Trained to submit

It was a lot different than Monika expected it to be. It was much more work, and less pleasure, Michael extremely busy and a bevy of TA’s to fulfill his desires. She had been working on the plans for the summer study, three months in Romania. It was to study their growing current account deficit as the country embarked on a massive expansion of welfare and infrastructure to bring the country up to the standards of the European Union. They would be staying in Bucharest, the capital, and the thought of the excitement in a foreign country would be a nice change. And only two other TA’s would be going, Monika hoping that she would be able to monopolize more of Michael’s time. And his cock.

Her mind lingered on the last time she was with him. Over two weeks ago, though he did tease her body almost daily to remind her of the power he had over her. Not that she minded, it was just that it would end up as solo-masturbation when she got home, reliving the feelings of his hands on her body and the way her body responded.

She had worked late in the office at his house, one other TA helping, but she finally went home exhausted. Monika had noticed that it was already eleven P.M., turning off the computer and ready to go home when Michael came into the room. He was behind her, his hands sending chills through her body when they began to knead her shoulders, all the tension of the day suddenly disappearing as his large, powerful hands began to work over her body.

“Pull your chair out so I may see your legs.” Michael pulled back as she complied, his hands returning to her shoulders, feeling the tension released in her taut muscles. “You have such long and lovely legs, Monika, but nothing is as exciting as imagining where they lead to. Slip your skirt up a little higher; entice me with the mysteries between your legs.”

She felt her pussy growing damp with arousal. She spread her legs obediently, her hands gripping the bottom of her skirt and slowly letting it ride up her thighs. She could feel Michael’s eyes on her legs. His hands were slipping down lower, down the front of her blouse, Monika arching her back as if she were trying to thrust her tits up into his hands. She sighed when he touched her breasts, looking down to see his large hands able to encircle them with ease, feeling the gentle pressure, hoping that he would squeeze them harder. She pulled her skirt up higher, almost all the way to her panties, spreading her legs wider. She wished he would touch her there, or she could, but Michael refused to let her masturbate unless he specifically requested her to do so. At least in front of him.

Michael pressed his cock into the back of her head, reaching over to cup her breasts in his hands, his eyes glued to her naked thighs, the skirt high up her legs. “Let me see your wet panties.”

He knew her too well already. She raised her ass off of the chair, pulling the skirt from beneath her, raising it up until the front panel of her panties was exposed. And true to Michael’s words, a wet spot of her arousal soaked her panties. She wanted so much to touch herself.

He pulled her blouse open with haste, rubbing his cock against the back of her head as he leaned over her. He pulled the blouse to the side, his hands sliding easily into her bra to find her warm flesh, his fingers running over her nipples. She was pushing her tits into his hands.

Her nipples jumped to life when his hand touched them, her bra threatening to rip, his large hands not having enough room inside but that did little to stop him. “Let me take it off,” she obliged, leaning forward, Michael pulling his hands out of her bra long enough for her to slip the blouse and bra off. She leaned back against the chair, the cold back pressing into her naked skin. His hands returned, this time her flesh naked, her hard nipples targets for his powerful fingers. God, it felt so good, his hands plucking at her nipples. He yanked her breasts up, pulled up by her nipples, her thighs clenching together to quench the lust that spread through her.

“You like that.” It was a statement, not a question. He released her breasts, Monika slipping back down into the chair. “Take off the rest of your clothes.” Michael was eager to enjoy her body, quickly stripping off his clothes, his hand stroking his cock as he watched her slip her panties down her legs, catching a glimpse of the dark mystery between her tightly clenched cheeks. He still had her anal virginity to take, but he would savor the moment when he did.

She stood before him, naked, her hands at her side, eagerly awaiting his pleasure and hopefully hers.

“Lay on the table.” He arranged her, her head facing him, seeing her mouth open as if she were anticipating his next move. “Not yet.” He leaned far over her, his cock rubbing along her face as he grabbed her ankles in his hands. “Don’t panic,” he warned her.

As soon as he said that, she did. She felt his strong hands wrapped around her slim ankles. Then he pulled back, her legs going with him as he pulled her up. Not by her hands, but by her feet, raising them up into the air, handling her body like she was a doll. She was pulled from the table, Michael careful as her head went down, the blood rushing to her head making her panic. She was being hung upside down by her ankles, Michael’s powerful arms yanking her legs up high until she found her face brushing against his cock, the thick prick jerking against her smooth skin. For some reason she felt secure, in spite of being held upside down, the slightest slip and she would be dropped on her head.

Michael pulled her crotch up until her pussy was in front of his face. He didn’t have to say a word to her, his tongue beginning to lap at her pussy with a fury. He moaned as her mouth opened and engulfed the head of his cock inside her mouth. Her tongue went to work on him, her lips grabbing the shaft of his cock as her head began to bob back and forth.

It was hard to suck his cock upside down, but with some determination she was doing a good job. And Michael was fulfilling his duties, eating her pussy with a determination, his teeth biting on her pussy lips just hard enough to send masochistic tremors in her body. And her pussy spewed its juices onto his probing tongue.

When Michael wanted to push his cock deeper into her mouth he would push her against the wall, then thrust his hips forward, her mouth having no option but to take the massive shaft deep into her mouth. He heard her choke, not stopping until he felt her tight throat grip his cock in its possessive passage, her muscles rippling up and down as she choked and gagged.

It felt like he was trying to drive his cock out her stomach, shoved deep into her throat, sliding inside her dry throat painfully, not caring for anything but his pleasure. But his tongue more than made up for it, expertly probing every nook and cranny of her most intimate body. And she came hard when he sucked her clit deep into his mouth, the tiny organ stretched farther than it should, his tongue attacking it until the throes of her orgasm overcame her body. And while she came, he spewed his hot, salty cum into her mouth, pulling out of her throat in just enough time to fill her cheeks until they bellowed out for his abundant sperm.

They both rocked against each other as they came, Michael holding her upside down, her pussy cumming over his mouth and face, his cock filling her mouth over and over with his hot cum. He finally let her down on the floor, her face flushed red from the blood draining to her head, but her pussy was soaked in cum, as were her lips, dripping out the cum that she couldn’t swallow fast enough. He left her without a word to lock the door behind her, the first night in a while when she didn’t go home and masturbate.