Writing Retreat Pt. 02: Grant's Office

Part 2 of the Writing Retreat series - read Part 1, Forbidden Tryst, for context! :)

Aura woke up on time for breakfast the next morning, feeling refreshed and relaxed, the after-effects of the powerful orgasms she'd had the night before still doing their calming, serotonin-releasing thing. After a shower and a quick morning meditation session, Aura sent Portia a text to ask if she was ready to head out for breakfast. This had become their routine over the past couple days - the two of them would meet in the hall, then knock on Julie's door, and if she was up and dressed she would join them.

Portia's reply was different today: I'm ready, but come to my room for a sec?

Curious, Aura stepped into the hall and slowly opened Portia's door. "It's Aura," she called. "What's up?"

"Hey, girl." Portia hopped down off of the edge of her bed and joined Aura at the door, shutting it behind her. She pulled Aura by the wrist back to her bed, where they both sat down. "I have a question for you." She was smiling, a hint of playfulness on her lips and in her eyes.

Aura recognized the look immediately - the look adopted by girlfriends when it was time to talk about sex, relationships, boys, to put it in its most juvenile terms. She felt herself tense up slightly, some of the orgasm-induced relaxation fading. Had she heard them last night?

"So, you and that cute guy from the dining hall... is there something there?"

Aura paused, thinking about how to respond. How much did she know? And how much should she tell her? This was a friend, right? She would tell her friends back home about dates she went on - if her night with Adrien could count as a date - but still, she didn't know Portia super well yet, and it might not be wise to share so early that she'd done something so clearly against the retreat's rules.

Luckily, Portia continued then - "Ok, last night I was looking out my window before bed and I saw the two of you walking up to our building, and I thought he had his arm around you. I don't mean to be nosy, but... well, I guess I am being nosy. But you guys looked cute together! I'm happy for you, if you're having a little retreat romance. You definitely looked like you had a vibe when you were talking at lunch yesterday."

Aura smiled, relieved. Portia had been party to only the most innocent of Aura and Adrien's activities, it seemed. And it would be nice to talk to a friend about what was happening between the two of them, even if she thought it best to leave out some of the more intimate details for now. "No, you're totally right. We met up last night and talked. It was nice."

"And?" Portia grinned, waiting expectantly for more details.

"And... we kissed." They did kiss - it wasn't a lie, and when Aura got to know Portia a bit better, maybe she'd tell her the full story of that night. "It was really nice."

"Ooooh! Ok, thank you. This is what I needed! Being out here and disconnecting is great, but it also means I'm not watching messy reality shows, so I need my fix. Not that you two are messy, I mean, but - "

Aura laughed. If only Portia knew just how truly messy they were - she resolved to tell Portia, eventually, since even this tiny piece of information seemed to delight her. "No, it's definitely kind of messy of us. I mean, it is against the rules."

"Yeah, but like, what, they throw a bunch of attractive people up here and think no one's going to hook up? I've been trying to focus on my writing, but there are a lot of gorgeous women here, and it's early yet, so maybe I'll do the same... anyway, thank you for telling me. Please keep me updated! What's his name again?"

"Adrien."

"Right! Aura and Adrien. Adorable. Ok, we should get Julie and get some food."

Aura liked being able to share part of what was going on with Adrien, and she felt less guilty, like less of a bad, "unserious writer," knowing that Portia hadn't ruled sex at the retreat out of the question. The two of them met Julie in front of her door and they walked to the dining hall together.

Sitting down with her waffle, fresh fruit, and scrambled eggs, Aura did what had become a routine scan of the room for Adrien. No sign of him - he must have been sleeping in after their late night together. Aura ate peacefully, talking to Julie about the day jobs that they both did back home. Julie worked for an environmental non-profit, while Aura's latest cobbled-together work configuration consisted of teaching a writing class at the local community college and doing freelance graphic design. They both made some money from their writing, but not much, though Julie was currently being helped by an arts grant for the collection of essays she was working on. "There are a bunch you can apply for, and it's not actually that daunting once you've done a few," she told Aura. "Remind me and I can send you some info later today."

"Aura?" A soft voice from behind the two women interrupted their conversation.

"Oh, hey, Cori." Aura turned to see the women's residence manager standing behind them. Aura had only spoken with her once, on the first day, when Cori went around to each room talking over details about things like where to put their used towels and linens and when they would get fresh ones.

