Summer Internship ll

I thrust forward a final time, grunting my orgasm into Dawn's ear as a quart of spunk flowed out of me and into her sucking pussy. My girlfriend clutched at me with all four limbs, holding me tightly as if she never, ever wanted to let me go. She crooned her own climax into my ear and our bodies thrashed violently together until our energy ran out and we collapsed together, sweaty and satisfied.

"Mmm ... was that for me? Or for Kim?"

"Ahhh..." I was still lost in the bliss of my orgasm, so it took a second for Dawn's question to sink in. "Wait, what?"

The beautiful, naked blonde beneath me giggled and squeezed her pussy muscles around my semi-hard cock. "You seemed a little extra ... vigorous ... tonight. I was just wondering if any thoughts of a certain pretty Japanese-American roommate had slipped into your mind while we were fucking."

I frowned. "No. Absolutely not. When I'm with you, Dawn, I'm with you."

"Oh, I know. I know." She quickly brought her hands up to cup my face, her sky blue eyes twinkling as she smiled at me. "But don't you want her? She's playing it coy right now, but I think she's into you. And when you brought her home to invite her to stay with us, I just sort of assumed that you would eventually-"

"No-no-no." I shook my head and put a finger to Dawn's lips to stop that line of thinking. "I'm with YOU. I mean it. I spent my whole life flailing around, sleeping with ... a lot of girls. Really, a LOT of girls. But after all that, I realized that you're the one thing in my life I can't live without."

"Ben..."

"I'm serious." I took a deep breath. "A long, long time ago, my first girlfriend Megan told me that it's not enough to BE monogamous, I have to WANT to be monogamous. Well I want that, with YOU. I can go without anyone else, as long as I have you."

"But I'm not asking you to. I meant what I said at dinner: I don't need monogamy from you. I love you, Ben. I want to love you the best way I know how. And part of that means giving you your freedom, maybe even helping the process along a bit. Adrienne taught me that."

I frowned. "You're not Adrienne. And I don't want you copying her relationship with me."

"I'm not, I'm not." Dawn shook her head. Then she exhaled slowly. "Still ... I wasn't lying when I said you were wearing me out a bit. I love making love with you, and I'd like to think I'm as horny as the next girl. But seriously, I think you're starting to chafe my insides!" She chuckled tiredly.

My eyebrows furrowed. "Oh, I'm so sorry! Believe me, I don't want to pressure you into any more than-"

"It's fine. It's fine. Really. I don't feel put upon and I already told you I love making love with you." She took a deep breath. "But I almost can't wait until Brooke and DJ get up here, if for nothing else than to give me a breather."

Dawn cracked up into a giggle fit, and the mirth in her eyes was enough to make me relax and chuckle along with her. And at that, I finally slipped my spent cock from her sodden pussy, curling myself up against her side to cuddle my soulmate, my one true love.

I exhaled slowly, calming my rapid heartrate. And then I resolved to myself that I would make a conscious effort to scale back on my perpetual horniness. Dawn was right. I was used to bedding several different girls over the course of a week, more than any one girl, including Dawn, should have to handle. I loved her. I didn't need to have my cock inside her to to show it.

But Dawn just sighed as she pushed her nose into the crook of my neck. "Mmm ... So if an opportunity with either the Professor or Kim comes up, go on and take it. Just come home to me at the end of the night, okay?"

Not entirely sure what to think about that, I simply replied, "Okay."

-- JULY 2004, SUMMER BREAK --

The Evanses and my family were going up to Morris Camp on July 3rd this year. It felt like the camp group shrunk every year, as the parents were down from nine kids to only four: DJ, Brooke, and the twins. And because there were so many of us missing, we agreed to meet up as a combined family for lunch on that Saturday and then again when the families drove back down.

I'd kept in touch with my siblings during their absences. It had only been six weeks since we were all together, back when Brandi and Dayna had graduated from college. But everyone's lives had radically changed since then and we were eager to catch up.

Brandi and Dayna were settling into their new jobs and new city. It wasn't that either of them was unfamiliar with San Francisco, but visiting as a tourist and actually living there are two completely different things.

Adrienne had a rather more unusual living situation. While Ford Models had an office in San Francisco, they were headquartered in New York. She'd had to go to the Los Angeles office in and out so fast that she didn't even have time to visit Mom and Dad. And the Frederick's of Hollywood headquarters was in Phoenix. She'd been traveling so much in the past few weeks that she barely spent any time in the city. And when she was at "home", it was mostly to catch up on sleep.

The younger kids had their own updates with school and friends and the like. And then before I realized it, our time was up and both parents and youngsters had to hit to the road to get up to camp. I watched them leave with a pang of heartache inside.

For the first time in memory, I wasn't going with them. Camp had been such an integral part of my entire life, it was really hard to believe.

Still, it wasn't all bad. I was still staring after the departing cars when I felt a hand slide onto my shoulder, and I turned around to see Adrienne staring at me with bright golden eyes.

"Hi, Tiger. Think I can come home with you and Dawn tonight?"

