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-- JULY 2004, SUMMER BREAK --

Despite everything I had done to her last night, Viktoriya was a model teacher the next day at work. In sharp contrast to the previous day, when she would pale and look at me nervously, wondering what I would do next, she seemed perfectly normal as she went about her business. She guided Kim and me in our research, advanced her own projects, and more or less did her job.

I suppose it was because Viktoriya was already used to this. I don't know how many students she'd seduced over the years, but she apparently knew how to separate those covert encounters from her work life. Her interactions with me were perfectly comfortable. She still flirted some – to completely stop would have drawn attention to itself – but despite her proclamations that I was her "Master" last night, today she didn't hesitate to correct me with ruthless efficiency when I made an incorrect assumption or drew the wrong conclusion in my work-related analyses. Back in public, our private relationship simply didn't exist.

Everything changed when Viktoriya sent Kim out for research. She followed Kim to the door and silently flipped the lock after the younger girl left. And then my regal, composed Economics professor turned into a slutty vamp right before my eyes.

She started by pulling the pin out of her hair, letting the silky, chestnut-brown locks descend over her left shoulder in one fell swoop. She pivoted her hips, thrust out her chest, and pursed those collagen-enhanced lips. And with a fire in her dark blue eyes, Viktoriya sensuously moaned, "I belong to you, Master."

Immediately, I felt a tent in my shorts forming. "That you do."

"You may take me whenever you want," she rasped. "Would you like me to bend over for you?"

She was too eager. As much as I wanted to lay my professor across her own office desk and fuck her within an inch of her life, I didn't want to give her the satisfaction just yet. She wasn't the one in control; I was. So with a smug grin, I shook my head and turned my gaze back to my monitor. "No," I replied curtly.

Viktoriya whimpered and pushed off the door, stalking me like a jungle cat. Her Russian accent thick, she asked pleadingly, "Would you like me to give you a blowjob? I will kneel for you underneath that table."

"No."

She whimpered pitifully again. "Will you come to my house tonight?"

"No."

She was on the verge of tears, standing next to my chair, leaning over and desperately trying to get my attention. "When can I have you again? Sir, I am going crazy!"

Coldly, I put my hand on her side to push her away. She was blocking my view. "That's not my problem."

"Please! Nobody has ever made me feel like you did last night! In forty years, NOBODY ever did that to me! I NEED you!"

For once, a hot babe using the word 'need' on me had no effect. My thoughts went entirely to my girlfriend, and with a stern look I stared Viktoriya down until she stopped blubbering.

Only after she quieted did I state flatly, "Not. Tonight."

Whimpering again, Viktoriya sank to her knees on the carpeted floor. She rolled her shoulders back and clasped her hands together behind her ass, putting her in quite the submissively alluring position. That extra slut-button on her blouse was undone, and her position thrust that unnaturally round cleavage at me. "Why not? I will do anything for you, Master. Anything!"

I shook my head dismissively. "Tonight is for Dawn. Can you understand that?"

Viktoriya grimaced. It was like she'd momentarily forgotten I had a girlfriend, so lost she'd been to her own lust. Biting her lip, she quivered and then looked back at me with a plea in her eyes. "Please, tomorrow? Here, in my office. You may come to my house! Wherever you want. Whenever you want. Do you not understand? You have only now taken me. You cannot now abandon me!"

I rolled my eyes. "I haven't abandoned you. Just not tonight."

Viktoriya gulped and quieted down. She looked away, lost in her own thoughts. And thinking that she was accepting the situation for now, I returned my attention to my screen.

But the beautiful professor then took a deep breath, drawing my gaze back to her. She held it for a second, fear in her eyes, before she exhaled slowly and then looked at me with big puppy dog eyes that would have rivaled Eden and Emma for desperation. It was truly a strange sight to behold, coming from a 40-year-old woman who typically held a position of power over me. "Does ... Dawn, does she know about us?"

I arched an eyebrow. "What makes you think I'd tell my girlfriend about us?"

She bit her lip and winced nervously. "I ... I do not know. I have ... I never have had a student tell his girlfriend before. But ... I have heard things about you. I thought that perhaps-"

I waved her off. "Yes, Dawn knows. I don't keep secrets from her."

Viktoriya gave me a little smile of hope. "What if..." she began slowly. "Would you let me join you? Join you and Dawn? From what I have heard, most of the women you have been with ... They like women as well."

I arched an eyebrow. Was she serious?

"Let me please you, Master. Let me eat your girlfriend's pussy while you fuck her. For your entertainment, you can watch us pleasure each other. I will submit to her as well, if you so wish. But please ... I need to feel you inside me once again. My body ACHES for you."

My brain raced back to a memory of Dawn telling me to take the opportunity when given. Not only did she want to suck Professor Ice's pussy juices off my dick, but she'd stated an interest in tasting her right from the source. If Viktoriya was serious about her offer, I knew that a threesome with both her and Dawn would be coming soon.

"Fine," I stated quietly, studying Viktoriya's reaction. Her eyes lit up in both delight and relief. But there was a glint of something else there, a sense of smug satisfaction that she'd gotten her way. And there was even a little pride, as if she were telling me, 'That was too easy'.

Well, we couldn't have THAT now, could we? So with a smug grin of my own, I added, "But not tonight."

Viktoriya's face fell. I just chuckled and returned to my screen.

[WHUMP!] Dawn's back hit the mattress hard enough to bounce her back into the air a bit. She was giggling as I landed atop her, my knees to either side of her legs as I reached down and started tugging her shirt over her head. Quickly, I then unsnapped her bra and pushed the cups up to her neckline so that I could get my hands on those glorious tits while leaning down to cram my tongue into her mouth.

"What's gotten into you?" Dawn gasped between giggles as I continued to ravage her body. "I love it when you go all manly apeshit on me."

I didn't respond right away as I was still in the process of removing her skirt. After being teased and titillated all afternoon by Viktoriya, who was desperate to get me to crack and just roughly take her in her office, my angry cock was throbbingly hard. Even leaving work and heading home had done nothing to abate my erection. And as desperate as Viktoriya had been to fuck me, I was equally desperate to bury myself into Dawn. So by way of answer, I looked up and replied, "I think you were wrong."

"Wrong? About what?" Dawn queried and then moaned as I speared a finger into her moist channel.

"About Professor Ice," I panted as I fumbled with my own slacks, shoving them and my shorts down to my knees. Quickly, I freed myself and then centered my cockhead against my girlfriend's gateway to paradise. While not soaked, she was wet enough for entry. And leaning my weight forward, I began to press myself inside.