"I've been told that you need to report to the administration office," Cori said. "Can you head there as soon as you're done eating?"

Aura's heartbeat quickened slightly. "Do you know what it's about?"

"I don't, they just said to send you there as soon as possible. Sorry. You know where it is, right?"

"Yeah, I do. In the admin building. I'll be there in a few minutes - thanks, Cori." Aura exchanged a worried look with Portia, who sat across from her.

"I'm sure it's nothing," Portia said. "I had to do that on our first day here because they were missing some contact information for my file."

Aura tried to calm herself down. There was no way anyone had seen her and Adrien last night, where they were hidden, right...? She had been loud, yes, but that could have been anyone. Still, if Portia had seen them walking around outside after, maybe someone else did too... "I'll be back," Aura said, taking a last sip of orange juice and walking back towards her room.

Aura decided to change her clothes before heading to the office. She had put on an old pair of sweat shorts and an oversized t-shirt that morning - maximum comfort for a day of concentrated writing - but thought that no matter what she was being asked to see administration about, it couldn't hurt to look good. I was right to pack all these cute outfits. She picked out a sage-green camisole dress, one that buttoned up the front of its entire length, pulled off her shorts and t-shirt, and looked at herself in the full-length mirror on her closet door. She was wearing a comfortable set of light blue cotton undies and a matching bralette. She looked toward her underwear drawer, left open from when she got dressed before breakfast, and eyed a lacy black bra and panty set. I always feel more confident when I'm wearing nice underwear, she thought, slipping out of her panties and bralette. She pulled on the high-cut lace underwear, fastened the balconette lace bra, and took a moment to admire her reflection. She regarded herself, her rosy nipples and hairless slit plainly visible through the scanty fabric. Whoever I'm meeting with at the administration office will have no idea I'm wearing this under my dress, she thought, and felt a pulse of arousal between her legs. She tried to push the thought aside as she buttoned up her dress - yes, she'd been especially lustful since meeting Adrien, but she had to treat this meeting seriously, just in case it was about something big. She didn't want to let her mind go to that possibility, though, and as she walked out the front door of her residence hall and toward the administration building, she focused on hoping the meeting would be a quick matter of record-keeping.

Aura entered the building, noticing that her nerves had manifested as a bit of tightness in her throat and fluttering in her stomach as she walked toward the desk where Dylan sat in the foyer. "Hi," she said. "I was called here for a meeting? It's Aura."

"Aura, yes," Dylan said. "It's this office to your left. Mr. Grant is waiting for you."

Aura's heart sank. Meeting with Mr. Grant seemed more serious than she had been hoping for. "Thanks, Dylan," she said, and pushed open the office door.

"Adrien!" Aura was pleasantly surprised to see him sitting on one side of an old, scratchy-looking brown couch - but quickly noticed that his posture was totally opposite from how he normally appeared. He was slightly slumped, and his head hung low, gaze focused on his shoes. He looked up when Aura entered the room.

"Hey," he said softly, smiling at her. His eyes held a shadow of their normal twinkle, but his eyebrows were lifted slightly in worry.

Aura's head began to spin. This isn't good. She pushed the door all the way open and stepped into the room to see Mr. Grant sitting in a large armchair opposite the couch. "Thanks for finally joining us, Aura." His tone was dry, unwelcoming, as always. "Take a seat."

She sat down on the other end of the couch - next to Adrien, but careful not to be too close to him. "Hi, Mr. Grant," she said, her voice sounding meeker than she had intended. He was an intimidating figure, somehow - he sat ramrod straight in his chair, and the grey slacks and white button-down shirt he wore were neatly pressed and pretty well-fitting, though they hung ever so slightly off of his slim frame. Similarly, his burgundy tie was a little bit too large. His eyes and brow were stern. Aura placed him at forty-five or so, though it was hard to say - his brown hair was thinning, and this in combination with his thick mustache may have been aging him. He offered no greeting to Aura in return - only a deep sigh.

"Now that everyone's here," he said, pointedly eyeing Aura - apparently those extra five minutes to get changed had really pissed him off - "I'll get right to it." He cleared his throat and adjusted his tie slightly, looking briefly away and then back. Aura noted his discomfort, and braced for whatever he was about to say.

