Saria looked out the window. It was an ugly day, rain drizzled down in torrential fashion, small rivers trailing down the glass before pooling on the ledge and disappearing from sight. The rain teased her. She imagined herself lounged at home, her body dripping like the rain, her legs moist with her wetness, her bed soaking up any remainder that was carried away. Sexual fantasies were her favorite way to pass time. Stuffed tight insider her would be a long phallic toy, or perhaps a round bauble, and her insides would clench against it as it railed against her pelvis. Her body would arch with with its ecstasy and release. The toy would be crushed, soaked, expelled and cast away, a mere instrument for her satisfaction. A strawberry sliding down her throat as she played with herself, its delicious contents plummeting towards her belly to be engaged in churning bliss. Her hand enhancing its smooth texture in her esophagus by heightening her senses as it danced along her throat, or her breasts, or her clit. She was the rain, she was dripping.

Saria so disliked waiting. It would be at least 20 more minutes until her French exam ended. She glanced to the clock, past the rows of other students furiously struggling to write their frustrated thoughts. 22 minutes exactly, then she would be free. She eyed another writer, two rows away, shoulders hunched forwards, hand writing at blinding speed, then erasing, then rewriting. He was struggling, that much was clear. She toyed with the idea of him begging to clean her pussy in a woman's bathroom stall. He would be on his knees of course, her resting above him as his tongue lapped up her secretions. His red organ of salivation rubbing along her vulva, dancing up to her clit, coasting along her thighs, and delving inside her soft labia. The boy would be all too willing. She always made sure they were willing. His hand cramped and his eyes glanced to the timepiece mounted to the wall. Only 19 minutes. Rubbing his wrist, he resumed, intent on preventing the failing grade her surely deserved. He would be frustrated with his failure, craving success in any other way, needing someone to console and reassure him that he was a satisfactory being. Saria might provide that for him. It may be short-lived, she knew, but that never stopped her. A willing participant may decide to change their mind. An unlikely event, but by that point, it was inevitably too late.

Her skills in language were unparalleled among her classmates. A necessary skill, she thought, useful in so many ways. It would impress some, and it would open doors with others. Almost as important as maintaining her enticing appearance. This exam was beneath her aptitude, so she finished far earlier than them, and was left to sit by the window until papers were gathered. She tossed her brown hair around her in a fanning motion. It lay in waves that crashed down along her shoulders, covering the upper aspect of her collarbone and her tight purple pastel top. It had a design that featured a set of crossed vines, arch downwards along a deep neckline that led into an ample bosom. She fingered the ends of her hair in small absent-minded twists. Saria's palm brushed against her breast, gently stimulating her nipple without generating any additional attention. Sitting in a cross legged position, she felt her thighs glistening, cooled by the updraft of lackadaisical air under her miniskirt mingling with her secretions. Her shivers made the chair vibrate against her ass and perineum; tingling pulsations followed her gluteal nerves to reach her spine and spread upwards. She looked down at her completed paper, eyes glazed over. As she twisted, she fantasized of a toy, entering her tight rectum and renewing the electric stimulation as it was squeezed and sucked inwards. It would disappear with a final squelch, her asshole closing tightly to seal its escape. Her body would contract rhythmically, compressing the helpless passenger, coating it in a thick brown paste. It would twist inside her, as if trying to search for an exit, but only serving to enhance her pleasure. Abandoned to her whims, held within her bowels, it would wait until she was thoroughly satisfied.

A bell rang shrill. Five minutes and she could leave. She shifted her gaze towards the young soul, still scribbling, stressed brow dripping with salted brine. A drop fell to his paper as a drop sped along her thigh, descending to fall from the backside of her knee. It dotted the ground below her. He didn't seem phased, he simply continued his frantic attempt to hurdle the obstacle in front of him. Saria licked her lips and focused her stare to his image. His writing stopped abruptly, his hand laying motionless on the table. For but a moment he remained frozen. With a flip, he signed his name to the front of the paper and placed his pen aside. The bell rang once again.

