting through the chains of her handcuffs, the art student had instead sliced a narrow gap through her door frame. "What did you do to my car?" she asked, stunned. The art student hooked one of his gloved fingers through the chain in her cuffs and pulled it toward the gap. "I've freed you from your car," he said cheerfully, passing the chains through the gap while removing and tossing aside his welding visor. Then, with a violent tug, Jennifer stumbled immediately in front of him. "And now you belong to me." Jennifer teetered nervously in her white high heels. He walked a little behind her as he led her to a sort of elevated dais bisected by a curtain. His hand started at the small of her back, but as he led her up the stairs of the platform, she felt his gloved-hand now cupping one of her bouncy ass cheeks through the fabric of her white miniskirt. "Where are you taking me?" Jennifer asked, as he led her to the thick curtain. "Right here," he said, then bent over and lifted the curtain. On the other side was a brightly-lit gallery showroom. The empty showroom was lightly decorated with metal sculptures lining the walls and folding chairs arranged in rows before the dais. "Here's where we display our more intriguing pieces." He grabbed her ass and pushed her closer to the curtain. "See that thing in the floor?" he asked as he slid a nearby four-foot stepladder in front of Jennifer. In front of the stepladder, she saw a small metal circle bolted to the wooden floor. "We call that an eye hole. It's used to secure our more valuable pieces to the platform." With that, he applied pressure to her upper-back. Jennifer felt herself bend over the stepladder. *Why am I doing this? I should be totally taking control of this situation, demanding he free me from the handcuffs, but instead I'm letting him push me around, manhandle my ass, and now bend me over a stepladder. Gosh, I hope he finally fucks me.* Jennifer gasped as the wicked thought entered her normally responsible mental monologue. The art major let the curtain fall on top of her. It landed right on her waist, leaving her panty-less round ass and slender legs in the darkness of the studio-garage, while her top half was in the lighted gallery. "What are you doing to me?" Jennifer finally asked, mustering up the will to question the man who had a mysterious control over her. Ignoring her, he pulled a large S-shaped hook from his belt. He threaded one end through the eye-hole and then looped the chains of her handcuffs over the other end. Jennifer's hands were now secured to the floor, and her stomach pressed tightly against the top of the stepladder. The position wasn't comfortable, but it wasn't necessarily too uncomfortable either. Her main concern was that her ass and pussy were effectively exposed in the dimness of the studio-garage, and she had no way of checking behind the curtain to see if anyone was watching. "I think this has gone on long enough, and it's time you—"she started to say, but then he stepped in front of her. Her face was now mere inches from the crotch of his dirty jeans. She saw him peel the work gloves off his hands, and then gulp as he unzipped his pants. "I'll finally fuck that tight pussy of yours later. But now, I think you owe me for all that pleasure I gave you last week." He pulled out five inches of soft dick and raised the tip of it toward her mouth. *Oh my gosh, I can't believe he expects me to just—*she thought, and then startled herself by puckering her perfect lips and placing a soft kiss on the head. She then opened her lips a little more and allowed half the head into her hot mouth. The art student grunted, and Jennifer felt her clit tingle with delight. Keeping half the head in her mouth, she swirled the tip with her tongue, then slid her tongue out of her mouth, along the underside of the man's shaft. Jennifer moaned softly as she felt the previously soft dick become engorged with blood, hardening in her mouth. "You're quite good at this, aren't you?" he said, pulling his dick out of her mouth. Jennifer couldn't help but feel a little disappointed, but he quickly pulled his dick to one side, and offered her the side of the shaft. Jennifer began softly licking up and down the length of his cock. "I'm sure a slut like you gets lots of practice," he said with a sigh, then pulled his dick to the other side, allowing Jennifer to moisten his dick from the opposite angle. *I'm not a slut,* Jennifer's mind feebly protested, even as her pussy got wetter at his words. Finally, he pulled his dick up, holding it against his belt, moved closer to