The Discovery that College Classes were paid with Asses
written by:
Little tommy D.

<The Discovery that College Classes were paid with Asses>

I am a Senior Corporal and squad leader in the Crimes Against People Division (CAP) of my local police department. I work with Sally if you remember her. She is the Sergeant in Charge of North Patrol and was the friend who had a burning itch that needed scratching. She is still having FBI Agent Allen Saxby do the scratching and has therefore been quiet recently about her burning desires. I haven't felt that intense yearning yet and haven't need anyone to do scratching on me. Maybe it's because I'm a little younger than Sally at 28 and a little smaller at five-four, 118 pounds, 34-24-34 and I'm a brown-haired lovely as my Pop always calls me. My name is Willa Ann Majors, and yes, I have been kidded about being ‘WAM-Bam never am.' But that doesn't bother me as I'm wrapped up in my work now, have little time for the apes that try to tempt me, so I'm known around here as the Lovely Loner of CAP.

Yesterday I was summoned to my Captain's office for a closed door meeting. In a huddle around his round conference table, he assigned me to investigate the truth behind rumors that college students at the local state university were possiblly running an extensive call girl ring. It presumably involved one of the sniffier sororities' located off-campus in a restored mansion sited in a high-dollar neighborhood. One of the professors ran across a suspicious posting and reported having tried to register, but had been denied when he was refused the password citing student privacy. I was instructed to enroll in classes, endear myself to students, and hopefully be invited to become a member of the group known as ‘Class Capital.' I was to go to the university each day, class or not, hang out in the student union, and worm my way through the network until I received an invitation and was offered membership in Class Capital.

I followed through the with orders. Near the end of the second week, I was invited to a sorority party to strut my stuff in front of the ‘sisters' to determine if I was compatible enough to become of the ‘sisters.' This was not the target group and I would never be an invitee to one of their parties simply because I wasn't in the sniffy class it demanded of students. The group I associated with made no difference; all I needed was an opening to get a look at the Web Site of Class Capital. As luck would have it, that came to me the following week. One of the sweet sisters, Ashley Kent, took me to her room, fired up her laptop and signed on. I looked over her shoulder when she opened a program named ‘Pinterest' and I was able to view a page of co-ed pictures on the corkboard. Under each name were their body measurements, class, and the day(s) of availability for meetings. So far, it was all innocent. Ashley changed pages and there was displayed an array of male students with the a similar list of statistics. She turned to me, winked, entered another password and the page opened to pictures of each of the males, it showed their hands around fully erect stiff dicks, some in the process of Cumming. On this page the descriptions were more specific as to what specialties each of the males would offer along with a negotiated price range. Some listed anal sex, either male or female, clit licking, blow jobs, straight sex, or whatever turns you on.

Ashley went back to the co-ed page and entered another password and the co-eds were shown in various acts such as sucking dicks, fucking doggy style, anal sex, titty fucking, clit licking, rim jobs, straight sex, and again whatever turns you on and also with a negotiated price. I saw the picture of Ashley on her knees with a huge dick in her mouth, her hand holding the balls while the other hand masturbated her own clit. The third and what appeared to be the last page she turned to was the application for membership.

Ashley turned to me, winked again and asked, "If you want to save your own money and pay for all your college expenses, this is the easiest way I've found. I've paid all my expenses and bought a used Miata convertible with my earnings. If you're interested, I'll print the app and sponsor you for membership." I vigorously nodded my head and said, "I've been on a pauper's budget this year. Fuck yes, I'll join. What does it cost?"

That's the good part. The Tri-S's will skim ten percent of whatever you earn. This is their domain and their enterprise. They run the other half of the program. That's the half that provides the customers, both male and female, to you, and us. Still interested?"

"You bet, print me an application." She turned the printer on and the page flew out.

"You don't have any qualms about lesbian sex do you?"

"No, none whatsoever. Why?"

She stood by the chair, closed the computer, reached around me and pulled me close, whispering, "The first time I saw you at the party I knew I wanted in your pants. I'm dying to taste your wild pussy and sniff your asshole." She kissed me on the mouth, forced her tongue in my mouth and rimmed my teeth. There was no backing out now. I was bound to have my snatch eaten here and now, so I'd better relax and join the excitement.

