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Part V: Elements of Sex 101

The next morning, Daphne arrived at the office on time. She had an email from Patty last night, suggesting she dress slutty to meet the team, so she thought “schoolgirl!”. She had on a too-tight, short-sleeved white top, and tied the bottom half in a knot to expose her tummy. She put a school tie around her collar and knotted it loosely. She had a plaid, pleated mini skirt on, and white cotton panties. She wore bobby sox and saddle shoes to complete the look. Her hair was in pigtails. Before leaving her place, she did rub her pussy to get it wet, and massaged her juices into her breasts.

When she got to the office, all twenty desks were occupied. She decided to make an entrance: she skipped gaily toward her desk. All eyes were on her. There were nods and smiles. Somebody whistled, and she stopped, turned around, and waggled her finger at an imaginary lech. That got smiles all around and a few laughs.

The team was a pretty varied group, about two-thirds male, as far as she could tell. The oldest were a couple of men in their late fifties, in relatively good shape with greying hair, and a woman about the same age or older who looked like a sexy grandmother in a sun dress. There was a selection of younger guys, mostly in good shape and dressed professionally in button-down shirts and slacks: preppy looking bunch. A group of three women stopped chatting and smiled at her, waving hello and nodded at each other. They were a little older than her and had various looks from strait-laced secretary to sales professional. There was even a pair of identical Japanese twin girls, petite and perky, dressed in labcoats.

Daphne put down her bag at her desk. Before she opened Tom’s office door, she turned around briefly. Nigel gave her a nodding thumbs-up and Anna was grinning and giving her a big OK sign. Patty was in the rear off to the side, and she gave Daphne a grin and nodded her head, widening her eyes. Bruce just stared, his mouth agape. Everyone else was staring at her too, and a couple of the guys were playing with their crotches.

For a second, Daphne felt a little daunted. How was she going to satisfy all these people? Then she remembered yesterday and her confidence returned. She could take it. Besides, Tom wouldn’t let everyone have at her at once, would he?

She knocked on his office door and entered. Tom was in a blue polo shirt and khakis. The monitor was turned off. He smiled and rose.

“Well look at you — you look terrific! Great choice, Daphne. Give us a spin.”

She spun in a circle, allowing her skirt to float up and show her panties. She was starting to get excited. This was going to be fun.

“What did you think of the team? They’ve been really looking forward to meeting you.”

“To be honest, it looked like a more people than I remembered from my interview. What so do you want me to do?”

“I’ll introduce you and restate the ground rules. You just be you. Any other questions?”

She hesitated. “Well, will I have to, you know, do everyone all at once? Or play with everyone today?”

He shook his head. ‘Nope, not unless you instigate it. I will keep the pacing staggered so you’re not overtaxed. It’s important you are comfortable and have fun.”

“You bet, boss. Let’s go wow ’em!”

“Absolutely! After you…” he went to the to the door and opened it. She skipped through and he gave her ass a little pat as she went by. She skipped out and sat on the front of her desk, her legs dangling as she idly kicked them to and fro. Tom followed her out and nodded approval — he was quite happy with the way she was handling this. He stood in front of her desk and clapped his hands,

“Attention! Attention, everybody! Can I ask you all to assemble over here? We have a new team mate to welcome.” The group formed up in a loose ring around the desk.

“Everybody, this is Daphne. Daphne, this is, well, everybody!” he gestured.

She gave them her most winning smile and a full arm wave, saying “Hi everyone! I’m Daphne and I am so happy to be here! I can’t wait to meet each of you and look forward to working with you.”

Tom took back over.

“As you all know, we are trying to bring more focus to our work. This is an incredibly distracting field: there are temptations galore, and our mission to provide the best client experience makes it hard to stay on task. That’s why we’ve asked Daphne to join us. I’d like you to meet our new Operational Focus Buddy!”

He presented Daphne and she popped off the desk to give a quick curtsey. They gave her a round of welcoming applause and she Turned around, bent over and flipped up her skirt, threw the crowd a kiss and hopped back up on the desk, legs swinging. She reached into her bag a brought out a large all-day sucker. She started licking it. Several of the guys straightened up and she heard a muffled gasp. Somebody mumbled “Office Fuck Bunny”, and there was a rumble of suppressed laughter. She just smiled, winked, undid an extra button on her blouse, escort bursa and licked her sucker.

Tom was delighted. This was better than he could have hoped.

