Eee Cee Que Blues – Online Classes

Written by pestengahem

 

Eee Cee Que Blues – Online Classes
By Pesteng Ahem

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These are stories about life during the extended community quarantine. This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events and incidents are either the products of my imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.

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My name is Dr Rosario San Gabriel. I am a 55-year-old associate professor of economics at the St Claire’s Institute of Higher Education in New Manila. This is the story of my experience during the ECQ.

I’ve hit a wall in my job. Two years ago, I was Professor and Head of the Department of Economics at the Far Western University. My research area is in behavioural economics. One night, I was caught in flagrante delicto. You see, one of the freshmen coeds was failing my class and I offered her the chance to boost her grade if she participated in a research project. I designed the experiment myself. The objective of the project was to see how much practice it would take for the young 18-year-old to swallow my 7″ cock without gagging. She was making good progress with our weekly sessions when I forgot to lock the door to my office and the housekeeping staff managed to catch me with my pants around my ankles, three-fourths of my cock down the freshman’s throat and my two of my fingers deep in her pussy. In order to avoid a scandal, the Dean decided to give the student a passing mark and I was asked to resign.

I spent a few months doing service teaching until I found a permanent job at St Claire’s. The Head of the Department of Economics was a former PhD student of mine. She informed me of the opening and invited me to apply. The position was a demotion for me, but beggars can’t be choosers and all that. Importantly, since no one knew the true reason for my resignation, I could start a new chapter in my career. St Claire’s was a small higher education institute for women offering a limited range of degrees. Thus, having someone of my calibre join the Department of Business meant quite a big deal to the school. I was a big fish in a small pond. An old, perverted fish, but a big one nonetheless.

I was more careful with my extracurricular activities this time around. I kept away from undergraduate students. However, I have a high sex drive for a man my age, so I needed an outlet. During my first week at St Claire’s, I was fucking the Department Secretary. Before the semester ended, my daily routine started with a blowjob from the assistant registrar and ended with my cock up the bum of the coach of the women’s softball team. Life was good. Then, some idiot ordered bat soup in Wuhan, coughed, and the ECQ was imposed.

All my academic activities ground to a halt. All classes were suspended and, for the first week, there was not a little worry about the effect the pandemic would have on the academic progress of students. Of course, since I was no longer part of the Department Management Team, I really didn’t need to concern myself with this. However, I could tell that there were major decisions needed to be made.

The President of St Claire’s issued an announcement to staff, students and parents that the University was going to see out the rest of the academic calendar by continuing to hold online classes for all subjects that were not laboratory-based. They decided to do this despite calls from students and parents to simply pass them en masse. You see, doing so would mean that students would be unprepared for the higher subjects and the value of their degree would be diminished. I know that some universities opted for the easy way out by offering mass promotions of students. This is good public relations but poor education.

I prepared to convert my subjects to online delivery. I was teaching three subjects: BUS117 Principles of Economics, BUS225 Experimental Economics and Game Theory and BUS303 Research Methods in Business. The plan was for me to hold my lectures via Zoong (a free videoconferencing application) and discussions and group work would take place in the forums. All quizzes, assignments and reports would be submitted online. I was used to the content delivery system used by St Claire’s so the transition would be easy. I expected that the tricky part would be learning to use Zoong. I set it so I could see the students and the students could see me, but they couldn’t see each other.

I prepared for the first Zoong lecture quite nervously. I live alone in a two-bedroom condominium in San Juan. (My wife and I separated about eight years ago and both my children have families of their own.) I converted the smaller bedroom into a study. There, I set up my new video camera, connected the computer to the 55″ LCD TV and bought a small easel and butcher’s paper on which to write. I made sure that the lighting was good by doing a test broadcast with my son and grandson. The system seemed to be working perfectly.

My first Zoong lecture was a success. It was disconcerting at first because my mind kept struggling with the idea that I was alone in the study. However, the students were engaged and asked questions so, after a while, I felt more comfortable addressing the students through the video camera.

