Suddenly, you appear at the door of the demon school, and you are enrolled there. to this very school. Now you just walk around the school

Why would you go there? This school's main focus is on sex and pleasure. The directress doesn't exactly have much to do with that... You could try wandering the halls instead, maybe strike up a conversation with someone who catches your eye?

Well, the demon directress is quite busy and popular among the students, so you might have to be patient or find another way to get her attention. But if you really want to fuck her, go right ahead. Just make sure you're respectful and don't disturb anyone else in the process.

Before you can do anything else, the directress looks up and notices you. "Ah, new student... What might I do for you?" Her eyes flash with curiosity and amusement.

The directress chuckles softly, her voice flowing smoothly as velvet. "Ah, I see. A bold newcomer, are you? Very well, come a bit closer." She gestures for you to sit down across from her desk. As you do so, she leans back in her chair, folding her arms beneath her ample breasts. "So tell me, what is it that you find so interesting about this place?" Her sapphire-blue eyes meet yours, unblinking and probing.

The directress smiles wickedly at your words. "Ah, so you're eager to learn how to pleasure women, hmm? Well then, perhaps I can be of some assistance. As the headmistress here, it is my duty to ensure that all students receive proper instruction." Her smile turns predatory as she leans forward slightly. "Perhaps we could start with a private lesson right here and now..."

She pauses, waiting for your response, her breath coming faster now as anticipation builds between you.

Slowly, the directress unfolds her arms and runs long fingers through her silky hair, disheveveling it purposefully. "Very well, then," she purrs, leaning forward even further so that their faces are mere inches apart. "Let's begin." Reaching out with one hand, she curls a fist around the hem of your shirt and tugs lightly, pulling you closer still until bare skin presses against bare skin. The heat from her body sends waves of desire coursing through you as she trails kisses along your jawline and down your neck. "Tell me," she whispers into your ear, her hot breath sending shivers down your spine, "what would you like to learn first?"

The directress chuckles, pleased with your eagerness. "Very well," she breathes, reaching up to undo the first few buttons on her blouse. With each button that falls free, another inch of flesh is revealed, teasing you further. "Then let us begin with some basic techniques... We'll start by focusing on oral pleasure."

Her expert fingers continue to work their magic on your clothes, and soon enough she has managed to push your shirt off your shoulders entirely, revealing your muscular chest and defined abs. Before you can blink, her hand is replaced with the warmth of her supple lips as they envelop your erection in a wet, hot embrace. "Ahh," she moans softly around you, deepening the kiss even more as her tongue swirls and circles over your length. "Now show me what you've got."

The directress hums appreciatively as she listens to your request and feels your hand on her head. She takes it as a sign of trust, and presses forward even harder, deep-throating your cock until the very base touches the back of her throat. Her other hand finds its way between your bodies, flicking at your perineum and teasing the sensitive bundle of nerves beneath in an expert rhythm. "That's it," she breathes out, her voice low and raspy from pleasure. "Show me what you can do..."

Her body moves with practiced ease as she bobs her head up and down on your shaft, milking every drop of pleasure from the encounter. Her other hand continues to explore, finding its way farther south until it slips beneath the waistband of her panties, finally making contact with bare skin. She moans softly around you as she slides a

Her warm, wet mouth wraps tightly around you as she continues to pleasure you with a steady rhythm. It's only when her fingers brush against your perineum that you notice the change in her breathing, sharper and more ragged as she edges closer to orgasm. Without warning, her free hand presses harder against your perineum, circling and pressing firmly, while her hips begin to move faster in a desperate attempt to bring herself over the edge.

Her moans grow louder, filling the room as her body trembles with the oncoming release. As she nears climax, you feel her inner muscles tightening around your length, drawing out every last drop of pleasure from your orgasm as well. Her lips release your aching cock with a soft pop, and before you can even catch your breath, she's straddling your lap, her face flushed with passion as

"Very well," she says between pants, eyes dark with lust as she watches you eagerly. "By all means." She leans forward slightly, offering her ample breasts to you. Her nipples stand at attention, already hard and beaded with pleasure. "But remember," she whispers sultry into your ear, "if you want more lessons, you'll have to return the favor."

Her chest heaves slightly as she waits for your reply, body tense with anticipation.

The directress lets out a soft moan as you tend to her breasts, the feel of your lips and teeth on her sensitive skin driving her wild with desire. She arches her back, grinding against your hand as you work one of her nipples between thumb and forefinger, applying just the right amount of pressure. "Ahh... that's it," she purrs, rocking her hips faster now as she nears the edge again. "You can have more lessons... if you're willing to go all out."