Adrienne came home with us for Saturday night, but she also spent Sunday with us as well. For Adrienne, it was a time to get properly laid after what felt like an eternity away from me. Despite the relative proximity of San Francisco and Berkeley, Adrienne's busy schedule meant that we hadn't been together at all in the intervening six weeks. While she'd been out and about quite often even during her last semester at Cal, she hadn't been apart from me for more than a few days at a time since High School's Senior Prom. To satisfy her sexual urges, she still had the occasional encounter with a fellow model or with Felicia. But now that Felicia was getting serious with her photographer-boyfriend James, and her own hectic schedule made it hard for her to meet people, Adrienne had been going without nearly enough sex to satisfy her high libido. Plus, since Adrienne was sticking to her lesbian-plus-one-cock sexuality, she'd seriously missed her one cock.

For Dawn, it was a chance to catch a breather. She commented during one break in the action that she'd never had so much sex in a six-week period in her entire life, and her body just felt rubbed raw sometimes, despite copious amounts of lubrication. That's not to say she didn't have sex with me for those two days all three of us were together, but more often than not she was happy to let Adrienne bear the brunt of my poundings.

And for me, it was a chance to unleash my pent-up sexual energy. Without trying to be obvious about it, I'd spent the past week reducing the number of times Dawn and I had sex. Ever since her proclamation that I was wearing her out, I'd been making a conscious effort to be less demanding of her. She was willing and only too happy to please me, but I knew that her ideal number of sexual encounters per week was somewhat fewer than mine. So I was getting off less than usual – and getting antsier than usual – and the weekend spent with both Adrienne and Dawn felt like cannonballing myself into a tropical oasis after a couple of weeks dragging myself through a barren desert.

It was a good thing Kim had gone home to visit her parents over the weekend. I was so revved up to once again bury my face into Adrienne's lush bosom, bend her legs back until her knees were by her head, and ram my purple-engorged prick into every single one of her orifices that I became just as much of a sexual machine as I'd ever been. And soundproofing or not, Adrienne could scream loud enough to wake the dead.

But even I have my limits. Even with a break on Sunday to go watch Spider-Man 2 as a trio, I was pretty fucked out by Monday. So when I was in Professor Isakova's office, wrestling with an analysis spreadsheet, I didn't even flinch when Viktoriya leaned over and covered my hand with her own to direct my computer mouse where she wanted it to go.

That's not to say I didn't notice. After Kim's repeated observations that our professor seemed to want to get into my pants, plus Dawn's suggestions that I just fuck the older woman if she was interested, I'd been paying more attention to the way Viktoriya acted around me. And two weeks later, I had to admit that Kim was right: My beautiful, 40-year-old, single professor was hitting on me. If she'd been a college co-ed, I simply would have noticed it earlier.

There was the way Viktoriya posed herself, leaning forward when seated at a desk so that her full cleavage would be presented for my view. There was the way she swayed her hips more when walking around me, and the way she positioned her legs when seated to show off their length. She laughed more when she was around me. She casually reached her hand out to touch my arm or shoulder on occasion. And every so often I would catch a twinkle in her eye or a subtle wave in her eyebrows when she looked at me.

Now one could argue that these mannerisms were simply the "real" Viktoriya Isakova. The way she presented herself professionally, as a teacher, was simply different from her more natural behavior. She cultivated the Ice Queen image to command respect in the field of business and with her students. And once out of the classroom environment, she was just "letting her hair down".

But I watched the way Viktoriya acted around everyone else, even Kim. And the simple fact was: she really only flirted with me. For six weeks, that extra 'slut-button' of her blouse only came undone when she was around me. For six weeks, her giggle-ratio only went up when she was around me. And for six weeks, I was the only person she went out of her way with to share fond little touches.

But for six weeks she didn't push things any farther. Perhaps despite her attraction to me, as curious as it was, she didn't want to cross the line for reasons such as Teacher-Student regulations or respect for my girlfriend. Perhaps she was the type of woman, like Cadence, who simply didn't "pursue" a man. Perhaps she just didn't have the nerve to make a move with Kim around.

But Kim wasn't here right now. It was almost the end of the day. Viktoriya had sent Kim to the library to do some research before heading home, leaving me alone with her in the suddenly intimately-sized office. And with her hand still on top of mine as she stopped the mouse, her face rotated to me just as I turned to look at her.

Our faces stopped mere inches apart. Viktoriya was leaning forward, but was still at a higher position than me, so I found myself looking up into her smoldering dark blue eyes. When ordinary people nearly bump noses this closely, they pull away just as quickly, but neither of us even twitched. In fact, Viktoriya seemed to pucker her bee-stung, ruby red lips and tilt her head to the side to make for a better kissing angle. And I found myself inhaling deeply, taking in her intoxicatingly sweet scent as I leaned forward, feeling the urge to meet her mouth halfway.

She moved in. I didn't. Having been sexually sated over the weekend, I kept my urges in check and held my position. Viktoriya blinked when she realized I wasn't coming any closer, and she backed off just a bit. The extra space gave me room to take in the rest of her, and my gaze was magnetically drawn downward to where her shirt's neckline was hanging open.

That extra 'slut-button' was undone again. Viktoriya was wearing a gold-colored tunic with a banded-collar and three-quarter sleeves that showed off her slender arms. Her chestnut-brown hair was pinned up, leaving nothing to impede my view of her round breasts encased in a lace white bra. Like ripe cantaloupes they hung forward, compressed together, making my mouth water to find out how sweet they tasted. And I felt my breathing become shallow as I unavoidably let my gaze linger a few seconds longer through the opening of her blouse.