Jennifer, and let it drop, where it tapped her forehead. She began kissing and licking up and then down the underside of his shaft. When she got low on his shaft, she noticed the man tiptoe a little, and her tongue tentatively darted out, flickering against his nutsack. She felt his fingers slide into her soft brown hair, and she inhaled one egg-shaped testicle into her mouth and began suckling gently, massaging the ball with her tongue. He pulled his nutsack out of her mouth, showed her the underside of his shaft again, and, without saying anything, tapped on the spot just below where the head meets the shaft. Jennifer eagerly began licking and kissing that spot. He sighed, and let her continue her oral ministrations before finally pulling his glistening dick away. Jennifer saw a thin, thread of saliva connect her mouth to his cock before it finally broke. She looked up and saw him smirk. "How much do you usually charge for this?" he laughed, and then drove his hard tool into her warm, accomodating mouth. She felt both of his hands hold her head as he began pumping in and out, treating her angelic face like a pussy. She inhaled as much as she could each time he thrusted in, and sucked hard each time he pulled back. The skull-fucking went on for minutes. *I've never enjoyed giving head this much before,* she thought. *But I've always had use of my hands. Now I'm just an oral plaything, and, he's right—I'm his slut.* The thought should depress her, but instead the fire in her pussy grew and grew. She felt a trickle of moisture run down her leg. Suddenly the doors to the gallery loudly burst open. The art-student paused in mid stroke. Jennifer peered around the waist of the man she was sucking and saw Rodney Merton Junior standing at the front of the gallery entrance, his eyes wide and mouth gaping open. "What . . . what" he kind of whimpered, weakly. Then his eyebrows lowered, "what is going on here!" Rodney roared, his sweat-streaked face now red and angry. Calmly, the art-student resumed his thrusting. Jennifer felt her face flush painfully in humiliation. *Poor Rodney,* she thought, knowing he had an innocent boyish crush on her. *He thinks I'm some kind of princess, and now he has to see me getting used like a slut.* Her clit throbbed, reminding her of her need to get fucked. "Hey dude, thanks for letting me borrow your bitch!" said the art-student. He drove particularly far, and Jennifer felt his nutsack slap against her chin before she gagged a bit. Rodney charged to the front of the platform. "You stop that right now or I will rain fiery vengeance down upon you!" "Relax, bro!" the art-student said with a laugh. "You want a turn?" With that he slipped out of Jennifer's mouth. Jennifer gasped loudly for air as the shaft of flesh exited her throat. Rodney looked down at Jennifer, her thin sweet lips now thick and swollen from her recent oral experience. She looked up at him shamefully. Rodney grabbed the art student by his collar and hauled him close. "Professor Lithwick is on her way! I'm gonna tell her, and the police, what you've done here today." The art student snickered at Rodney's threat. Rodney shoved the art student away, roaring, "now begone!" The art student stumbled backward a few steps, not bothering to tuck in the hard dick dangling out of his pants. He threw a wink at Jennifer, then stepped behind the end of the curtain and disappeared. Rodney sank to his knees in front of Jennifer and began trying to free her cuffed wrists from the eye-hole bolted to the floor. "Aw, geez Jennifer, I'm so sorry I left you alone with that nefarious cretin," Rodney gushed. "Oh, Rodney, don't blame yourself," Jennifer said, watching as the nerdy boy unhooked the S-shaped hook from the floor. Her firm arm muscles felt the slack and pulled back in relief. "You've already been so much help, I don't know—ohhhhh," Jennifer sighed. She felt a pair of hands on her hips on the other side of the curtain. She felt her ass lift up and her legs involuntarily spread apart. One hand was now squeezing a bare ass cheek while another was rubbing her pussy. Rodney now held her soft palms in his large hands. "You're free to stand now, Jennifer," he said, lifting her arms, encouraging her to rise. At the same time Jennifer felt a finger press against her pussy and slowly slide in. "Ahhhh, it's OK, Rodney. I think I need to rest a bit after my . . . ohhhhh mmmmmm . . . ordeal." She moaned. Rodney nodded dumbly and sat down beside her. At the same time Jennifer felt the slender finger explore her insides, curling down and pressing hard against the g-spot on