Trained to submit

“Like now, but without the bra.” Monika took off the bra. “See?”

“Baby, that is naked. And he couldn’t get up his dick to fuck you when you look like that?”

“God, his hands felt so good on me. He played with my tits while I posed with my hands behind my neck. I even rubbed my ass against his cock. His big, HARD cock.” Monika almost took a defensive stand against Cassandra picking on Michael.

Cassandra could see that Monika was disappointed, hugging her. “You okay, baby?”

“Okay, I’m great. I got the final interview, one of two. Friday night.” Monika began to grin. Not getting fucked wasn’t that bad. Or at least not now.

“Now that’s much better. What else did he do?”

“He made me spread myself open for him. Front and back,” Monika admitted, hard for her to say the back.

“You showed him your asshole? You think he’d do it in your ass?” Cassandra’s boyfriend had tried to get her to go along with being fucked in the ass, but his fingers were bad enough. She could never take a thick cock up her ass. Not without a lot of pain.

“I know he will. He asked if I was a virgin. Back there.”

“Did you have to suck him off?” He had to get something out of this.

“No, nothing. Though he did use ice on my nipples. I thought I would cum when he did it. But then he just told me to get dressed and he would see me Friday.” Monika didn’t tell Cassandra about the other Professors, not sure that she would understand. Monika not even sure she fully understood what she was doing. Or what she might have to do.

She seemed to be taking it okay, and knowing the reputation of Michael, it wouldn’t be long before he was fucking her. And that is what Monika wanted. One of Cassandra’s hands slipped down over Monika’s naked stomach and pushed through her bush. “You want me to give you some privacy so you can masturbate?” She felt Monika’s wet pussy, knowing she couldn’t go much longer without cumming.

Monika slapped her hand away. “NO!”

Cassandra pushed away. Was she offended by me touching her? They had done if often, though they had never made each other cum. “You want to do it by yourself?” Cassandra teased her.

“No, I’m not going to do it. Michael told me I couldn’t,” she added.

“A man told you not to cum and you listened?” If a man told her that, she’d be jerking off in front of him before she even left just to show him.

“Yes.” Monika was determined not to disappoint Michael.

Cassandra slapped Monika on the ass, suddenly seeing that her cheeks were red after Monika yelped from the slap. “You forgot to tell me that.”

Monika turned red. “He spanked me because I was two minutes late.”

“Of course he did, girl. Why shouldn’t he. You are such a naughty girl.” Cassandra went to her room, leaving Monika. She didn’t know where Monika was heading with this relationship, but as long as she was happy, that’s all the counted.

It was the longest couple of days for Monika. Everything made her horny. Her mind would continually go back to that night at Michael’s, especially when she went to his class. She would look at his large hands, still able to feel them on her ass cheeks as he spanked her, or at least she imagined she did. And his smile, making her heart melt. She was so glad that it was Friday, getting dressed, Cassandra leaving her alone since that night a couple of days ago. Monika wasn’t sure if Cassandra understood what she was doing, Monika not even sure sometimes. She just had this overriding desire to please Michael. No matter what he wanted from her. That is what excited her and aroused she was. Each morning in the shower she would play with her pussy, careful not to let herself go too far and cumming. Michael would disapprove of that. And she didn’t want to do anything that Michael would disapprove of. But it only made her hornier.

She dressed in a staid business suit, just like the night with Michael, still not sure what would happen tonight. She walked into the living room, Cassandra waiting for her boyfriend to pick her up. “Are you okay with this?” Monika somehow felt she needed Cassandra’s approval. Or reassurance.

Cassandra was very different from Monika, preferring boys her own age. But she never tried to put her morals on someone else. If Monika wanted older men, then Michael was a perfect catch. And there were lots of other girls at the university that thought the same way as Monika. “Monika, I support anything that makes you happy. And if it gets you laid, all the better. You’re a real cunt when you’re horny,” Cassandra laughed as she said it.

“You don’t have to be so damned right all the time,” Monika realizing how much of a bitch she had been. And she was right, it was because she was always aroused, a situation she never had to contend with before. She only hoped that tonight was a success, and Michael would pull her aside and fuck her brains out. “And you better hope that I get laid tonight, or I’ll make your life a living hell.”

“Amen to that. Now off you go and get some nice cock.”

Monika arrived early this time, almost twenty minutes early. She wasn’t going to get on the wrong side of Michael, though a spanking wasn’t the punishment that she thought it would be. Each time she thought about it, it was with arousal, not fear. She looked at the house, trying to imagine what would take place tonight, a combination of fear and arousal. She finally got out of her car, her heels clicking on the cement as she approached the porch. She walked carefully up the front steps and was about to knock on the front door when it opened abruptly, scaring her for a second. There was Michael as if he was anxiously awaiting her arrival. Or was he just hoping to catch her being late?

“Good evening, Monika. Glad to see you’re punctual. You do seem to train well.” He opened the door for her, seeing her dressed in a very conservative business suit. But he also noticed that it was cut for her body, accentuating her full breasts and her tight ass. His cock thickened at the thought of what lay beneath her staid clothes, the other night almost a distant memory. Tonight he would explore her much more. And she would provide for his pleasure. And that of the others.

“Hello, Michael.” She heard the word train and her pussy grew damp with desire. “I just want to please you.” She could hear voices in the living room, all male. Michael ushered her into the house, the door closing behind her with such finality, sealing her fate.

She wasn’t surprised by the guests, all of them her professors. There was Dr. Swenson, a middle aged man, a few years older than Michael, but far from being as handsome, or as fit as Michael, a mid-life paunch around his middle. He was married but that didn’t look like it stood in his way, for his wife was nowhere in sight.

“Welcome, Monika.” He looked her up and down, always wondering what she looked like beneath her clothes, Monika always dressing fashionable in class and for her generation that also meant sexy. But tonight it was a conservative suit that hid her body from him, but he hoped that it was only temporary.

“How are you, Dr. Swenson?” He was an excellent professor and had helped Monika more than once on her thesis. Would I have to repay the favors tonight? She felt a hand at her waist, turning to find Dr. Martin, standing next to her. Now Dr. Martin was more like Michael, though he was a New Yorker, the city, his manner and speech fast, like the city. He was built slim, younger than Michael, a bachelor, a playboy most said. And he loved his students, some more than others. It had been rumored that he would bed two of them at the same time, desiring much more personal attention than only one female could give. And like Michael, he had no problem finding willing subjects.