Trained to Submit

By

Powerone

1

Seduction

Monika slowly got dressed for class, today the first day of her plan. She had been trying to figure out how to do it for over two months now, Monika a determined and inventive girl once she put her mind to it. It sounded like a ridiculous idea but she even Googled the subject, surprised to find that the Internet contained a wealth of information on the seduction of a professor, and it didn’t seem to be the taboo subject that many made it out to be. It was different than high school; college students were more sophisticated.

Her medium-length auburn hair hung down just below her shoulders, pushed a bit to one side in front to give her that “sexy” look. At five feet six, one hundred ten pounds, her figure made boys fawn over her, but at twenty-three, she was looking for someone older, more mature. A man that knew what he wanted and would demand it. It wasn’t that she was a virgin, though her experience was limited to three boys. One had lasted a few months, the others shorter, all of them sexually unfulfilling for Monika, the boys more interested in getting inside her and pounding away until they came, never paying much attention to her, just a convenient place to park their pricks until they came.

She pulled on the white blouse over the lacy bra, leaving the top button open. “Dress sexy,” the websites had said. “It doesn’t hurt if you absentmindedly play with the top button on your blouse or reach inside to slowly scratch an itch.” Her breasts weren’t huge, but were more than ample to draw attention to her deep cleavage, a small gold cross hanging from a chain looking almost anti-religious as it nestled between her tanned breasts. She stood in front of the full-length mirror, her blue plaid schoolgirl skirt in her hand. It was great to live in a time where schoolgirl outfits were for the fashion conscious, not the perverts. She wrapped it around her; the short skirt leaving a wide expanse of naked leg, even shorter when she would be sitting down. She sat in the front row of his class, where she could shyly cross her legs, but her skirt would ride high up her legs. She slipped on the heels she bought just for the skirt. A fun heel, plaid like her skirt, not too high, but high enough to accent her shapely calves when she walked, hoping to entice him as she walked out of his class. And she wore a white thong underneath her skirt to remind her how naughty she was.

She whistled at the image that shone back from the mirror. God, she made herself wet. “You ready to go?” She yelled to her roommate.

Cassandra stepped out of the bathroom, grabbing her books, stopping dead when she saw Monika. She was really going through with this. “If he doesn’t jump your bones, he’s blind or gay.” Monika had told her of her desire about a month ago, both of them talking about it endlessly, Monika finally getting enough nerve to do it.

“Neither, I’m sure,” Monika responded. They were both grad students, Monika wanting to become one of Michael’s TA’s, teaching assistants. Each summer he would take off for some distant location for a study, never knowing where it would be until the last moment, a select group of his TA’s accompanying him. It was the chance of a lifetime, Michael the head of the Economics Department, a brilliant scholar and a member of the current administration in a Washington advisory committee on economic affairs. And he was damned attractive, mid forties, single, though he was never without a woman on his arm in the newspapers. He dressed like the typical Ivy League college professor, a sweater usually during the cold winters, or a polo shirt in the summer, his chiseled chest more like a man half his age. He wore dress slacks that looked like they were tailored for him, Monika’s eyes focused on the bulge in the front and his tight ass. But what drew her attention the most were his hands. Large, powerful hands, Monika almost cumming in her panties each day she stared at them in class, imaging what they would do to her or make her do to him.

“You have lots of competition,” Cassandra reminded her. There were more rumors about Michael than any other Professor on campus. And they all couldn’t be false. Yet girls flocked to be one of his TA’s.

“I don’t mind sharing,” Monika shot back. And she meant it, though she had heard rumors the other way also. Michael would share with the other Professors, Monika not sure how amenable she would be to such an arrangement. While she was enamored with Michael, she didn’t know how she would react to being sexually available to others that Michael would demand of her. Would my attraction to him and his powerful animal magnetism draw me deep into the dark side?

“Get going, you don’t want to be late. That’s not the way to get him to notice you.” They closed the door behind them as they rushed across the campus, Cassandra leaving Monika to go to her class, Monika’s heels clicking down the hallway as she entered the lecture hall. She was surprised to see Michael already standing before the class, her eyes looking up at the clock, noticing that she wasn’t late. He must have just arrived early, Monika taking full advantage of the situation as she strutted to the front of the class, her hips swinging from side to side, her short skirt swaying hypnotically. She looked at Michael, his eyes not failing to see her outfit, her eyes looking down, catching a glimpse of the bulge in the front of his pants. Her eyes looked up at Michael, turning red as she realized that he was watching her, catching where her eyes had been.