Zan lay his pen down just as the bell rang a second time. He hadn't finished the test, he knew he was going to fail. Or he thought he was. He felt sure near the end there. The test was ending soon, he had checked. Without needing to glance again, the final seconds had ticked in his mind with blazing clarity. Normally he would try to sneak in a few final words, but this time had felt different. His pen was placed beside his signed examination. Had he done that? Zan didn't recall signing his name either. It was irrelevant, of course, but at least had not forgotten altogether. At least this way he 'might' pass. Face dripping with beads of sweat that lined his hair hand neck, he waited for the adjudicator to collect his miserable test. God damn he was stressed. He wanted a drink. He wanted to fuck a beautiful girl. Anything to get his mind off what had just transpired. His neck was stiff from being hunched forwards so long, so he massaged it with his left hand. Twisting slowly, his gaze cast around the room at his fellow classmates. They were waiting patiently, eyes focused forwards. All except for the brunette by the window, watching the raindrops. His eyes lingered on her just a second too long. She turned, and smiled, tongue gliding along her lips seductively. He couldn't turn away.

His paper was snatched away with a sudden jerk that snapped him back to clarity. Zan turned back to his desk top and rolled his pen through his fingers. The distraction was bliss. It was over and his mind began to relax. He really shouldn't worry, he figured, it would turn out fine as always. His grades had never been impressive, but he was still scraping by. Zan almost laughed to himself. If he did make it through the semester, he would graduate like everyone else, with the same degree as everyone else. Nobody would know the difference. A cold breeze hit his neck and he twinged. With a shiver that he couldn't resist, he felt his cock stiffen. Slightly, but enough that he could feel it pressed to his pant leg. A small bulge formed with a weak throb. Whatever, he could sit tight and let it pass, nobody would care. A small hand tapped his shoulder.

'Hi! My name is Saria. That test was really hard, huh? Listen, I was hoping to go grab a drink... did you want to come maybe?' It was the girl from the window. She was standing next to his shoulder, full perky breasts met him at eye level. They looked larger than life in her pink shirt. But this was just the opportunity he was hoping for. She leaned forward, eyes looking him up and down.

'Oh!' she changed her tone to a whisper, 'I see you are a bit excited. I didn't mean to startle to you, or the little guy in your trousers.' The girl then turned herself sideways and shifted down onto his lap. His erection grew even stiffer, pressing up into her buttock. What the hell was she doing! Zan tried to fight the flow of blood filling his cock and forcing it upwards with each pulse. She nestled herself with a twist. He couldn't stop his erection from throbbing under her. She smiled wide.

'You're Zan right?' she chimed, pretending not to notice his member, prodding and pulsing underneath. 'I think skipping drinks might be even more fun. Why don't you come back to my dorm room instead? I would love to burn off a little steam.' She loved being this forward. Saria didn't even have to focus her intent on him, he simply nodded between heavy breaths. She loved it when they tried to fight their urges, but there was no need to twist his arm. His desire to follow her home was entirely genuine. And so they walked out, him trailing behind her, holding his bag close to his hip as a semblance of cover. His cock occasionally brushed against her ass as they left, so her imagination responded in kind. She pictured him licking her asshole, tongue cleaning its exterior in gentle strokes that left behind a smear of saliva. He would want to force his erect cock inside her sculpted bottom, but she had a better idea. He would agree to exploring her cave much deeper, firsthand. They exited the glass doors among a throng of rushed school-goers. Saria felt herself moistening once more.

She led him across the campus, past the various buildings that housed any number of studying patrons or exam-takers. Her dorm was particularly far, and they arrived within ten minutes at a steady pace. He must have thought her a horny nymphomaniac. He followed wordlessly until she finally unlocked her door and ushered him in. Saria turned to face him and gripped his long plaid shirt with both fists. Planting him to the door with a firm push, she brought her face in close and locked her lips against his. He smelled fantastic, but seemed almost paralyzed by her forwardness. She concentrated on the kiss, and darted her tongue into his shut lips. His tense muscles relaxed, and he opened himself to her. She moaned with ferocity, hands deftly slipping to the center of his shirt. They pried the buttons apart one-by-one, until his chest was fully exposed between the two flaps of fabric. Saria pressed back, slipping it from his shoulders and onto the ground. His hands followed suit, pulling up her top and prying it over her head, cast onto a chair a few feet away. He began to rub her shoulders, hand slipping down her spine, and quickly undid her bra. It plummeted to her feet, exposing the firm mounds that lay beneath. It was time for her companion to pleasure his mistress.