“Yes, yes, she is the OFB.” Tom said, indulging them. “The OFB’s job is to help manage excess stress and tension. Stress because there is a lot demanded of us and this is a tough business. Tension because it’s the sex business, and you need to release that excess tension. When things get to be too much, rather than distract your coworkers from their workload, come to me and Daphne. Daphne is happy to help you come back to earth.”

He went on. “Now I want to review the ground rules with you all. Rule number one: No one except myself and Patty can touch Daphne without my express permission and her consent. To get that, you have to tell me exactly what it is you want to do to Daphne, and what you want her to do to you. She has the right of refusal. Patty and I also have the option to watch or even participate as the whim takes us. We are happy to hear all requests, but they need to be delivered in person to me, and your session has to take place immediately on approval. One other thing, we’ve asked Daphne not to clean herself up over the course of the day. We’ve done this both to help gauge how much ‘attention’ she’s getting, and also to simply save her time. She agrees — it doesn’t make sense for her to have to clean-up every time. Any questions?”

One of the younger guys with a man bun held up his hand. “Just wondering, Tom, if we can all be sure this is going to work out this time?”

“Good question, Alex. Yesterday Daphne reported in here while you were all doing tech training, and we spent some time together. Between myself, Bruce, Anna, and Patty, Daphne proved her intelligence, willingness, enthusiasm, and we were impressed with her skills.” He nodded at her and she shrugged at the crowd, grinning and swinging her feet. She felt excited and energized, and wondered who would be first to put in a request.

“Alright, people, if there are no other questions, let’s get back to work!” The crowd broke up.

Daphne took her seat at her desk, still in character. She decided not to review any of the HD material in screen at first. It just got her too heated!

After about 20 minutes, one of the older gents came up to her desk. He looked in his sixties, was balding, and had a slight paunch. He wore a sportscoat with elbow patches. His soft brown eyes looked at her shyly.

“Hi Daphne, I’m Arnold. Everyone around here calls me Arn. It’s nice to meet you.”

Daphne stood up and help out her hand in greeting. “Great to meet you, Arn! How can I help?”

‘I’d like to speak with Tom if that’s all right?”

“Absolutely! Let me check to see if he’s free.”

She knocked and opened the office door. Tom looked up. “Arnold would Iike a word if you have moment?”

Tom nodded and Daphne ushered Arnold in, leaving and shutting the door. Tom pinged her a few minutes later and she went back in.

Arn was on the sofa and Tom was behind his desk. Tom said “Hi Daphne. Arn has a request. I think it’s fine but it’s up to you. Go ahead Arn.”

Arn cleared his throat, his face was red and he was very nervous. His hands were tightly clasped.

“Daphne, I mean no disrespect and I don’t want to come off as a dirty old man, but that outfit you are wearing is just getting to be too much for me. I’d like to… I mean, I was thinking…” He was flustered and embarrassed.

She smiled and came towards the couch, locking eyes with him. She sidled over and sat on the arm of the sofa next to him, one leg on either side. She made sure he had a glimpse of her panties. She leaned over and gently, affectionately stroked his head.

“Don’t worry, Arn, it’s OK. You have every right to your fantasies. I just want to help you make them real, even if only for a couple of minutes. I won’t be scared or grossed out, I promise. Just tell me what you want.” With that she ground her pussy into the arm of the sofa and said “Mmmmmmmm.” Tom let out a deep breath while shaking his head, and Arn paled. He started again.

“Well, back in the day, I used to be a teacher and that’s what got me thinking. I think I should be your sex education teacher, and you’re here for, you know, a private lesson.”

“Mmmmm-hmmm, go on,” she said, grinding her pelvis into the sofa again.

“Well. I don’t have too detailed a script or anything. I was just thinking we could start with anatomy and then talk about, you know, how things work.”

“Mmmmm. I think I see. *grinning* Is this like extra credit?”

“Yes, you’ve got it! Is that OK?” He looked worriedly over at Tom and Tom looked at Daphne. ‘”Is that Ok with you, Daphne?”

She smiled and reached out to Arn embracing his head to her chest. She could smell her musk and knew he could too. “That sounds like a lot of fun, Arn! This is a great idea and I think I can make you very happy.” She wiggled her breasts against his head and bursa otele gelen escort giggled. He was amazed.

Tom said, “All right then. I can’t observe right now but I don’t think I need to. There’s an empty office two doors down you can use — that’s probably best. OK you two, have fun!”

