by Powerone
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CHAPTER 3—Final Exam
Monika was already stripped down to her bra, leaving on the garter belt when Cassandra came back home. Her panties were cut up by Michael.
"You don't look well fucked,” she said bluntly. How could a man see her like that and not fuck her?
"Not even fucked.” Monika was confused. Excited about being one of the finalists, but also extremely horny. And Michael telling her she couldn't cum only made her hornier.
"Well, what did he do?” Cassandra couldn't believe that Michael didn't fuck her. What was he, crazy?
"He made me strip almost naked for him."
"What's an almost?” Cassandra laughing. “You don't even have any panties.” Cassandra hated to admit that Monika had a great body.
"Like now, but without the bra.” Monika took off the bra. “See?"
"Baby, that is naked. And he couldn't get up his dick to fuck you when you look like that?"
"God, his hands felt so good on me. He played with my tits while I posed with my hands behind my neck. I even rubbed my ass against his cock. His big, HARD cock.” Monika almost took a defensive stand against Cassandra picking on Michael.
Cassandra could see that Monika was disappointed, hugging her. “You okay, baby?"
"Okay, I'm great. I got the final interview, one of two. Friday night.” Monika began to grin. Not getting fucked wasn't that bad. Or at least not now.
"Now that's much better. What else did he do?"
"He made me spread myself open for him. Front and back,” Monika admitted, hard for her to say the back.
"You showed him your asshole? You think he'd do it in your ass?” Cassandra's boyfriend had tried to get her to go along with being fucked in the ass, but his fingers were bad enough. She could never take a thick cock up her ass. Not without a lot of pain.
"I know he will. He asked if I was a virgin. Back there."
"Did you have to suck him off?” He had to get something out of this.
"No, nothing. Though he did use ice on my nipples. I thought I would cum when he did it. But then he just told me to get dressed and he would see me Friday.” Monika didn't tell Cassandra about the other Professors, not sure that she would understand. Monika not even sure she fully understood what she was doing. Or what she might have to do.
She seemed to be taking it okay, and knowing the reputation of Michael, it wouldn't be long before he was fucking her. And that is what Monika wanted. One of Cassandra's hands slipped down over Monika's naked stomach and pushed through her bush. “You want me to give you some privacy so you can masturbate?” She felt Monika's wet pussy, knowing she couldn't go much longer without cumming.
Monika slapped her hand away. “NO!"
Cassandra pushed away. Was she offended by me touching her? They had done if often, though they had never made each other cum. “You want to do it by yourself?” Cassandra teased her.
"No, I'm not going to do it. Michael told me I couldn't,” she added.
"A man told you not to cum and you listened?” If a man told her that, she'd be jerking off in front of him before she even left just to show him.
"Yes.” Monika was determined not to disappoint Michael.
Cassandra slapped Monika on the ass, suddenly seeing that her cheeks were red after Monika yelped from the slap. “You forgot to tell me that."
Monika turned red. “He spanked me because I was two minutes late."
"Of course he did, girl. Why shouldn't he. You are such a naughty girl.” Cassandra went to her room, leaving Monika. She didn't know where Monika was heading with this relationship, but as long as she was happy, that's all the counted.
* * * *
It was the longest couple of days for Monika. Everything made her horny. Her mind would continually go back to that night at Michael's, especially when she went to his class. She would look at his large hands, still able to feel them on her ass cheeks as he spanked her, or at least she imagined she did. And his smile, making her heart melt. She was so glad that it was Friday, getting dressed, Cassandra leaving her alone since that night a couple of days ago. Monika wasn't sure if Cassandra understood what she was doing, Monika not even sure sometimes. She just had this overriding desire to please Michael. No matter what he wanted from her. That is what excited her and aroused she was. Each morning in the shower she would play with her pussy, careful not to let herself go too far and cumming. Michael would disapprove of that. And she didn't want to do anything that Michael would disapprove of. But it only made her hornier.
She dressed in a staid business suit, just like the night with Michael, still not sure what would happen tonight. She walked into the living room, Cassandra waiting for her boyfriend to pick her up. “Are you okay with this?” Monika somehow felt she needed Cassandra's approval. Or reassurance.