As the ECQ dragged on I noticed that the students were quickly adapting to being confined in their homes. During the first week of online sessions, the students made an effort to dress in their uniforms. However, by the second week, I noticed that some of them were attending classes in hoodies and track pants. By the fourth week, some didn’t bother leaving their beds, instead attending the lectures via tablets while lying down.

I’m sure that is seemed quite natural and innocent to them. However, for an old pervert like me who’s been cooped up in his condo and who was bored from jacking off to PornHub reruns, the sight of dozens of young ladies in skimpy pyjamas and bedclothes was quite stimulating. The benefit of a 4k TV allowed me to catch glimpses of juicy tits and hard nipples straining against old t-shirts or the puffy outlines of pussies appearing as camel toes. One student in particular — Alysson Chua — was becoming a bit of a problem.

The lovely Ms Chua was in her third year and had a “queen bee” personality. She badged herself a “social media influencer” and was proud of her 450,000 followers on Instagram (I stalked her using a dummy account). She parlayed this onto a decent sideline streaming video games. Alysson stood 5’7″ and was conscious of her figure. Her regular routine of yoga and Pilates resulted in a stunning 35C-24-32 body. She had smooth, brown skin that was evenly tanned. Alysson also understood the value of appearance — she `was always aware of the best angles to highlight her features and posing came naturally to her. She had an extensive wardrobe sourced mainly from freebies from fashion brands that wanted her endorsement. At school, when she was forced to wear the standard uniform of St Claire’s, Alysson already stood out. Now that I had a direct view of her bedroom and her figure in skimpy clothing, the temperature ticked up a few notches.

I noticed that without the benefit of structure and discipline, the students were quickly reversing their sleep-wake cycles. Thus, most were quite stuporous when I help my online classes. In order to ensure that they were attentive, I required my students to keep their cameras trained on them. In addition, every so often, I would give them simple instructions — hold up two fingers, shake your head, tap the desk — to confirm that they were still online and hadn’t posted a dummy video of themselves staring at the screen.

During one three-hour lecture, I noticed that Alysson was quite sleepy. I know that she had pulled an all-night streaming session that only ended a few minutes prior to my lecture. She was leaning on her bed against some pillows watching the lecture on her laptop. I noticed that her eyes were beginning to droop and her head was beginning to sag.

“Miss Chua, please focus!”

This caused Alysson to sit up straight (I noticed a few of the other sleepy students also pay closer attention). “This is your first warning, Miss Chua.”

“Sorry, Sir.”

I continued my lecture. To be honest, the topic WAS quite boring. Given a choice, I’d rather be jacking off right now to Naomi Woods. However, I had a job to do and so did the students, so I pressed on. About 45 minutes later, I called for a break. The students got up to stretch their legs and refresh their drinks. I noticed on my monitor that Alysson closed her eyes. They were still closed five minutes after I resumed the session.

“Miss Chua, wake up!” Alysson did not stir.

“MISS CHUA, WAKE UP!!” I screamed down the microphone. Alysson stirred, rubbed her eyes and realised what just happened. She sat up straight and focused on the screen.

“This is your second warning, Miss Chua. Please wipe the drool on the left side of your mouth.”

She rubbed her face on her pillow and smiled on screen. “Sorry, Sir.”

“Only one and a half hours to go, Miss Chua. Please try not to incur a third warning before the end of the class. Frankly, your grades can’t afford it.”

“Yes, Sir.” Alysson got out of bed and moved to her desk, carrying the laptop with her. In doing so, her robe opened up to reveal her firm body. She was wearing a purple tube top. It was clear from her free-swinging tits and prominent nipples that she was braless. Moreover, she was wearing a pair of white panties the sides of which consisted of three thin pieces of cloth with the label “PINK” printed on them. The gusset was flush on her pussy, which was clearly shaved. When she turned around, a thin strip of cloth disappeared between the cheeks of her ass. She lay the laptop on her desk. Her robe remained open. Apparently, Alysson did not notice that she was flashing me.