Daphne bounced to her feet and turned towards Arn, bending over to show her cleavage. She took his hands. “Come on, Arn, let’s go play!” She helped him off the sofa and they left Tom’s office, her leading him by the hand. He couldn’t take his eyes off her.

A few people looked up but most were preoccupied with work. The got to the door of the extra office, opened it, and looked in. It was a standard office with a filing cabinet, desk, and a small sofa and coffee table. There was a white board on the wall and several markers.

Daphne said, “You go in first and get comfortable. We’ll pretend this is your office, and I’ll come by after hours because I have some questions. We can take things from there and I will follow your lead. Does that sound good?”

He nodded enthusiastically and went in, closing the door.

Daphne took a couple of deep breaths. This one was a little different. While his shyness was kinda cute, she needed him to drop all his boundaries, to really let go. She thought she knew how to do it. She opened the door and went in, shutting it behind her and leaning against it.

“Hi Dr. Arn. It’s me, Daphne. From second period biology?”

Arn was behind the desk and he got up. He’d taken off his jacket and was wearing a short-sleeved button down shirt. “Of course, Daphne. You usually sit in the front row — it’s hard to forget you. You’ve been doing well in class. How can I help?”

“Well, I had some questions. A lot of the girls are talking about sex in the dorm. Sex with boys. They’re using words I don’t know like ‘orgasm’. And ‘ejaculate’. I just don’t know what everyone is talking about, and it sounds like so much fun. So, I thought I’d ask for some special tutoring if that’s OK?” 
She eyed him shyly, still leaning against the door and rocking slightly side-to-side. Her nipples strained against her shirt and the rocking stimulated them even more. She was having fun already!

He watched her chest and cleared his throat. “Well of course you’re curious, I’m happy to help. Have a seat.” He gestured to the sofa and she went over and sat down demurely. “What is it you want to know?”

“I don’t know exactly. I know I have these parts…”, she squeezed her breasts, and then opened her legs and looked down while lifting her skirt to show her clean white panties. She looked up at him. “…but no one has told me much about them or how they work, and now that I’m eighteen I think I need to know. And like I said there’s all this talk about sex and kissing and rubbing… And I’m getting these feelings, especially down there between my legs, and I don’t know what do to do…”

Arn was getting into the swing of things and talking to his part of the wise old sage. He patted her arm and said “Of course I can help you. A little knowledge will make all the difference for you.”

He got up and went to the white board, picking up a marker. “Are you experiencing any of those feelings now by any chance?”

“Well, yeah, actually now you mention it. I feel kind of excited I guess, and my – is it called a vagina? My vagina feels tingly. This is it, right?” She spread her legs and pointed to her vagina which was truly starting to twitch. Her white cotton panties were still pristine so far, but she didn’t think that would last long.

“Yes indeed, very good. Let me draw you a diagram of a vagina”. As he sketched it out, he continued. “This is your principal sexual organ, and it’s also a source of great pleasure. You will find that rubbing it feels good, and gets you excited. When you’re excited, your vagina will secrete natural fluid to help lubricate penetration.”

“Ohhh, is that pussy juice? One of the girls was talking…”

“Yes that’s a name for it. The vagina is sometimes referred to as a pussy, and also a cunt, snatch, beaver, and a variety of other terms.’

“I like cunt,” said Daphne. “Cunt, cunt, cunt.” Her juices were flowing now, and a spot appeared between her legs on her panties. Arn saw it immediately and licked his lips. She looked down at it and gasped. Then she reached down to touch it. “Ooh, yes.” She said and rubbed her self, further spreading her juices.

“That feels really good! Oooooh, I love it… mmmmm…. What’s happening to me?”

His mouth was a little open and his breathing was deeper. He took his eyes off her wet panties and pointed at the diagram.

“You’re stimulating your pleasure centers. It’s called masturbation. Right now you’re massaging your labia, your cunt lips. This nubbin here at the top is called the clitoris and it is very sensitive indeed.”

He turned back towards the sofa. Daphne had her shoes braced on the coffee bursa merkez escort table and her hand was still rubbing between her legs. Her eyes showed her building lust. He sighed and a bead of sweat appeared on his balding forehead.

She looked him in the eye. “I have one of those? A clitoris? Can you show me?” She pulled aside her now very wet panties. She sat back down and spread her legs. “Please show me…”

He got down on his knees and crawled over to her. He was in a daze as he neared her hot, wet, and aromatic pussy. He licked his lips and reached out his hand with his finger extended.