"Ashley, if that's true, I'm ready. I have admired your ass since I saw you in those tight orange shorts. Now I get a close up."

"You're going to get more than a close up; you're going to get a taste of the ass you admired." She was unbuttoning my blouse, I figured I had to play along so I unzipped her slacks, unhooked the belt, flipped the button and pulled her pants to the floor. She had my blouse off, unhooked my bra and threw it toward the laptop. She pushed me back on the bed, unsnapped my shorts and pulled them down. She rose up, looked at the black lace bikini thong I had worn and fell to her knees. She slowly drew the thong downward until she uncovered my pubic hair and exposed the top of my pussy. She put her nose in the upper part of the slit, continued to roll the panties down and as she did, she drug her nose deeper in my cunt. I felt the panties go down my leg at the same time I felt an electric jolt as her tongue touched my clit.

In a second or less, she had her tongue deep inside me, rolling it around and tasting the flowing juice I was producing through the excitement of a new experience. She had her hands around my buttocks and was spreading them open. She quickly flipped me to my stomach and immediately had her nose and tongue in my ass. She was rimming the hole, sniffing as she did so. I felt her tongue barely enter my asshole and the shock hit me in the abdomen. I was breathing harder than if I had run a forty yard dash in twenty seconds. My heartbeat was in the hundreds and I thought I would pass out. Ashley rolled me back over, climbed on the bed, stuffed pillows under my head and ass. She positioned herself in the 69 mode, lowered her pussy to my face, and returned to my pussy, holding my legs in the air.

I cautiously ran my tongue down her crack, sucked the labia and then plunged it fully inside her. She was dripping wet and I had never tasted anything so enthralling as her pussy juices flowing across my mouth. I sucked it all as it dripped from her vagina. I returned to her clit, sucked it hard and felt the tremors running through her body. She gasped, raised her head and moaned long and low as would a wolf at the moon. I didn't let up on her clit as I knew she would reach orgasm any second, but I was the one who received the surprise when Ashley bit my clit gently and pulled. At that moment, I jerked so hard she rolled from above me as my body continued to automatically elevate itself at my hips as the voltage increased inside my body. I had never felt such an intense nerve reaction in my entire life. In fact, had I been asked, I would have said it couldn't happen, especially to me.

When the shocks stopped, Ashley lay beside me, her arms around me, holding me close. She realized I had ceased with the orgasmic aftershocks and whispered, "Oh, Willa. That was so beautiful and we were perfect together. I hate to turn you out for others to use your magnificent talents. I want to keep you as my own private treat. But, I promised you the way to earn your expenses and I can't afford to pay you to keep you for myself. That's so sad."

We quietly dressed, she handed me the app, she kissed me at the door and had tears in her eyes. She asked me to come back anytime, said we'd meet for lunch tomorrow, and I could give her the app to turn over to the Tri-S agent. I put my hand on her cheek, said, "Thanks" and left her room. When I arrived home, I was energized as never before, but I was operating on highly mixed feelings. If I became a member, I would have to follow through on assignments or be discovered as a fraud. This is something I would need to check with the Captain and determine the policy of whether or not I was obligated to perform the sex acts or not as part of the job. I called him early the next morning for guidance. I presented him with what I had discovered, the pictures I saw, the application I had, and what was required of me. He was very specific with his instructions. He told me that it was entirely my decision whether or not to continue. He did tell me that without the key passwords and access to the Web Site, there was no case that could be proven. He said that should I decide to continue, he wanted to meet with me off-site so that he could deliver miniature television cameras, a small digital camera, and other devices for me to capture the actual process and delivery of the monies for the acts performed. We hung up; I sat at the table pondering the route I was willing to take. Around eleven-ten, I headed to the student union and my meeting with Ashley.

She met me right at twelve, slid into the booth across from me, grabbed one of my fries, and bit it smiling broadly at me. I opened my zipper bag, took the app, handed it to her and said, "I completed it this morning in a hurry. Check if it's complete."

She read through it carefully, grinned and put it in her notebook. "Perfect, Willa. Thanks for joining. If I didn't thank you for yesterday, I thank you for a grand afternoon." She reached across the table, picked up my check and said, "My treat this afternoon. I'll see you later this evening." She slid out, waved bye, and headed out the door.