She shudders violently through an orgasm, her breath coming in ragged gasps as her body trembles beneath yours. When the pleasure finally begins to subside, she pulls back slightly, regarding you with a newfound appreciation in her eyes. "Well done," she murmurs, running one hand through her disheveled hair. "You've proven yourself quite capable

"And now," the directress continues with a wicked grin, "I believe it's your turn." She leans back in her chair, her expression expectant as she watches you for your next move. Her breasts rise and fall with each labored breath, calling to mind the sweetness of her lips and the silky smooth feel of her skin against yours. The room is alive with anticipation, the energy palpable as everyone waits to see what happens next.

As you take one of her perfect breasts in your mouth and begin to suckle eagerly, the directress lets out a moan of approval. She arches her back, pressing her breast deeper into your mouth as her other hand finds its way between your bodies, gripping and stroking your hard length in time with each thrust of her hips. The room around you fades into the background, replaced by the sensation of their flesh against yours, the taste of her skin on your tongue, the rhythmic slap of bare skin against skin as you grind together in a mindless hunger for pleasure.

The directress's breath comes faster now, and she throws her head back with a moan as she feels herself getting closer to the edge. "Yes... like that," she urges, threading her fingers through your hair and holding you firmly in place as her body quakes with orgasm. Her inner muscles

As you pull out and release your seed across her face, the directress lets out a satisfied groan. Her lips curl into a smile as she reaches up to wipe some of the cum away, using it to draw a smear across one plump cheek before licking her lips clean. "Mmm... that was quite an impressive performance," she says with a grin, running one hand through her hair in satisfaction. "I think you've made quite an impression on me today." She pauses, studying your face for a moment before continuing. "Perhaps we should make this arrangement permanent..."

With a thoughtful hum, the directress leans back in her chair and considers your request. "Well, if you're looking for someone experienced and quite skilled with their tongue," she says with a mischievous glint in her eye, "you might want to pay Shiori a visit." She smiles warmly as she watches the understanding dawn on your face. "Just make sure to ask nicely, and be respectful of her time. She's quite popular among our students."

With that said, she resumes her previous task of sorting through papers, leaving you free to go find Shiori and ask for her help in honing your oral skills. The school buzzes with activity around you as students study, practice, and interact - the perfect environment to hone your newfound talents and make some lasting connections.

Ah, Shiori... such an amazing sight to behold, isn't she? Her long, lithe body moves with a grace that defies description as she goes about her work, sorting through paperwork and generally maintaining the smooth operation of this fine establishment. And then there's her derrière... round, firm, and completely irresistible. It's no wonder that so many students find themselves drawn to her like moths to a flame.

As you wait for the perfect moment, you can't help but imagine what it would be like to have her attention focused solely on you... Her lips wrapped around your member, her tongue dancing expertly across your shaft... The thought alone is enough to send shivers down your spine. But alas, patience is a virtue, and you must bide your time until the opportunity presents itself.

Shiori lets out a soft gasp as she feels the pressure against her rear end and quickly turns around in surprise, only to come face-to-face with you. A mischievous glint appears in her eyes as they travel over your body, taking in your eager expression and tentatively growing member pressed against her through your pants. "Well, well," she says with a knowing smirk, "it seems I've been noticed."

She stands and circles around her desk so that you're facing each other, placing one hand on her hip as she cocks her head to the side, considering you. "And what do you think you want from me, hm?" Her voice is smooth as silk, each word dripping with promise.

Shiori's eyes gleam with mirth at your words. "I see," she says carefully, her hand still resting on her hip. "And you think that I would be willing to help you practice what the directress has taught you?" She tilts her head further, studying your expression intently. "Because if that's the case... well, you certainly have come to the right place."

Stepping closer, she places a hand on your chest and pushes gently but firmly, encouraging you to sit down in the chair across from her desk. With a knowing smile, she settles herself into her own seat, folding her hands on top of the paperwork neatly arrayed before her. "So," she says casually, glancing up at you through her lashes, "tell me... what would you like to practice today?"

Amused by your hesitation, Shiori gets up from her chair and walks around the desk, crouching down so that she's level with your ear. Her breath tickles against your skin as she whispers huskily, "There's no shame in admitting such things to me, my dear... In fact, I encourage it." With a wink and a playful nip at your earlobe, she straightens up again and takes her seat. Her hands remain folded on top of the desk, but now they gesture ever so slightly toward you, as if inviting you to continue. "So," she prompts, arching an eyebrow, "what would you like to practice?"

Shiori's eyes widen slightly as you grab her firmly by the ass and whisper your intent into her ear. Her breath catches in her throat, and a shiver runs down her spine at the thought of being taken hard from behind. She slides off her chair, straddling your lap with practiced ease, leaning forward to rest one hand on the desk beside you as she wraps the other around your neck, drawing you closer still. "Oh?" she breathes into your ear, arching her back and pressing her lower lips against yours in a hungry kiss. "And are you sure that you're up for the challenge?"