'I want you to lick my pussy clean.' she stated, matter of factly. Zan didn't particularly enjoy eating out women. He preferred for her to suck his cock like a good slut. He instead motioned her downwards, pressing on her hips to try to have her kneel. He loved forcing himself into a woman, her lips rubbing along the length of his cock, his head diving into her throat, his cum filling her. She didn't budge. He began to motion harder, but stopped. It didn't seem right to force the girl. If she wanted him to lick her pussy first, he might as well play along and please her. He leaned forward to her nipples and teased them between his lips. Her breasts were large, luxurious, and soft. Her nipples the perfect extension, slowly hardening as he toyed them between his teeth playfully. Then with his tongue, he trailed down her abdomen, past her navel, and to her pubis. She moaned again. It came so naturally, teasing this woman with his mouth, sucking gently on her skin, tongue dragging slowly towards her vulva. Zan took down her panties with his teeth, finally dropping himself to the floor. He knelt in front of her standing form and forced himself between her legs. She grabbed his hair tight, and smeared his face against her watering sex. He inhaled deep and began to lick her dripping vulva in long strokes, cleaning her thighs, her perineum, her pussy. He swallowed her scented juices gladly, pressing his tongue into the walls of her vagina to lap up any vestige of her secretions. Dipping in with forceful thrusts, he felt her press his head in, guiding him inwards as she bobbed herself onto his face. His tongue was embraced deeply by her soft interior, enjoying his company thoroughly. He felt a twinge in his neck as he pressed in hard, and something felt amiss. He just couldn't place it.

Saria arched her back, allowing his tongue to glean every droplet from her aroused pussy. He was doing well, he just needed a little guidance. What a good boy he was though, licking her vulva and her clit like he was told. She could feel his internal struggle at the decision to clean her as instructed. Saria decided to make that choice for him. He would get used to her persuasiveness soon, but in the meantime, it was entertaining to watch his indecision.

'That feels wonderful,' she cooed, 'but I think it best that we try to play with some toys next.' She urged him to stand with a tug on his shoulder. She took his wrist in her grip and marched towards the bedroom. Flicking on the lights, she illuminated her kinky repertoire lined on a shelf next to her bed. Butt plugs, anal beads, dildos, bonds, handcuffs, scarves and ropes, switches and gags, even costumes. She had whatever she liked. It was easy to convince a man to buy her gifts for use in the boudoir, her knack for persuasion made such endeavors a cake-walk.

'Why don't you lie down?' she offered, 'I'll pick out something fun for you to please me with.' He rested himself on the opposite side of her nightstand, and waited patiently. Saria swore he was doing so willingly, even after using her ability to force him between her legs earlier. Maybe he still didn't realize what she was doing. She chuckled at the thought, or maybe he was just that desperate. Either way was fine with her. She felt the tingling sensation in her ass as she selected a clear set of anal beads and a pink dildo from the shelf. Placing them on her bed, she delved into her thoughts once more. Her ass nicely opened by his playing with the beads, moist and slick with lubrication, he would slip in headfirst. His face would disappear, then his torso, his legs, his toes. Her finger would press him in deep, and with a pop, pull out of her rectum and allow her asshole to close tight. And then he would struggle. Her grin twisted from seductive to predatory, and she lay herself next to him and the toys.