I attended two classes in the afternoon, barely paying attention as I thought about what was to follow. I went home, changed clothes, and prepared myself a small dinner that I wolfed down in record time. I headed back to campus and to the sorority house where I was being considered as a pledge. Ashley came in later and signaled me to follow her upstairs. I skipped along with her up the stairs, into the computer room and she closed and locked the door behind us. She turned the machine on, waited until it came up and motioned me to sit beside her. She signed on to Capital Class and pulled up the co-ed page. She entered my name and there was a picture of me pinned to the corkboard with my stats underneath. I was shocked to see it. She put her index finger to her lips to shush me, then she turned to the second page and there in all my naked glory was I, tonguing Ashley's pussy and playing with her asshole while she was atop me fucking my pussy with her tongue. I backed up and asked, "Why did you post those pictures of us? I didn't know they were taken. Who did it?"

"You gave permission in the app. Didn't you read that section? I had the computer camera filming us as we had sex. It was a requirement for membership. Your resume, so to speak, is now posted and ready for your customers to take a good look at what to expect from you. Get ready for your phone to start buzzing with money offers. Be selective, do only what you want, but never renege on a deal. That's poison for you."

"Damn, Ashley, this is moving so fast I can't catch my breath. Is it really as good as you say?"

"You've seen my clothes, my car, and know that I haven't applied for any student loans. It works if you'll let it. You'll be great at it, Willa. Trust me. I'm sorry for the surprise, but I expected you to read the app."

"Well, I did it this morning and I'll admit, I scanned parts of it. That must have been the part I skipped over quickly. My bad."

"Okay, we're good. Let's go join the party."

When I returned home, my answering machine was blinking and I saw that I had four calls. I listened and took down the names and numbers. One was my Captain wanting to know my decision. The other three were offers of a job. One female, two males. I steeled myself, sat at the table with a notepad and began returning the calls. I had decided that since I did Ashley yesterday, I would try a male this time around. After I made all the calls, I had the first one lined up for tomorrow afternoon at an apartment in the upscale downtown district. On Thursday, I had the female at seven that evening at her home only four blocks from my place. The last male, I scheduled for next Monday, time to be determined on Sunday.

Ashley called during the evening news and offered to give me the passwords to the web pages after my first encounter tomorrow. She alluded to the fact that to have access you must be actively performing and have a need for the postings. She dropped the hint that she knew of tomorrow's client from searching the web page of made appointments. She gave me his name to prove her point, Clay McCullough, a forty year-old executive with a local oil distributor, married with two children, wife on vacation in Maine with her parents for the next two weeks. I was becoming more and more uncomfortable with Capital Class each time I spoke with Ashley. What else did those people know about me? Was I being set up because they found the real me?

The next day, at two on the dot, I walked into the Olympia Cooperative Apartment Complex on Tremonta Lane. I took the elevator to twelve, the top floor. I stepped from the elevator into the luxurious life personified. The small lobby area was done in granite, polished mahogany, cut crystal glass doors, and two side by side co-ops. His was Unit A facing the east view of the downtown skyscrapers. I rang the bell, moments later he opened the door, ushered me in and graciously kissed my hand. He was in a black silk robe, a white towel around his neck, and a glass of red wine in his hand that he handed me. I was so nervous I nearly sloshed the wine over the sides of the glass. My ring was a digital camera so I held it close when he kissed the hand where my watch was recording the conversation. My pendant necklace was the video camera and it was filming everything I saw as I met him and surveyed the home.

He guided me to a huge living room with all glass sides and a stunning panorama of the city. He turned to a side table, took an envelope and softly said, "Not to be crass, but the envelope is for you." I nodded, took it from his hand, put it in my purse and stood, waiting for his next move. He took my elbow and led me down a hallway, led me into stylish bedroom with soft blue lighting, soft, low, surround sound music and the wine bottle on the nightstand. I wasn't certain of how to act, so I decided to be bold and aggressive. I stood in front of him, sipped from the wine glass, sat it on the end table and took the initiative.