"You're both here," he began, projecting his voice loudly in what seemed like an attempt to stave off the awkwardness he felt, "because I have reason to believe you acted against residential rules." He paused, and when neither Aura nor Adrien said anything in response, he continued. "Do you know what I'm referring to?"

Aura spoke first. "No, Mr. Grant," she said, trying for innocent and bewildered with her tone and expression. The atmosphere in the stuffy room brought her back to her strict high school, where you could get in trouble for seemingly anything, and where she had learned that you never offer up a confession, because often whoever's trying to pin something on you doesn't actually have any evidence.

Adrien looked over at Aura for a moment, then followed her lead, a slight tremor in his voice. "I don't either. Sorry."

Not quite as good at this as me, Aura thought, but at least he hasn't sold us out yet.

Mr. Grant took a moment to look back and forth between the two of them. He furrowed his eyebrows and briefly rubbed the space between them, then continued. "Ok." If that's how you're going to play it, his tone said. "We received a report that last night, just after 11:30 pm, several maintenance workers heard.. unusual and disruptive noises on the grounds. We reviewed the video footage from the cameras outside of the residential halls, and saw the two of you walking to the women's hall shortly after. Our footage doesn't show any other residents returning to the residences after that time."

Fuck. Aura was stressed, and she could feel from Adrien's energy as he fidgeted next to her that he was as well. But, she noted, those facts in themselves didn't prove anything. Maybe there was still a way out of this. She settled quickly on a tactic. "We did meet up for a walk last night," she said, still injecting 'confused' into her tone, "but it was pretty uneventful. And I don't think we heard anything. Did you, Adrien?" She looked at him, and he joined her story, shaking his head.

"No, I didn't hear anything. Maybe it wasn't near us, though? It's a pretty big campus."

"Yeah," Aura said, "Sorry, I'm confused about what kind of noise it was and why you think it was us? Couldn't it have been an animal or something? I'm sure there are all kinds of noises out here at night."

Mr. Grant stared again at each of them, stony, for a moment. "No, I don't think it was an animal. According to the maintenance workers, the sound was... distinct." He again looked away for a moment, then down toward his feet.

Aura felt the smallest shift in the balance of power in the room at that moment, and nearly smirked to herself. He's so uncomfortable, she thought, and decided to try to use that to her favour. "I'm afraid I still don't understand, Mr. Grant," she said, calmly, unable to contain a bit of a smile. "What kind of 'distinct' noise was it?"

He shook his head slightly, angered by her tactics. He paused for a moment, then said quickly: "The maintenance workers reported hearing sounds consistent with sexual intercourse," and then, trying to seize back full control of the situation, added, "And we're fully prepared to kick the two of you out of the program, whether we can prove it or not. We're permitted to use our discretion around these matters."

Aura's breath caught in her throat for a moment. How had she ended up here? My one goal, she thought, was to not get kicked out. This was a golden opportunity, and I knew I was going to blow it. But, forcing herself to inhale and exhale deeply before responding, she noticed another feeling was present - a familiar flush - at the idea that her moment of ecstasy with Adrien had been heard, and not just by one person; by multiple people. For some reason, knowing that, and sitting opposite Mr. Grant in her sexy underwear and flimsy dress, made her feel emboldened. She surprised herself with the words she found herself saying next.

"Hmm. So they thought - and you think - that those sounds were me coming loudly?" She clocked the change in Mr. Grant's expression, his brow furrowing even more deeply at her inappropriateness. "You think that Adrien, this guy I met yesterday, was making me come so hard, I couldn't help but be loud, even though I knew it could get us kicked out? That it just felt that good?"

"That is what I think," Mr. Grant said quietly, quickly. He was flustered. He looked away, and as he shifted slightly in his seat, Aura started to feel her pulse quicken.

Adrien spoke then, running a hand nervously through his hair. "Look, I'm very sorry, Mr. Grant," he said. "Even if this is a misunderstanding, is there anything we can do? I paid a lot to be here, but if there's an additional fee, or... I'll see what I can-"

Mr. Grant looked unmoved. "The rules were very clearly explained to each resident upon arrival at the facility. This one, in particular, was highlighted. Why do you think that is? We get residents treating this place like a... like some kind of sex commune every year. We find it helps cut down on that behaviour if we kick out the first pair we catch. Really sends a message." Though he was responding to Adrien, he was staring at Aura.

