SEX ACADEMY: THE DEANS TITHE
Sienna
The Great Dining Hall was a sea of skin. Hundreds of naked bodies moved under the glow of floating candles.
The smell of roasted meat mixed with the heavy, sweet scent of wine and sex. There were no chairs at the long oak tables. I felt small and exposed as Dan led me toward the front of the room. Every eye was on the new girl.
At the head of the room, a man sat on a raised platform, his name written on the table.
Dean William.
He looked down at me with those same cold, stone–like eyes. Then he raised a hand, and the room went silent.
“Tonight,” the Dean’s voice boomed, “our dinner comes with a special presentation. Sienna Delore. Step forward.”
My legs felt like jelly. I walked to the center table, the rough wood cold against my bare thighs. 1
“Lie down,” the Dean commanded. “You are the center cut of tonight’s feast.”
I climbed onto the table. I lay on my back, my hair spreading out over the dark wood. Immediately, servants began to place things on my skin. Cold, wet grapes were piled onto my stomach. Slices of warm, juicy meat were placed on my thighs. They poured a stream of thick, golden honey down my chest, letting it pool in my bellybutton.
Finally, a bottle of red wine was poured over my breasts, everything emptied on me, the cold liquid making my nipples ache and harden.
“This table in front of us has to be cleaned. Two volunteers!” he roared.
Two girls stepped forward instantly. They leaned over me, their long hair brushing against my skin. One started at my ankles, her tongue flicking out to lick the wine trailing down my legs. The other girl started at my neck.
“Mmm… you taste so sweet, freshman,” the girl at my neck whispered. 1
She began to lick the honey off my collarbone. Her tongue was warm and somehow rough. She moved slowly, savoring every drop. I felt my skin prickle.
Her hands moved to my breasts, squeezing them as she licked the wine from my skin.
“…nnnnggh…” I moaned, my head tossing slowly on the table. The sensation of their tongues moving in sync was overwhelming.
The girl at my legs moved higher. She found the honey dripping toward my pussy. She didn’t hesitate.
She buried her face between my thighs, her tongue lapping at the sweet, sticky mess.
“AHHH! OHHH GOD! Mmm–hmmm!” I shrieked.
The sound echoed off the high ceiling. The whole room was watching, some students cheering as they ate from the other end of the table. I felt the pleasure building for the eighth time today. The girl’s tongue
was relentless, swirling around my clit while the other girl sucked on my nipples. 1
Although it was not as electrifying as Jade’s tongue, but…
“Ohhh… ohhh… fuck… ohhh… yesss… ahhhh… ohhh… she was–she was good… ooohh…”
In a few minutes, I felt it coming again–another orgasm.
My back arched, and I let out a long “ohhhhhhhhhh…” as I hit my eighth climax. The ring on my finger pulsed a bright, angry 8.
“Move,” a deep, booming voice barked.
Instantly, the girls scrambled away. A massive man stepped forward. I didn’t know who he was, but I knew he must be a professor.
His body was covered in thick hair and old scars. He looked at me like I was a piece of meat he was about to devour. He didn’t care about the honey or the wine. He shoved the fruit aside, his large hands
grabbing my knees and forcing them apart.
“This is the Professor’s Tithe, Sienna,” he grunted.
Across the room, Dan’s pace became frantic. He was lifting Jade off her feet, his eyes never leaving
mine. It was like we were having our own private session in the middle of a riot.
“Yesss! Right there! Give it to me! Ahhh–ahhh–ahhh–ahhh!”
I screamed as the Professor let out a roar, his body shaking as he emptied himself into me. At the exact same moment, I saw Dan’s back arch, his head snapping back as he finished inside Jade.
I hit my ninth peak, my legs locking around the Professor’s waist. 9th done.
The Professor pulled out and walked away without a word, leaving me a messy, gasping wreck on the table. I lay there, covered in wine, honey, and fluids.
I was exhausted.
The room was now full of sex and food. Nobody minded anyone; everyone was on everyone.
I looked back at the pillar. Dan was standing there, ignoring Jade as she slumped against the stone.
He caught my eye and gave a tiny, sharp nod toward the side exit.
He turned and started to walk away, disappearing into the dark corridor.
I knew that signal. He wanted me to follow him.
My heart, which had been racing from the sex, was now racing for a different reason.
I rolled off the table, my feet slipping on the spilled wine and mess on the floor.
I didn’t care about the almost–fall. At that point, I just wanted to reach him. I wanted to follow the man
who was supposed to be a stranger–but was actually the only person in this new world who knew my soul.

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