I dropped to my knees on the plush carpeted floor, untied the belt of his silk robe, pulled his boxers down, lifted each foot and removed the shorts, throwing them to the side. I leaned forward and had his limp dick in my mouth before he could get focused on what was happening. His dick began to respond instantly to my sucking and it rapidly hardened to a full, steel-like, pulsating erection. While I sucked, I performed a number of pleasing and unusual techniques that had him standing on tiptoes and shuffling his feet in response. As my head bounced up and down on his stiff, quivering dick, I was intent on leaving him with a wet and eager blowjob stimulated hard-on that was ready for action. After only a couple of minutes of aggressive sucking, I held his erection in one hand while I caressed his balls with my other hand, all the while licking at the shaft of his dick, switching between his dick and the shrinking scrotum holding his balls. I devoted my concentration and efforts to the head of his dick by pursing my lips over the deep dark purple, swollen head before taking only the head into my mouth. He seemed impressed and vastly pleased with my talent. He unexpectedly exhaled a low moan and he lost control of what was happening. I recognized his impending ejaculation and quickly squeezed the base of his dick and held tight to prevent his cannoning streams of cum into my face and mouth so early in the game. He sighed, took my hands and pulled me up, holding me close, but I smiled before kissing him, and as we kissed, he gently parted my lips and inserted his tongue against my tongue.

I broke the kiss, stepped back, dropped the shoulder straps of my dress and allowed it to fall to the floor. I was wearing the same pair of black miniature bikini panties that I had worn with Ashley. Along the top of the black bikinis, I had allowed a small strip of my light brown pubic hair to show, giving him the promise of a fully adorned pussy with light brown covering. I slowly stepped out of my panties as he watched, panting heavily, awed by my take-over performance. I slowly moved to the bed, sat and lay back keeping both my feet on the floor. I spread my legs widely apart giving him an unrestricted view of my womanhood that was showing hot pink through the gorgeous brown-haired lips of my ready pussy. I told him it was now his turn to enjoy more of the pleasure I intended to provide him.

While I waited, I sucked my fingers and teased him by playing with my pussy, and as he came closer and watched me remove my fingers, I sucked them clean and used my index my finger to call him to me, pointing at the center of my pussy. His dick was now again so hard I didn't have to call him to call him twice. He obviously sensed that I was not fully aroused yet because the interior of my pussy didn't show the wetness normal to a full arousal. With that knowledge, he didn't hesitate to approach my pussy with his face and tongue. He tested me using the tip of his tongue by very tenderly touching the labia. I lightly reacted to his touch when I felt in inside my inner lips. He took time to nibble my interior lips, and then sucked them lovingly, taking his time and licking each side longingly, but without touching my clit.

I was quickly becoming fully aroused and wanting more. I held his head with both hands and began a low moan from deep down in my abdomen and the moans were my response to the sensation of his tongue that he now had deep inside my vagina, using it to explore the spongy, warm interior beyond the folds of my pussy. The feeling was divine as I felt the juices flowing warmly throughout the inside of my pussy. His efforts were very effective, and it didn't take long before my moans were becoming louder and more intense with no faking. I involuntarily added groans and low murmur's to the moans and when he had me at the upper stage of arousal, he sped to my clit. When he had my clit in his mouth, I abruptly raised my legs, hooked them over his shoulders as he flicked his tongue over my clitoris, causing me to moan, "Ooohhhh, God, Clay. There, right there, stay on my button, don't move away please. Stay right there! My God! I have never felt this fucking alive," I screamed, surprising myself, as I was in the throes of an intense orgasm. My reaction energized him and he continued to suck my juices from my vagina interior. He actively searched for my asshole that was just under his chin as it rested near my pussy. He appeared in no hurry to fuck me when he knew he had my magnificent, pliable body to play with all afternoon. He continued flicking his tongue inside the lips of my pussy. When I began reacting to his finger in my asshole, he sped his pace a notch or two and kept finger fucking my ass with the entire length of his middle finger.