"See something you like?" Viktoriya asked in a demure voice.

I blinked twice and then lifted my gaze to see my professor staring boldly at me with dark blue eyes. "What are you doing?" I asked in a slightly-raspy voice.

Her fingertips started to massage my hand, still on top of the mouse. "What are you NOT doing?" she asked in the same husky tone. She exhaled and looked at me curiously. "After all this time, you've proven to be a boy who is remarkably calm about something like this, so I'm going to put the bullshit aside and just say it: I've been sending you signals for over a month now."

"And why is that?" I kept my eyes locked onto hers, despite the urge to glance back down at the proffered cleavage. My sex-addled brain had already been calculating based on the most blatant view of her tits I'd ever seen. Were they C-cups? B's in a push-up bra? She was about Dawn's height and build; did she have a similarly slender 34-chest measurement? 36? 38? Focus, Ben! I pushed the thoughts out of my mind. I'd gotten enough sex in the past two days to keep me in control of my hormones.

"Isn't it obvious?" Viktoriya giggled, turning and dropping herself into the next chair, a change in position which took away the view of her bosom. She let her right hand linger on top of mine, tickling the back of my hand with the tip of her middle finger. But then she leaned back and crossed her legs, letting the cream-colored skirt rise up her thighs to show off her toned physique. This 40-year-old woman spent a lot of time in the gym.

"You're my professor," I stated the obvious.

"So? You've never struck me as goody two shoes type. The kinds of kids who always follow the rules don't frequently fall asleep during their teachers' lectures."

I blushed in embarrassment. And then I stated the next obvious. "I have a girlfriend."

"And you have a reputation, as well." Viktoriya raised her eyebrows, her dark eyes twinkling again. "If you're rejecting my advances because of Dawn, I will respect that. Just tell me and I will not bother you again. But if it's not because of her..." Dropping off her heeled-shoe, my teacher extended a foot, letting her toe hook underneath the hem of my khakis and slide up my calf, right along my bare skin.

My eyebrows raised, and I fought to keep myself calm and rational. "Why? Surely it would be easier, and less dangerous for you, to pursue someone who isn't your student."

"I like the danger." Good lord that sounded sexy with her accent.

"Someone single."

"I want you, girlfriend or not."

I arched an eyebrow. "Why me? Why not someone older, more experienced?"

"I like my lovers young." Viktoriya's eyes glittered and she gave me a tooth-filled grin. "And something tells me that you've more experience than Professor Rutledge or the majority of self-professed lotharios prowling this campus."

I simmered on that. But before I could come up with a response, Viktoriya sat up straight and leaned forward. Her face was captivating. "We have discussed why I want you. Let us look at the other side of the issue: Why do you, so far, not want me? Am I too old for you? Do you not find me attractive?"

I chortled and bit my lip to stop from laughing, still smiling broadly while running my eyes up and down the Eastern European beauty. She was trim and in great shape. She had buoyant breasts and an ass to die for. With her strong cheekbones and delicate features, I wouldn't have been surprised to find she had a modeling past. "Ahem," I caught my breath. "That certainly is not the problem."

"You worried this body cannot keep up with you?" She grinned and let her left hand trail down the split in her tunic, undoing another button and pulling it just far enough to show a bit of her white bra cup.

I shook my head slightly. "Not worried, no."

"Then why?" Viktoriya almost pouted. "No one has ever lasted this long without taking the bait. You've got me concerned I'm losing my touch."

I took a deep breath and thought long and hard about why I hadn't taken the bait. I knew a part of me still wanted to believe I could be faithfully monogamous to Dawn. One man, one woman: That was supposed to be the ideal, right? I didn't want to just be faithfully monogamous. I wanted to WANT to be faithfully monogamous.

But the past two weeks had shown that even Dawn had a difficult time keeping up with my libido, and she'd only been rescued this weekend by Adrienne. And not helping things was Dawn's continued insistence that she would be fine with me seeking out other sexual partners. For weeks, Viktoriya had been making her intentions toward me increasingly clear. Plus, I needed a second sexual outlet. And yet I hadn't made a move. Why?

With a sudden flash of insight, I looked Viktoriya dead in the eye and asked, "Is this why you offered me this internship? Not because I deserved it on my merits, but because you wanted the opportunity to seduce me?"

The beautiful professor looked taken aback. She sat up straight, no longer leaning toward me. "Uh, well..." she muttered in surprise before looking at me curiously. "That's a fair question. Unfortunately, I don't think you'll entirely like my answer."

I arched an eyebrow.

"You deserved this internship, Benjamin. Please don't believe that I didn't find you qualified."

I narrowed my eyes at the full use of my name. Not the best way to get me aroused. In fact, it made me feel just a bit annoyed.

"But..." Viktoriya continued, taking a deep breath. "If we were to go solely on academic merits, there were two eligible students who were better than you. However, I had no interest in them, and I offered the position to you first."

I sighed, feeling dirty all of a sudden. Even though I hadn't done anything, I felt like I'd prostituted myself for a job. And that feeling of annoyance festered as a scowl crossed my face.