Aura decided, then, to take a chance. If they were going to get kicked out anyway, what did it matter? She was a writer, after all - she was creative. She was used to trying unconventional solutions. And, she admitted to herself, she was, for some reason, excited by the fact that Mr. Grant was talking about the decibel level of her orgasms. She piped up. "Why don't we demonstrate?"

"What?" Adrien and Mr. Grant spoke almost simultaneously. Adrien sounded bewildered, Mr. Grant furious.

Aura continued, feeling only slightly daunted. There was something intoxicating about being so bold, and it pushed her forward. "We could have Adrien make me come, right here, and you'll see that I can do it quietly. Like you said, I know the rules here. I wouldn't risk making so much noise unless it was involuntary. Unless I was just one of those girls who screams and moans uncontrollably when she comes. So let's do it. He can touch me under my dress, through my panties, and we'll see."

Aura felt that the lace between her legs was already dampening. She couldn't believe she'd just said all of that to Mr. Grant, and yet, she didn't regret it at all. She looked over at Adrien, who was staring at her with something that looked like a mixture of confusion and wonder. He quickly flashed her a small smile, and it seemed like he was stifling a chuckle.

Aura looked back at Mr. Grant. He had his hands folded in his lap, and continued to shift in his seat. "This is incredibly inappropriate, Aura." His voice had taken on a strangled tone, and his skin, Aura noted, had flushed from its usual pale tone to a deep pink. She took this as a signal to continue.

She leaned forward where she sat, toward Mr. Grant, aware of the way the undone buttons at the top of her dress were revealing the rounded, exposed tops of her breasts and a hint of the black lace that barely covered the rest of them. She poured a sultry, syrupy tone into her voice as she continued. "What you're accusing us of is incredibly inappropriate. But I'll be honest, Mr. Grant," she slowed down the delivery of his name, putting as much sensuous emphasis on it as she could, "I'm very pent-up, being here. I'm trying to focus on work, but I really just want to get fucked nice and good." She pouted slightly, playing up the part. "And I have to admit, I do find Adrien attractive. I bet I could come really fast and we'll have this cleared up in no time." She was very wet, now, and felt that her nipples were standing at attention. Everything in her body felt electrified as she took in how - Mr. Grant was right about this - incredibly inappropriate she was being.

She looked toward Adrien, his face still in an expression of wonder, disbelief, and now perhaps some appreciation. He nodded slightly in approval, and Aura nodded back. She turned her gaze expectantly back to Mr. Grant. His eyes were wide, and his fidgeting and shifting had reached a fever pitch.

After a long pause, Mr. Grant spoke.

"I will permit it."

He rose awkwardly, pulled down the blind in the window of his office door, and sat back down. "Please begin," he said, sitting forward in his chair, and Aura smiled as she detected the slightest hint of desperation under the professional veneer he was trying to maintain.

Aura and Adrien faced each other on the couch, and for an awkward beat seemed unsure of what to do with their hands. Aura's heart was beating fast, responding to a combination of both fear of being kicked out of the program and excitement for Adrien's touch... and, for some reason, for Mr. Grant to witness that touching. Adrien took charge then, placing one hand on the back of Aura's neck as he had last night when they first kissed, and the other on her waist. He leaned in and kissed her, tentatively, then deep and hard. Aura was, for a moment, lost in the moment with Adrien, forgetting about their audience.

Adrien moved his kisses toward Aura's neck and ear, and whispered to her: "You ready?"

"Yes," Aura whispered back. She wanted nothing more than for Adrien's fingers to find her wetness.

Adrien let his right hand run down the length of Aura's dress, tracing her curves before resting for a moment on her left thigh. She could feel that he was shaking just slightly, and she realized then that she was, too. As Adrien's hand slid up her thigh, Aura held the hem of her dress, hiking it up slightly to ensure that Mr. Grant had a view of her lacy panties and the flesh their high cut exposed. She shared a long, slow kiss with Adrien, then broke away and turned her head to face Mr. Grant. He sat forward in his chair, elbows on his knees, as though he were watching a crucial sporting match. His breathing, she could see, was shallow and rapid. She gazed at his face, pulling his eyes up toward hers till they were staring at each other, and at that moment, Adrien began to run his fingers over the lacy fabric of Aura's panties, rubbing her clit.