It was getting near the end of the semester, Michael glad that summer was almost upon him. He had lost one of his TA’s to a car accident, not serious, but enough that she had dropped out of school for the semester. And a lovely redhead no less, redheads always stirring his cock. He hated to train a new girl so close to the summer, preferring to do it earlier so he knew what he was getting for the summer. But necessity forced this upon him, and it wasn’t that he didn’t have a bevy of girls eager to submit to him, willing to do anything for him, though Michael did test them to the farthest limits. None failed to live up to his expectations no matter what he required of them. He had a list in his head of the girls he was considering, one of them coming into the class now. And from the looks of her, she also had set her eyes on him. While she always dressed well and flattering, she was dressed to impress this morning, difficult to do at 8 A.M. Yet she carried it off with flying colors, his cock stirring as he saw the gentle sway of her short schoolgirl skirt, the gentle bounce of her breasts and the tanned cleavage that boldly showed through the unbuttoned top of her blouse. And from the way she was boldly looking at his cock, she was eagerly seeking the position under him. Which is where that lovely body would end up if she was successful.

“Good morning, Michael,” all the students calling him Michael, Monika trying to say it with a sexy voice. She still felt a heated flush on her skin from being caught boldly gazing at his cock.

“And a good morning to you, Monika.” You look good enough to eat he would have loved to say, but the room was filling up fast. “Tantalizing,” he said in a hushed tone that he hoped only she would hear.

She felt a rush of arousal between her legs. Did I hear him correctly? Tantalizing as in teasing she hoped. She beamed brightly, Michael had noticed her more than usual. She had had three classes with him already in her academic career, so he knew her, and she often answered questions in class and did well in his classes. But today she felt they had just reached a new plateau. He noticed her in a new way, Monika hoping that it was in a sexual way. She put her books down on the desk, letting Michael look at her a little bit longer before she sat down. She noticed he backed up from the lectern, and then it dawned on her the significance of the seemingly innocuous movement. He wanted to be able to see beneath her table. Not to disappoint him, she sat down slowly, letting her legs part just long enough to give him a brief glimpse of the mysteries that lay between her tanned thighs in the darkness under her skirt. She crossed her legs, making sure the short skirt rode up high, giving Michael a good view of her long legs, Monika suddenly getting this image of them up over his shoulders as his big cock split her up the middle.

“Come to attention,” Michael starting the class. His eyes followed Monika all through the class, often she would answer his questions, Michael gazing down to see her hand playing casually with her leg, drawing his eyes back down under the desk. By the time the lecture was over, his cock needed relief, thank goodness he didn’t have a class next period, and Dana, one of his more willing TA’s, would be available to take care of his most pressing need. The class began to spill out into the hallway, Michael noticing that Monika was still seated as if waiting for something. He made believe he was gazing down at his notes, waiting to see how bold she would be.

“Excuse me, Michael,” Monika clearing her throat as she stood next to him. She was wearing a perfume that an older woman would wear, another hint from the Internet. Michael looked up from his notes.

“I’m sorry I didn’t hear you, but I was intoxicated by your perfume.” It wasn’t the fruity fragrance worn by most college girls.

“Opium,” she responded. At $240.00 for .5 ounce, it better draw his attention.

Michael drew next to her, his nose just inches from her neck as he inhaled in the perfume. “A mystifying fragrance, just as you are, Monika.” He wanted to kiss her neck, sure that she wouldn’t mind, but he wanted her to work at seducing him. So much more fun and it would make her more amenable to the acts he would give her to perform in order to get the job, though he never had a girl refuse, though some had been reluctant. But he liked a bit of reluctance in the girls he selected, not wanting brainless bimbos.

She shivered when he came so close, her body tense as she waited for him to touch her, but he moved away without doing it, Monika disappointed, but more determined. “I was wondering if I could make an appointment to see you later.” She quickly remembered, her hand sliding back and forth where her blouse split open, letting her fingers glide along the opened blouse, Michael’s eyes following her every movement. She felt another button pop open unexpectedly, so she took advantage of the situation, her finger tracing along her cleavage until she found the cross, the gold heated by her skin. She fingered it nervously.