"Ohhh, Bennn..." Dawn sighed as I slid in the hilt.

When my pelvic bone clicked up against hers, I exhaled in relief and then smirked down at my girlfriend. "Getting me to fuck her isn't going to mean I need you less. If anything, I'm going to want you even more."

Dawn giggled, wrapping her legs around my waist and starting to undulate herself against me, rocking my thick cock within her wet channel. "I think I'm okay with that."

Dawn and I were so preoccupied that night that we missed dinner. In fact, we screwed each other so hard that we fell asleep immediately after, napping for an extra hour and a half before waking up around 8pm.

I was just groggy and trying to figure out my own name. But Dawn popped up, gasping, "Kim!"

"Huh?"

"Kim ... as in our roommate..." Dawn shot me a 'well-duh' look. She looked at the clock and started looking for her clothes. "We missed dinner. We totally disappeared on her."

"Hey, hey ... relax," I said soothingly. "She's a big girl. She can take care of herself. I'll bet she came home, heard us rattling the headboard, and made herself some food. I'm sure she's vegging out in front of the TV right now."

Dawn screwed up her face. "You think so?"

"Of course. If not, then she went out to meet with other friends. She has a life beyond us, y'know."

My girlfriend sighed. "It's just ... I don't want her to feel excluded. We're getting to be friends, and she already feels a little bit like an intruder into our private little bungalow. A couple of days ago, she told me she was thinking she should find another room to rent to give us our little honeymoon back."

"Would that be so bad?" I reached up and started rubbing Dawn's naked spine. Good lord my girlfriend was so sexy. She was leaning forward, with the sheets around her waist. I could just see the curvature of her left breast through the gap between her arm and torso, and I found myself leaning across the bed to peer around the arm blocking my view of her tit. Another few minutes of ogling, and I was going to want to start another round.

My girlfriend furrowed her eyebrows and gave me a strange look. "Is that what you want? I thought you specifically wanted to bring her here. That's why I agreed to let her move in."

"Uh, not specifically. She needed a place to stay for a couple of months and we had all the room." I frowned. "Do you WANT her gone?"

"No, no, of course not!" Dawn shook her head. "Like I said, we're getting to be friends. We stayed up chatting all last night while you were, ahem, 'at a friend's birthday party at a strip club'. Did I get that right?"

I grinned and slapped Dawn's arm. "You know full well where I was."

"That I do."

I arched an eyebrow and took a deep breath. "Speaking of Viktoriya, there's something I need to tell you."

Dawn gave me a curious look. "What?"

That I've made her my sex slave? That she wants to come home with me so she can eat your pussy while I fuck you from behind?

"Oh, where to begin?" I sighed.

Dawn looked to the door, as if she had one last fleeting worry about how Kim was doing without us tonight. But then my adoring girlfriend just gave me a smile and said, "Just tell me everything."

So I did.

It turned out, Dawn really needn't have worried about Kim. She spent the evening away from the house and got dinner on her own, although she was a little circumspect about exactly who she'd spent the evening with. Not wanting to push the shy, semi-nervous girl, Dawn and I let the matter drop and we settled in for an evening of channel surfing on TV.

Once again, though, Kim was walking a little funny in the morning. But once again, I wasn't about to press Kim. Because once again, I was more curious to see how Viktoriya was going to react to my presence.

Just like yesterday, she seemed utterly and completely normal. I had to admit I was impressed. I, for one, didn't have nearly the control over my emotions Professor Isakova did. Her ability to keep her cool was remarkable, which just made her outbursts, whimpers, and pleading behind closed doors that much more surprising.

We got our first chance to be in private when Kim excused herself to go to the bathroom. The moment the door clicked shut, I glanced over to my professor's desk, wondering if she would suddenly transform into a simpering, wanton sexual slave. But she seemed to have figured out that the more she pleaded, the more I would be compelled to deny her and make her wait further. So a full thirty seconds later, with Viktoriya having done absolutely nothing to get my attention, I pushed my chair back and stood up.

"Viktoriya," I stated in a deep, commanding voice.

She stiffened at the tone, noticeably shrank, and darted her eyes over to me. "Yes, Master?"

I smirked at the title. "Stand up."

She did.

"Bend over your desk."

She did.

"Lift up your skirt. Pull your panties down to your knees. And spread your asscheeks for me."

The quiver started in her lower lip, carrying down her chin and to her neck. Once the quiver hit her chest, her entire body vibrated momentarily. And she tilted her head back and gasped lightly as if she'd just had an orgasm. Only then did Viktoriya do as I asked, hunching her skirt up to her waist, dropping her thong panties to her knees, and reaching back to spread those perky buttcheeks.

Unexpectedly, my hand clamped over her mouth before I touched her anywhere else. I jerked her head back while she squeaked into my palm at the same time two fingers of my right hand invaded her pussy channel. She was already wet as I drove the digits all the way into the last knuckles, and her legs immediately started trembling.

It didn't take long. Within seconds, Viktoriya was whimpering in unison with my thrusting fingers as I plunged in and out of her increasingly wet cunt. And when I sensed that she was getting close, I abruptly pulled my left hand off her mouth, planted it in the middle of her back, and slammed her face-down onto her own desk. Viktoriya couldn't help but moan as her chest hit the desk surface, scattering her papers. And then I pulled my fingers out of her snatch, moved both of them forward to bracket her clit, and strummed it while inserting my thumb into her pussy in their place.

"Oh, oh, nnnnghhh!" Viktoriya tensed up and came. Her feet briefly left the floor, making her pelvis dig into the corner edge of her desk. If I wasn't holding her up with my hand in her crotch, she might have slipped off. As it was, the sudden weight just drove my thumb even deeper into her snatch.

At the very instant that she stopped shaking, I yanked my right hand out and grabbed the back of her collar with my left hand. I jerked Viktoriya back onto her feet and then manhandled her around and back to her chair. Roughly, I sat her down while she panted and just tried to get her bearings. And then I stood beside her, feeding my honey-coated fingers into her mouth so she could taste her own orgasm.

"Mmm..." Viktoriya sighed as she suckled eagerly.

And then the latch of the door clicked as Kim re-entered the room. By the time she looked up at us, all that could be seen was Professor Isakova sitting at her desk, looking at her monitor. I stood next to her, looking attentively at the screen while my professor pointed out something to me.

Still, despite Kim's presence, I leaned down and whispered into Viktoriya's ear. "Tonight. Dawn and I will be at your house at seven o'clock. Prepare yourself."