"Mmm..." Aura's moan was little more than a gasp followed by a whisper. She shifted her hips in response to Adrien's touch, grinding her ass softly into the seat of the couch beneath her. She bit her lip gently, continuing to look at Mr. Grant with her best fuck-me eyes, putting on a performance for him as she moved her body in gentle waves, riding Adrien's hand. Mr. Grant stared back at Aura, wide-eyed, his gaze shifting from her face down to her panties, now fully uncovered as the fabric of her dress gathered around her waist, and back up to meet her eyes. His jaw hung slightly open as he took in the sight before him.

Knowing she was being watched had Aura close to orgasm already. Her body was on fire, and thinking about the way she had come to this stuffy-feeling office, nervous in the presence of Mr. Grant, and was now putting on a show for him and writhing on his couch... it was almost too much. Adrien continued rubbing her clit rhythmically, kissing her, and then, with his free hand, undid two buttons at the top of Aura's dress and began to caress her left breast. His fingertips danced around her nipple above the barely-there fabric of her bra. Oh, fuck, Aura thought. She was about to come, and she knew it would be hard to keep quiet. She glanced over at Mr. Grant, whose face was, for the first time, not furrowed with sternness but twisted in desire, his brows pleadingly lifted as he chewed on his bottom lip, seemingly in his own attempt to keep noise at bay.

Aura watched his face - this man who had once seemed so fearsome, but had been reduced to a pathetic, pliable puddle - and as Adrien pushed the fabric of Aura's panties to the side, plunged two fingers into her pussy, and gave her nipple a firm pinch, Aura came.

Like the night before with Adrien, a loud moan formed deep in Aura's chest and was quickly on its way to escaping her throat. Aura wanted to give herself over to it - felt almost powerless not to - but she knew she couldn't. She had to summon the self-control that had eluded her last night and got her into this mess. Aura took a deep breath as Adrien continued rubbing her pussy from the inside, slowing, and willed the inevitable sound to come out as quietly as possible. "Mmmmm," it erupted as a half-sigh, half whisper. "Mmmmmmmmm. Oh. Fuck." She was shaking, she had soaked Adrien's hand and the ugly brown couch, she was slightly dizzy from the force of the orgasm, but. She had been quiet.

She took another breath, then turned on the couch to face Mr. Grant, straightening out her dress and beginning to re-fasten its top buttons. "See?" She tried to re-adopt a professional tone despite her shakiness and the sheen of sweat that now covered her body. The truth was, she could have easily come again and again in that moment, but didn't want to push her luck - they were here on a mission, after all, even if it had offered her the bonus of one of the most intense orgasms of her life. She felt almost high, lightheaded. "I'm not sure if you could tell from where you were sitting, but that was rather intense, and I stayed pretty quiet. So whatever the workers thought they heard..." She shrugged and smiled, taking in Mr. Grant's disheveled, sweaty visage.

He cleared his throat, taking a moment before he spoke. Aura's eyes scanned his body, and she felt another flush of arousal upon noticing the distinct bulge that had formed in Mr. Grant's slacks. Aura let her eyes linger on the obvious, and larger-than-she-had-expected, erection.

She looked back up at Mr. Grant's face, and his eyes told her he had seen her looking. Aura knew she should be hoping that this was all over, that Mr. Grant was satisfied - in more ways than one - with what he had seen, and would just let her and Adrien leave with a warning. And yet... what was this part of her that felt like she wasn't done here yet? Like she didn't want to be?

Mr. Grant spoke, finally. It was almost comical, Aura thought, watching him try to use his authoritative tone while sitting before them with a giant tent pitched in his pants. "Thank you for demonstrating. But the maintenance workers believed the sounds they heard were a result of sexual intercourse. Perhaps it's one thing to stay quiet during a little... fooling around beneath that little dress of yours." Aura's breathing grew shallow once more as she realized what Mr. Grant was saying.

"That gives me no information," he continued, "About what you sound like, Aura, when you're being fucked." She exchanged a quick glance with Adrien. "I'm going to need a demonstration of that as well, I'm afraid."

Aura's pussy dampened once more at the idea of putting on a complete sex show in front of Mr. Grant, but another part of her thought that this felt extreme, even for her. "R... right here?" She stammered slightly.