Such lovely tits she had, tanned pillows for his head or his cock, her fingers playing along her cleavage to attract his attention, Michael not wanting to disappoint her. “I always have time for you, Monika. What time?”

“Three, if you’re available.”

“Of course, that would be fine. I look forward to seeing you.” He watched as she walked out of the hall, the soft clatter of her heels, the hypnotic sway of her ass, even the rustle of her short skirt as she walked away. Michael enjoyed a luscious ass more than most men. As Monika would soon learn.

Dana was in his office, grading some papers for his afternoon class.

“Are you just about finished?”

She looked up at the sound of his voice. Dana smiled at Michael. This was her last semester, graduating in June. She would miss Michael. And the unbelievable sex, still not able to fathom the pleasure she got from him or understand why she enjoyed pleasing him so much. In spite of the things that he demanded her to do. Or maybe because of what he demanded her to do. She knew why he was asking, hearing the click of the lock on the door as Michael closed it. She felt him behind her, shivering when his hands touched her shoulders, Michael never failing to excite her with his touch. “Do you want me?” She looked up to see the bulge in his pants. She knew better than to ask why he was that way, sure that one of his students had enticed him with her lovely body, Dana doing it also at one time.

“Yes, I would hate to go through another class with a hard-on.” He rubbed the front of his pants boldly, Dana watching his hand, her tongue coming out of her mouth and licking her lips. “Your mouth, I think,” Michael proclaiming his preference.

Dana could already taste him in her mouth as she got up from the chair. She took off her sweater, unbuttoning it slowly. She reached back and deftly undid her bra, letting it slip off her arms and placing it on the desk. Michael liked her naked, at least to her waist, when she sucked his cock, enjoying feeling up her tits and tugging on her nipples. She kneeled obediently at his feet, her hands undoing his pants with two years of practice, the zipper sliding down, his cock straining to get out of his shorts. She pulled his pants down to his ankles, reaching out with her mouth to grip the edge of his shorts in her teeth, adroitly pulling them down effortlessly with her mouth, teasing him with her abilities. His cock sprang to life in front of her, freed of the tight confines of his pants and shorts, bobbing up and down. She knew every inch of it, all eight inches, her hands, her tongue and mouth exploring it with such intimacy. Her hands cupped his heavily laden balls, feeling the heat as she gently squeezed them until his cock twitched in pleasure.

Dana went to work on him with years of experience; maybe that is why he needed something new. Dana was good, never failing to draw the cum from his balls, but he would like something new, seeing the look in a girl’s eyes the first time she sees his cock, or looking into her eyes as he slowly feeds his cock into her mouth, her eyes opening wide as she suddenly realizes that he wouldn’t stop in spite of reaching the back of her mouth. But Dana’s tongue brought him back to reality, one of her soft hands holding his cock, while her hot breath blew on the head of his cock making it shudder. Her tongue slipped out of her mouth, slowly and sensuously running all over the head of his cock as her hand held it prisoner. His hand went to the side of her head to guide her forward, her mouth opening to accept the head of his cock, her silky lips sliding around the shaft as she captured his organ in her hot mouth. Her tongue went to work attacking his cock trapped in her mouth, all the while her hands moved around his cock and balls, one hand stroking the shaft up and down, masturbating his cock in her mouth. Her other hand gently kneaded his balls. He felt her powerful suction as she drew his organ into her mouth, her tongue dancing over it. His hips began to move, feeding more and more of his cock into her mouth, his hand holding her head still.

She looked up at him, Michael wanting to see her eyes and her mouth encircling his cock as he took her. Both hands now gripped her head, Dana knowing exactly what he would do. His cock moved quicker in her mouth, each time going deeper until she felt it. The head of his cock banged against the back of her mouth. She almost gagged, but Michael pulled back out, only to thrust in again, Dana bracing herself for the inevitable. Despite years of practice she couldn’t stop her gag reflexes, Michael’s thick cockhead busting into her tight throat. She gagged, her throat opening up in response, Michael taking advantage to shove his cock into the breach. Dana felt the burning as the cock rasped painfully down her throat like a giant snake.