I went to the computer and adjusted my settings so that Alysson’s camera filled the entirety of my TV. I could make out the fine details of her face and body, including her thick, prominent nipples. I continued lecturing with the view of Alysson giving me inspiration. She was clearly more awake now, but I noticed that she was not attentive. Her mind was distracted by something. She was frowning and sucking on her thumb and pen. After a few minutes, she got up to adjust her something in her seat. When she returned, I noticed that her affect had not changed.

Her pen was in her mouth when I noticed her take the pen and slowly trace it down her neck over her collarbones, over the top of her right breast and stopped over her right nipple. Then, she used the pen to flick it. This entire sequence was so absorbing that I didn’t realise that I had stopped talking. When I looked up, Alysson was staring right into the camera, effectively making eye contact directly with me. She had a smirk on her lips. Alysson had confirmed that I could see what she was doing!

“Ahem. Sorry, I was lost in thought. Will someone tell me where I left off?”

Alysson spoke up through the microphone. “I believe that you were describing the ethical restrictions on behavioural experiments involving human participants, Sir.” She smiled wickedly and ran her tongue languidly across her upper lip.

“Ah, yes. Thank you, Miss Chua. Let’s proceed with the next slide.”

I continued my lecture. Before discussing the next slide, I turned away to take a sip of coffee. When my gaze returned to the screen, I noticed that Alysson was in the processes of removing her robe, exposing her shoulders and chest. She was clearly playing for the camera, using the opportunity to display her tits for me to see. Her exaggerated actions in removing her robe caused her breasts to jiggle prominently under the tube top. She noticed that the top slipped a little. She looked down, brought her fingers to cover her mouth in mock horror, raised her eyes to look directly into the camera and pulled the top upward. Then, she ran her hands over her breasts to adjust the garment. I noticed that her nipples were quite obvious against the thin fabric. I almost choked on my coffee.

“Sorry, class. The coffee went don’t the wrong hole.”

“Careful, Dr San Gabriel. If you choke, there’s no one to give you mouth-to-mouth resuscitation,” said Alysson. The other students giggled at what she said. Alysson gave her tits a final squeeze, released them, and winked into the camera.

“Thank you for your concern, Miss Chua.”

I continued with the lecture. After a few minutes, Alysson picked up her mobile phone, got up from her seat, turned around and bend over the back of her desk chair. In doing this, the camera focused on Alysson’s panty-clad ass. Her smooth cheeks were in full display, as was the strip of cloth stretched across between her ass cheeks and barely covering her asshole and her pussy. Alysson was clearly waxed and baby-smooth. Alysson started to pose for selfies. (Later that day, I noticed that the selfie she took appeared on her Instagram feed accompanied by the caption “online classes are soooo HARD”.) After a few minutes, she returned to her seat, thew me an air kiss and flashed me a peace sign.

Alysson watched her screen intently and began to write on her pad. Then, she spoke up. “Sir, I have a question.”

“Yes, Miss Chua. What is it?”

“Sir, this topic is so HARD. Can you give me some tips for extra reading?” She also held up her pad to show me what she had written. It read: “SIR, I THINK YOU HAVE A HARD ON! :P” She turned the page and showed me the next message. “DID I CAUSE THAT ERECTION, SIR? O.O”. I looked down and noticed that indeed my cock was straining against my thin slacks.

I quickly turned around and moved off screen to adjust my cock. When I returned, I noticed that Alysson was pouting. The new sign read “BOOO! :(”

“Thank you for your question, Miss Chua. Why don’t you remain online after this lecture and we can talk about what is causing this to be hard.”

“Thank you, Sir. I think you can really help me.”

I continued with the final 20 minutes of my lecture. A few minutes before the end, Alysson got up, moved off the frame, and returned to her seat. She spent a few minutes fidgeting to get the most comfortable position. I could detect a soft, humming sound emanating from her microphone. Alysson’s head and shoulders were shaking in a rhythmic fashion in the usual way when girls swing their legs idly when seated. She continued sucking on her pen.

I answered some questions from the other students before bringing the lecture to a close. I reminded the students about the upcoming submission deadlines. Before I dismissed the class, I asked Miss Chua to stay. I killed the connections of the other students. Alysson and I were finally alone!