"On the floor is fine," Mr. Grant said. He had managed to wrestle his face back into an approximation of its generally stern state, though she now read something else in it; a hint of sadism that showed itself more fully as he smirked and added: "That should be good enough for two degenerates who were willing to fuck on the grass last night."

We had a blanket, Aura nearly said, but caught herself. Her head was spinning. What was she doing here - there was no guarantee that, even if they did what Mr. Grant asked, he would let them off the hook. But, surely, doing this made him more culpable of wrongdoing than she and Adrien were, so maybe going along with this would protect them, in a strange way. And, Aura admitted to herself... she was incredibly turned on by the situation, and wanted to get fucked, hard, with Mr. Grant watching.

Adrien grabbed Aura's hand then and said, softly, "We don't have to do this if you don't want to." Aura looked back at him, taking in those tranquil eyes that made her feel safe even, she was learning, in the strangest of situations.

"Let's do it," she replied to Adrien. "If you're ok with it."

"I am," Adrien said. "It's weirdly..." then he shook his head. "We'll talk later. Anyway. Let's do it."

Aura smiled, gave Adrien a nod, and turned back to Mr. Grant, who looked so pitiful with his mustache, sour face, and boner, which he had placed one hand atop, that she almost wanted to laugh - and yet, she was also undeniably aroused. "Ok," she said. "Demonstration, part two."

Mr. Grant nodded and gestured toward the large rug between them. "Go ahead."

Aura began unbuttoning her dress as Adrien stood, unzipped his jeans, and piled them and his t-shirt on one arm of the couch. He stood, in only his boxer briefs - this time they are dark blue, Aura noted to herself - as Aura rose next to him, facing toward the couch and away from Mr. Grant as she removed her dress and handed it to Adrien. Despite what they had just done, she felt some shyness around exposing her front to Mr. Grant, with her nipples and her pussy lips so visible through the sheer fabric. She knew he could clearly see her ass from her present angle, though, and as she began to turn, she saw him staring at it appreciatively, which sent a pleasurable jolt through her body. She turned around, giving Mr. Grant a moment to take in her lingerie-clad body, which he eyed unabashedly, and then laid down on her back.

Adrien joined her on the rug and, in a replay of their activities from the night before, he climbed on top, his body over hers, and the two of them began kissing, bodies pressed close. Aura closed her eyes and lost herself in the already-familiar feeling of Adrien's lips on hers, his tongue in her mouth, and his hands running over and grasping her body. She pushed her hips up towards his, clinging to him as they kissed, feeling his growing bulge pressing against her. She was getting her bearings, adjusting to this strange situation and the somewhat scratchy old carpet, when Mr. Grant's voice interrupted them.

"This isn't a date," he barked. "I have work to do. Show me what I need to see."

I guess this is showtime. They released their embrace and Aura stood, facing Mr. Grant. She found that her annoyance at him made her all the more excited to tease him, to render him powerless. She smiled at Mr. Grant and reached behind her back to unhook her bra. His eyes focused intently on her chest, she slowly removed the bra with her right hand, and slipped her left hand across her breasts so it covered both of her nipples. She tossed her bra to the ground, shifted her hands so that she held one breast with each hand - 'held' was a strong word, as she was really just not-quite-covering her areolas with her fingertips. She gave each pert nipple a little circular rub, then dropped her hands, giving Mr. Grant an unobstructed view of her full, buoyant tits. He grunted softly in appreciation, as his breathing quickened along with the speed at which he was jiggling his right leg.

Next, she turned around, facing away from Mr. Grant, and bent all the way over, nearly touching the floor in front of her. She gave her ass a little shake, enjoying the feeling of his eyes on her body even though she couldn't see him. She then reached back and slowly peeled her panties off and down her body, the way that Adrien had peeled them off of her the night before. She slid the panties down to her ankles and stayed this way for a moment, her bare cheeks and tight lips facing Mr. Grant, then slowly stepped out of her panties, making sure to sway her hips back and forth as she did. As she turned to face Mr. Grant again, fully naked, she saw that his hand was now grasping his cock through the fabric of his pants, and that he was beginning to slowly move that hand up and down.