Michael still enjoyed the way her throat gripped his cock in the soft passage, her muscles straining to shove it out, his hips driving it back into her throat each time. He saw the tears in her eyes, her nostrils flaring as she tried to breathe through her nose, her mouth plugged by his thick cock. His hips became more urgent as his balls tingled with his impending orgasm; Monika had made his cock hard so hard that he needed this relief. He pumped his cock in and out of her throat, enjoying her choking and gagging, but giving her no pity, his pleasure uppermost in his mind.

He finally pulled from her throat, Dana knowing that he was ready to blow his cum into her mouth, not wanting anything messy like cumming on her face. She sucked in a lungful of air, Michael’s one hand slipping down to cup on of her naked breasts. She felt his cock swell in her mouth, sucking hard as Michael bellowed out loud his pleasure, his fingers finding one of her nipples and twisting it until she cried out onto his cock in pain. That was all Michael needed, cumming abundantly in her mouth, her cheeks bellowing out as they filled with his hot cum.

She swallowed the mouthful of cum, only for Michael to shoot a second and third load into her willing mouth, his salty cum coating every inch of her mouth. He pumped his cock until he was satisfied that she had all of it, Dana waiting until then to dutifully lick his cock clean. He pulled it out of her mouth, Dana licking her lips as Michael dressed. She put on her bra and sweater, sitting back at the desk to finish grading the papers. After all, this was what a TA should be doing while not sucking the Professor’s cock. Michael said little as she worked on a paper, kissing her lightly on the cheek, his hand affectingly caressing one breast as he did. He left for the next class, Dana locking the door as she masturbated, needing relief after satisfying Michael.

Monika went into his office, the door open, Michael sitting at the desk, his head down, deep into what he was reading. She looked around, no one else in the office. Had he sent the TA that was usually in his office away on purpose, or was it just my imagination? “AAHHH,” clearing her throat to get his attention, Michael looking up at her and then his watch. “Two minutes late.” He brushed his papers aside then looked back up at her.

Her whole plan seemed to fall apart when he said that. She scrambled to think of Plan B. “I’m sorry, Michael.”

“We will discuss that later. What can I do for you?”

“I just want to talk about my thesis. I have some questions on the approach. I was thinking about bringing in the multiplier effect of money, but I’m not sure if it is appropriate or would be effective in the situation.” She clamored to sound like there was a reason for this, even though she knew that it would fit the paper precisely.

“It’s funny that you mention that. I have been trying for six years to do an economic study of Cuba’s socialist’s government. While they never turn me down, they postpone it every year. Lately, I don’t even consider it, having a secondary study for the summer. This year I expect nothing to change. Fidel is aging, sixty-five this year, but he will probably live to be a hundred. Your theories would fit nicely into that study.” Michael didn’t fail to notice Monika bent over his desk before sitting down, the same two buttons left open, but her breasts almost spilled out of her lacy, white bra. In spite of Dana’s expert mouth, his cock grew to attention again. “And yes, it would fit nicely with your thesis.” Though he expected she already knew that.

She sat down, but not before she gave him an eyeful of her tits, almost afraid that one would pop out onto his desk. “Yes, I heard about that study. That’s why I applied to be one of your TA’s. That and I could be very useful in helping you with your class load.” And I would love for you to fuck my brains out, and give me a load of your cum, she thought to herself.

“Yes, I saw your application. You are one of my most promising students.” He paused for a moment to let her savor the compliment. “But your competition is just as gifted. It takes a special girl to become my TA. She must have a special willingness. A girl that is willing to give all of herself.” He moved his chair back so he could see her legs as she sat in front of him.

He had moved back to see her legs, her hands moving down to lightly run over her knee cap to keep his attention. She uncrossed her legs, leaving them slightly parted, her hands drawing up her skirt so carefully but not to look so bold. “I will put my body and soul in this job, Michael. If you let me.” She sucked in her breath as she said it, slightly emphasizing the word body, hoping it didn’t sound desperate. Or whorish.

He picked up some papers as if he were contemplating what she had said. “Very well, Monika.” He dropped a pen on the floor, watching as it rolled down toward her as if it had a mind of its own. He didn’t move to get it, waiting instead for Monika.