Dawn and I had told Kim that we were going out on a date, which was true, more or less. Dawn was quick to suggest that Kim might go out as well, to meet up with her mystery boyfriend. But Kim just blushed and said she would stay in tonight.

Unlike last time, when I'd deliberately arrived late, I rang the doorbell of Viktoriya's house at precisely 6:50pm, ten minutes early. To my pleasant surprise, she opened the door almost immediately, already dressed for sex.

There was a momentary flash of panic in Viktoriya's eyes when she saw Dawn standing beside me, which was quickly replaced by arousal as she backed away to let us come in. I closed the door while Dawn and Viktoriya stood in the foyer, just sort of looking at each other curiously. But when I turned back, my sex slave's attention was entirely on me.

"Stand at attention," I told her in my command voice. "Do not move."

Viktoriya set her feet and then posed, holding her hands behind her back and standing erect to present herself for my inspection. Next to me, Dawn arched an eyebrow, asking me with her eyes, 'Where is THIS attitude coming from?'

I just shrugged my response and gave her a look that said, 'I don't know. I'm just making this up as I go along.'

Still, I kept my face impassive as I circled around the older woman. It was a good thing her front door was perpendicular to the sidewalk, and therefore completely out of view from anyone not standing on the porch, because her outfit would have caused a scene should it be seen in public. Everything started with her face. Headgear with three leather straps wrapped around her head, one horizontally across her forehead, the second with a cutout to fit her nose, and the third holding in place an orange rubber ball gag, which currently prevented our professor from speaking. She wore a studded leather collar, with a D-ring in front just like Adrienne's, only without the attached leash. And her torso was half-covered by a steel-boned corset that was completely absent bra cups, leaving her impossibly round 34Cs on full display. Black crotchless panties revealed her neatly trimmed bush. The stockings were fishnet this time, with elastic hold-ups instead of garters. And the shoes were absolutely outrageous; the chunky high heel must have been six inches and was almost as thick as the foot, with the toes pointed almost straight down to form a near-perfect A-frame. Viktoriya looked like she could barely walk.

In her hands, our professor held the riding crop: MY riding crop. Viktoriya emphasized this point as she tottered forward to me, bowing her head and wordlessly presenting it with both hands.

I took it and then glanced over at Dawn. She was accepting most of this with aplomb, but there was still curiosity in her arched eyebrow as she looked over at me.

I took the crop in hand, slapping it against my left palm just as practice. And then sternly looking at the elegant babe, who towered above me in those skyscraper heels, I commanded, "Upstairs. Assume the position."

Viktoriya blinked and nodded before rather stiltedly walking over to the stairs. The motion was a little awkward with her feet flexed into that position, but somehow she still managed to look graceful, holding her carriage upright and rolling her hips with each step upwards.

Once Viktoriya passed out of sight, Dawn stepped over to me and whispered, "Assume the position? Exactly what position is that?"

Blushing, just shrugged and replied, "I dunno. But it sounded good, didn't it?"

Dawn smirked and chuckled at me, shaking her head. "I send you out for one night and you actually turn Professor Ice into your sex slave."

I gave her a half-smile and shrugged again. "Wasn't me. SHE turned herself into my sex slave. I'm as mystified as you."

"Does she always dress like that?"

I shook my head. "She wasn't this extreme the last time I came here. She was dressed to entice her student, playing the role of older seductress. This is the first time I've seen her actually dressed up like that."

"Yeah, what's up with all the bondage gear? Did one of the Tri-Delts teach you this?"

"Nuh-uh." I shook my head again. "It's all her. Closest I've come is the stuff with Adrienne and Felicia. You were there for the Felicia stuff, so if you have any ideas, let me know."

Dawn turned her head to the stairs, a Cheshire grin spreading across her face. "Hmm ... after all the torture Professor Ice put me through with her critiques and grading, yeah, I've got a few ideas."

I arched my eyebrow at that little comment, but Dawn was already at the stairs, eagerly hopping up the first few treads. So taking a deep breath and steeling myself to inhabit the "Master" role I knew Viktoriya wanted, I followed after.

"The Position" turned out to be Viktoriya kneeling on top of the bed, legs together. Her chin was thrust outward and her arms were pulled behind her back, with her wrists pressed together behind her ass as if there were handcuffs binding her. She held the position and blinked slowly while watching Dawn and I enter.

It was startling to see my professor in such a position of vulnerability, especially with the ball gag and straps over her face. Even with her wanton displays of lust over the past couple of days, including me using the riding crop on her tits, I still wasn't used to seeing the older woman like this.

Also, while this wasn't the first time I'd engaged in some light bondage, including blindfolds, handcuffs, and the like, I didn't want to push things too far. My idea of sex had more to do with pleasure than pain. And since Viktoriya hadn't even liked me using the riding crop on her ass, only lightly tapping her sensitive tits, I didn't think she would object to me going a little easy on her.

Besides, even after all we'd done, I hadn't kissed her yet. And the compassionate part of me thought I'd taken this submissive thing far enough. So stepping forward, I reached around Viktoriya's head, unbuckling the head harness and pulling the ball gag free, leaving my professor hanging her head and gasping for air.

When I got her attention once again, I held up the head harness and shook my head. "Not my thing. Understand?"

Viktoriya looked at me then blinked, nodding her head in understanding. She looked both sweet and innocent at this moment, all traces of the Ice Queen gone as she gazed at me with big blue eyes. And giving into my emotion, I cupped her chin and tilted her to me for our very first kiss.

"No." Viktoriya stated before our lips met. I stopped and pulled back far enough so that we could look at each other. And in a very quiet voice, she added, "You are sweet, but I have not earned that yet."

I arched an eyebrow in mild surprise. If I was truly the Master, then I could damn well kiss her if I wanted. But I knew this... relationship (?) ... was still developing. And even if we weren't going the typical older woman/teacher – student/learner route, Viktoriya still had some concept in her head about the roles we were to play. So I just nodded and then stood up straight, grabbing the sides of Viktoriya's head in my hands and guiding her to my crotch.

She didn't need orders to understand she was to open up my fly and feed on me. A zip and a few tugs later, my half-hard cock was exposed to the open air for only a second before her warm mouth surrounded me. And I sighed happily at the feeling of my once imperious professor kneeling and sucking on my cock.

Dawn, for her part, was absolutely mesmerized by the sight. She looked up at me with a look that said, 'I know you told me, but I didn't believe it until right now.'

