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.
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