“Let me get it,” Monika standing up. She bent over, turning sideways so he got a good glimpse of her ass. It was one of her best features, and she never failed to use all of her assets to her advantage. She bent over, not bending her legs but bending at her waist, feeling her short skirt riding up, sure that her thong was revealed, at least partially. Her breasts fell, almost spilling out of her bra, but she slowly picked up the pen, pausing before standing up.

Michael’s cock grew harder as her skirt rode up and her luscious ass flesh was partially revealed. He wanted to reach out and touch her, but that would be giving in to her. No, he still wanted her to work for it. She finally stood up, handing him the pen as she sat back down. She didn’t cross her legs, this time her legs parted wider. She was pulling out all the stops to seduce him.

“As I was saying, I consider you one of the prime candidates, but there is much more to the selection process. First, there is a personal interview with me. And then the final two are interviewed by not only me but some of my colleagues. I am successful because of my close relationships with my colleagues, and I do everything to maintain that. My TA must also have that same close relationship, so that individual has to be able to work intimately with them.” He chose his words carefully, not failing to see that Monika picked up immediately on it.

So maybe the rumors are true. Monika wasn’t sure how she would handle that, but she would think about it later. For now she would accept it and continue aiming for her goal of becoming his newest TA. “You will find me very accommodating, Michael. I am intelligent, personable and one of your most promising students. You will find that I am an asset that you can depend on this summer no matter where the study is.” She stressed the ass, in asset, seeing the way Michael looked at her ass.

“Very well, you will be my last interview.” He took a small piece of paper, scribbling down his address on it. “Seven P.M. tomorrow night.” He paused for a moment as he handed her the paper. “It is at my home where my TA’s do most of my research work, the office being too cramped and the computers too outdated to do my research justice.” He saw her look. “That’s not a problem, is it, Monika?”

“No, Sir,” she shot back. His house. Would we be alone? She could only hope, though it did scare her a little. But that made her wet as her mind raced though the infinite possibilities.

“And don’t be late again! We still have to resolve your indiscretion of today.” He reached over, his hand falling on one naked leg, almost hearing her gasp in pleasure when he touched her skin. He squeezed her leg, his hand moving just up from her knee to touch her inner thigh, her legs still parted. “I hope that you are accommodating.” He felt her legs part wider as if giving him all the access he wanted, but he pulled his hand away, leaving her sitting there with her legs spread.

She was sure that she had cum when he touched her, her legs spreading on their own as she felt his large, hot hand squeezing her flesh. God, she wanted so bad to push her pussy onto his hand. She hated when he moved his hand away, looking down to see how obscenely her legs were spread. She closed her legs, blushing as she looked up. “I’ll be on time, Michael.” She got up, turning her back to him, her heels clicking as she walked to the door, swaying her ass exaggeratedly. She didn’t look back until she was already down the hall. She took her first breath again. She had done it. Or at least she had gotten into the finals for TA. If she became his TA, she knew it would only be a short time until she was in his bed, his strong hands guiding her body into the position he liked, Monika following his lead, eager to please him.

2

The Interview

It was a large house, perfectly restored to its former beauty. There was a wide front porch with white pillars that rose up to the roof, double doors with windows down each side making it look so inviting. It was almost what she expected of Michael, a stately retreat for a renowned economist. She had decided to dress conservatively, more fitting of an interview than a seduction. She was right on track to her goal, not wanting to push it, all she had to do was get through this and into the final two.

She had masturbated last night, numerous times, each time her office visit would race through her head, each time she would add more to it, her fingers dancing over her naked body, her legs spread so invitingly. She went over every word that he said, but some stuck in her mind more than others. And with those, her mind ran rampant. Accommodating. She wasn’t sure what he meant by that, but her imagination ran amok, all the way from helping the other professors to being in a room with four of them, Monika naked as they fondled her body, her hands forced onto their hard cocks as Michael sat back and watched. She came during that one. Intimate with them. Again, Monika on her knees, four cocks all waiting for their turn in her mouth, cumming on her face when they climaxed. Monika came again. And the final one. Resolve your indiscretion. That left her speechless but not without fantasies. Her mind slipped back to the days when school teachers used a ruler on unruly students, visions of the stern teacher punishing his errant students. She didn’t want to take that any farther, it scaring her. But it also made her cum again, Monika finally falling into a peaceful sleep, her body exhausted from the multiple orgasms that sapped her energy. But the morning found her refreshed, though she didn’t understand why she was also aroused.