I just grinned and gestured for Dawn to take her clothes off. And then I went back to watching my teacher slowly bob her head back and forth in my crotch, the wide girth of my prick disappearing and reappearing through her stretched mouth while she looked up at me with those stormy dark blue eyes.

It was at times like these when my little mental connection to Dawn came in handy. I didn't actually think we could read each other's minds. On the other hand, I merely flicked my hand and gestured with my eyes, and my soulmate knew exactly what I wanted her to do.

So once Dawn was in position, and my cock was at the ready, I reached down to pull Viktoriya off my prick. She whimpered in complaint when I removed her favorite toy from her mouth, but she went quiet when I put a finger to my lips. "Turn around, and make love to my girlfriend," I commanded.

"Yes, Master," Viktoriya said quietly, shivering happily at the tone in my voice. She turned to look back, and she gasped at the sight before her.

Dawn was reclining against the pillows, completely naked. Her feet were planted on the bed with her knees up, and they were spread wide to the sides to leave her manicured little blonde landing strip completely exposed. At my direction, Dawn had placed a wrist on each knee, letting her hands dangle over the ends. And with a little smirk on her face, she flipped her right hand palm up so that she could crook a finger to her Economics professor.

Viktoriya trembled with excitement, no trace of nervousness. Clearly, she'd been with girls before. In fact, from the way she was drooling over Dawn's naked body, this was one professor that had likely seduced a female student a time or two as well as the males. And almost eagerly, she moved forward.

It was such a beautiful sight to see Viktoriya crawling away from me and over to my girlfriend, her panty-clad ass wiggling enticingly. In fact, it was such a turn-on, I nearly came when Viktoriya took her first lick at Dawn's snatch.

But I didn't. No, my first orgasm took place several minutes later, deep inside Viktoriya's pussy while I was banging my Economics professor from behind. After I finished filling her, she obediently remained on all fours while Dawn scrambled under her into a sixty-nine position, then reached up with her own fingers to spread Viktoriya's labia to the sides and let out a little waterfall of cum into her mouth. Dawn's fantasy was coming true, getting to taste Professor Ice's juices right from the source, and mingled with her man's semen to boot.

I circled around the bed and fed my semi-limp erection to Viktoriya so she could suck me back to hardness. She started off doing a good job, but when Dawn stopped drinking cum and focused on munching pussy, I could tell Viktoriya's attention was wavering.

"Focus!" I barked, reaching down and grabbing Viktoriya's jaw. "Focus!"

Her eyebrows furrowed and she nodded obediently. She resumed sucking me, but after another thirty seconds, I could feel her control slipping again. This time I pulled out entirely. "What's wrong?"

"My apologies, Master," Viktoriya whimpered. "I just ... Dawn is ... It is ... distracting."

Dawn stopped at that point, rolling her head out to look at me. I just nodded to my girlfriend to keep going, and Viktoriya began whimpering again when the pleasurable sensations in her crotch resumed.

"Don't tell me you've never had a threesome before," I said.

Viktoriya moaned, hanging her head down and lightly rocking her hips back and forth across Dawn's face. "Very ... few. Nngh! Clandestine seductions are ... Ungh ... They are usually private."

I reached down once again, gripping Viktoriya's cheeks in both my hands. I tilted her head back so that she would look up at me. And with a cool, stern gaze, I asked, "Do you want that kiss?"

She whimpered and nodded in my hands.

"Then you will learn," I stated with raised eyebrows.

She nodded obediently.

"And the only way to learn?" I growled with a grin. "Through practice."

I pushed her mouth down around my cock once again.

Viktoriya got better as time went on. She proved it by finally bringing me to orgasm, taking my cock out and holding it lengthwise along her face and jacking me until I spurted against her forehead, letting the cum run in little rivers down over her nose and eyelids and down to her cheeks.

Dawn was quickly on her, greedily licking up my spending. I chuckled watching her go, and thought back to that first summer when we were sixteen. Back then, Dawn tasted my cum for the first time and professed that while she could handle it, she didn't particularly like it. Dayna was by far the bigger cumslut, even slurping my spunk out of Dawn at that young age.

But now my Dawn had come to hunger for the taste. I'd commented on it once recently, asking whether she would pick semen over chocolate. Her eyes softened and she looked at me with such adoration as she replied that it wasn't the flavor that attracted her, it was the knowledge that it was mine. In any case, after cleaning off Viktoriya's face, my girlfriend went straight to the source for more, sucking on my prick to get whatever remnants she could find.

The cleaning job turned into a new blowjob. I had Viktoriya watch and observe Dawn's technique. It wasn't that the 40-year-old seductress lacked experience with blowjobs, but I wanted her to learn exactly how to please ME, specifically. The two women swapped me back and forth for a little while then, working me up to an erection and then pushing me about halfway to orgasm. At that point, I declared that it was Dawn's turn, and I had my girlfriend mount me in a reverse-cowgirl position while ordering Viktoriya to kneel at the foot of the bed and lick at our joining.

When my third ejaculation came, I had Viktoriya yank me out of Dawn's snatch so I could blow into her mouth. And then my submissive professor held it there, rising up and touching her lips to Dawn's for the first time as she snowballed my cumload back to the young blonde.

I let the two hot babes swap spit and semen for another couple of minutes while I caught my breath. And then I declared that this night was over. Dawn and I gathered our things and made to leave.

This entire time, Viktoriya never lost an article of clothing. There was no need, since we had full access to her tits above the bra-less corset, and her pussy through the crotchless panties. She tottered uneasily down the stairs in those pointy 6-inch heels, and then she stood obediently by the door.

I thought for a moment of kissing her before we left. After all, Viktoriya had done everything I asked without question. But although I copped one last feel of her firm boobs and swiped two fingers through her saturated pussy, I only kissed her cheek. She trembled in mixed excitement and disappointment. But I arched an eyebrow and stated, "Your obedience has been good. But find something that will truly please me. Understand?"

Viktoriya's eyes glittered and she couldn't help but smile. "I understand, Master."

Then Dawn and I left.

"How do you feel?"

Dawn didn't answer me right away. She was just staring forward, looking at nothing, with a little smirk on her face. But after a few seconds delay, she blinked quickly and turned to look at me. "Hmm?"

I chuckled, keeping my eyes on the road ahead. "I was just asking how you felt. It's not every day you get into a threesome with Professor Ice."

Dawn's smirk was back. "When it comes to you and sex, I don't think anything will really surprise me anymore."