“That’s it right there, at the top of your cunt. It has a protective sheaf. Yours is slightly larger than average.”

“Touch it.” She pulled her panties farther aside and pushed her hips towards him. He could smell her arousal, and her whole pussy was glistening.

He reached forward and gently touched her clit. She groaned, “Aaaaaah! It feels so good!” She reached forward grabbing his hand and rubbing herself with it.

“I can’t stop! Don’t stop! I can’t… I can’t…” Suddenly her eyes closed, head rolled back and her hips thrust forward onto his fingers. Three of them went into her cunt and she cried out again. She was fucking herself with his hand, her panties pushed to one side. His head was spinning and he leaned in towards her pussy.

She started thrusting her hips onto his hand. Her juices were everywhere. She was keening with passion. As she came, he could feel her cunt contracting around his fingers. He whimpered and hid jaw hung slack.

Daphne relaxed, still breathing deeply. She let go of his hand. He pulled his fingers from her pussy, dripping her juices. He stood up and staggered back, leaning against the desk, looking at his wet and glistening fingers with wonder. He had not imagined anything like this. He looked back at Daphne.

She was still lying back, smiling at him with half-closed eyes. “What happened, Doctor? I feel amazing. I thought I was going to die maybe. Am I okay?”

“Oh yes, yes, Daphne, you’re fine. That was an orgasm.”

“Ooooh! Now I get it! I want to do that all the time now! Orgasm. Mmmmmm.” Her eyes closed and she rubbed her dripping pussy.

A moment later they opened and she sat up. “Wait, do boys, I mean men have orgasms too?”

“Indeed, they do, Daphne. When a man gets excited and stimulated, his penis gets hard. With enough stimulation, he will have an orgasm and ejaculate semen. That’s the fluid that carries his sperm. We covered that part of reproduction last week, do you remember.”

She nodded understanding. “I get it now. I couldn’t figure out how the sperm thing worked but now it makes sense.” She paused. “Can I see your penis? I’ve never seen one. Can I make you spermulate?”

“That’s ejaculate, actually. I’m not sure that would be appropriate,” His eyes told another story completely, and she could see he was already hardening.

She got up off the sofa and came towards him. There was a wet spot where she had been sitting. “Oh please, sir? Please? I don’t want to stop, I want to know everything.” She was directly in front of him and looked down. She reached out and cupped his cock through his trousers. “Everything.” She said, looking him in the eye.

He was trembling and breathing shallowly, his eyes glazed with lust. He nodded wordlessly. She smiled and got to her knees if front of him. She unbuckled and unbuttoned his trousers carefully, almost reverently. She gently pulled them down. Next she stroked the front of his briefs. She felt his cock twitch and she smiled up at him and pulled them down.

His cock was average size, topped with a patch of grey hair. He was uncircumcised. She reached up and gave it a simple petting stroke, looking up at him for approval.

“It looks like the ones on the statues from Art History. How do I stimulate it? What would make it bigger?”, she asked.

“Play with it,” he said throatily. This was beyond his wildest hopes. He was not sure how much more he could take. “Gently knead and stroke it,”

She started playing with it, smiling and giggling. It started to engorge. “Oh look, it’s getting bigger, a LOT bigger! Ooh look! And it’s getting hard, too! Does this feel good?” She was gently wanking him and he was in ecstasy. A sexy student play with his dick was a long-time fantasy for him, and her seeming naive only made o it all better. And she wasn’t just sexy, she was everything from his adolescent wet dreams and more.

“I want to lick it”, she said, and reached forward with her tongue.

Suddenly he came. He uttered a strangled cry and his hips thrust forward. A jet of his semen shot out and landed square on her school tie. Another smaller one dribbled out onto her hand.

“Yay! I did it! I made you orgasm! That was fun. Is this semen?” She held out her hand, laced with his cum. She gave it a sniff and licked at it. “Mmmmm! I love it! It’s so salty and yummy!” she paused and pouted a little. “Too bad there’s not more.” She looked up at him. Arn was in another world. He looked down at her face. She was looking up inquisitively, her pigtails framing her face looking up at him, her hand in front of her face with a dribble of huis cum on it, her soiled tie… Was this really happening to him? He closed his eyes. “Arn, are you all right? Did you enjoy that?”

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