He seemed to be aware of my body language and evidently detected that I had a second orgasm on the way. He was exactly right and I lifted my head and shoulders from the bed, pulled vigorously at his head, screaming, "Fuck me, fuck me now! I'm on fire. I'm burning inside from the nerve ending jolting me throughout my pussy, my asshole, my brain." I think he had never experienced anything like the responses he was getting from me. He seemed awed by what I was enjoying that he had created. I was shaking from the effects of the orgasm and I laid back on the bed, I had my eyes closed, I continued breathing heavily, and the tremors were continuously running through my lower abdominal muscles. He thought I had fainted, but instead, decided that I was engulfed in orgasmic stupor. I can imagine that he didn‘t want to waste the moment while I was resting, and he chose to fuck me as I lay, on my back, in the missionary position. I gave no resistance or objection. I fully complied by enwrapping him with my legs around his torso.

I could guess that his fucking me was probably his fantasy dream. I pretended to still be in a semi-trance, and would moan and whimper softly "Oh, my God, Ah, that is the most dynamic feeling I have ever encountered in my life." I threw in some bullshit by saying, "No one can equal the radiance that you have blessed me with today. I am so happy. I hope you feel as superior as I do, Clay. Your fucking me is the icing on all my cupcakes." His response was to increase the rhythm of his dick and using it to rub itself against my spongy pussy interior walls as he speedily moved his dick in and out of my pussy. I was closely watching his facial expressions and they told me he was beginning to cum and I whispered in his ear, "Oh God, fuck me harder, fuck me much harder. Let your cum flow as I enjoy its warm spurts."

That was the encouragement he wanted to turn his dick loose and pound me as fast and as hard as his spurting dick could stand the slamming as it bounced against my cervix. I had my earlier quiet moans, groans, and murmurs increase in volume until I screamed while in the midst of having another surprise long, wrenching orgasm. He tempered himself and was able to join me as he felt his balls suddenly constrict, move up tighter inside his body, and he pulled out, shot the second cumming of his hot cream over my brown pussy, my asshole, and on my abdomen. He rapidly stuck his dick back in my pussy and pumped until he had no additional contractions from his no longer hard dick. He slid up and kissed me with his flaccid dick still stuck inside my pussy. I flexed the muscles of my pussy and squeezed his dick with my vaginal walls. He was dumbfounded with my amazing trick and one that he felt was fabulous and unique. I moaned while I again told him he had delivered me the fuck of my life. He lay still and confessed that I had also been the fuck of his life and that he wished his wife had half the talent fucking that I had shown him.

He sighed heavily, rolled over and withdrew his sticky dick. He stretched out across the bed next to me and chose to rest and relax. I licked the sticky cum from his dick and used my right hand to stroke it as I sucked his balls. In less than five minutes, I had assisted him as he achieved a new, strong erection, but I wasn't willing to fuck him again. I casually lay across him and jacked him off. It took a while to bring him to the point where he was Cumming. When I knew it was starting, I wrapped the head of his dick in my lips and short stopped the meager spurts of cum from his third ejaculation. When his dick had concluded its spurting, I sidled up his chest and kissed him, transferring his small load of cum to his mouth. He was probably shocked to have his own cum in his mouth, but said nothing. I merely looked at him and grinned as he swallowed.

I rolled out and began dressing. When I was putting my dress on, he got up from the bed, said, "Just a minute, Willa," and he left the room. I had my dress on, my shoes on, and was ready to leave when he came back. He smiled and said, "May I have the envelope I gave you back for a moment." I opened my purse, handed him the envelope and he took a handful of cash and stuffed it in the envelope. He walked me to the door, leaned in and gently kissed me on the lips. As he opened the door, he asked, "May I reserve this time with you each week? But we won't meet here. We keep a condo near the airport for clients and associates to use when they're in town. We can meet there in the future, it's safer."

I nodded, kissed his cheek and pushed the elevator button.

When I arrived home, I opened the envelope and found a thousand dollars in hundred dollar bills. It was twice the quoted price. I concluded that I was in the wrong business as a police officer. A thousand dollars for three hours of pleasure, not work. Too bad it isn't legal.

Now I have to extract myself from this group without upsetting the applecart, but I need to wait for the passwords or all of this was in vain. Well, I retract part of that statement because the two sessions I had were fantastic medicine for the old psyche of a body too wrapped in work and more in need of sex and more sex for relaxation and energizing.