Cassandra was very different from Monika, preferring boys her own age. But she never tried to put her morals on someone else. If Monika wanted older men, then Michael was a perfect catch. And there were lots of other girls at the university that thought the same way as Monika. “Monika, I support anything that makes you happy. And if it gets you laid, all the better. You're a real cunt when you're horny,” Cassandra laughed as she said it.
"You don't have to be so damned right all the time,” Monika realizing how much of a bitch she had been. And she was right, it was because she was always aroused, a situation she never had to contend with before. She only hoped that tonight was a success, and Michael would pull her aside and fuck her brains out. “And you better hope that I get laid tonight, or I'll make your life a living hell."
"Amen to that. Now off you go and get some nice cock."
* * * *
Monika arrived early this time, almost twenty minutes early. She wasn't going to get on the wrong side of Michael, though a spanking wasn't the punishment that she thought it would be. Each time she thought about it, it was with arousal, not fear. She looked at the house, trying to imagine what would take place tonight, a combination of fear and arousal. She finally got out of her car, her heels clicking on the cement as she approached the porch. She walked carefully up the front steps and was about to knock on the front door when it opened abruptly, scaring her for a second. There was Michael as if he was anxiously awaiting her arrival. Or was he just hoping to catch her being late?
"Good evening, Monika. Glad to see you're punctual. You do seem to train well.” He opened the door for her, seeing her dressed in a very conservative business suit. But he also noticed that it was cut for her body, accentuating her full breasts and her tight ass. His cock thickened at the thought of what lay beneath her staid clothes, the other night almost a distant memory. Tonight he would explore her much more. And she would provide for his pleasure. And that of the others.
"Hello, Michael.” She heard the word train and her pussy grew damp with desire. “I just want to please you.” She could hear voices in the living room, all male. Michael ushered her into the house, the door closing behind her with such finality, sealing her fate.
She wasn't surprised by the guests, all of them her professors. There was Dr. Swenson, a middle aged man, a few years older than Michael, but far from being as handsome, or as fit as Michael, a mid-life paunch around his middle. He was married but that didn't look like it stood in his way, for his wife was nowhere in sight.
"Welcome, Monika.” He looked her up and down, always wondering what she looked like beneath her clothes, Monika always dressing fashionable in class and for her generation that also meant sexy. But tonight it was a conservative suit that hid her body from him, but he hoped that it was only temporary.
"How are you, Dr. Swenson?” He was an excellent professor and had helped Monika more than once on her thesis. Would I have to repay the favors tonight? She felt a hand at her waist, turning to find Dr. Martin, standing next to her. Now Dr. Martin was more like Michael, though he was a New Yorker, the city, his manner and speech fast, like the city. He was built slim, youn
ger than Michael, a bachelor, a playboy most said. And he loved his students, some more than others. It had been rumored that he would bed two of them at the same time, desiring much more personal attention than only one female could give. And like Michael, he had no problem finding willing subjects.
"Glad to see that you could make it, Monika,” Dr. Martin drawing Monika close to him.
She felt his possessiveness, pulling her until their hips touched. He had eyed her in his class, but Monika had always been draw to Michael, not Dr. Martin, though not sure why. “I'm honored to be here."
"And last but not least, Dr. Stone.” Michael introduced her to the final member. Dr. Stone was the senior member of the group. If it wasn't for Michael, he would be the Chair of the Economics department. Michael tried to make this slight on him as easy as possible; after all he was an excellent instructor. So he made sure that Dr. Stone became part of the inner circle that would have the perks afforded by his willing TA's.
Dr. Stone was the oldest professor, Monika sure that he was in his sixties and looked every bit his age. This was going to be harder than she expected. While Michael aroused her, none of the others did, except for maybe Dr. Martin. She only hoped that she was wrong on what she would have to do.
Michael brought Monika a drink, the frost on the outside of it reminding her of the ice that he used on her nipples the other night. “Thank you."
"I hope it's not too cold,” Michael teased her. He wished he could see her tits, to see if they grew erect at the thought of the ice on them.