her vaginal wall. She bit her lip to keep from crying out, and stared lustily into Rodney's bewildered eyes. "Are you feeling OK?" he asked. "I'm feeling sooooo gooooood," Jennifer sighed, "but so strange. I think I took some . . . unnnhhhh . . . bad Adderall." A second finger had joined the first, and now both were sliding in and out of her, pressing hard against her g-spot with each pass. Abruptly the fingers disappeared from her pussy. Jennifer was momentarily annoyed, but then she felt hot breath blowing on her wetness surrounding her lower lips. "You mentioned that earlier. Do you need to see a doctor?" Rodney asked, his eyes wide with concern behind the thick lenses of his eyeglasses. Jennifer wasn't sure, but she thought she felt a soft wet tongue lightly trailing the edges of her pussy lips. "Ohhhh, just kiss me," Rodney began spluttering, "uh, um, wait, uh, J, Jen, Jennifer, ummm, me?" She felt the tongue push hard against her clit. Shockwaves of sexual energy pulsed through her. "Ohhhhhh," she moaned, then gripped Rodney's shirt collar and pulled him in for a wet, sloppy kiss. As the tongue darted in and out of her vagina, so did Jennifer's tongue slip in and out of Rodney's stunned mouth. She made out with the stunned nerd for a few minutes, reveling in the sensations caused by the cunnilingus on the other side of the curtain. If Rodney was disgusted by putting his tongue in the same mouth that the art-student's dick had been in minutes before, he certainly didn't show it. After a few seconds, Rodney quickly got the hang of kissing and was enthusiastically wrestling his tongue with hers. Suddenly the tongue disappeared from her pussy. Just like that, the spell was broken and Jennifer pulled away from Rodney. His face became red and he once again began stammering, "aw, jeez, Jennifer, I'm so sorry, I shouldn't be taking advantage of you in this state—" Jennifer shuddered as she felt the familiar head of a shaft now plowing the cleft of her slick, hairless pussy. Her breath caught in her throat. "—I was raised to be a better man than this, but in reality I'm no better—" The head of the shaft now poised at the wet entrance of her pussy. "—than that awful art student who was raping your—" Jennifer moaned loudly, interrupting the boy. The shaft was now pushing deep inside her. For the first time in the longest, most frustrating morning of her life, Jennifer was getting what she needed more than anything: fucked. She bit her lip and put the palms of her hands flat on the floor. The dick stopped halfway in and then began to pull back. Jennifer looked up and saw the bewildered expression of Rodney before her. She concentrated on his soft, sweet eyes as she felt the shaft sink in again, this time going in further. Her breath caught in her throat as the cock began withdrawing again. She was close to coming. Her hands began fumbling for Rodney's. She found them, and then squeezed his meaty hands hard as the shaft pushed in again. The dick sunk all the way in and Jennifer threaded her fingers between Rodney's, and she howled, "ohhhhhhhhh, fuuuuuuuuuuuck!" Black spots popped throughout her vision and all the ambient sound in the world disappeared. Jennifer orgasmed harder than she ever had in her young life. "Fuuuuuuuuck me," she moaned loudly. The shaft complied, going in and out, building a rhythm, building speed. "Oh, fuck yes, that's so gooooooood," Jennifer wailed. The fucking went on for about 30 seconds. Rodney was stupefied, listening to his princess moan profanities, and watching her slim frame mysteriously buck back and forth. Jennifer became aware of the –paf, paf, paf— sound of pelvis meeting ass, coinciding with her soft grunts. Rodney heard it too, and he suddenly began studying the curtain covering Jennifer's lower half, almost as if noticing it for the first time. Smack! The sound of a slap delivered to Jennifer's round ass traveled through the gallery like a thunderclap. Jennifer began cumming again. "What in seven hells—" Rodney said, before finally lifting the curtain and throwing it off Jennifer. "Oh. My. Dear. Sweet—" Jennifer regained consciousness from her second orgasm, and turned around, expecting to see the art student, pounding away at her pussy. She did see the art student, but he was standing to one side, his hand traveling back and forth around the dick still sticking out of his pants. Jennifer looked the person thrusting into her, and saw a head of dark, curly hair, attractive eyes and mouth, and round breasts, resting gently out of their cups on top of a bra. Her gaze traveled lower and saw hard