This story is a request. Thank you so much for your support! I truly enjoyed writing this story for you. All characters are 18 and there is no age play in this role-play. All role-play is consensual and between adults.
Someone said:
First, thank you so much for all the amazing stories I was wondering if you would write a story that's been a huge fantasy for me. Currently I'm living my best slutty life with four partners who I love and who love each other. I'm in my late thirties and all of my partners, and their husbands or wives are all either my age or a decade or so younger. I live in a college town (ASU) and my neighborhood has a lot of students, in fact the house behind mine is a two story full of sorority women. Sometimes when I fuck, I forget to close the blinds. My fantasy is imagining those young women watching; learning what good, real dominate, body positive, toy positive, fucking looks like. Naturally I've also masturbated imagining one of them getting up the courage to ask for a demonstration. Thought it would make a really hot story.
My Sorority Girl
"You can start packing up your stuff, but please wait until the bell rings to stand up and head to the door," I told my students. I heard a couple of girls giggling in the corner. I knew what they wanted, which they thought was a piece of me. I was that teacher on campus, the one all the young girls had a crush on. It was a tough gig, but I was happy that I had the honor of being that teacher. None of them could have handled me. My colleagues and students thought that I was a nice, average guy, but inside me lurked a profound perversion that I had only recently harnessed.
"He's so sexy," I heard one say to the other. I knew they were talking about me, but I pretended not to listen to them.
"Oh my God, I know!" the other girl replied. It was semi-disgusting and semi-flattering. They were too young for my taste, anyhow. I needed perversion and intrigue, sexual openness, and the kind of comfort with one's own body that young girls usually did not possess. I was attracted to women, not girls. However, as a guy who wasn't the most popular person in high school, I felt as if this was the universe's way of doing me a solid. I now had the self-esteem that I needed to get what I truly craved.
The bell rang, and the girls gave me one last lingering stare before they gathered their bags and left my classroom. As soon as the stream of students stopped, I spotted another teacher, Nakomi standing in the doorway, her smile wide. Nakomi wasn't just another teacher at my school; she was also one of my lovers. She was relatively tall and had a pleasing shape. She had caramel-colored skin and giving nature. She was a kinky fuck and a wonderful woman that I enjoyed more than just sex with. A witty charmer, that's what she was.
"Mr. Tightan!" Nakomi called to me from the doorway. I was still at my desk, not because I had anything to do but because I was bored. I should have been doing something productive, but I didn't see the point. I had perfected my system of having my students grade each other's work, thus reducing the heavy load I had once attempted.
"Ms. Jones," I smiled warmly at Nakomi, and we shared a conspiratorial glance.
"After work, right?" she asked.
"Yes. I will meet you there."
"Of course. See you then!" She dashed off with excitement, and I knew why. Lately, we had been into some kinky fun that had made my cock extra hard. I couldn't wait to do it again, and after work was the perfect time to do it. I willed my cock not to get hard, but of course, I was feeling my cock stir as I thought about Nakomi bouncing on it.
The next few periods whizzed by, and I practically ran to my car after the last bell to make sure I got there before Nakomi. I threw my tweed blazer onto the passenger seat as I hopped in and took off for home. I needed to straighten some things up, so Nakomi and the other girls didn't think I was a complete slob. Not that Nakomi would have cared. She was pretty easygoing, and she seemed to like me for the right reasons. Nakomi wasn't my only lover, of course. I actually had a bit of a fuck roster going, and on it were three additional women that I had really enjoyed fucking.
They were all on their way, so I began to frantically clean when I got a strange feeling. I felt like someone was watching me. I turned around and looked out my window. There they were, moving their chairs so they would have a front-row seat to whatever show I was about to deliver. I always show off for my neighbors, who happen to be a pack of sorority girls from nearby Arizona State University.
Sometimes I do something mundane like vacuum my floor for them. Other times I do push-ups, sit-ups, and even lift some weights. Sometimes I jack off. Sometimes I'm fucking one of my many partners.
I purposely forget to close the blinds.
I leave them open when I'm fucking because I want those hot sorority girls who live in the duplex behind me to see what I can do. One of the sexiest things in life is getting a woman off, and I've dedicated my life to the cause, taking oral sex to the next level. I'd caught those sorority sluts on many occasions watching me with great interest as I fucked many of my partners. There was one sorority slut, in particular, that was always watching me. She was too young for me, but the way she stared me down made my cock stiffer than it had been getting for anyone else.
The sorority girls were at it again. I could feel their eyes on me, and I enjoyed the attention. I'd been feeling more confident lately. It was probably because of the insane amount of sex that I was now having. I couldn't believe it. I wasn't a tall guy, nor did I have a humongous cock. I didn't consider myself handsome, but I wasn't ugly or anything either. I was...ordinary looking, and people often mistook me for a gay man. They would have been partially right. I was actually pansexual, but at my job, as a teacher, I just did my best to look as heterosexual as possible, not that it mattered.
I was about to have sex, and the sorority girls could see it coming. They had gathered around their window, waiting for the show to begin. I looked up at them and smiled confidently. There was a woman in my apartment, and whenever a woman showed up, I ended up fucking her. The woman was one of my four close partners, Nakomi. What the sorority girls didn't know was that another three girls would be joining us. They were in for one hell of a show.
***
It wasn't a coincidence that the window nearest to the sorority girls was the one I set our scene in. I bought a set of desks from Habitat for Humanity that I arranged for my ladies to sit at. Since I was a high-school teacher in real life, this role-play would go smoothly for me. I wouldn't even need to act. I would be playing the role of Mr. Steven Titanium, a college professor.
My girls, on the other hand, had their own roles to play. Nakomi would play my Teacher's Assistant. Halle would play my most insolent student, Ciara would play the scapegoat, and Trixie would play my favorite student. They were lined up just outside of the door waiting for me to call them in.
"Are you ready?" I called them as I sat at my makeshift desk, which was a card table I had pulled out from a closet for the role-play.
"Yes, sir!" they all chorused, and I was proud of them for responding so strongly and in unison.
"Come on inside, ladies. Stay in your line," I ordered them. I watched as Nakomi's plump ass peeked out from underneath her schoolgirl attire. The kids didn't wear uniforms at the high school I taught at, but the girls had all decided to wear school girl outfits circa Britney Spears in her video, Hit Me One More Time. They looked delectable. "Okay, take your seats!"
Halle gave me a naughty smirk that made my cock lurch a bit in my trousers. I had been looking forward to this moment for a whole week. I glanced up to make sure that my sorority girl was watching. She looked back at me with longing as I stared her down. She wasn't afraid of me. She wanted to be sitting at a desk, so I could punish her. I could see it in her dark eyes.
Halle's long, dark hair was pulled into two long pigtails that I knew I would be pulling on later as I fucked her. She was wearing a tiny tank top that showed most of her midriff, and her skirt was short and tight, leaving little to the imagination. She wasn't wearing a bra or panties, and it was evident. She looked so fucking delicious. I couldn't wait to get my hands on her.
"Halle, why don't we start by checking in with you. How was your week?" I asked her.
"Me?" Halle looked around like she couldn't believe I had chosen her. "Oh, okay. Well, this week was pretty good. I was horny a lot, and I didn't get any dick...or pussy. I'm so glad this class is in session now."
"Now, was that an appropriate comment for this topic?" I asked the rest of the class.
"No!" They shook their heads at Halle.
"Should we punish her?"
"Yes!" came the resounding answer.
"Come on up here and flip up your skirt." I pulled out a paddle from my goody bag that I kept filled with implements to torture my beautiful sluts with.