I arched an eyebrow. "Is that a good thing or bad thing?"

Dawn thought about that and then shrugged. "It's just you."

"And you're okay with that?"

Dawn rolled her eyes. "'Fun', Ben. Remember? You keep thinking that I want you to become some deeply devoted, faithfully monogamous boyfriend. Well I don't. I love you for YOU."

I smiled. "And I love YOU," I stated just as sincerely.

"As for how I feel," Dawn continued. "I feel great. Like I already told you, I haven't been with another girl since leaving home. And I had my own fantasies about Professor Ice, too. You made them come true."

"Really?" I glanced over while we were stopped at a red light. "Honestly, from the evil gleam in your eye before we got started, I figured you were going to be a lot more ... firm ... with her."

Dawn looked back at me and shrugged. "I thought so, too. But once we got started, I kinda got the sense that she didn't REALLY want me to dominate her or anything. For one thing, she didn't submit to me."

I shrugged. "Shouldn't matter. I told her to obey you as if the orders came from me."

"That's just it. I don't think she's really submitted to you, either."

I arched an eyebrow. "Huh?"

"It's not like I have a ton of experience with this, and maybe it's because of her age. But despite Prof – uh, Viktoriya's – statements that she's your sex slave, I don't think she's really submitted to you. She's playing a role. Maybe she figured trying to seduce you and be the one in charge wasn't going to work, so she changed tactics. And in the end, she got what she wanted: You fucking her brains out."

"What makes you say that?"

Dawn shrugged. "Little things. Like I said, I don't have a ton of experience, but there's a vast difference between the way Viktoriya submits to you versus, say, Felicia, or even Adrienne when she gets in a mood. Those girls adore you and willingly put themselves completely in your hands. It's still just within the bedroom, but those two literally will let you do any damn thing you want to them, without question, and it shows in the way they they look at you."

"But Viktoriya... ?"

"Well..." Dawn took a deep breath. "Viktoriya's more ... calculating, I guess. She doesn't look at you like they do. There's a harder edge. And I noticed when you went to kiss her the first time, she stopped you. Slaves don't stop their Masters, ever. I could be wrong; but that's just what I think."

I simmered on that for the rest of the drive home. A few minutes later, we arrived and went into the house, hand-in-hand.

Kim was chilling out on the couch when we arrived. Our roommate looked up from the TV and smiled in greeting. "Hey guys, how was the date?"

Dawn and I just exchanged knowing grins before Dawn moved over and sat down beside Kim. "It's Ben. How can it not be wonderful?"

Kim blushed and glanced over at me. But then she suddenly went still, crinkling her nose. And with a perplexed look on her face, she leaned into Dawn and inhaled sharply. "Did you ... you guys ... you already had sex?"

Dawn's eyes popped open and she stammered, "Uh, well, actually..."

I quickly moved in, reaching down to take my girlfriend's hand. "My fault. Couldn't keep my hands off her." Dawn blushed and let me pull her up to a standing position. And then I looked back at Kim and said, "We're going to go take a shower now to get cleaned up."

Dawn then got another impish smirk on her face as she quipped, "Wanna join us?"

Kim blushed again, this time the shade of her face almost matching her hot pink nails. "You're not serious."

Dawn leaned into me, rubbing her hand against my chest while fixing a heated gaze right on our pretty roommate. She arched a nicely sculpted eyebrow and giggled seductively. "Actually, we're dead serious. We've told you we have an open relationship."

Kim's eyes went wide, her eyes darting back and forth between the two of us anxiously before dropping to my crotch with a clearly evaluative look. There was a nervous excitement on the Asian girl's face, but also a lot of fear. The last thing I wanted was to make things awkward between us and our roommate for the rest of the summer, so I started pulling Dawn back. "C'mon, don't mess with her head," I said cautiously.

Dawn just laughed and then started backing away toward the stairs, letting Kim noticeably relax, although there was a look of mild disappointment in the pretty Japanese girl's eyes.

I gave Kim a smiled apology and let my girlfriend pull me along. And then Dawn and I quickly hopped up the steps and went into the master bedroom. We really did need a shower.

But once we were both naked and hugging each other beneath the warm spray, Dawn got a little twinkle in her eye as she said, "Y'know, if we pushed her a bit, I think she'd say 'yes'."

I didn't really want to find out what would happen if we pushed Kim. I figured that pushing could only have two possible outcomes: One, Dawn was right and Kim would join us for sex, or at least join me (so far, Kim appeared to be totally straight). But two, Kim would feel awkward and it would ruin not only our relationship as roommates, but also our working relationship for the rest of the summer. I didn't want to risk that. The simple fact was: I wasn't getting any clear signals from her that she wanted to get physical with me. And it wasn't like I was going without enough sex.

The next day, Dawn apologized to Kim for her "inappropriate invitation". But Kim graciously dismissed the whole thing, saying she felt flattered more than anything. And the three of us agreed to just forget about it.

Dawn and I maintained our cordial friendship with the girl, although since Kim claimed to have been "flattered" by the invitation, Dawn told me she was going to surreptitiously dig just a little to find out if Kim would be receptive to actually sleeping with me.

As a co-worker, Kim and I were the same as always. We did our jobs. We conducted our research. And we cracked jokes with each other behind Viktoriya's back at every opportunity. Kim seemed to need those little comments to de-stress, since Viktoriya continued to ride the girl much, much harder than if she'd been a guy. I constantly reminded Kim that it was just because our professor saw great potential in her, and set the bar high because she believed Kim could achieve it.

Kim, of course, would then snark that Viktoriya must apparently have little faith in me, by comparison.

I'd like to think it was Viktoriya going easier on me because of our sexual relationship. She was perfectly professional in demeanor as long as there was someone around. But there were no restrictions on our behavior in private. And one time after she really did come down hard on me for a boneheaded deduction, I got my revenge by bending her over her desk and spooging a quart of cum into her pussy, spanking her asscheeks whether she liked it or not. Viktoriya was positively red in the face as she hustled to the bathroom to empty herself out before something leaked down her thighs.

It wasn't the first time, and it wouldn't be the last.

The work itself was just work. I was learning a lot, probably more than I ever had in a classroom. There's just something so different about trying to write and justify a research paper to be published in an actual business journal compared to writing an essay designed to earn a grade. We really had to make sure our i's were dotted and our t's crossed, with the focus far more on quality compared to quantity. We were also starting to use some seriously complex statistical models, and I was quickly learning that those models were only as good as the data we put into them.