plastic underwear with a soft rubber shaft connected to the front. The same shaft that was fucking in and out of her, giving her repeated orgasms. "Professor Lithwick! What are you doing?" Rodney cried. *I'm getting fucked by a strange woman with a strap-on,* Jennifer realized. Then she felt another orgasm hit her, and with a loud moan, she fainted. Jennifer on Adderall Ch. 05 Jennifer awoke to find herself on a dinghy sofa in the corner of the warehouse studio. Things seemed a little blurry, but she was aware of some heated conversation taking place next to her. ". . . and I have sworn a holy vow to escort Miss Jennifer to her Organic Chemistry class, and as soon as she wakes . . ." Jennifer saw that the owner of the voice was that sweet nerd Rodney. He was standing close to Professor Lithwick, emphasizing his points with a finger her was pointing in her face. Professor Lithwick seemed about 40, and was wearing a white blouse that was unbuttoned to her navel. She was attractive, for an older lady, with trim eyebrows that conveyed exactly how unimpressed she was with Rodney's stance and statements. ". . . I'm going to take her there. The only question I'm struggling with is whether or not I should contact academic affairs to report you now, or after I've completed my mission." Professor Lithwick chuckled. "Report me? To academic affairs? For what? We're all consenting adults here." "Consenting adults? She was chained to your floor! She couldn't even see who was violating her!" With his words, Jennifer's memory came rushing back. She felt momentarily dizzy, remembering the stimulation, the wetness, and the penetration her pussy finally received on this, the most sexually frustrating morning she'd ever had. Her pussy clenched at the memory, and Jennifer became acutely aware and slightly disappointed at the empty sensation of her insides. *I need more dick* she thought, *real dick this time. And bigger than that silly strap-on dildo. . .* "She never said no. If she had, we would've stopped immediately. What do you know about the artistic process anyway? Do you think my team and I could produce world-famous artwork—the kind of artwork which puts this university on the map—without inspiration?" Professor Lithwick smiled and gestured at the welded pieces of rusty scrap metal scattered around the warehouse. "No, young man. Eros is our muse! Eros is our master! We give eros sculpted passion, and eros gives us erotic passion. It's a consensual and mutually beneficial relationship enjoyed and understood only by artists." "Ohhhh," Jennifer moaned. She wanted to contribute something to the conversation, to thank Rodney for looking out for her, and to thank Professor Lithwick and her graduate student—*where is he anyway?*—for the profoundly erotic passion she most recently enjoyed. But all that came out of her mouth was a sexy moan. *Damn that Adderall!* a small portion of her consciousness raged before being quelled by the waves of erotic pleasure still radiating from her nipples and moist pussy. "Jennifer, are you OK?" Rodney asked, rushing to the sofa. "It's time for us to leave. The class is almost finished, and you really need to speak to Professor Atkins." He bent over to pick her up and she threw her arms around his neck. She noticed that her handcuffs were still on her wrists, but the chain connecting them had been cut. Finally on her feet, Jennifer teetered awkwardly before the strength in her legs gave out. "Ohhhh, gosh," she heard herself say. "I feel a little bit dizzy." Rodney's big arms crushed her to his chest, steadying her. "C'mon Jennifer, let's go. Can you walk or should I—" Jennifer interrupted him by sliding her tongue around his earlobe while making eye contact with Professor Lithwick over Rodney's shoulder. "Thank you," she purred, looking at the sexy art professor, who wore a half-smile on her face. "But I think I could walk now." "Uhhh . . . great," Rodney said, lowering her gently until she was standing in her high heels. He wiped the slick saliva from his ear. "It's about 10:05. Your class is finished, but if we hurry we could catch Professor Atkins in his office." All of a sudden, the mention of time caused panic to come over Jennifer. *Oh my god! My presentation! I've missed it! It's worth 50% of my course grade! Fuuuuuuck!