“This is a purely voluntary course. It is not designed to teach you to seduce, it is designed to get you over any hangups you may have. Some of you are married. If you stay you will have sex. Anyone who wants to leave, leave now.” I told the eight officers sitting at the table in front of us.

The eight students looked around at each other. No one moved.

“Lock the door Sam.” I ordered.

As Sam locked the door I continued. “You may call me Adam, this is Eve, that is Delilah you can call her De and Samson is locking us in, not our real names. We will eat here. Through that door are the quarters and our office. You may request a private meeting at any time with one of us. Any questions?”

“Can we leave?”

“As you were told, this is a lock-in course, no communication, no windows.” Eve answered.

“I see.” The student replied.

“You have all had a medical, are on prep and will have a course of antibiotics at the end.” I continued. 

“What about condoms?” Another student asked.

“The women are on the pill, and it would be too costly to supply condoms. Seriously, rubbers do not show commitment.” Delilah answered.

“Commitment?” Someone asked.

“You will have to convince your targets that you are serious. That's what honey traps are.” Sam answered.

“If there are no more questions we can move into the next room.”

There were ten double beds, five down each side of the room.

“One bed each, but not the first two.” I told them.

The eight students hesitated but finally the three women took the first three beds on the right and the men the remainder. 

“On the bed you will find a marker pen and a box. Pick a name and write it on the box and above the bed.” I told them.

That was done quickly. 

“Put everything in the box. There is soap, razors, everything you need in the bedside cabinet.” Eve instructed.

A few started.

“Everything. You are going to fuck everyone here, see everyone fuck and be seen by everyone fucking. This course is about facing your hangups. I want to see everything.”

A few minutes later 11 of us were naked. Most of the cocks were hard.

I looked at the chosen name, Emily. “Emily, everything off.” I placed a finger in the band of her fuck me nickers, there was a tattoo on her smooth cunt. “Cute, the southern cross?”

“Yes.” Emily said as she took the final garment off and placed it in the box.

“Put the lid on the box and put it in the office.” Sam told them.

“Stand by your beds. Look at each other. In a honey trap there may be a hidden camera and people you work with may see that film. There is no point being shy.” I said.

“Let's start with something simple. Ladies pick a man. Lay on his bed.” Eve instructed. 

Everyone looked around, the men hoping and the women thinking.

“Any man will do.” De urged. 

Emily crossed to one of the men. The others followed picking their own.

“Fuck them guys. Stars please ladies.” Eve instructed.

I walked between the beds. “I want spunk in those holes. Yes I said that, get over your hangups. Spunk in cunts.” 

Three asses pumped. Two men looked on with a mix of disappointment and lust.

“What shall we do with you?” I asked the other two men. “De, Eve, would you like to fuck them?”

“Yes please. On your back. Nice hard ones De.” Eve commented.

Eve sat on John and slid his cock into her. “Nice cock.”

De took up reverse cowgirl. “Fuck that is good.” 

“First load delivered. Mind a second cock?” I climbed between her legs and sank my cock into her full cunt. “You can talk to me. Tell me how much you like it.”

“I love you.” She told me. “I yearn for every moment with you darling.

“I wish I could be with you more.” I continued her role game. 

“Do me please do me.” She came. “I love you, I do, so much.”

“I know, I love to.” I filled her.

“It will always be you.”

I stayed in her, hard and deep. “That is how you play a man. Well done.”

I got up. Eve and De were still riding their men.

“How many times have you cum?”

“4” De said.

“3” Eve confessed.

“You've had your fun, get them off.”

They both changed the way they moved and the cocks exploded.

“Guess who sleeps on the wet patch?” Sam asked.

There were no answers. 

“Most courses frown on sex. It is positively encouraged here. If someone asks for a fuck, feel free.” Sam continued. 

“That is what we call an ice-breaker. Let's shower and have lunch, lesson two after lunch.” I informed them.

The showers were one room with six shower heads, no dividing walls.

“You can share showers and wash someone's back.” I explained. 

Everyone paired off apart from the last man into the shower who deliberately waited for a who shower to himself.