"It's simple," Viktoriya shrugged, grimacing as she watched the expression on my face. "I want you. And experience has already shown me that the best way for me to get what I want is during an internship like this. We work in close proximity. There are far less prying eyes around. There is both time and opportunity for me to ... make my intentions clear. This isn't a game. I am not trading you a grade for sexual favors. I will not threaten you if you turn me down. I simply enjoy younger men. At the time of the invitation, you didn't have a girlfriend. But even the presence of Dawn doesn't bother me; at the least it makes me think you wouldn't be so silly as to fall in love with me."

I thought about that and nodded slowly, in grudging acceptance for her reasons. But I still didn't like the notion that I hadn't earned this internship, and the scowl didn't leave my face. Sensing that my mood was not conducive to further seduction, Viktoriya sighed and closed up her tunic, rebuttoning the two extra buttons that she'd undone.

But whether I'd deserved the job or not, I couldn't help the attraction that I still felt to her. Older or not, Viktoriya Isakova was a beautiful woman, and she had made plain her desire to have sex with me. I lusted for her, and I knew that my girlfriend alone couldn't keep up with me. And with Dawn's words to take the opportunity ringing in my head, I leaned forward and put my hand on Viktoriya's knee.

Her eyebrows rose as she looked at me questioningly. My mind was awash with a riot of emotions: annoyance at the full use of my name, bitterness at the idea that I didn't deserve the internship, raw physical lust for Viktoriya's body, and a sense of ... entitlement.

Entitlement? That was an odd feeling for me. But there was no other word to describe what I felt. My professor wanted to fuck me and I wanted to fuck her. But after her deception, I felt that she... owed me something. There was a tension in my limbs and a coldness in my eyes as I stared at her. Rising to my feet, I suddenly felt that despite her age and status, I was in the position of power over Viktoriya. And in a deadly serious tone, I stated, "Give me your address. Tomorrow. Nine o'clock. This is not a date. We're not leaving the house. Do you understand?"

I saw a shiver run through Viktoriya's entire body, and it carried up to a quivering in her lower lip. Wordlessly, she nodded.

My breathing was heavy as I stood up straight, bringing myself to my full 6'0" height as I loomed over my professor, who now slouched a bit in her chair beneath my baleful gaze. I leaned in and watched her pucker her lips as I drew closer. She quivered and tilted her head at an angle to meet me. And as my nose approached the skin of her cheek, I inhaled deeply to fill my senses with Viktoriya's musky perfume.

I didn't kiss her. I came close, stopping my lips a centimeter away from hers. But ultimately, I took one more deep breath, grabbed my bag, and turned to the door. And with a rather dismissive wave, I walked away, saying, "I'll see you tomorrow."

I told Dawn what had happened as soon as I got home. Kim was still at the library, having not returned yet; so I was free to spill all the details without worrying about anyone overhearing.

To my surprise, Dawn just smirked and said, "Go for it." She was grinning as she propped her elbow against the couch's backrest and leaned the side of her head against her palm.

"Are you serious? You're really okay with this?" I queried.

Dawn rolled her eyes. "Did you question Adrienne whenever she sent you hunting down some poor girl who had no idea what was about to hit her?"

I blinked. "Well, no. But again, you're not Adrienne."

Dawn shrugged. "In this respect I am." She giggled and looked away, her eyes dancing. "Ohmigod, I just had a little thought about sucking Professor Ice's pussy juice off your cock!" My girlfriend squealed excitedly.

I shook my head, still a little in disbelief. "I never knew you had this kind of side to you. Even when we were sharing our sisters, you were never this ... casual ... about sex. You and Ryan were certainly pretty restrained."

Dawn's good mood suddenly plummeted. "Yeah, well. This isn't about Ryan and me; that was a different time in my life. You're right, he and I were pretty restrained. But I don't want to be restrained anymore. I told you: We deserve a little fun. Don't we?"

I shrugged and smiled.

"And hey," Dawn continued. "Adrienne always got a ton of pussy by going through you. And I love you, babe, but apart from this last weekend with Adrienne, I haven't been with another girl, either." She flashed me another wide grin. "You don't suppose Professor Ice is bisexual, do you?"

I arched an eyebrow. "I didn't realize she was sexual, hetero or otherwise," I pointed out.

Dawn giggled again. "Find out, will you? Because as much as it turns me on to think of sucking her pussy juices off your dick, it would be sooo wicked to taste her right from the source!"

My girlfriend started another giggle fit, and I just shook my head wryly, a bit in disbelief. I still had a LOT to learn about who my soulmate really was.

"You're awfully quiet today," Kim commented while nudging me in the side with her elbow. The pair of us were walking up the hill to Cheit Hall Tuesday morning to start our work day.

I didn't answer her right away. I was lost in my thoughts, and there were several seconds of delay while her comment bounced around my brain before it really registered. Only then did I turn to look at my friend/roommate and wince in apology. "Sorry. Just distracted."

"I can tell. What's on your mind?"

I shrugged. I couldn't exactly tell Kim that I was thinking about my scheduled sexual rendezvous with Viktoriya that night at 9pm. And I couldn't tell Kim that I was wondering how Viktoriya and I would interact today. "Nothing," I replied. "Nothing."

"Hmm," Kim chuckled. "Did Dawn finally manage to screw your brains out this morning?"

I arched an eyebrow.

"Oh, I heard you two." Kim shrugged. "I always hear you two. That soundproofing you installed seems to help, but the house still has really thin walls."