* Strength returned to her legs and she marched to the warehouse door, Rodney close behind her. She threw it open, squinted at the bright Southern California sunshine, and started walking to the pre-med building. *** Professor Atkins was sitting behind the large oaken desk in his office. The morning sunlight was slicing through the horizontal blinds covering his window, illuminating his dusty bookshelves and wooden molecule models, and turning the office an elegant orange color. Atkins was in his 30s, a little beefy but obviously strong, and he had a handsome face framed by a thin beard. Jennifer had always felt an attraction to him. For each 90 minute class, he exuded nothing but power and control. He had written the textbook they were using, and his world-renowned grasp of the material was astonishing. He never hesitated when answering a student's question, and each question was answered with the same precision and finality that characterized his lectures. A rare word of praise from Professor Atkins would make a student happy for weeks, while the slightest frown of disapproval could stir thoughts of inadequacy even among the brightest in the class. Jennifer—craving Atkins' approval but dreading the potential of disappointment—had never had the courage to speak to him before. Today's presentation was to be her first time to have his undivided attention. She had spent months researching, planning and writing it, and days practicing for it. And she missed the class. From behind his desk, Atkins watched Jennifer timidly stand in his office, his gaze revealing no excitement at seeing her in her tightest miniskirt, hard nipples poking through her top. If he noticed black handprints on her bouncy ass from the dirty art student's groping, or the fact that her lips were slightly swollen from just having given the same student a blowjob, he gave no sign. Not even the silver handcuff bracelets with the dangling half-chains seemed to arouse any interest in him. ". . . and that's why she couldn't be in class to do her presentation, Professor Atkins." Rodney finished. Jennifer had been so entranced with Atkins' hypnotic gaze, she hadn't noticed that Rodney was also in the office, explaining her situation on her behalf. Atkins stood up from his chair and walked around the desk to stand in front of Jennifer. He was tall, and he seemed to tower over her, even as she stood in her high heels. He gently put his finger under her chin and lifted her face, raising her gaze. He studied her eyes closely. "Uhhh, Professor Atkins, ummm." Rodney began. "Isn't there some kind of way Jennifer could do a make-up presentation, maybe in front of a different section, or—" "Thank you, Rodney. You may now leave us. I need a word with Jennifer. Alone." Professor Atkins' voice was gentle but firm, and while he spoke he never released Jennifer from his gaze. "Ummm. Right. I'll just be, right outside, Jennifer. Later today, I'll take you to get your car." Rodney left the office. "Shut the door, Rodney," Atkins said, slightly loud. Jennifer heard Rodney whimper a bit, and then heard the click of the door shutting. "Hmmm." Professor Atkins tilted her chin to the left, then to the right, and then back to facing forward again. "Take a deep breath, hold it, and with your eyes follow my finger." Jennifer breathed deeply and followed Atkins' index finger. It slowly went right, then left, then back in front of her face, and then up toward the ceiling before finally pointing toward the ground. But Jennifer's gaze never made it to the ground. It stopped as her line of vision passed in front of the crotch of Professor Atkins' pants. Out of her peripheral vision, she was dimly aware that the finger was now pointing to the side of the room, but Jennifer couldn't turn away from Atkins' crotch. *Mmm. How big is it? How big can it get? Would it stretch me a bit? Does he—* She heard his fingers snapping. "Jennifer. Look at me. Look at my eyes, Jennifer." With a great deal of effort, Jennifer tore her gaze from his crotch to look up at his face. She felt embarrassed to have been caught looking at the crotch of such a great man, and she blushed prettily. "Jennifer, you've been taking Adderall, haven't you?" Atkins calmly asked. Jennifer gasped. "How did you know?" "Your pupillary responses. I've been reading about the side effects of bad or expired Adderall, as well as the dangers of mixing Adderall with other prescription medication. Negative side effects include focus and concentration remaining powerful and intense, but subjects are often unable to choose what their focus and concentration should be on. The more detrimental effects of taking bad Adderall are . . . hey are you even listening to me?" Jennifer remembered shaking her head no, then her hands shot to Atkins' belt. In less than a second, before Atkins could stop her, the belt was undone, and a mere second later