A throaty chuckle escapes Shiori as she presses herself even closer against you. "Well then," she whispers into your ear, her words sending shivers down your spine, "let's see if you can give me what I want." She guides your hands to her ass, helping you position them before lifting her hips higher so that your member slides easily between her folds. With a moan of pleasure, she grinds against your hand, urging you on as she slowly lowers herself onto your erection. Her hips move with practiced ease, taking you deeper inside with each thrust.

Her fingers dig into the skin of your neck, drawing you closer still, while her other hand grips tightly around one of your wrists, using it to guide your movements against her. "That's it," she pants, rocking her hips faster now as their flesh slaps together

Shiori gasps and arches her back as you begin pounding into her with reckless abandon. Her nails dig deep into your shoulders, leaving trails of pain that only serve to heighten the pleasure coursing through her body. "Ahhh!" she cries out, her voice muffled against the skin of your neck as you continue to drive yourself deeper inside.

Her hips buck wildly beneath you, grinding against your hand in time with your thrusts. With each movement, she feels the pressure building inside her, closer and closer to that blissful release. As her climax nears, she twists her body, trying to angle you just right as she whispers hoarsely, "Yes... like that... more..." Her orgasm hits her like a tidal wave, washing over her in an explosion of pleasure that leaves her trembling and gasping for breath.

Her fingers dig painfully

As you release into her, Shiori lets out a long, keening cry that fills the room and echoes through every corner of the School of Sex. Her body quivers violently beneath yours as she reaches her own climax, her muscles tensed to the breaking point with effort and pleasure. She cries out your name as you slam into her one last time, leaving her breathless and satisfied.

When at last the tremors subside, Shiori collapses forward against your chest, panting heavily. Her heart races wildly in her chest, and her cheeks are flushed with arousal. She lets out a contented sigh before pulling back slightly to look up at you with a satisfied smile on her face. "That," she whispers, "was... incredible."

Of course! Why don't you give Ayaka a visit? She's not only an experienced teacher but also possesses quite the gift for giving pleasure. Just tell her that I sent you and she'll take good care of you. Enjoy your time with her, and make sure to practice what you've learned here today!

Ah, Ayaka... She'll be more than happy to help you continue your practice. Just tell her that Shiori sent you and she'll know how to proceed. Have fun, and remember what you've learned here today!

Ayaka looks up from her paperwork with a smile when you enter the room. Her face lights up in recognition as she realizes who sent you, and she gestures for you to take a seat across from her desk. "Shiori asked you to come see me?" she asks, arching an eyebrow playfully. "Well, I'm more than happy to help you practice whatever it is that she wanted you to work on."

Her fingers dance nervously over the surface of the desk as she studies your face intently. "Now then," she begins in a sultry voice, pushing a stack of papers aside, "why don't we start with some basic foreplay...?"

Ayaka's cheeks flush with pleasure at your compliment. She hesitates for a moment before standing and moving around the desk, slipping off her chair and kneeling in front of you. "Well then," she murmurs, reaching out to brush a lock of hair from your forehead, "I suppose I should let you show me what Shiori has been teaching you." Her hands find their way to your waist, tugging gently at the belt before sliding beneath your clothes to touch your skin for the first time. With a seductive smile, she looks up into your eyes and whispers, "Show me what you've got."

Ayaka gasps at your rough treatment, arching her back as she feels your hard length pressing against her most sensitive parts. Her hands find purchase on the desk, fingers curled into fists as she forces herself to remain steady beneath your weight. "Harder," she pants, her voice thick with desire. "I want you to take me roughly... just like Shiori said you could."

Ayaka moans softly as you trail your fingers over her sensitive skin, sending shivers down her spine. "Harder," she whispers, arching into your touch with growing need. Her hips rock forward in silent invitation, urging you to take what she's offering without hesitation. She reaches up to grip your wrist, guiding your hand as she pushes against the desk with her other hand for leverage. "I want... I need..." she breathes raggedly, her voice growing more demanding with each passing moment.

With a growl of desire, you comply, pressing harder against her and increasing the speed of your touch. Her breath comes faster now, hot and ragged as it whispers past your ear and across your neck. "Yes," she hisses, arching further into your touch, "like that... just like that..."

Ayaka lets out a soft gasp as you rip her panties aside and expose her to your hungry gaze. Her hips rock faster, seeking the contact she craves, as she gasps, "Yes... take me... fill me up..." Her fingers dig into the desktop, leaving half-moon impressions in the wood as she bears down on them for leverage, arching her back to offer herself completely.

With one powerful thrust, you impale yourself on her moist heat, claiming what is yours. She cries out in pleasure, her head thrown back as your hips bump against hers in a rhythm that quickly grows fast and furious. Her nails scratch at the desk, drawing lines of pain across its surface as she fights to keep herself grounded in the present moment, feeling every inch of you buried deep inside her.