Aura could feel that her pussy was soaking wet now. She knelt down on the rug, facing Mr. Grant, and moved into position on all fours. She turned her head to look behind her - Adrien, kneeling behind her as he had been last night, gave her a quick wink and a smile as he pulled off his boxer briefs. She smiled back, faced forward, and relished the feeling of Adrien's hard member teasing her pussy, sliding against her lips before he entered her. Adrien then gripped the flesh of her asscheek and thrust himself inside of her, hard. "Oh," Aura moaned loudly, forgetting for a moment why they were there - and, even when she remembered, finding it hard to care. Still, she made a mental note to make an attempt at discretion. "Fuck," she said more softly, picking up Adrien's rhythm and pushing back into him, feeling the full length of his thick cock with each stroke.

Aura closed her eyes, taking in the sensation of Adrien inside of her and his hands, having moved to her breasts, alternating between grabbing her roughly and teasing her nipples with quick flicks and pinches. She felt lost in the pleasure, doing a mediocre job at stifling her moans and whimpers while riding just along the edge of orgasm as she thought about being watched by Mr. Grant. She opened her eyes to see that he had taken off his slacks and was now sitting in his boxers with his bare cock in his hand. He stroked it in quick, jerky movements, his face sweaty and reddened, flush with pleasure. Aura felt her pussy pulse around Adrien's shaft. Something about seeing old, unpleasant Mr. Grant's hard, pink cock, and knowing she had gotten him to the point of needing to tend to it in front of her, made her feel incredibly excited.

It was this excitement that she felt possessed by as she found herself locking eyes with Mr. Grant - his gaze trying but failing to conceal bare wanting - and, raising one hand from the floor, beckoning him over toward her.

Mr. Grant rose and stood in front of Aura. As Adrien continued pounding, she looked at Mr. Grant's package up close. It's actually kind of nice, she thought. His penis was medium-large - not as big as Adrien's, but substantial - cut, and incredibly hard. She looked up at Mr. Grant, opened her mouth, and let her tongue roll out.

Mr. Grant looked at her for a moment, at first slightly quizzically, and then more resolute. He stepped forward, bent his knees slightly, and shifted his hips forward, pressing the tip of his cock onto Aura's tongue.

Aura gave his tip a few small, quick licks - just enough to taste the salty pre-cum - then wrapped her lips around the tip's circumference, giving it a sloppy kiss. Mr. Grant's hand moved quickly to Aura's hair. He gripped a handful of it, close to her skull, and pushed the entirety of his shaft into her mouth. She began to suck, finding a new rhythm that involved her moving her backside and pussy in concert with Adrien's thrusts, and moving her lips and tongue up and down the length of Mr. Grant's member. Aura felt her wet hole soak Adrien as she pictured how she must look, being used as a conduit for pleasure for two different cocks, spit-roasted by a hot guy she'd just met and the stern older man who was threatening to expel her.

The three moved like this for a while, Aura uttering soft, muffled moans around Mr. Grant's girth and Adrien leaning forward to kiss her neck and ear. Mr. Grant then removed himself from Aura's mouth and placed a finger under her chin, turning her face up toward him. "On your back," he commanded.

Adrien pulled himself out of Aura as she rolled over onto her back, feeling exposed and vulnerable under Mr. Grant's intent gaze. This, of course, sent a new rush of blood down to her pussy. "As you were."

At Mr. Grant's command, Adrien pushed his cock into Aura's slick hole and resumed pounding her, hard. "Oh," Aura moaned, a loud staccato burst, uncontrollable. Mr. Grant crouched above her, stroking his length, his eyes fixed on Aura's breasts and the way they bounced with each rapid thrust. He wet two fingers in his mouth and began to softly rub Aura's left nipple. "Fuck," she moaned, surprised by Mr. Grant's touch, surprised by how much she enjoyed it. He started to roll the stiffened nipple back and forth with his thumb, causing Aura to writhe beneath him, squirming in pleasure while Adrien rammed her relentlessly.

Mr. Grant knelt on the floor near Aura's shoulders. He ran his hand up and down the length of her torso, toward the wet slit that was being used by Adrien and back up, between her breasts, toward her face, pausing on her parted lips. He ran his thumb along Aura's lower lip as she, trembling from the pleasure of Adrien's cock and the strange eroticism of having this man she so disliked touching her so intimately, gave his digit a light nibble, then began to lick and suck on it.