the pants were unzipped and around his ankles. A second after that, Atkins' underwear joined his pants. His dick was big, Jennifer thought, feeling it expand as she slipped it into her mouth. She bobbed her head a few times and felt it starting to push into her throat. With her mouth full of his cock, Jennifer looked up at the professor with her innocent, almond-shaped Asian eyes. His stunned and hopeless expression was such a reversal from the calm, controlling gaze with which he overpowered students and faculty alike. As she squatted in her high heels, Jennifer realized that she had not only inhaled his penis, but also his power. The notion sent a quiver down her spine, to her moistening pussy. Only 15 seconds had elapsed since Jennifer went for Atkins' belt and began fellating him, but she knew that both were ready for fucking. She pulled back until only the head of the shaft was in her mouth and looked up at Atkins' face. She was delighted to see something she'd never seen before in his eyes: longing. After being the passive plaything for several men (and one woman) in this crazy morning, in seconds she had gained complete control over the most powerful man in the pre-med program. "Ugggh—" Atkins grunted as Jennifer swirled her tongue around the underside of his shaft. "Jennifer, this is great . . . ungh . . . but I can't let you pass . . . ohhhh . . ." Jennifer let the nutsack pop out of her mouth and rose to her full height. She grabbed the collar of his shirt with both hands and pulled him toward her. "Just fuck me," she breathed before shoving the grown man, with all her might, at his desk. Papers and books fell from the desk as Atkins sprawled on top of it. He had no time to collect his senses however. Jennifer had leapt on top of the desk too, and was now squatting over his form, skirt hitched up around her waist. She looked in Atkins' now frightened eyes as she felt the tip of his turgid dick slide from her clit to her furrow, settling at her introitus. Jennifer looked into her Professor's panicked eyes and, biting her lip, let her pelvis slowly drop. Wet as she was, the dick was big—twice the girth as the strap-on dildo that had pummeled her less than an hour earlier—and the entry hurt a little. She let out a whiny moan, then rose up again, leaving just the head inside her tight pussy. She moved her well-manicured hands over Atkins' button-down shirt, pinching his hardened nipples, and then sank down again. This time the dick was halfway inside her, but already it felt like it was deeper inside her than any dick before. It was then she realized that, although hard, Atkins' cock wasn't fully erect. She moaned, squeezing hard with her kegel muscles, and felt the dick grow larger still. Maintaining full constriction on the penis, she rose up again and felt it slide almost completely out. The sudden emptiness challenged her, and with a loud, "oohhhhhh" she dropped herself down again, determined to take the entire monster inside her. "Nnnnnngggggh," she grunted, feeling her insides stretch, feeling the dick bottom out in her pussy and still push farther still. It was pain mixed with intense pleasure, and just when she thought the pain would be too great, she felt the curls of his pubic hair on her lower lips, and his hips against her spread thighs, and realized there was no more penis to take in. "Ohhh, gosh," she said, sitting there, letting the massive dick just throb inside her. She looked at Atkins' face. It was red and a hard vein was apparent in his forehead. He was looking at her face. "You're so beautiful," he said, "and so fucking tight." He brought his hand up to the side of her angelic face, and his thumb rested gently on her lips. Opening her mouth, she took his trembling thumb inside, and gently held it between her teeth, still gazing into his eyes. Then she rose up again, emptying her vagina almost completely before sinking down again, slowly, biting harder on his thumb as each inch penetrated her below. Bottoming out, she rose up again, feeling each ridge and bump of Atkins' cock through the hypersensitive walls of her vagina. As the pumping continued, she felt Atkins' other hand rest on her tanned hip before reaching around to grab and pull at her round ass cheek. She moaned loudly, noticing how close she was to orgasm, and the thumb in her mouth slipped out, the hand caressing her slender neck and collarbone, and then squeezing one round breast through the white fabric of her party dress. Bouncing at a good rhythm now, she moaned again as his fingers clasped her nipple through the cloth. The other hand