She looked at her watch, five minutes to seven. She walked up the four steps, the lights burning brightly on the porch. A dog barked in the background, scaring her as her finger trembled on the doorbell. She could hear it ring inside, a loud clanging. She waited patiently, hearing Michael walking towards the door, Monika already knowing the sound of his footsteps by heart. She smiled as Michael peeked out the side window, the door opening, the sight of Michael making her heart skip a beat.

“I’m glad you’re on time,” Michael commented as he saw her, not failing to remind her of her indiscretion. He smiled at her to put her at ease. He looked her over starting at her feet, medium heels making her legs shapely, a tight skirt, but more modest than the schoolgirl skirt. A suit jacket snuggled tightly around her breasts could not hide them from his gaze. He let her pass, his eyes catching her ass snuggled tightly in the skirt. His cock was already hard in anticipation of tonight.

“It will never happen again, Michael,” Monika trying to put it behind them, but Michael seemed to have an obsession with it, Monika hoping that after tonight it would be a past issue and that she’d really manage to be always on time. She could feel his eyes on her ass as she passed, paying special attention to make sure that her skirt clung to her ass. And she had a surprise on underneath her skirt if she got as bold as she wanted to. Hoping it would please Michael, hoping she knew what an older man liked.

Michael ushered her into the large living room, the furniture mostly antiques in line with the style of the outside. A small fire was burning in the fireplace, a large overstuffed chair and ottoman nearby sure to be Michael’s, the table next to it piled with books. “Have a seat,” helping her to the couch. “I was just going to get a brandy, can I get you one?”

“Yes, that would be great,” Monika sitting down, pulling her skirt down as she crossed her legs. “You have a lovely home.”

Michael brought two brandies back, passing one to Monika, sitting in his chair, taking a sip before he put it on the table beside him. “Thank you. I spent considerable time and money restoring it to its original beauty. It’s such an elegant lady and I hated to see her in disrepair.”

“Do you like that period?”

“While I try to be a modern person, I do enjoy the past. When things were less complicated. Relationship were less complicated, men and women knew what was expected of them.”

“It is hard for me to understand that, not living during that time. But I was brought up strictly, taught to obey my elders.”

“Yes, obedience is lacking in many of the youth of today. They want to think everything through. Fortunately, or unfortunately, depending on how you look at it, my TA’s have to subscribe to my fundamental beliefs. Or at least obey them.” Michael took another sip of his brandy, as did Monika. “Now that we have the pleasantries out of they way, tell me why I should pick you to be my TA?” He sat back in his chair, knowing that Monika had this down pat. She would have never come if not prepared. And she was good at it. Better than any of the others.

Monika instantly sprang into action. She had been preparing for this for weeks, practicing on Cassandra last night until Cassandra gave up on her; only her masturbation exhausted Monika enough to let her sleep. Monika talked for over twenty minutes, Michael interrupting only briefly to ask a question, genuinely interested in her. She even noticed that he hardly looked down at her legs. She could see it in his eyes, Monika instantly knowing when she was successful in getting her point across. She had him. She finally wrapped it up, summarizing why she was the only right choice for TA. She stopped, taking a big sip of the brandy, feeling it burn as it went down.

“I am quite impressed with you, Monika. You are one of my promising students and would be an asset with any study I do this summer. Are you willing to devote one hundred ten percent to this endeavor?”

“That is a yes. I will be your most willing TA.” The word just suddenly popped into her head. “And accommodating.”

“There is still an interview with some of my colleagues. They are more of a taskmaster than I am. You know all of them, having had classes with them. They will test your obedience.” He looked into her eyes, trying to gauge whether she understood the implications of her decision. “But I can assure you that if you are selected, I will show you a new world that you never knew existed. And I know you will fit in perfectly. And it will open up opportunities that few will have. Your life and future will be shaped beyond your expectations.”