With his free hand, Mr. Grant resumed stroking hs cock, and then began to rub its tip on Aura's nipples, first her right, then her left.

"OH," Aura moaned, loudly and urgently. "Oh, fuck!" She was so close to coming. Adrien, in response, began to pound his length even harder and more deeply into Aura, his speed reaching its apex, and Mr. Grant removed his wetted thumb from between Aura's lips and used it to circle Aura's right nipple.

"FUCK! Oh!!" Aura let out a loud scream as she came to a shattering orgasm.

Continuing to stroke his cock, more voraciously now, while squeezing Aura's breast, Mr. Grant leaned forward - the sadistic smile having returned to his lips - and whispered in her ear. "Theeerrree it is," he sneered. "Now open wide." Aura did as she was told, and Mr. Grant emptied himself into her mouth, shooting forceful ropes of cum against the back of her throat.

As Aura swallowed Mr. Grant's hot liquid, Adrien began rubbing her clit, aflame with nerve endings as she still reeled from her orgasm, and released his own streams of cum onto her body, coating her breasts and stomach as he continued to rub her unceasingly. Aura, physically sensitive and feeling the most intoxicating blend of humiliation and arousal, laying naked and covered in Adrien's cum on the floor of Mr. Grant's office while he looked down on her, came a final time, wordlessly, open-mouthed, while her body jerked, using every possible ounce of pleasure and leaving her depleted.

Adrien hopped to his feet, found a nearby box of tissues, and handed a handful of them to Aura. She laid in place, breathing deeply and evenly, slowly wiping herself off while still shaking, barely able to speak or even form a full thought. Adrien leaned down and gave her a quick kiss. "You ok?"

"Yes," Aura smiled up at him. "You?"

He returned her smile. "All good."

As the mind-numbing power of her orgasms started to wear off and reality began to set back in, Aura remembered that one aspect wasn't all good - she had been at least as loud with Mr. Grant and Adrien just now as she had been last night, maybe even louder. She looked over at Mr. Grant now, who had pulled his clothes back on and was hastily tucking his white shirt into his pants. "Get dressed," he barked at Aura.

She quickly pulled on her panties, bra, and dress, and resumed her spot on the couch next to Adrien. She looked over at him. They smiled tiredly at each other and clasped hands. We'll definitely be kicked out now, Aura thought, but what a way to go. Despite everything, she had a hard time regretting any of what she had done.

Mr. Grant sat back down opposite them. His appearance made Aura chuckle openly. His hair was disheveled, the front of his shirt was tucked in only on one side, and, funniest of all, he was trying to put on his stern face and voice as though Aura hadn't just swallowed his cum.

He cleared his throat and readied himself to speak, looking not quite at either Aura or Adrien but at a space slightly above their eyelines. He began, his voice quiet and steady. "You are permitted to stay at the retreat, with some conditions." Aura squeezed Adrien's hand in celebration. Mr. Grant took a breath and continued. "We, of course, ask you not to act on any... urges you might feel while staying here. However, if it's not possible for you to refrain..." he focused his gaze, now, on Aura. "There is an empty bedroom in the administrator's cabin where Dylan and I stay. You would need to use that space as not to disturb other residents and staff. However, there's an open-door policy in the cabin that we enforce strictly to ensure no other illicit activities take place there. So, that is an option for you, but given that it means I could enter the room at any time, I'm sure you won't be using it."

A smile began to play on Aura's lips. "Understood," she said, returning Mr. Grant's gaze.

"That's all. Both of you, return to your programming." Mr. Grant shoed the two of them out of his office with his hand, as though they were pesky flies. Aura didn't take his rudeness personally. She found that impossible to do now that she knew she could use her body to bend him to her will.

She and Adrien stood and walked out of his office, Adrien's hand on the small of her back. As they entered the hall, Aura saw that Dylan was standing just outside the office door. He was grinning lasciviously, and gave her body a slow once-over. "See you later, Aura," he said, one eyebrow slightly raised. Aura felt that now-familiar flush, that feeling of her sexual activity being experienced by someone else - heard, seen - that filled her with excitement. She and Adrien left the administrative building, Aura's head swimming with thoughts of what they'd done today, and of the cabin Mr. Grant had mentioned...