But my summer was spent with more than just Dawn, Kim, and Viktoriya. Berkeley was a bustling place, even with a lot of students out of town for the break. And besides, we had other friends and family who were still around.

Bert was just down the bay in Fremont, doing his own internship for a tech company. He came up on Saturday the 10th just to hang out with us, and specifically to get Blondie's Pizza as he claimed he hadn't had a decent slice since the semester ended.

We also met up with Kim's friends on a random Thursday to go see King Arthur (big mistake, no matter how hot Keira Knightley is). Kim had sort of drifted away from Grace and Misty when those two girls joined the Tri-Delts, and she'd hooked up with a clique that was somehow both nerdy and biker at the same time, just like Kim. Our roommate seemed particularly friendly with a guy named Paul, and the two ended up talking about 250ccs and exhaust headers and Hondas versus Yamahas and things like that. Dawn was paying careful attention to the way the two leaned into each other, and she nudged me in the ribs more than once.

Of course there was our family: Though most of them were up at Morris Camp, our older sisters were in San Francisco. In addition to Dawn's birthday, we spent a few weekend afternoons playing tourist in the city with Brandi and Dayna as our guides. Dawn and I also spent a few weekend nights in bed with the beautiful 22-year-olds, although Brandi still wouldn't have sex with me. And despite all of Adrienne's traveling, she managed to find one more night to spend with us as well.

And then there were the people at Stanford. I didn't know it at the time, but some of the people who went to the "hated" rival school would end up being just as important to me as my fellow Cal Bears.

"Happy Early Birthday!" I greeted as Kady Jacobsen opened the door. She was just as beautiful as ever: slender, 5'9", with dark blue eyes and shimmering dark auburn hair. The soon-to-be Sophomore at Stanford was turning nineteen tomorrow, on July 18th. But she was holding her party today since it was a more convenient Saturday.

"Thank you!" she replied sincerely. I was surprised by the tone. For years, every word I heard out of Kady's mouth came with some form of sarcasm or snarky attitude. But the beautiful redhead just smiled and opened her arms to me for a hug.

I embraced her and then stepped back as Kady said, "You must be Dawn." She let her eyes drop up and down my girlfriend's spectacular body and let out a whistle while nudging me in the ribs. "Wow, man. I'm jealous."

While she'd never met my old friend from High School, Dawn knew the ex-cheerleader was a lesbian. She blushed prettily and gave Kady her birthday wishes. I then hoisted the present we'd gotten, handing it off to the redhead.

"Dude, you couldn't have gotten your girlfriend to wrap it?" Kady arched an eyebrow, giving me a teasing grin as she held the poorly-wrapped package.

I blushed and shrugged. "Whatsit matter? You guys look like you can afford anything you want." I chuckled while waving around the palatial Atherton home.

"Probably." Kady just shrugged and waved us into the house. "Wanna beer? There's a cooler in the back yard. And Paige is chilling in a lounge chair out there. Mom won't let her relax in the hammock, saying it's not good for her back."

I nodded. "Sounds good." I was eager to check on my little redhead. I hadn't seen Paige since she'd moved out of the house with her Aunt and Uncle, and didn't figure to see much of her for the next few months since she was taking a leave of absence from school. And even though I had no formal responsibility over her, I still had that need in my gut to make sure she was alright.

So we headed out to a BIG backyard. Seriously, it looked as big as the park by my family's house in Orange County. Beyond the landscaped patio, three large trees were surrounded by freshly-cut grass. There was also a pool with a dark gray slate surround, adjacent hot tub, and even a little waterfall to feed both. Kady had given us the heads-up to wear swimsuits beneath our clothing, and I'd been barely able to resist undoing the halter-style knot at the back of Dawn's neck on the drive over here.

There were about ten people milling about, and I made it a point to first go up to Kady's father, who was manning the grill. "Good afternoon, Mr. Jacobsen."

"Ben! Hello! Now you quit that 'Mister' stuff. Call me Uncle Frank." He gave me a lopsided grin and then pointed to a steak that was oozing blood out the top.

"Not yet," I waved him off. "I want to go see Paige. But first, this is my girlfriend, Dawn."

"Enchanted, my dear." Uncle Frank took Dawn's hand and bent to mime kissing the back of her hand. Only then did he realize he'd just put charcoal smudges on her otherwise perfect skin, and he immediately apologized. "Oh, crap. Where're those napkins?"

Dawn just giggled and wiped her hand off on her khaki shorts. "Don't worry about it. It's not my first time around a barbecue."

"Girl after my own heart," Uncle Frank chuckled. Then he leaned in and stage whispered, "But don't tell Polly that."

We chuckled and then moved on. We had a similar greeting with Kady's mom, who insisted that we call her "Aunt Polly" just like Uncle Frank. And then it was on to Paige.

My petite redhead was looking the same as always ... from about the chin up. The rest of her was swelling as one would expect for a seven-months pregnant woman. And when you added up 30 pounds of baby weight onto a 5'2" frame that used to weigh less than a hundred, the difference was remarkable. Besides the obvious beach ball on her belly, her neck and limbs looked thicker, and her boobs had swelled. Paige was reclining on a padded lounge chair with a linen cushion and some reddish wood base. She wore a violet maternity sleeveless top and those pregnancy shorts with the wide elastic band. She was also wearing chunky black sunglasses; and from the way she didn't react as Dawn and I walked up, I assumed her eyes were closed.

"Hey, Paige," I said softly, not wanting to disturb her if she was asleep. She still didn't react when I sat down on the lounge chair next to her and lightly touched her arm. So I looked up at Dawn and shrugged, explaining with my eyes that we'd come back later.

But just as I was standing up, I heard the perky young girl gasp, "Ben!" And then her hand shot out and grabbed onto my wrist.

I turned back and sat down again while Paige raised her sunglasses onto her forehead and looked over at me. "Heyyy, you're here. Sorry, I must've dozed off. I tend to do that a lot nowadays."

"Perfectly understandable," Dawn said while sitting down next to me on the lounge chair.

"How've you been?" The little redhead asked, looking back and forth between us.

I smiled and reached over to take Dawn's hand, squeezing it lightly. "Never better."

Paige smiled brightly. "I'm glad." Then she darted her eyes to Dawn, popping her eyebrows. "Ben wearing you out yet?"

Dawn barked abruptly in surprise, then flashed a wide grinned and nodded. "He was. But we recently got some help."

