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by Powerone




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  CONTENTS

  CHAPTER 1—Seduction

  CHAPTER 2—The Interview

  CHAPTER 3—Final Exam

  CHAPTER 4—Surprise Trip

  CHAPTER 5—Cuba, the Land of Mystery

  CHAPTER 6—El Presidente

  CHAPTER 7—Trip into the Unknown

  CHAPTER 8—Rebel Capture

  CHAPTER 9—The Plan

  Epilogue

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  TRAINED TO SUBMIT

  By

  POWERONE

  ISBN 978-1-60089-382-7

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  Copyright © 2008 Powerone

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  CHAPTER 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.

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bsp; "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.

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  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 s
nake.

  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.

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  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.

 

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