Monika took a sip of it, scotch and soda. It wasn't what she usually drank, but Michael didn't bother asking her. “I like the cold sometimes,” Monika swiftly responded to his sexual innuendo. The evening was not what she had expected. They stood around, the men gathered around her as if she had the most profound things to say, perched on her every word as they talked over economics and the world economies. They were actually finding out how much she knew. Maybe it was just her fertile imagination that made up this ludicrous scenario.
Michael gave her the third drink, not too bad because two hours had passed, and you could not tell if they had affected her. The other professors were impressed with her, not that he didn't think they wouldn't be. They all knew of her knowledge, tonight was more to see how she would carry herself with others. Not with students like her, but foreign dignitaries, politicians, the movers and shakers of the world. When Michael went on one of his studies for the summer, it was part work and part socializing. It was just as important to get his ideas in front of the people that could shape the world economies. And to have a bevy of beautiful, yet intelligent, girls with him to expound his opinions only made his views more universally accepted.
Monika felt a little buzz, but was able to control it. She looked at her watch, two hours since she arrived and the men still hung onto every word she said, though they did force her to defend herself numerous times, Monika proud that she was able to do so easily. She was proud of her and by the look on Michael's face he was also, beaming like a proud father. Or lover, she hoped.
"Let me take your jacket. It's getting a bit warm in here.” It wasn't a question and Monika realized immediately it also.
Dr. Stone held her glass as she took it off, noticing that all of the men eyed her breasts as she strained to pull the jacket off. It dawned on her that this was how the other night started with Michael. Were things about to change? She clenched her thighs together, hoping to smother the arousal she felt. Four older men all eyeing her differently now. She handed the jacket to Michael, who put it carefully down on the couch.
Dr. Stone handed back her drink. His hand reached up and brushed the hair from the side of her face. “You're a very intelligent girl, Monika. And beautiful."
She felt a shiver race through her body as his fingers touched her skin. She looked at Michael and he nodded back to her. It was more of a nod of assurance. Then she felt Dr. Martin put his hand around her waist again, this time his fingers moving as he touched her. She saw Michael stepping back, but his eyes on hers. She could see it in his eyes. He wanted her to be “accommodating.” The word suddenly stuck in her head.
Dr. Martin moved behind her, pressing up against her. He pushed Monika's hair away from her neck, gently nibbling on her neck as he moved toward her ear. His hands encircled her waist, holding her pinned up against him, feeling his cock twitch in excitement as her firm ass rubbed against him. She didn't try to get away from him, few of Michael's prospective TA's did. Not the one last night, the girl very accommodating for all four of them. Dr. Martin would see which of the two girls would be better. Sexually better.
Monika felt him kissing her neck, sending shivers through her body, no place more than her nipples, feeling them grow erect beneath her staid white blouse. He began to stick his tongue in her ear, the dampness between her thighs growing. Dr. Swenson was standing in front of her, Monika looking at his hands at they moved up almost as if they were in slow motion. She watched them move up and gently cup her breasts as if he owned her, Monika looking at Michael again for his approval. He was smiling. Dr. Swenson's hands became more insistent, squeezing her breasts, Monika feeling her swollen nipples crushed by his hands. She never would have fathomed her professors doing this to her, but she couldn't deny the hands that caressed her breasts or the hard cock that was pushed against her ass.
"Such great tits, Monika.” Dr. Swenson cupped his hand under her chin, tilting her head back until his face was only inches from hers. He pressed closer until his lips touched her soft, silky lips. His tongue snaked out of his mouth and forced its way between her clenched lips until he felt her surrender. His tongue slid easily inside her mouth, French kissing her.
She couldn't believe it, but she was being kissed by a man that she wasn't attracted to. Not only kissing her, but French kissing her, his tongue forced into her mouth. And his hand returned to her breast, kneading it like dough. And Dr. Martin's hands had slipped down to her hips, guiding them from side to side, Monika's ass used to masturbate his throbbing cock pressed against her. She didn't know how far they would take this, but she knew she couldn't do anything to stop them. Not if she wanted to be Michael's TA. And his lover. The tongue pressed deep into her mouth, running over her gums and teeth, all the while his hand squeezed and kneaded her breasts, moving from one to the other, her nipples swelling with pleasure.