“Thank you for staying, Miss Chua. Now, how can I help you?”

“Well, Sir, you’ve been har… I mean the topic is hard.” She smiled. The low humming continued. I noticed that Alysson was a little flushed.

I smiled back at her cleverness. “You need to focus a little more, Miss Chua. I think you are spending too much time on your extracurricular activities.” I tried to stay on point.

“Yes, Sir. I have a lot of followers and streaming takes up much of my time. I need to maintain my viewing statistics or my sponsors will leave.” She gave a little pout.

“I understand that, Miss Chua. However, you need to get good grades in order to graduate.”

“Yes, Sir. But if I don’t maintain my sponsorships, I can’t pay my tuition. Plus, the sponsors always give me nice things. Did you like my outfit this morning?” She raised her arms above her head and stretched her back. I watched as she pushed out her chest. Her tits filled my screen. She brought her hands to the top of the tube and lifted it. “This is from a new swimsuit company.” She lifted herself from her seat a little to shop her hips. The droning sound grew louder. She lifted one of the straps of her panties. “This thong is from the Victoria’s Secret collection called ‘PINK’, but I guess you already knew that.” She smirked and sat down. “Do you like them, Sir?”

“Well, Miss Chua, I’d rather not say. Next time, though, I must insist that you wear something less revealing.”

Alysson pouted. “But, Sir! This is your fault!” She whined in a little girl’s voice.

“How so, Miss Chua?”

“Well, you remember when I dozed off and you gave me a second warning?”

“Yes.”

“I was in the middle of a sexy dream. Do you want to hear about it? I don’t care. I’ll tell you anyway. It’s about this hot older professor who was tutoring this young student. In my dream, I could see the professor standing beside his desk. However, the student wasn’t seated. On the contrary, the student was lying on the professor’s desk. I noticed that the professor had his pants pulled down and the student had her neck bent over the edge of the table. The professor was trying to force the student to swallow his big dick, but the student couldn’t do it. The student’s skirt was also hiked up her waist and her panties were pulled to the side. The professor had his fingers stuffed inside the girl’s pussy.

What do you think my dream means, Professor?”

I blanched at what she said. She was describing exactly the scene that led to my dismissal from FWU. I tried to regain my composure.

“I’m sorry, Miss Chua. I’m not an expert in dream analysis. Perhaps you should consult a therapist.”

Alysson looked concerned. “Do you think I should, Professor? I’ve been extra horny these last few months. Do you think there’s something wrong with me?”

“Miss Chua, I care about your physical and mental health. Perhaps you can talk to your friends.”

“I tried, Sir. The only one I can talk to about this is my cousin, but she’s busy with her own studies. I think you know her. Her name is….” She paused and smiled for effect. “… Grace Go!”

Fucckkk! Grace was the student who was sucking me off in my office. She must have told Alysson about me!

“Ermmm… Ahhmmm… I’m sorry, Miss Chua. I think we need to terminate this call.”

“Wait, Professor! Please don’t. I’m not trying to trap you. In fact, I’ve known about you and Grace as soon as it started. She really enjoyed the private time you spent with her and she was quite devastated that you lost your job.”

I didn’t know that. “Well, yes. That’s in the past. How is she these days?”

“She’s doing well. She’s only a few doors floors from my condo unit. She asks about you a lot.”

“That’s nice.”

“I have to admit that I was very jealous of Grace when she used to describe how gently you treated her. Did you know that you were her first serious sex partner? She learned a lot about her body from you.”

“I see.”

“Anyway, Sir, I’m not here to trap you. I need your help, Dr San Gabriel.”

I sighed. “Okay, Miss Chua. How can I help?”

“Well, as I was saying, Sir, this is your fault. I was having the sexiest dream and I needed your help with that.”

“How can I possibly help with a dream?”

“Well, Sir, perhaps you should sit down.”

Very well. I grabbed my computer chair and sat down. I positioned the camera to show my entire seated form.

“Perfect.” Alysson grabbed the camera and slouched down on her chair. The lower half of her body slowly came into view. “You still haven’t answered whether you like my outfit.” The buzzing grew louder.

