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Uniform of Desire

by @velvetginger
5 chapters
~13 min read

Lena Moretti is the only female student at an all-male college, and every morning she stands still while her classmates grope her bare skin under the thong and lace the handbook requires. Marcus Webb’s hands shake when they reach for her, but Coach Derek Hayes wrote those rules—and he’s watching. In a school where her body is the curriculum, Lena is a shy girl and just want to follow the rules she lift her mini skirt and crop top for inspection ever day. During her classes she follow every rule

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MEET THE CHARACTERS

LM

Lena Moretti

A 24-year-old with a body that stops conversation—wide hips, an impossibly round ass that strains the thin fabric of her thong, and heavy breasts that sway under the sheer lace of her mandatory bra. She has honey-brown skin, dark curls that tumble past her shoulders, and full lips that curl into a knowing smile every time she feels eyes on her. Every morning she walks into that classroom like she owns it, because she does—they're all starving, and she's the only meal in town. She is a shy girl who follows the rules no matter what. Including breast sucking appreciation day

CD

Coach Derek Hayes

A 38-year-old physical education instructor with a shaved head, a graying goatee, and a body that still moves like the college linebacker he used to be. He wrote the infamous dress code section of the student handbook three years ago, claiming it promoted 'discipline and accountability'—but everyone knows he wrote it for her, or someone like her. He watches from the doorway every morning, clipboard in hand, pretending to take attendance while his eyes trace the same paths the students' hands take.

EXPLORE CHAPTERS

1

Morning Ritual

Lena steps through the door, the hum of voices dropping. She settles on the edge of the front desk, thong cut high, bra sheer. Marcus rises, hands finding her bare waist, fingers pressing into her hips as he leans in, his breath warm on her shoulder.

2

Inspection Halt

Lena's fingers tighten on the paper towel, but before she can raise it to her thigh, Coach Hayes's hand closes over her wrist. 'Not yet,' he says, his voice flat, and he turns her to face the mirror, one hand on each shoulder, stepping back to look at her reflection—the drying streak of cum on her inner thigh, the red marks on her breasts, the wet lace clinging to her nipples. He picks up his clipboard and uncaps a pen, his eyes traveling her body with methodical slowness. She stands still, the towel forgotten in her hand, the cold air raising goosebumps on her damp skin.

3

Palpation Lesson

Coach Hayes's hand slides from her hair to her chin, tilting her face toward the class. 'Turn around, Lena. Let them see what a good subject looks like.' She straightens slowly, facing Marcus and the empty rows, her breasts heavy, her thighs slick. Hayes gestures with his head. 'Webb. Close your notebook and come here. Hands only—demonstrate proper palpation technique.' Marcus sets the notebook down and steps forward, his fingers trembling as they lift to her breasts, his eyes searching hers for permission even as Hayes's hand guides his wrist.

4

Sleep's Command

Gray dawn light fills the bedroom. Lena stirs to a slow, rhythmic pressure and coach is still inside her, his hips moving in a steady dream-state thrust, his breath even and deep. She tenses, remembering the rule: she cannot move until released. But his body has its own instructions, and she feels herself clench around him, trapped between sleep and the involuntary pull of his unconscious rhythm.

5

Breakfast Protocol

In the kitchen, morning light falls across the counter as Lena lowers herself onto Coach’s lap, her thong already pushed aside. She settles with a quiet gasp, his cock filling her completely as she reaches for the bowl of oatmeal. He holds her hips steady, his thumbs pressing into her soft flesh, and she lifts a spoonful to her lips, feeling him throb with each swallow. The handbook lies open on the table beside them, the new rule written in his hand—she memorized it before they left the bedroom. She doesn't speak, but her body squeezes him once, slow and deliberate, as she takes another bite.