Dr. Swenson pulled away from her mouth, eager to see her tits. He looked into her eyes as his fingers adroitly began to unbutton her blouse, having lots of practice yesterday. She looked down at his fingers but made no effort to stop him. His finger traced down her cleavage as he pulled the blouse to the sides after each button was opened, a luscious set of tanned breasts tantalizingly revealed. He saw the goose bumps appear on her chest as his finger traced the deep cleavage, back up along the edge of the low-cut bra. He finally pulled the blouse from her waist, pushing it to the sides. His hands slid over her naked stomach to cup her bra-encased tits, enjoying the way her lovely flesh tried to escape out the top of her bra. He could feel the firm flesh beneath his fingertips. He kissed her again, this time her mouth opening without asking, her tongue darting out to touch his.
He was making her half naked and it felt good. Too good. Even Dr. Swenson's kiss and Dr. Martin still nibbling on her neck and ear aroused her. And the way Michael looked at her excited her beyond expectations. She enjoyed the way he was looking at her as the men began to ravish her. Dr. Martin pulled her blouse from her shoulders, her arms pulled behind her as he pulled it down. She felt him stop, the blouse holding her arms pinned behind her. She panicked when she felt it. A sudden rush of wetness spread between her legs as she felt the helplessness of her arms being bound. She had never felt such a thing before and it scared her. She began to struggle.
"Calm down,” Dr. Martin pulling the blouse off of her arms. She had panicked, not sure why. He felt her naked skin, running his hands up her back until he came to her bra strap. She began to relax again. He made
short work of her bra strap, his hands sliding up her arms and slipping the straps off of her shoulders and down her arms. She submissively put her arms to her sides so he could strip off her bra and make her naked to the waist.
He pulled the blouse off of her, Monika regaining her composure. She didn't know what happened. One minute it felt good, the next minute it struck terror in her. It was as if she lost all control over her body. She felt her bra released, her breasts spilling lose of the confining garment. She put her hands at her sides as it slipped down her arms, sending delicious tremors through her body as the fabric slid over her swollen nipples. Dr. Swenson's hands returned, this time Monika able to feel his hands on her naked flesh. Not strong demanding hands like Michael's, but cold, limp flesh that pawed at her youthful breasts with haste. In spite of that her nipples welcomed any touch on them, swelling.
"Now those are nice firm tits,” Dr. Swenson commenting as his fingers dug into her firm flesh, feeling her sharp nipples sticking into his palms.
"Let me see,” Dr. Stone moving along side Monika. Being associated with Michel allowed him to play with such delicious young flesh in spite of his age, the one last night just as accommodating. His hands reached out and cupped one naked tit, hefting it up as his head bent over, his mouth already opened as it encircled the thick nipple that pushed out so provocatively. He gripped onto the hard nipple with his mouth like a baby, sucking the nipple deep into his mouth, his tongue waiting for it, slapping back and forth over the hardened bud.
Dr. Swenson was not to be outdone, hefting her other breast up, his mouth sucking the nipple deep inside, slurping loudly as his tongue played over her nipple.
"Stick those tits out, Monika.” Dr. Martin stuck his fist into her back, forcing her to arch her back provocatively, her breasts shoved deep into their eager mouths.
Her nipples were attacked with a vengeance, both of the men sucking them so deep that she felt the nipples stretching, their tongues lashing out at the sensitive tips. And Dr. Martin was not idle, his hands sliding down her hips, gripping her skirt and pulling it up, Monika feeling it slowly slide up her legs. Tonight was different, no nylons, no pantyhose. Just naked legs and a modest pair of panties. She couldn't do anything when his hands slid under her skirt, hands finding her pussy, rubbing it with no preliminaries. Not that she needed any, sure that he found her panties soaked. She shoved back, only to find his hard cock pushed deeper between her ass cheeks, her skirt yanked up high, leaving her only with her panties to protect her. As if they were any protection.