“I don’t see how answering that question can help with your problem, Miss Chua.”

The camera continued its slow descent to expose Alysson’s hips. The tips of her thong were now visible. “Well, Sir, I’ve added a little to the outfit when I got up earlier.” The humming grew more prominent as the camera descended even further. “You see, Sir, clothing companies aren’t the only ones to send me gifts. I’m considering a sponsorship offer from a new company and need your opinion. In fact, I’ve been trying out there product and I looove it! I just need your opinion about whether this will affect my image in the long run.”

Alysson was now slouched deep into her chair. As the camera descended, I noticed that she had spread her legs and draped each of them over the chair’s armrests. The camera continued its slow descent. I could see the white fabric of her gusset that covered the top of her pussy. Unlike previously, however, the fabric wasn’t pressed smoothly against her skin. Instead, it appeared to be bunched to the side. The buzzing grew louder still.

“Professor, do you think that this is too much?” The camera panned to its objective. Indeed, Alysson had pushed her panties to the side, completely exposing her pussy. Her lips were a deep brown colour that matched her skin tone. The pussy was completely bare and waxed to baby smoothness. Her clit was engorged and prominently displayed outside its hood. The reason for her stimulation was made apparent to me and explained the buzzing sound I detected during the lecture — Miss Chua had stuffed a large, pink vibrator into her cunt and her juices were freely dripping around her pussy!

I stared at the vision on the screen.

“Professor, I’m sooo horny. Please help me!” Alysson steadied the camera position and released it. Then, she brought her fingers to her mouth, coated it with saliva, and started to rub her clit. With her other hand, she grabbed the large vibrator from behind and started to thrust it in and out of her pussy. The sloppiness of her pussy was visible and the squelching of the vibrator as it moved emphasised her arousal.

My cock was now harder than ever. I moved my hand over my slacks to give it a light rub.

“I want to see your cock, Sir. I want to see the monster that Grace couldn’t fit in her mouth. Please show me your cock, Sir!”

I stood up to undo my belt and pants. A few seconds later, I was holding my cock in my right hand and showing it off to Alysson. “Is this what you’ve been dreaming of, slut? I bet you want what Grace got.”

On seeing my cock, Alysson quickened the pace of both the vibrator’s thrusts and the rubbing of her clit. She let out a low moan. “Fuuucckkkkk! Sir, your cock is so big. It’s bigger than this toy.” She closed her eyes.

“Look at my cock, Miss Chua! I didn’t give you permission to avert your gaze.” I started to squeeze my hand up and down my cock.

“You’re such a slut, Miss Chua. You like being watched, don’t you?”

“Ughhhgghhh. I… like being… watched.”

“Imagine this cock entering your tight pussy, Miss Chua. Look how big the head is. I bet it will stretch your pussy when I fuck you after the quarantine is lifted.”

“Fucckkkk, Siriiir! You can use me whenever you want to.”

“Shut up, slut. I didn’t give you permission to talk.”

Alysson stopped talking. Her heavy breathing, the slight moans that escaped her control, the humming of the vibrator and the squishiness of her pussy filled the room via the speakers on my TV.

“Your cousin only got a chance to give me a blowjob. You’re going to do much more than that, won’t you, Sweetie?”

“Ughhh… Ughhh… Yes… Sir…”

“I think I’ll start by asking you to give me a titfuck. Take your hand from the vibrator, slut, and show me your tits.”

Alysson quickly released the vibrator and pulled down her tube top. The top was bunched around her waist, emphasising her nakedness even further. Her large tits sprung free from the confines of the garment. They were large with brown aureolae. Her nipples her as think as little thumbs and extended half an inch. They were quite engorged. She grabbed her right nipple and twisted it.

“Fuckkk, Siirrr. I want to cummmm sooo baaaddd…”

“Shut up, slut. You can come when I give you permission. Now, take the vibrator from your pussy and bring it up to the camera. Let me see how much juice you’ve produced.”

Alysson released her clit and slowly extracted the vibrator from her cunt. It was covered with white, thick girl cream admixed with thinner pussy juices.