I shrugged. "Sorry."

"No worries. I promised you guys I could handle it. Although I figured you would have worn yourselves out last night. You both looked pretty wound up at dinner."

I grinned, thinking of the sex marathon I'd put Dawn through last night. For all her protestations that I was wearing her out, thinking about sucking Professor Ice's pussy juice off my cock had her motor racing. Dawn had been trembling with anticipation throughout dinner. And seeing Dawn so aroused had ME pretty eager as well. Kim had left us right after dinner, telling us she was visiting some other friends for the evening. She did that pretty often. After all, Kim DID know quite a few other people at Cal besides us, even if a lot of them were gone for the summer.

Anyway, about ten seconds after Kim closed the front door, I'd parked Dawn's ass on top of the dining table while I spread her legs and feasted myself on her sopping wet pussy. And we hadn't stopped until after midnight.

"Is that why you left last night?" I asked. "You sensed that Dawn and I wanted to get jiggy?"

Kim shrugged, blushing lightly. "Well, not just for that. I really did make plans to meet up with someone."

I noticed the blush and arched an eyebrow. Quickly, I rifled through my memory of the past couple of weeks. "Hmm ... you've been going out quite a bit lately, haven't you?"

Kim's blush turned pinker. "Ah, well..." she stammered, looking guilty as hell.

I stopped walking. "Kimiko Fukuzaki: What ARE you up to?"

"Nothing! Really!" she protested, completely unconvincingly.

My eyebrows raised. "Did you meet someone?"

The blush was back. "Uh, well, not exactly..."

"Oh my gawd," I exclaimed in realization. "Who? Why haven't you told us?"

"Ben! It's not like that," Kim grimaced. "Just ... can we talk about something else?" she pleaded pitifully.

I didn't want to press her, so I held my hands up and backed off. "Okay ... okay..." We were friends, but we weren't THAT close. I started walking on, and Kim went along with me. But an awkward silence descended between us.

"I just..." Kim started, her voice trailing off. For a moment, I was reminded of the time I asked her out for coffee as a prelude to inviting her into a threesome with Adrienne and me. Only this time, I could see the nervousness behind her expression. "I don't know what it is yet, okay?"

"Okay..." I nodded. "No pressure. But I'm here if you need to talk about it. Dawn and I are both here. Alright?"

Kim gave me a shy smile and nodded. "Alright." And then she turned to face forward and continued walking along the pathway.

I walked with her, glancing to my side to just to make sure she was really okay. I really wasn't trying to scrutinize her, but now that I was no longer distracted with my own musings, I started to notice something. "Uh, are you okay? You're kinda walking funny."

Now it was Kim's turn to stop dead in her tracks. Immediately, her hands went back to her hips, holding her buttcheeks from the sides. "Really? Uh ... well..." she stammered, looking guilty as hell once again.

My eyebrows raised. "Something to do with your little, ah, date last night?" I asked, unable to keep the innuendo out of my voice.

"Uhh ... uh..."

I held my hands up. "None of my business." I turned and looked forward, averting my gaze.

We walked the rest of the way in uncomfortable silence.

It was an awkward day at work. Kim would look at me and blush fiercely, as if she were trying to figure out if I knew exactly what was causing her to walk a little uncomfortably. Of course, I had my suspicions, having seen several different girls have the same difficulties after a round (or three) with me. But I had no clue WHO Kim might have been with last night, or the other evenings she was out of the house for that matter. And despite my self-resolution not to pry, I couldn't help but be curious.

Not helping matters was that Kim seemed determined to hide her state from Viktoriya. But as anyone can attest, the more you try to act casual, the more stilted your movements become. Kim's odd behavior got our professor looking at her strangely. And the more Viktoriya started scrutinizing Kim, the MORE uncomfortable Kim would become.

And the awkwardness wasn't just centered around Kim. Viktoriya paled every time she looked at me, twitching a bit with nervousness. I'd never seen Professor Isakova nervous. In all my classes with her, the older woman had projected an air of supreme confidence and control over the situation. Even after dropping the Ice Queen persona this summer, she spoke with an intellectual superiority and carried herself with a regal grace. But today, she seemed unable to control her furtive glances in my direction. It was like she didn't know what I was about to do next, and she constantly had to look over and see what I was up to, even if I was just working on something she'd told me to do. Fortunately, Kim seemed too engrossed in her own paranoias to notice.

At last, Viktoriya just got rid of me. We were entering a heavy research phase, so besides the usual internet searches and phone calls, it was not uncommon for the professor to send me or Kim out to find materials. And so after lunch, Viktoriya loaded me up with several items to locate and sent me out the door.

But before I exited, while Kim was occupied staring at her monitor, Viktoriya slipped a folded Post-It note containing her address into my pocket. "Nine o'clock," she whispered. "I'll be ready."

And with the all the confidence of a man who'd bedded several dozens of girls in his young life, leaving a majority of them unconscious and drooling, I simply grinned.

I changed clothes after returning home. Dawn actually helped me get dressed, once I told her what I wanted to accomplish. Can you believe my girlfriend helped me pick an outfit for seducing my teacher? Anyway, the shirt was a long-sleeved button-down, but with a casual neutrally-striped print instead of a standard work shirt. The shirt was untucked from my jeans. I wanted to appear like a young college student, which was apparently what turned Viktoriya on. But I didn't want to be too casual, respecting her appreciation for a more mature look than a T-shirt and unkempt hair.