"I knew you would," Paige sighed. "Me? I haven't gotten laid since I left you guys. This basketball on my belly isn't exactly a hunk magnet. And Aunt Polly watches me like a hawk. Don't suppose you'd let me come and, uh, visit?"

"Paige..." I warned.

"Oh, poo." The petite redhead pouted, but there was a playful twinkle in her eyes.

Dawn leaned in and touched Paige's knee. "So how are you? How's ... uh, have you picked out a name?"

Paige smiled. "April." She looked down and lovingly rubbed her belly. "Her name is April."

I looked down at the belly. "So I take it that means you're keeping her."

Paige nodded. "I may not be proud of the things I did in getting her, but she's still mine," she said firmly.

"It won't be easy," I stated, as if I had any clue about how difficult it would be to raise a baby.

Paige just nodded. "I know. But I've got great support," she said while gesturing back toward her Aunt and Uncle. "And I've got a year off from school to start figuring it out."

"I'm sure you'll do great," Dawn said encouragingly.

Paige just smiled and nodded.

I squeezed Paige's knee and she continued rubbing her belly adoringly. But then out of the blue, Paige jerked her head up and reached out, grabbing my hand. Before I realized it, she'd put my hand on her belly and asked excitedly, "Can you feel that?"

Sure enough, little pulses thumped against my palm. My eyes popped open and all of a sudden I wasn't breathing anymore. This was a baby. This was really a BABY. It wasn't something I thought of very often.

... I wondered where Allie Sanders was right now...

My eyes flicked over to Dawn, who was already reaching her own hand out to replace mine. I pulled it out of the way, and noticed that the kicking movement was shifting position just slightly. So I left my hand where it was as Dawn felt the new kicks and let a little smile cross her face.

"Aww ... Aren't you guys adorable!" a new voice spoke up behind us.

Dawn and I turned around, and I broke into a new smile as I recognized the speaker. "Lynne!"

"Heyyy, Ben!" Lynne Arian greeted me warmly while leaning down for a hug. Even though she went to school just across the bay, I hadn't seen much of my High School friend over the past couple of years.

"What are you doing here?"

Lynne smirked at me. "Kady invited me. Didn't I tell you we started hanging out?"

"Uh, well, I..." I searched through my memory. "One of you might've mentioned it. I just forgot."

The petite brunette shrugged, but my overactive mind started whirring. After all, Kady WAS a professed lesbian.

"Wait," I asked. "Are you and Kady hanging out? Or are you... hanging out?"

Lynne rolled her eyes. "We're friends, Ben. You know, some of us can make friends with a girl without thinking about sex." Lynne then stopped and looked at Paige, Dawn, and herself, all of whom had slept with me at some point. "Unlike you, apparently."

I shrugged. And then right on cue, my stomach growled. Arching an eyebrow to Paige, I said, "Want me to bring you back one of your Uncle's steaks?"

"Uh, sure, but it has to be well done. No pink whatsoever."

"Well done? Really?"

Paige frowned, patting her belly. "It's the price I gotta pay."

"Got it," I grinned. "Remind daughters not to get knocked up or they'll have to eat their steaks well done. Check."

Believe it or not, it took me a while to realize that I was the only male present at the party, other than Uncle Frank. I was just so engrossed in catching up with both Paige and Lynne that I didn't bother to really look around. But when Paige excused herself to go to the bathroom (something that seemed to be happening with increasing regularity, she said), Lynne commented that it looked like a good time to hop in the pool.

Only then did I turn and look around. There were about fifteen people our age in attendance. And as I scanned from left to right, all I saw were boobs.

Now, it's not like these boobs were naked. But it WAS a pool party, and when faced with a dozen-plus girls in their swimwear, my eyes tend to focus themselves on certain locations, and I'm a tit man. There were all shapes and sizes on display for me. Some were big, one pair rivaling Dawn's for size; some were small, including one skinny girl who barely had what could be termed "mosquito bites". Some were covered up by relatively modest one-piece suits; others were on full display in barely-there bikinis. Some were wet, either in or fresh from the pool; some were dry. But ALL were lovely to my eyes.

"Don't even think about it," Kady's voice suddenly sounded off behind me. "You're cute, but you're not their type."

I glanced back at my old friend and arched an eyebrow. "You mean they're all... ?"

"Well, not ALL of them," Kady conceded. "You know Lynne's pretty straight. So're Marcy and Ivonne. Saffron's bi, so you might have a shot there. Emily is 'sorta', too. But for the most part, yeah, they're butch."

"Huh."

Kady shrugged. "Curse of being lesbian. Most straight girls aren't too comfortable around us, kinda like most straight guys being around gays. And straight guys won't hang around us knowing they can't have us."

I smiled. "I don't mind the knowledge as long as I've got the view."

Kady chuckled and slapped my shoulder, looking at Dawn. "You put up with this?"

Dawn giggled and looked Kady up and down. "I'm very bi, and he's the best babe magnet I've ever seen. So no, I don't mind."

"Reallllly..." Kady gave my girlfriend a flirtatious smile and leaned in before stopping herself and sighing. "I shouldn't. Noelle wouldn't approve."

I arched an eyebrow. "Girlfriend?"

Kady grinned. "Yep. Dirty-blonde in the red bikini with the soft blue eyes. I'm sure you noticed the big jugs." Kady mimed cupping boobs against herself, only holding her hands a good bit further away from her own modest chest.

I did notice Noelle; she was the one whose breasts rivaled Dawn's for size. "Don't suppose she goes both ways," I queried, my eyes on the big tits across the pool.

"Sorry, man. Double-X's only."

"Such a waste," I sighed.

"For you," Dawn commented, sitting up straight with a gleam in her eye. She looked up at Kady and asked, "Do you mind if I introduce myself?"

Kady arched an eyebrow and glanced at me for a moment before returning to Dawn, a little grin on her face. "Go right ahead."

"Hey!" I protested.

"What? You said you don't mind the knowledge, as long as you get a view, right?" Dawn said impishly. And with that, my girlfriend stood up, removed her shirt to reveal her own big tits barely encased by a skimpy bikini top, and then sashayed around the pool, drawing stares as she went.

"Woo-hoo-hoo," Kady whistled while sitting down next to me. "You got a wild one there," she chuckled.

"That I do."

"Looks like a keeper."

I grinned. "That she is."

Nothing actually came of Dawn's flirtation with Noelle. As much fun as they were having together, Noelle was firmly faithful in her relationship with Kady. Still, she and Dawn seemed to enjoy each other's company, and once Dawn broke the ice with Kady's friends, between her and Lynne I was accepted amongst the group despite being a "breeder" and we all settled in for a pleasant birthday party.