Zan tried to focus. It was harder than he thought. Maybe he really was that stressed, or maybe he just needed to sleep. He barely remembered coming up to this girl's dorm room, and now he was lying on her plush bed. Next to him lay an 8-inch pink dildo, and a purple tinged transparent set of beads on a long string. Who was this girl? He inhaled deep, trying to clear his head. He smelled of her vagina, pungent with a dabbling of sweetness. Why was that? She hadn't even touched him, his cock was rock hard but completely unsatisfied. He just wanted to fuck her brains out. He wanted to squeeze those massive tits, and slide his desperate cock deep inside of that tight pussy. He would hold down her arms and thrust himself in and out, pinning her to the bed. He wanted to cum inside her, and then he would leave her to clean up the mess. Maybe head home after and nap, or have a beer and watch TV. It was all so simple, this slut clearly wanted him, and he was happy to provide that service.

As she lay herself down comfortably, and tried to hand him the large pink dildo, Zan rolled himself up on top of her. Grasping either wrist, he pressed her arms down against the sheets. She struggled momentarily, but instead of crying out, her eyes seemed to fade out. As if she was looking past him. He didn't care, and slipped himself down along her length, his legs between hers, spread wide on the bed. He recoiled his right hand and brought it down towards his cock. But his hand moved towards her vagina instead, and began to rub the long phallic toy against it. He worked it against her diligently, along the length of her vulva, across her labia and even her clit. It was slowly coated in her juices, and Zan pressed it in. Why couldn't he feel his cock inside her? He continued to thrust the toy inside her pussy. She gasped and moaned, her breaths exasperated further with each insertion. He could feel himself plunging it into her depths, and was fulfilled that he was pleasing her gorgeous body. His cock wasn't relevant, pleasing the stunning woman in front of him was all that mattered. She was perfect, and he wanted nothing more than to indulge her every whim. He twisted the toy in a screwing motion, penetrating her tight walls completely, reaching her full capacity.

The orgasm was incredible. Saria felt that last insertion reverberate through her pelvis and the ensuing contraction was magical. She couldn't stop the rampaging energy that spasmed inside her womanly form. Her breasts felt engorged, labia aflame with delight, her back arching until she lifted off the mattress. It crashed through her unabated, and she cried out her ecstasy. She loved that he had tried to take her himself. Denying his lustful act was simply scintillating. She loved imagining his mental struggles. He was her plaything, and was going to do whatever she wanted. And she wanted him to fuck her ass with those beads, and then enter her entirely. Once he had stretched her tight pink rim with those large globes, he was going to feed himself to that dark hole. Her sphincter would swallow him entirely, and close up tight. And when she relinquished her control, he would find himself immersed behind her asshole, squeezed tight by the walls, covered in her excrement. He would struggle while she played with herself. Eventually he would tire, or be smothered, or be crushed by her concentric muscles. Her orgasmic flow layered itself along her perineum, dipping between her cheeks, and coated her asshole in lubricating warmth, driven by her derisive desires. Saria rolled onto her hands and knees.

'I'd like you to take those beads, and play with my ass.' she teased. Saria knew he would be recovering from her previous persuasions, and probably try to resist once more. His hands reached towards the length of stringed pearls and stopped halfway. He glanced at her with a puzzled look, having absentmindedly plucked the beads up while he gawked. She wiggled her ass temptingly in front of him. He was knelt behind her, cock still erect, hand grasped around the beads, and tried to move himself back off the bed. She turned her face over her shoulder as she felt him shifting away. Saria giggled.

'Why don't you be a good boy and do as I say? I intend to let you play with my ass, and most guys would kill to try. In fact, I'll even let you feed it afterwards. How does that sound?'

Her effect had broken entirely by this point. He looked absolutely petrified. Shame, he didn't want to be engulfed by her cute pink asshole. Not that it was his choice. She could press him inside herself, but much preferred her prey to willingly slide their bodies in. Willingly, she mused, with just a touch of persuasion. She bent him to her will once more.

