The Making of a College Cum Slut

Mila's roommate, Jake, was sprawled on the couch, his cock hard and ready. Mila looked at it, then back at his face, then back at his cock. She was horny, yes, but this was new territory. She had never swallowed before, let alone drank a guy's load. But Jake was insistent, and Mila was curious. "Come on, Mil." He patted the couch beside him. "It's not so bad. And I promise, it'll be worth it." Mila hesitated, then joined him. She took his cock in her hand, feeling its weight, its heat. She licked the tip, tasting the salty precum. Jake groaned, his hips jerking slightly. "Do you trust me?" he asked. "Yes," she replied, looking into his eyes. He smiled, then lay back, his cock standing tall. Mila straddled him, her pussy rubbing against his thigh as she leaned down. She took him into her mouth, inch by inch, until he hit the back of her throat. She gagged slightly, then pulled back, taking a breath. Jake's hands were on her hips, guiding her. "Relax your throat," he coached. "Take it slow." She did, taking him deeper each time. His groan of pleasure spurred her on. She bobbed her head, her hand working the base of his cock. She could feel his thighs tensing, his breath hitching. "Yes, just like that," he encouraged, gripping her hips tighter. "Fuck, your mouth is amazing." Mila felt a surge of power. She increased her pace, her head bobbing faster. Jake's moans filled the room, his hips thrusting up to meet her. "Shit, Mila," he gasped. "I'm gonna come. You want it?" She pulled off briefly, looking up at him. "Yes," she said, her voice husky. "Give it to me." He groaned, his body tensing. She took him back into her mouth, sucking hard. He came with a roar, his cock pulsing as he filled her mouth. She swallowed quickly, the taste bitter and salty. She didn't stop sucking, drawing out every last drop. Jake's body relaxed, his chest heaving. Mila looked up at him, licking her lips. He smiled down at her, his eyes soft. "That was incredible," he said. "You did so well." Mila smiled, a warmth spreading through her. She had done it. And she wanted more.

As days turned into weeks, Jake introduced Mila to more intense experiences. One evening, he invited her to a small gathering at a friend's apartment. The room was filled with a mix of familiar and new faces, the air thick with anticipation and the smell of alcohol. Jake handed her a glass of something strong, his eyes gleaming with excitement and lust. "There are rules," he whispered, leaning in close. "You drink whatever is offered. And tonight, that includes what I have in store." Mila's heart pounded, but she nodded, taking a sip of her drink. The liquid burned her throat, but it also ignited a fire within her. The group moved to the living room, where a large, plush rug had been laid out. Jake led Mila to the center, his hands roaming her body. She could feel the eyes of the others on her, their gazes hungry and eager. He guided her to her knees, his fingers tangling in her hair. "You remember what to do, right?" he asked, his voice low and commanding. She nodded, her breath hitching as she looked up at him. He stepped back, unzipping his pants and freeing his already hard cock. She took him into her mouth, her tongue swirling around the sensitive tip. The room fell silent, the only sounds her wet suction and the occasional groan from Jake. One by one, the others joined in. Hands touched her, teasing her nipples, slipping between her legs. She felt a warmth spread through her as she was caressed and fondled. She moaned around Jake's cock, the sensation of multiple hands on her body heightening her arousal. Jake pulled away, his cock glistening with her saliva. He stood behind her, his hands gripping her shoulders. "Are you ready for more?" he asked. She turned to look at him, her eyes wide with a mix of fear and excitement. "Yes," she whispered. He smiled, a slow, sinister grin. "Good girl." The men formed a circle around her, their cocks hard and ready. Jake knelt behind her, his fingers brushing against her ass. She shuddered, the sensation sending sparks of pleasure through her body. "Open your mouth," Jake commanded. She did, her heart pounding in her chest. The first man stepped forward, his cock jutting out proudly. He gripped the base, stroking himself as he moved closer. She could see the precum glistening at the tip, could smell the musky scent of his arousal. He groaned as he came, his semen shooting out in thick ropes, landing on her tongue, her cheeks, her chin. She swallowed quickly, the taste bitter and salty. One by one, the men took their turns, their groans filling the room. She drank eagerly, her mouth and throat working to keep up with the onslaught. The room spun, the taste and scent of semen filling her senses. She felt a strange sense of power, of control. She was the center of attention, the focus of their desire. As the last man finished, Jake pulled her to her feet, his arms wrapping around her. "You did so well," he murmured, his lips brushing against her ear. "I'm so proud of you." She leaned into him, her body trembling with a mix of exhilaration and exhaustion. She had crossed a line, stepped into a world she never knew existed. And she wanted more.