After helping me get dressed, Dawn returned to the living room wearing just a casual pajama set and hopped onto a couch with Kim, a big bowl of popcorn in her hands. I'd told Kim that it was a male friend's birthday tonight, and we were going to a strip club. It sounded plausible enough and especially given Kim's privacy over her own recent nocturnal activities, she didn't ask questions.

Professor Isakova's house was a nice 2-bedroom in North Berkeley. It was far enough away from the campus that I thought it unlikely anyone would recognize me. Still, I parked the Mustang around the corner and walked around the block before heading up to the front door. And at precisely 9:10pm, I rang the doorbell.

The door flew open seconds later. The 5'9" Eastern European beauty stood there in a red satin robe, her chestnut-brown hair done up to show off her dangling earrings. Her dark blue eyes were mere slits as she folded her arms over her very prominent cleavage, and she frowned while stating in an annoyed tone. "You're late."

I just shrugged and pushed past her, my shoulder roughly bumping into hers on my way into her living room. "So?" I drawled carelessly as I took a few steps further in and started perusing the room's furnishings.

"It ... It ... It ees not professional!" Viktoriya sputtered rather shrilly. Her accent seemed to be getting thicker.

I just flashed her a sardonic grin. "What we're about to do isn't very professional."

"Well if you keep up that attitude, we may not be doing anything at all," she huffed, closing the door behind me and then strutting around to stand in front of me. Her face was the perfect expression of condescending annoyance.

My grin just got even more lopsided. "Of course we are. You didn't invite me here just to lecture me on professionalism."

Her jaw thrust out. "I did not invite you here at all. You named the time and place. And then you couldn't even make the time!"

"Oh, believe me ... You won't have any concept of the time when I'm done with you." I chuckled and then continued walking around the room, pointedly looking at everything except her. I was deliberately messing with my professor. I didn't know all the details about who she was or what she was about, but I had some idea. She was a beautiful woman, in a position of power, who seduced her students during summer internships. She always kept her emotions in check, and she was used to being the one in control.

And I was going to fuck with her sense of control.

I presented myself the way she wanted me: handsome, youthful, maybe a little cocky. I'd bedded my fair share of young co-eds, but she figured I'd never had a woman with the kind of experience she had. She wanted to play Mrs. Robinson to my Ben Braddock, to blow my mind. But Viktoriya had no idea what kind of Pandora's Box she'd just opened. In the field of business, she was the Master, toying with me, peppering me with questions that proved she knew what she was talking about and I didn't. She was never mean about it; she just never let me forget that she was the teacher and I the student.

But now she was playing in MY arena.

I finally returned back to where my professor was standing in the middle of her living room, her eyebrows furrowed and her face a grimace of annoyance. Only then did I stop to look her up and down, taking in her overall appearance.

"Verrry nice, Viktoriya," I drawled in a mildly condescending tone. "You look both sensual and poised."

"Excuse me?" she replied, looking back at me in confusion. Beneath the floor-length red satin robe, I could tell that my professor was dressed in black lingerie. She'd probably expected me to start drooling at the mere sight of her, to wilt when she angrily chastised me for being late, and to beg her forgiveness and promise to do whatever she wanted.

But I wasn't going to do any of that. Right now, I just wanted to admire her attire. Her heels were closed-toed, with 3-inch stilettos: sexy, but not trying to compete with younger tarts. Her sheer black stockings ended mid-thigh with garter straps, and my quick eye noted that the her panties were pulled on over them. Her dark bush, visible through the sheer black lace panties, was trimmed down, but was otherwise a full triangle of mature hair. And her full chest was encased in black lace as well, although the brassiere was sheer enough that the unnatural roundness of her bosom seemed to be from something other than underwire support.

"Implants?" I raised my eyebrows. "Not a criticism, just a confirmation."

Viktoriya winced. "Yes."

"You didn't go too big. 34C is my best guess."

"I did not get them done to go bigger," she said almost defensively. "It was just that no amount of chest exercises could keep them from sagging."

"What else have you had done?"

"Excuse me?"

"I just want to know."

She chewed on that for a second before sighing and stating, "The lips are collagen. The rest is all me."

I simply nodded while continuing to circle her body. For a 40-year-old woman, Professor Isakova had an amazing ass, and I told her so.

She blushed at the compliment and replied, "I practically live on a Stairmaster."

I nodded and continued circling. And for her part, Viktoriya just seemed to pose for further inspection. She managed to relax her posture, letting her hip jut out slightly as she adjusted her balance. She held her head high, and a little smile crossed her face.

"Back a little straighter," I stated as I stepped in and pushed in Viktoriya's stomach, removing some of the arch in her back. "You're already alluring, but leave the more blatant poses to younger girls."

To my surprise, Viktoriya just nodded silently. She was taking to this faster than I would have thought. And I smiled in pleasure.

"This is a lovely necklace," I murmured while stepping forward and sliding my fingers beneath the heart-shaped pendant. Viktoriya shivered when my skin finally touched hers. "I love how it draws one's attention downward." I then flipped my hand over, fingertips down as I trailed them into the valley of her unreal cleavage, feeling the silicone firmness for myself. Whatever they say about fake boobs not transmitting sensation as well as naturals, Viktoriya certainly felt my touch, and she shivered again when a fingertip trailed just over a swollen nipple, still encased in the bra cup.