Zan couldn't believe his eyes. He was standing in front of the vixen, her ample buttocks spread wide, asshole on display. He looked at the soft wrinkled hole for but a moment. She wanted him to feed himself in there? He struggled against the thought. Why would he do that? He needed to leave right now before she, before she... did whatever she was doing. He looked to the wooden door to his left and turned sharply. Zan shot his hand out from his waist, palm gripping the doorknob. His brain urged his muscles to twist, but the signal simply faded. He felt foolish and impulsive. He should stay for a second and ask her what she meant by all that. In fact, as he played it over in his head, it didn't sound so bad. He glanced back to her on the bed, hand slowly relinquishing its grip. Still facing forwards, with her ass raised above her, she was waiting patiently on the bed for his response. He felt rude not giving her a simple answer. He could just play with her ass with the beads, and decide for himself afterwards. There was no reason to rush away from such a gorgeous woman, whom had been so kind to invite him over. Her perfect asshole demanded to be pleasured, and he wanted to oblige. Zan took the beads and brought the dangling rope of clear spheres close. Planting the first against the rim of her anus, glazed in her own juices, he used his fingers to press on the balls smooth surface. With a gentle suck, and a subtle pop, it faded from view as her asshole closed shut on the next length of string. He smiled as she moaned. He knew he was doing a good job for this wonderful woman, helping to satisfy her divine body. He pushed the second bulb inside of her rectum, then leant in and bit her cheek hard. She responded with a gasp, and so he teased another globe inside her rectum, biting the other cheek with zeal. Only two balls remained, and with each passing one, he watched her asshole remain dilated just a touch further. It looked so cute and warm, sucking up each ball in turn. He pushed in another, and felt her asshole against his fingertips, smearing them gently with her own mixture of lubrication. He leaned in further, bringing his lips between her cheeks. Taking the bead between his lips, he sucked on it playfully. Diving ever closer, Zan pushed his mouth again her swollen hole, and sealed his lips to her ass. With the gentle pressure of his tongue, the ball slid into her beautifully, consumed like all the others by her tight anus.

Zan watched the conntractions her abdominal muscles. One at a time, the little globes were squeezed out of her asshole and dropped to the bed. Her asshole remained open, allowing each bead to pass without restriction, until finally the last one joined its companions. They were coated in a hazy glaze of her vaginal and anal lubrications. Looking towards it, he briefly considered the depth that lay beneath her sculpted cheeks. He wanted to fulfill her desire of consuming him anally. Leaning in forwards, he brought his face in close to that pink stretched orifice. As the rim encircled his nose and mouth, he straightened himself out and pushed with his legs. Slowly, he felt the rim expand over his face, and his head, sealing tightly around his neck. It choked him, the constricting muscles squeezing his trachea prevented his next inhalation. He drew in harder, and was met with the pungent scent of her ass, the scent of all her previous waste that had passed through this tight, moist passage. Legs lifting up off the bed, Zan felt the passage tilt downwards; she leant forwards allowing gravity to help swallow him. His body size was slowly diminishing to fit the tight walls, and he began sliding forwards. Finally, his shoulders shifted with a sudden squelching sound, and the rim closed around his hips. Zan felt her soft fingertip press again his feet, ushering his final passage, just a morsel for her anus to consume. With a quick motion, it guided his legs inwards, sliding him through sludgy staining mucous into the depths of her bowel. It was dark and moist, sticky and foul, and the walls closed in tight around him. They surrounded him in their plump fleshy folds, compressing him as it coated him in layers of her anal contents. The fingertip retreated, and with a final sticky pop, was gone.

Saria slid her finger out, allowing her asshole to relax completely. Her little treat lay inside, slowly being smothered within her bowel. He wouldn't last too long, so she released her will. Moments later, she was met with a satisfying vibration as he squirmed in terror, thrashing amongst the walls of her ass. It was for naught of course, he would continue to be layered and suffocated by her rectum, but at least she would be able to play with her throbbing clitoris while he was polished off. Saria moved her fingertips onto the delicate pink bulb and traced out small circles. With firm pressure, she felt herself climbing slowly to another tantalizing orgasm. She knew he would be crushed by her writhing pelvic muscles, and the thought only fueled her passion. He tried desperately to escape, but inevitably, he would serve as just another part of her subsequent bowel movement. He was a little living toy, deep inside her anus, swallowed by her asshole. His panicked thoughts rushed into her mind, and pushed her over the precipice. She came.

The End