The Price of Dreams

Dayana stood in the middle of the dean's spacious office, her fingers nervously gripping the edge of the desk.

Her heart was pounding so hard she was afraid the two men would hear it. The two men—Sergey Petrovich, the dean of the faculty, and Timur Ivanovich, her economics professor who was also her academic advisor—sat on either side of the massive oak desk, their gazes drilling into her like knives. Both were dressed in impeccably tailored suits that seemed to cost more than her monthly stipend. The dean, a tall man with graying temples and cold gray eyes, slowly tapped a pen on the desk, watching her tremble.

The professor, younger,

but still about thirty years older than her, with dark hair and a predatory smile, leaned back in his chair, looking at her as if she were already his property.

— Do you understand the position you're in? Failing grades in three subjects, absences... You

will be expelled in a week if we don't find a solution."

She swallowed, feeling her throat go dry. She was eighteen, having just moved from a remote village near Almaty to Saratov, dreaming of a new start, of an education that would pull her family out of poverty.

And now it was all falling apart. She knew these men hadn't called her here for no reason. Rumors about how they "helped" female students had been circulating around the university for a long time. But she never thought she

would be one of them.

— I... I can retake the exams," she whispered, but her voice sounded uncertain even to her.

The professor smirked, his gaze sliding down, lingering on her chest, then on her hips.

— Retaking won't save you, sweetheart," he said, standing up. His shoes softly clicked on the parquet as he walked around the desk and came so close she could smell his cologne—expensive, musky, intoxicating. "But we can offer you... an alternative." His hand rested on her waist, his fingers lightly squeezing through the thin fabric of her blouse. Dayana froze but didn't pull away. She knew what was happening. Knew it was wrong. But what choice did she have?

Return home in disgrace? Force her parents to sell their last possessions to pay for her mistakes?

— What... what do you need?" she asked, barely audibly.

The dean also stood up, his chair creaking. He approached from the other side, his hands descending onto her

shoulders, his fingers slowly sliding down toward the neckline of her blouse.

— We want you," he said simply, his breath touching her ear. "Your body. Your

obedience. And then all your problems will disappear."

Her breathing quickened. It became hot and wet between her legs, though she hated herself for this

reaction. She didn't want this. But her body was betraying her, responding to their touches, their voices, to the way the professor ran a finger along her neck, making her shudder.

— Okay," she whispered, closing her eyes.

— That's my clever girl," said Sergey Petrovich and kissed her on the cheek.

— After classes today, go to the dorm and get yourself ready. We'll be waiting for you at this address at 9:30 PM"—Timofey Ivanovich handed her a note with the address of a motel on the outskirts of the city.

It was consent. And in that same second, everything changed.

Back at the dorm, Dayana took a shower, put on lace lingerie, stockings, and an evening dress, and called a taxi. In the lobby, she was met and escorted to the room. Inside was a double bed. On the table stood bottles of wine, fruit, and a pack of condoms. Sergey and Timofey greeted her with smiles.

— You did well to come. Today we'll solve all your problems," said the Dean. Meanwhile, Timofey abruptly pulled her to him, his lips pressing against her neck, hot and wet. He began kissing her, his teeth slightly sinking into her tender skin, making her moan. The Dean, meanwhile, unclasped her bra with one deft movement, and her breasts spilled out, heavy and firm. His hands immediately cupped them, his fingers squeezing her nipples, making her cry out from sudden pain and pleasure.

— Such a juicy steppe flower," Sergey murmured, leaning down and taking one nipple into his mouth. His tongue circled the pink bud before he began sucking, hard and rhythmically, making her legs go weak.

Timofey, meanwhile, knelt before her. His hands trembled as he

unzipped her dress, then slowly pulled it down. The fabric slid down,

revealing her black panties, already wet with arousal. He ran a finger over the damp fabric, and Dayana moaned, her hips involuntarily jerking forward.

— So wet," he smirked, then in one motion pulled her panties down, exposing her

completely. Her dark pubic hair was thick and curly, and between her legs, moisture glistened, trickling down the inside of her thighs.

Without wasting time, he pulled her closer, his tongue darting out and running along her slit, from her clit all the way to her hole. Dayana cried out, her fingers digging into his hair as he began licking her greedily, his tongue plunging inside, then pulling out to circle her sensitive bud. She gasped from the onslaught of pleasure, her legs trembling, but he held her firmly, not letting her fall.

Sergey, meanwhile, didn't stop sucking her nipples, his teeth lightly biting them, making her moan even louder. One of his hands slid down, reached between her legs, and found her clit, beginning to rub it in circles, synchronizing with the movements of Timofey's tongue. Dayana writhed between them, her body burning, she could no longer think—only feel.

Suddenly, Timofey pulled away from her pussy, his lips glistening with her juices. He stood up, his hands

trembling as he unbuckled his belt, then unzipped his pants. His cock sprang out—thick, hard, with bulging veins, dripping with pre-cum. Dayana had never seen anything like it in porn, let alone in real life, and her heart beat even faster.