grabbed the bottom of her dress and began hauling it up her torso. She felt the cool air of the air-conditioned office against the sweat on her back, and then, for a brief moment, the dress was over her head, disrupting their eye contact. As she watched her dress flutter to the ground beside the desk, she started bouncing even faster, using her firm muscled thighs and calves to move her pelvis up and down the length of the shaft. Feeling a familiar tingling in her spine, she looked down and saw her breasts ballooning in his hands, hard nipples sliding between fingers, as her tanned orbs increased in size with each gasp for air. She watched his eyes as he squeezed her breasts hard, then, with a series of loud paf-paf-paf's, to accompany her grunts, she felt an orgasm wash over her. "Ohhhhhh my Goddddddd," she yelled, and her muscles constricted while her vision turned white. The last thing she noticed before briefly losing consciousness was the exploding wetness between their joined hips. She then felt his breath against the top of her head. She had folded over and now rested on top of him. The stillness was brief however, as Atkins grabbed her hips and began powering up into them with his still-turgid cock. "Oh, Oh, Oh," she breathed, with each punch of the dick into her womb. Without thinking she unbuttoned her professor's shirt and started kissing his chest as he repeatedly thrust into her from below. It was hairy, but his salty sweat tasted delicious to her. The pounding stopped as her tongue found his nipple. Atkins gasped in surprise, and then Jennifer gently bit into his nipple, and, moving her feet into position again, resumed control of the thrusting. "Oh, God, this feels so good," Atkins whispered as she tugged at his nipple with her teeth while sliding up and down his pole. He abruptly shouted loudly as she bit down too hard on his nipple. She stopped bouncing, released his nipple from her teeth, and then soothed it with gentle licks, kisses, and ragged breaths from between her beautiful lips. Atkins' breathing turned ragged, and she felt his dick begin to shudder inside her. *He's close* she realized, and began bouncing again, squeezing hard with each withdrawal. *And so am I.* The room suddenly shook with a loud thunderclap and Jennifer stopped. Suddenly she felt a burning tingling on her ass cheeks, and she realized the loud thunderclap was actually the sound of each of his strong hands slapping both of her ass cheeks at the same time. The burning tingling quickly turned into a searing pain, and Jennifer realized she was howling. But the shock and pain quickly turned into pleasure as she felt his strong hands lock around her ankles and then, with a massive thrust, he removed her from the surface of the desk. His hands supported her from the underside of her tanned thighs, which he spread wide obscenely. To remain upright, Jennifer had to lean back and grab his knees. For untold minutes, Atkins pounded into her suspended form from below, spreading her legs wide, then bringing them together to prop her ankles on his shoulders before spreading them wide again. She floated in his grasp, connected to earth only by the hands on her legs, her hands on his knees, and the rigid, thick pole her pussy was sliding up and down on. The pounding was hard and relentless, and Jennifer felt repeated orgasms cascade through her. Finally she felt Atkins shudder powerfully and, with one last massive thrust, she felt his hot, volcanic cum erupt inside her. She clamped down hard and shuddered through her own final climactic orgasm, wailing uncontrollably. Suddenly the room became silent, save for the collective gasping from the two sweaty lovers piled atop each other on the broad oaken desk. After a few more shuddering exhalations, Jennifer finally lifted her pelvis, allowing the professor's still erect penis to snap out of her pussy. As it did so, a thick tendril of white ejaculate slipped from her lips, forming a puddle on the oaken desk below. *Oh God, it's so warm inside me,* Jennifer thought, smiling wickedly as she watched the spooge slide out of her. Suddenly a head-shaped shadow passed in front of the window, blocking the morning sunlight that was illuminating her pulverized pussy. Looking up, over the sprawled still-gasping body of the professor, Jennifer saw the shocked face of Rodney Merton Junior on the other side of the window, his eyes wide and his mouth trembling with emotional pain and jealous desire. Not knowing what else to do, Jennifer flashed Rodney an embarrassed smile, raised her dainty little hand, and waved hello.