And then I was back to scrutinizing her. "If you're going to go red with your nail polish, you should pick a darker hue. Something a little more maroon, perhaps, to go with this outfit and the décor of this room."

Viktoriya grimaced, but nodded.

"The hair is nice. But you'd do well to let out a few extra locks over your face." I reached up myself, pulling a few bangs loose and combing them with my fingers until she had two neat tendrils framing her cheeks to either side. "The perfectly done hair is for Professor Ice in the classroom. In the bedroom, I'd like you to look a little wilder.

Viktoriya blushed.

"Otherwise..." I mused, holding her chin. "Very well put-together. Excellent job."

Viktoriya blushed, and quivered just slightly. "Now will you stop toying with me and take me upstairs?"

My sardonic grin was back. I circled around until I was just behind Viktoriya, and I placed my right hand on her hip. I gripped her firmly, tugging her back so that my the bulge in my jeans settled nicely into the crack of her ass. And I leaned down to harshly whisper into her ear. "I will take you upstairs. I will peel off each layer of your clothing one by one. I will pin you down with one hand while I settle behind your ass and take my pleasure from your body. And I will manipulate your senses so that you explode in orgasms so deliciously powerful that you will drown in your own love juices and be rendered unconscious from exquisite ecstasy."

Viktoriya shivered and whimpered.

"I will do all this because I have the youth and staying power you've come to enjoy from your previous lovers; but I have more knowledge and experience than even you. And know this, Viktoriya," I chuckled menacingly. "I will never, ever, stop toying with you."

"AAAAUUUGGHHHH!!!"

Once more, Viktoriya's back arched as she flung her head back, screaming her orgasm at the top of her lungs. Save for her garters, stockings, and heels, my Economics professor was naked and on all fours in front of me. Her body was covered in a fine sheen of sweat. And most of her silky chestnut-brown hair had come loose to hang over her left shoulder.

"AAAAUUUGGHHHH!!!" she screamed again as I rammed my dick nearly eight inches up her cunt. I kept fucking her through her orgasm, amplifying her sensations. Her buttcheeks were firm, almost as tight as a co-ed's. Sure, there was a little extra padding, an extra jiggle in her thighs whenever I slammed my hips forward. But this experienced woman certainly knew what she was doing. And as her hips bucked and gyrated, my 40-year-old teacher was taking me on the ride of my life, using her body to milk me better than any sorority babe.

But I didn't want to cum myself just yet. I'd already blasted one load into her twat, and I was saving this one for a different hole. After literally tossing Viktoriya over my shoulder and carrying her upstairs to her bedroom, one of the first things I'd done was order her to tell me where her toy box was. And her own toys had set tonight's agenda.

The toy box had contained a black velvet sleeping mask with red trim. In lieu of a blindfold, I'd slipped that over her eyes first and then put Viktoriya flat on her back on the king-sized bed. She couldn't see me when I knelt on a pillow and began to give her a master tongue-whipping. She couldn't see before I slipped her own vibrator into her snatch. And she certainly couldn't see before I lashed one of those upright boobs with the riding crop she had at the top of her toy box. My professor certainly came harder than ever when I was whipping her like that.

It was the same riding crop I held in my right hand right now. Oddly enough, she seemed to feel more pain than pleasure when I whipped her buttcheeks, and tonight was not about punishment. Instead, I was still using it on her tits, reaching around to lightly tap her swaying boobs, feeling the rigid stick bounce easily off her silicone melons.

My left hand held the reinforced ring of a latex butt-plug, the business end of which was a couple inches up Viktoriya's back door. Pistoning my cock in and out of her juicing, saturated snatch, I wriggled that plug every now and again just to tease my professor with new sensations. And occasionally, I would reach around to tweak a nipple between my fingers or lash it with the riding crop.

"No more..." Viktoriya wheezed when she came down from that latest orgasm. I'd lost count somewhere north of ten.

"I'm not done with you yet," I growled, continuing to pound her from behind. I felt the quiver in Viktoriya's arms as she fought exhaustion, a quiver that also carried to her pussy muscles, which desperately milked my cock if for no other reason than to pull out my ejaculation so that I would stop and give her some rest. Releasing the butt-plug, I reached forward with my left hand, grabbing her shoulder and pulling back to help keep her torso elevated. But then a second later, I flashed out with the riding crop, spanking her right wrist and causing her entire right arm to collapse in response to the pain.

"Aack!" Viktoriya squealed as her chest went crashing down to the mattress. My left hand was quickly back on her hips, keeping her ass in the air while I continued thrusting into her. And then with an evil grin on my face, I reached around with the hard tip of the crop, tapping it into her crotch and carefully gauging her reactions until I finally found her swollen clit.

"Aaaah, AUGH!" Viktoriya grunted when I hit bullseye. Her ab muscles tensed and her hips bucked against me. I kept the crop pressed against that love button, rubbing it around while I continued to stretch her vaginal tunnel. And right when she started crying tears of agony and ecstasy into her own bedsheets, the formerly elegant and graceful older woman whimpered as one more climax shook her very core. "NNNNGGHHH!"