— On your knees," he ordered, and she obediently knelt before him, her lips already parting, ready to take him.

Her hand wrapped around his shaft, her fingers not meeting around his thickness. She ran her thumb over the head, collecting a drop of pre-cum, then licked her finger, tasting the saltiness. The professor groaned, his hands fisting in her hair as she leaned forward and took him into her mouth.

Her lips stretched to accommodate him, her tongue circled the head before she began moving down, taking him deeper. She felt him pulsing in her mouth, felt his hands

guiding her movements, making her take him deeper until his cock hit the back of her throat. She gagged but didn't stop, her saliva dripping down his shaft as she began sucking him greedily, her head bobbing up and down, his groans growing louder.

Sergey, meanwhile, stepped back and began unbuttoning his clothes. He shrugged off his jacket, then his shirt, revealing a muscular chest covered in dark hair. His pants slid down, and his own cock stood erect, no less impressive than the professor's.

— Enough," he said, and Tim pulled his cock from her mouth with a wet sound.

The Dean lay down on the leather sofa, his legs dangling over the edge, his cock standing up demandingly.

— Get on me, girl. Let's pop that cherry.

Dayana obeyed, her legs trembling as she stood and walked to the sofa. She knelt over him, then slowly lowered herself, guiding his cock to her entrance. She felt his head spreading her lips, then he entered her with one powerful thrust, filling her completely. She cried out in pain, her nails digging into the sofa's leather as she began to move, rising and falling on his cock, her wet pussy clenching around him with each motion.

Timofey didn't stay idle. He approached her from the side, his cock still hard and

wet from her saliva. He took her chin and turned her face toward him, then began rubbing his cock against her cheeks, leaving trails of pre-cum on her skin.

— Open your mouth," he ordered, and she obediently parted her lips. He ran the head over her tongue, then began fucking her mouth with shallow thrusts as she rode the dean, her body trembling from the double penetration.

— Fuck, you're so tight, feels so good," Sergey rasped, his hands gripping her hips, guiding her movements.

— You were made for this, Dayana. For us to fuck you however we want.

His words only aroused her more. She began moving faster, her pussy clenching around his cock, her mouth working on the professor's cock, her saliva dripping down his shaft.

She felt her orgasm approaching, her clit pulsing, her breath becoming ragged.

Suddenly, the dean stopped her.

— Enough," he said, his voice hoarse with arousal. "Switch.

He pulled her off him, and she felt emptiness, but the professor immediately lay on the sofa, his cock standing up, ready to take her. Dayana sat on him, her pussy stretching again to accommodate him, and she moaned as he entered her to the hilt.

But they didn't stop there. The Dean stood behind her, his hands gripping her waist, then he lifted her up, making her get on all fours over the professor. She felt his fingers spreading her buttocks, then something cold and slippery touched her anus.

— Relax," he whispered, and she tried to obey, but when he began to enter her, she cried out in pain.

— Mommy, ahhh... it hurts so much... god—

His cock was too big for her tight hole, but he didn't stop, slowly but surely pushing inside until she felt him fill her completely.

— Oh, fuck!" she screamed, her body tensing, but then the pain began to mix with

pleasure as they both began moving inside her. The professor fucked her pussy from below, his cock hitting her cervix with each thrust, while the dean entered her ass with deep, powerful strokes.

— You're our whore now, Dayana, my dear," the dean rasped, his hands squeezing her breasts, his fingers twisting her nipples.

— You'll do everything we say, understand?

She only nodded, unable to speak, her body trembling from the double penetration, her pussy and ass clenching around their cocks as an orgasm washed over her in a wave. She screamed, her juices gushing onto the professor's cock as she came, her body shaking with convulsions.

The men didn't make her wait. The dean groaned first, his cock jerking inside her ass, and she felt hot semen flooding her insides. The professor followed him, his cock pulsing inside her pussy, filling her with his seed.

But they weren't finished. The professor pulled his cock from her pussy, removed the condom, and stood before her, his hand quickly jerking him off until he came, his semen splattering onto her face, covering her cheeks, lips, and chin in hot streams. Dayana closed her eyes, feeling his seed trickling down her skin, mixing with tears she hadn't even noticed.

When it was all over, she collapsed onto the sofa, her body still trembling from the orgasm. Her ass was filled with semen, her face was smeared, her hair stuck to her sweaty forehead. She lay there, trying to catch her breath, while the men took turns showering and began dressing leisurely.

— Good girl," said the dean, adjusting his tie. "Your grades will be corrected by

Monday."

Dayana only nodded. She knew it was dirty. Knew it would change her forever. But she had no choice. And now she would keep this secret—the secret of how two men used her body, how she gave herself to them completely, and how it saved her future.