She shivered with excitement at the thought of being his TA and going to some distant country to study with him. To meet famous people, politicians, economist, business leaders, Michael knowing all of them, fitting in with all of them, learning from them. Just the contacts could change her life forever, opening up new avenues for her. “I would be honored to serve you, Michael.” And she meant it sincerely.

“Friday at nine. Here. You will get a chance to impress my colleagues as you did me. There will be only one chance, so make your decisions carefully. My colleagues can be very unforgiving, and so can I. Now get us another brandy to celebrate your success.” He watched her as she got up, coming across to take his glass. She knew where the brandy was, observant as she watched him before. She brought it back, Michael noticing the gentle sway of her hips as she walked. Now for the true test.

Monika stood in front of him, handing him the drink.

“Congratulations,” Michael clicking his glass against hers, taking a sip before he put it down on the table. He watched her as she took a sip, finally pulling it away from her lips. “Give me your glass.” He saw the puzzled look on her face as he took it and put it on the table next to his. She started to go back to the couch but his voice stopped her. “Stand here in front of me.” He moved forward in the chair, pushing the ottoman out of the way.

Her legs could barely hold her up, trembling so hard when he told her to stand in front of him. She didn’t know whether to be scared or excited, all of her fantasies rushing into her brain at one time.

“Take off your jacket. It’s a bit warm in here with the fire.” His eyes watched her as she slowly took it off, her breasts straining the buttons of the white silk blouse as she arched her back to take it off of each arm. He reached out when she offered it to him, placing it neatly on the ottoman. “You are a lovely girl, but you know that already.”

“Thank you, Michael,” saying it with smugness.

“Now your blouse. Take it off.” He said it with coolness, almost a natural thing for him to say.

She looked at him, her fingers shaking as they reached up to the top button and fumbled with the button. A button that she had done thousands of times but now seemed almost impossible. It finally popped open, her fingers moving down to the next one, this one a little easier as her nerves began to calm down. She wasn’t sure what she was doing except for obeying him, not sure how far he would go to test her. Obedience, he had said it before. She pulled the blouse to the side as she popped open the third button, revealing part of her white lacy bra. It was cut low as though she knew this would happen, or maybe just hoped it would. Her chest heaved up and down as she tried to fill her lungs with air, her face flushed as she looked at Michael as her fingers continued with their mission. She finally pulled the silk blouse from her skirt, one last button to undo. She pushed it to the side, her bra exposed to his eyes. And his eyes were fixated on her breasts. She unbuttoned the cuffs, finally pulling it off her arms. She folded it and handed it to Michael as if it were the most normal thing to do. She watched as he placed it on top of her jacket.

“You have lovely breasts, Monika. Do you want to take off your bra and show me your bare breasts?” Her abundant cleavage was revealed, no cross to draw his eyes, only lovely tanned flesh. His hand went down to his pants, her eyes following as he un-cramped his rigid cock in his pants. His cock jerked when she unconsciously licked her lips.

“Anything for you, Michael.” Some of her nervousness was leaving, Monika feeling more secure, though the uncertainty of what he would ask her to do did scare her. After all, she wanted this as much as he did. Her hands went behind her back, deftly unsnapping her bra. She crossed her arms in front of her, slipping the straps off of her shoulders, cradling the bra under her hands, still covering her breasts. She waited, teasing Michael, finally letting the bra fall to the floor, her hands covering her naked breasts. Her nipples felt huge as they stuck into her palms like sharp points. She saw his impatience, Monika letting her hands slipped to her sides, her hands hanging uselessly as her fists clenched into a tight ball. She looked down, her breasts showing no tan lines, standing up like sharp cones, her nipples pointed and hard. Michael’s eyes didn’t leave them, not a word came out of his mouth.

Her breasts were much nicer than Dana’s, Monika’s nipples larger and harder, dark brown areolas surrounded her nipples like giant targets. Her breasts were heaving up and down, her face flushed as she stood half naked in front of him, showing him her body for the first time. He wanted so bad to press his face between them and suck her nipples, but he needed to tease her, to make her want him as much as he wanted her. To make her willing to do anything to get him. And she would have to on Friday. Michael stood up, his eyes feasting on her naked breasts as he walked behind her, her head turn slightly to see where he was going. “Lace your fingers behind your head.” He was behind her as her hands came up, her fingers joined at her neck. “Push your elbows to the side.”