Mila's journey had taken her to places she never imagined, but she was far from done exploring. Jake had opened her eyes to a world of pleasure and submission, and now, he had one more challenge for her. "I want you to experience the ultimate test of your newfound confidence and appetites," he said, his voice low and serious. "You're going to drink the cum of every professor in the department." Mila's eyes widened, but she felt a thrill of excitement at the thought. She had always seen her professors as distant, unapproachable figures, but the idea of bringing them to their knees, of making them lose control, was intoxicating. Jake arranged the meeting, using his connections and a healthy dose of blackmail to guarantee their attendance. The department lounge was filled with the usual hum of academic chatter, but tonight, the air was thick with tension and anticipation. Mila stood in the corner, her heart pounding as she watched the professors file in, their eyes lingering on her. She wore a short skirt and a tight blouse, her heels clicking loudly on the tiled floor. Jake took the stage, his presence commanding and dominant. "Gentlemen," he began, his voice echoing in the quiet room. "Tonight, we have a very special guest. She's here to serve you, to please you, and to prove herself worthy of your respect. Mila, come here." She stepped forward, her heels clicking sharply. She could feel the weight of their gazes, the hunger in their eyes. Jake nodded at her, a small smile playing on his lips. "This is Mila," he said, his hand resting on her shoulder. "And she's going to drink every last drop of your semen." A murmur ran through the room, a mix of shock and arousal. Mila took a deep breath, her body trembling slightly. She looked at each of the professors, her eyes locking with theirs. She saw desire, curiosity, and a hint of fear. She knew she had them hooked. She began with Professor Harris, the elderly man with a reputation for sternness. He sat in a chair, his legs spread wide. She knelt before him, her hands on his thighs. She could see the bulge in his pants, the telling sign of his arousal. She unzipped his pants, freeing his cock. It was hard, the veins pulsing with blood. She took him into her mouth, her tongue swirling around the sensitive tip. He groaned, his hands fisting in her hair. She bobbed her head, her hand working the base of his cock. She could feel his thighs tensing, his breath hitching. "Yes, just like that," he groaned, his hips thrusting up to meet her. "Fuck, your mouth is amazing." She pulled off briefly, looking up at him. "Give it to me, Professor," she said, her voice husky. He groaned, his body tensing. She took him back into her mouth, sucking hard. He came with a roar, his cock pulsing as he filled her mouth. She swallowed quickly, the taste bitter and salty. She didn't stop sucking, drawing out every last drop. She moved on to the next professor, and the next, each one more eager than the last. She drank eagerly, her mouth and throat working to keep up with the onslaught. The room spun, the taste and scent of semen filling her senses. She felt a strange sense of power, of control. She was the center of attention, the focus of their desire. She was their student, their equal, their mistress.

Round the story off with a description how she is coated with sperm after sucking them all off, and that they congratulate her and promise her more for the future.

Mila's body was slick with sweat, her clothes disheveled and sticky with a mixture of saliva and semen. Her lips were swollen, her jaw aching from the relentless sucking. She knelt in the center of the room, her breath coming in ragged gasps, her body coated in the evidence of her conquest. Professor Thompson, the youngest and most athletic of the group, was the last to finish. He had been the most enthusiastic, his hips bucking wildly as he gripped her hair tightly. His semen had been the most abundant, his climax the most intense. Mila had swallowed eagerly, her throat working to keep up with the flood. Now, as she looked up, she saw the professors standing around her, their expressions a mix of awe and admiration. Their cocks were softening, but their eyes were still hungry, still filled with desire. Mila felt a sense of triumph, of accomplishment. "Well done, Mila," Professor Harris said, his voice gruff with emotion. "You've proven yourself tonight." Mila smiled, her body trembling with exhaustion and exhilaration. She had done it. She had taken on the ultimate challenge and emerged victorious. "You've shown us all that you're more than just a student," Professor Thompson added, his voice sincere. "You're a force to be reckoned with." The other professors murmured their agreement, their voices filling the room. Mila felt a warmth spread through her, a sense of belonging, of acceptance. She had crossed a line, stepped into a world she never knew existed. And she had proven herself worthy. Jake stepped forward, a proud smile on his face. "You've done more than I ever expected, Mila," he said, his voice filled with pride. "You've shown them all what you're capable of. And I promise you, this is just the beginning." Mila looked up at him, her eyes shining with tears. She had come so far, had experienced so much. And she knew, without a doubt, that this was only the start of her journey. The future was bright, the possibilities endless. And she was ready to face whatever came her way. "This isn't over," Jake said, his voice low and commanding. "We have more adventures, more challenges ahead. And I know, without a doubt, that you're going to rise to every single one of them." The professors nodded, their expressions serious. "We'll be watching, Mila," Professor Harris said. "And we'll be here to guide you, to support you. You're one of us now." Mila stood, her body shaking with emotion. She was coated in semen, her body marked by her journey. But she was proud, she was strong. And she was ready for whatever came next. She looked around the room, her eyes meeting those of each professor. She saw respect, admiration, and a promise of more to come. And she smiled, knowing that her future was bright, that her journey was far from over.