The lesbian girls who had initially been a little unnerved by my presence relaxed as the afternoon wore on. They loosened up even more when Kady's parents made themselves scarce. And things even got just a bit out of hand when one of Kady's friends – Marcy, I think – ripped off Kady's bikini top and shoved her into the pool, starting off a chain-reaction of stripped suits and pushing and shoving that wound up with eight topless girls and two more completely naked before the bedlam settled down. Even Lynne was one of the topless ones.

The point is, I had a lot of eye candy that afternoon, even if it was strictly hands off. Dawn got herself wired from the flirting as well as the eye candy, and by the time we left to head home, both of us were pretty horny.

"Babe, uh. We're at a red light," I nervously told Dawn while she pulled down my zipper and unbuttoned my shorts.

"I know."

"There's a dude in the passenger side of the semi-truck next to me, and he can see my lap."

"Ooh, naughty," Dawn giggled. And then she'd pulled my cock free, which for some reason was not deflating despite my momentary panic. In fact, Dawn wriggled it around a bit, jacking the shaft a few times, perhaps to ensure the guy in the truck next to me had a good view.

Please turn green. Please turn green, I frantically thought at the stoplight, to no avail. Please turn- OH, SHIT THAT'S GOOD!

I gasped as Dawn took me into her mouth. She bobbed her head up and down a few times, her sunny blonde locks falling over her face. And wouldn't you know it, the light turned green.

I didn't move forward. Actually, I wasn't noticing the light at the moment. The truck next to me, on the other hand, lurched forward as the driver of it had no idea what view his passenger had. And then the car behind me honked angrily.

Oh, right. I stepped on the gas and rolled forward. Thankfully, it didn't take too long. I was just getting onto the Dumbarton Bridge and its concrete barrier walls with no shoulder when I finally erupted into my girlfriend's mouth.

"Unnnghhh," I groaned gutturally, feeling the flow pulsing out of my body, relaxing muscles up and down my back and shoulders with each successive burst. Dawn had to swallow rapidly, as I'd built up quite the load after all the titillation of the birthday party. But she got it all down with only a few missed drops, which she licked off my shaft once she caught her breath.

Unfortunately, because I was driving (and even if I wasn't, eating the pussy of a driver is far more difficult than sucking cock), I wasn't able to return the favor until after we got back home.

That was okay. I MORE than made it up to her.

"Viktoriya," I stated in a deep, commanding voice.

My professor stiffened in her chair, eyes forward, not looking at me. "Yes, Master?" she replied obediently.

I was still amazed at how quickly the older woman could transform herself. Literally twenty seconds ago, she was sitting beside me while pointing at my monitor, telling me about how I'd screwed up another analysis by making unwarranted assumptions that seemed typical, but didn't actually fit the case study I was working on. I'd gotten frustrated defending myself and finally decided to just cut off her critique mid-rant.

I took a deep breath, leaning back into my chair to gather myself before sitting upright and commanding, "Assume the position."

"Yes, Master," she stated flatly and stood up, pushing her chair back. And then sweeping her notepad to the side, the buxom, chestnut brown-haired beauty leaned over the table, putting her cheek to its surface while reaching back with both hands to raise up her skirt and pull her asscheeks to the sides.

I stood up and slid her chair out of the way while I took its place directly behind her. I reached in with my right hand, pulling the thin strap of her thong panties to the side, exposing her pink gash already beginning to moisten.

Viktoriya moaned when I began fingering her, getting even wetter. But when she heard me open my zipper and start pulling my erection out, she stiffened up and turned her face around to me. "Kim will be back soon."

"I am aware of that," I stated coolly.

"The door is not locked," she protested quietly.

"I am aware of that," I said again.

Viktoriya was stiff, not really holding her buttcheeks apart like I would have wanted. It had been three weeks since that night at my professor's house when she first gave herself to me. Since then, there had been multiple quickies in this very office, although not all of them involved full sexual intercourse. If Kim was out on research, we usually found time to fuck in some fashion. But if Kim were just in the restroom or gone to pick up lunch for the three of us, Viktoriya and I only ever had time for a some fingering or maybe a blowjob.

Right now, Kim was just gone to pick up lunch. There was a deli across Bancroft, just a couple of blocks away. And even though it was the noon hour and Kim would have to wait a while, it was still a distinct possibility that she might return in less than fifteen minutes. And six minutes had already gone by.

Viktoriya whimpered when I grabbed onto her right hand, directing it to pull open the way I really wanted. And she quivered when she felt my cockhead centering against her sex. "Ben ... please..."

I paused for a moment. She really sounded like she was in distress. It was one thing for Viktoriya to surrender herself to me as her sex slave behind locked doors. But for someone of her position and status, it was quite another to actually risk being caught. And whatever other sexual kinks Viktoriya had, exhibitionism wasn't one of them. The chance of being discovered frightened her, and was NOT a turn on.

Still ... if she really was my sex slave, she would do as I wanted, whatever her concerns. After what Dawn had once told me about Viktoriya just playing a game, and not actually submitting to me, I'd found myself pushing her just a little farther than I might have otherwise done from time to time. Would she break character and reassert herself? Would my own conscience stop me? Every now and again we engaged in a test of wills, and this was one of those situations. "You will obey," I stated firmly.

"Please..." she whimpered.

"OBEY," I stated more harshly. I moved her right hand away from her cheek, rubbing it in a clear prelude to a spank.

Viktoriya whimpered and then put her head down. And she moaned as I pressed forward and sank myself into her inviting twat.

It didn't take long. I wasn't bothering to try and give Viktoriya pleasure. We didn't have the time and I knew she was still too freaked out about potentially being caught to really enjoy herself. So I rutted into my professor with abandon for the next eight minutes or so, finally reaching my peak and busting my nut deep inside her pussy. And then just to make her panic a little more, I ordered my professor to turn around and lick my cock clean before she was allowed to fix herself back up.

I noticed something while Viktoriya was sucking me, but not wanting to bring attention to it I said nothing. My beautiful professor finished cleaning me up and then darted to the restroom to make sure she was presentable herself. And in the meantime, I sagged back against my chair and wondered if Viktoriya herself noticed what I'd caught earlier:

The office door had certainly been closed when Kim had left to pick up lunch. But when I looked over at it while Viktoriya was cleaning me up, the door was cracked open just a bit.

Someone had peeked inside while I was screwing Viktoriya's brains out. The only question was: Who?