“Your pussy is clearly hungry for attention. Now lick the vibrator clean, Princess. Show your viewers just how dirty their favourite influencer really is.” Looking directly into the camera, Alysson stuck out her tongue and lick her cream and juices from the vibrator. “You’re such a naughty girl. Now, let me see how far you can swallow the vibrator.” Allyson extended her neck and slowly fed the vibrator down her throat. You could see the top part of pharynx expand as she struggled against her gag reflex. She stopped and withdrew the device.

“Pathetic effort, Miss Chua! Please make sure to ask Grace to give you pointers before we meet. Better yet, perhaps you should bring her along so that she can demonstrate proper techniques to you.”

“Yes, Sir,” she said in a low meek whisper.

“Don’t stop rubbing your clit, slut.”

“Yes, Sir. I’m getting close.”

“I don’t care. You will only cum when I give you permission. Is that clear, slut?”

“Yes, Sir.”

“Now take the vibrator and place it against your asshole.”

Alysson stopped what she was doing completely and sat bolt upright. “Sir, no one’s done that to me!”

“Well, well. It appears that you’re not as naughty as I thought. We’ll change all that in due course. Don’t worry, Miss Chua. Simply rest the vibrator against your asshole.” Allyson relaxed and returned to rubbing her clit. I could see her tense as the vibrator stimulated the ring of her asshole.

“It feels good, Sir, but strange.”

“Oh, you’ll like it when my tongue is doing the licking.” She moaned in response. “Now, take your hand away from your clit and start fucking your pussy with three fingers. That’s about the size of my cock.” Without hesitation, Alysson jabbed three fingers into her gaping pussy. A deep squelching sound was heard. Alysson’s eyes rolled to the back of her head.

“Eyes forward, Miss Chua. I want you to see how hard you’re making my cock.”

“Please, Sir. I want to cum.”

“Quiet, cunt. I’m close to cumming myself.” I quickened my pace. Alysson’s movements became more uncoordinated as she was trying to prevent her orgasm from completing. Her hips were undulating to the rhythm of her fingers in her pussy that she dropped the vibrator.

“Fuck, Sir. I dropped it.”

“You’ll be punished for that later, slut. Take your hand and play with your tits.” Alysson grabbed her right breast and squeezed tightly. “Ugghhhhhh! I’m sooo close.”

“Look at my cock, slut. I’m about to cum. I’m going to count down from five. When I do, I give you permission to cum.”

“Five…” Alysson increased the depth of her fingers. A white ring of frothy cream was visible around her pussy’s entrance.

“Four…” Alysson released her right breast and squeezed the left. You could see the flesh bulge from between the fingers of her hand.

“Three…” Alysson positioned her thumb so that is rubbed her clit while her fingers were deep in her pussy.

“Two…” Alysson hips started to move to meet her hand, forcing her fingers deep into her cunt.

“One…” Alysson’s eyes grew wide in anticipation. Her mouth was open in a large “o”.

“You may cum, Miss Chua.”

Alyson’s body convulsed violently. Her hips rose by a foot and a half. Her legs tensed. The abdominal muscles contracted. She drew her head back and screamed. “Aaahhgghghhghg! Siiirrrrrr! Aaaaaaaaaahhhhhh!”

My own orgasm was a large one. My cock expanded in my hand. The first spurt jetted from the tip and landed on the floor three feet away. That was followed by five more ejaculates of diminishing strength and volume. I was spent.

I observed Alysson recover over a few minutes. Her breathing slowly returned to normal. She slipped from her chair and landed on the floor. When her face returned to the frame, her hair was all messed up and she had a goofy grin on her face. “That was incredible, Sir. That’s just what I needed.”

“You’re welcome, Miss Chua. Why don’t you get some rest? You’ve had a long night.”

“Yes, Sir. Thank you, Sir.”

“Before you leave, Miss Chua. I haven’t stopped recording the session since the lecture started. I have your performance saved on disk.”

She winked at me. “Oh, I know, Sir. I’m looking forward to your next online lecture.”

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