She didn’t notice it before, but there was a large mirror that shone back her reflection, Monika seeing Michael behind her. Her face was flushed as she saw how she looked, naked from the waist up, her hands behind her head thrusting her naked breasts out. And her nipples hard as rocks, the slightest breeze in the room sending a tingling through her breasts. Would Michael touch me? She held her breath in anticipation, wanting so bad to feel his fingers on her nipples. “Mmmmmm,” trying to quell her moan as Michael’s hands slid around her waist. He pulled her back until she felt the unmistakable bulge of his cock on her ass, her pussy growing wet in anticipation. She wanted him inside her, wanting to turn around and touch his cock, take it out and stroke it. She began to move her hips from side to side, hearing the gentle rustle of her skirt on the front of his pants.

Michael felt her masturbating him with her ass, enjoying her movements, his hands sliding up her bare skin, a gasp from Monika’s lips as he touched her. His hands slid slowly up her sides, feeling the goose bumps appear on her skin. He felt her putting her head back onto his shoulder, her body surrendering to him.

She gave into him, leaning back against him, her body on edge, her breasts waiting for the touch of his fingers, her nipples aching for his touch. She looked in the mirror, watching his hands as they slid up beneath her breasts, holding her breath as she waited for the first touch. She wanted this so bad. His hands came up, in front of her breasts, her nipples almost feeling like they were reaching out to touch his hands. Then she felt it, not a hard touch like she was expecting, but a light touch, Monika barely able to feel it as his palms brushed lightly over her swollen tits. She arched her back until her nipples pushed into his warm hands, hard tips rubbing back and forth over his palms, barely able to hold back her moans of pleasure.

He wanted to pinch her nipples, but he barely touched them, feeling her body shiver in lust. She couldn’t wait, thrusting them wantonly into his palms, Michael teasing her by moving them farther away, Monika not to be denied, pushing out harder, her back arching obscenely.

“EEEEEWWWWW,” her nipples throbbing with blood in sync with the rapid beat of her heart, his hand rubbing back and forth over the swollen tips. Then she realized that it was her, not him that was moving, seeing her reflection in the mirror, her back arched, her chest shaking back and forth as she teased her nipples onto his palms. “Please!” Her voice begged for him to touch her. “Touch them. Don’t make me beg.”

Michael would never deny an aroused woman her pleasure, his hands moving in and encircling the firm, young flesh of her breasts, feeling the hardened points jab pointedly into his palms. He squeezed them, still gently, his hands moving back and forth to continually tease the swollen tips. His fingers sought them out, his fingernail outlining her areolas, moving closer and closer towards her nipples.

She was sure that she came in her pants, her panties wet, her thighs clenched tightly together as if she could somehow quench her lust. No one had ever touched her like this before. Most boys pawed at her breasts, considering that foreplay. Not Michael, his hands were teasing her, his sharp fingernails rubbing around her areolas, drawing closer and closer to her nipples. Her legs were ready to give out, feeling like rubber as she leaned against him for support. “OOOHHHH,” his fingernails rubbing all around her nipples, the edge of his nails feeling like sharp knifes as they sent tremors of pleasure between her legs. “EEEEEEWWW,” finally getting what she desired, his strong fingers gripping her nipples and squeezing them. Her nipples were so sensitive, sure they were connected to her clit as he squeezed and pulled gently on her nipples, Monika looking down to watch as he stretched them. He twisted them as he pulled them, Monika arching her back.

She had to have the most sensitive nipples he had ever seen, her moans of pleasure more from someone being masturbated than having her nipples played with. He would remember that, having a number of ways of stimulating them, from pleasure to pain. His hands went under the soft under belly of her breasts, hefting them up, his fingers continually curling around the nipples. “Do you like your tits played with, Monika?”

She couldn’t lie if she wanted to, he heard her moans of pleasure and she didn’t want him to stop. “Oh yes, yes.” She felt so comfortable with his large hands around her naked breasts as if they belonged there. Suddenly they were gone, her breasts neglected as he moved in front of her again. “Don’t stop!” She hated it, but her voice sounded so desperate.