The sudden clamping of her cunt muscles was the last push I needed to find my own orgasm. I rammed through her increasingly tight tunnel twice more before abruptly stopping my thrusts. Rather than extract myself, however, I pushed down against Viktoriya's lower back with the heel of my right hand, collapsing her legs beneath the pressure so that her body went flat atop the mattress. She literally fell off my cock, and once it was free, my left index finger looped through the ring of the buttplug. I jerked the latex plug out, revealing her gaping wide anus. And then jerking my own shaft with my right hand, I brought myself to a boil and began spewing my creamy spunk right at that open hole.

"Ungh!" I grunted as the jets of sperm flew out of me.

"Ngh!" Viktoriya grunted, her butt quivering as she felt the hot splatters against her asscheeks and dilated nether hole.

And just when I finished my pressure-relieving ejaculation, I centered my cockhead against her rosebud and used my own cum to grease my powerful thrust into Professor Ice's ass.

"AAAAUUUGGHHHH!!!" she screamed again, her arms flailing out to the sides at the sudden anal penetration. But as I simply held myself at full depth inside her rectum, she was able to scream herself out and then go limp beneath me, panting for air.

We lay like that for a minute. Viktoriya was too exhausted and too overwhelmed to do anything but lay passively beneath me. My cock was still hypersensitive from the recent orgasm, especially within the tightness of her anal chute, and I was gathering my energy as well. But after that minute, I leaned in and kissed my professor's temple, the first time my lips had touched anywhere on her head. "Am I what you expected?" I asked quietly.

"Not at all..." she whimpered, still panting. I could feel her lungs trying to fill and raise her body against my chest as I smothered her.

"You thought I would just be another student, that I'd be another horny 20-year-old in awe of his all-mighty professor."

"I did."

"You thought you would be in charge. I'll bet you even thought you'd get to use this riding crop on me a time or two."

Viktoriya whimpered and squeezed her eyelids, pushing out a fresh drop of moisture. "I did."

"You're not going to. Never. Do you understand? This is my crop now. It will never be used on me. But I will use it on you. I will use it to make your body sing. I will give you pleasure, but I can also give you pain. Do you understand?"

"Yes, Master," Viktoriya crooned.

My eyes popped open and my head backed away. Did she just call me 'Master'? But I recovered quickly, not wanting to lose my advantage.

"You are now my sex slave. In public, you will maintain our normal teacher-student relationship. But in private, anywhere in private, you belong to me, understand?"

She quivered. "Yes, Master."

My dick had started to go soft after that recent ejaculation, but the way Viktoriya practically sang the title 'Master' had my cock stiffening again. And I flexed it deep within her bowels.

"This is my body. I can take it whenever I want. If I tell you to bend over, grab your asscheeks, and spread them for me, you will do so, understand?"

"Yes, Master!"

"Say it back to me."

"This is your body. You may take it whenever you want. If you order me to bend over, grab my asscheeks, and spread them for you, I will do so!"

"Tell me you're my sex slave."

"I am your sex slave!"

"Tell me you belong to me."

"I belong to you!"

My cock was an iron bar by now, and once again I flexed it deep within her bowels. "I'm going to make you cum, Viktoriya. I will make you cum as often as I want, whenever I want. And never again will you plead, 'No more.' Understand?"

She quivered, and I swear she had an orgasm right then and there. "Yes, Master!" she whimpered.

I reached up with both hands, grabbing onto her shoulders. And using the leverage to both pin her face-down on the mattress as well as push myself up, I focused my attention on my renewed erection currently stretching my professor's asshole. And with a little grin, I stated, "Let's begin again."

Sometime after 1am, I walked out the front door of Viktoriya Isakova's house and came to a dead stop. Before descending the steps down to the sidewalk, I turned and looked back at the house. Upstairs and behind me, I'd left my professor naked, unconscious, and drooling into her own pillow. And briefly, my mind flashed over everything that had transpired that evening.

'You are my Master, ' she'd moaned just before passing out. I was just a 20-year-old kid, and I was Professor Ice's "Master". Now I'd played some bondage games with Adrienne, Felicia, and the like; but this was ... different.

But I thought it might be fun, too. So with a little smile, I hopped down the steps and headed for the Mustang.

Fifteen minutes later, I entered my bedroom, where Dawn was already asleep. I'd thought about taking a shower first to clean up, but my soulmate had already told me what she wanted when I returned. So after stripping myself naked, I got to my knees on top of the bed. My cock had gone limp after cumming four times at Professor Isakova's house, but it stirred to a half-hard erection at the idea of what I was doing. And leaning forward, I put my mushroom head to my girlfriend's mouth.

Dawn stirred awake feeling the pressure at her lips. At first, her eyes flew open at the unexpected sight of me looming above her. But her nostrils crinkled at the smell and she quickly realized it was my much-adored penis pushing at her mouth. And a twinkle came into my beautiful girlfriend's eyes as she realized I was making her fantasy come true.

She opened her mouth, sucked Professor Ice's pussy juices off my cock, and then kept on sucking until I groaned and came for a fifth time that night, pouring out a reduced load of semen into her belly. Only then did I go take a shower.

Afterward, I finally spooned in behind my soulmate. And I drifted away to sleep, wondering what tomorrow would bring.