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This story is a work of fiction and any resemblance to persons living, dead, or fictional is entirely unintentional. Sexual activity should occur only between consenting, competent adults in the absence of coercion and events depicted herein should not be taken as an endorsement of similar behavior. What is erotic in fantasy can be reprehensible in reality and one should not confuse the two.
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The day was bright and crisp with speckles of light filtering through the trees, but inside my mood was dark. Normally, I loved walking across campus, from my office to class, seeing the students chatting, studying, and sometimes just relaxing. I loved the feeling of people learning about the world and who they were, and I treasured that I got to teach them. The rhythmic clacking of my heels on the brick path was normally soothing to me, but not today. Today it was a reminder of the mess I had gotten myself into.
At thirty-five, you would think I had it all together. Teaching Professor at a major university, wife, mother of two, Girl Scout leader and respected member of my community. And somehow on top of all that, I managed to stay fit. Those heels clicking one after another were supporting a pair of long, toned legs that I worked hard to keep. My hips were bigger than when I had met my husband, Mike, in graduate school, but were still shapely. A woman's hips, my husband called them, rather than a girl's. My stomach wasn't as flat as it had been before the kids, but nothing to complain about. My breasts were even a bit fuller than they used to be, full C-cups instead of B's, and just as perky. Motherhood had been kind to me. And for all that, I thought my best feature was my long auburn hair, currently clipped loosely at the back of my head. Dressed today in a silky orange wrap dress and tan leather heels, I was still able to turn heads. Like I said, if you didn't know any better you'd think I had it all. But appearances can be deceiving.
The problem, I thought, not for the first time, as I approached the college admin building, is that I don't know when to give up.
Mike and I met in graduate school and we married before I finished my PhD. Not long after the wedding, Mike finished his dissertation and was ready to graduate. He had been offered a tenure track job at a big university and they had offered to hire me as well as a Research Assistant Professor. Not a tenure track job, but it would give me a paycheck and resources to publish with. But I wasn't ready yet. My dissertation was coming along, but wasn't even half baked yet. Without a defense I wouldn't have a PhD, and without a PhD I couldn't take my job. Then I'd just be another stay-at-home wife until I could finish it up. That didn't sit right with me. I love my husband and he's a good man, but I wasn't raised to be anyone's homemaker. So I went to my advisor to see what might be done. We talked, one thing led to another, and somehow I ended up bent over his desk with my panties around my ankles and his cock in my pussy. I had to fuck him twice more but he made sure I got my PhD on time.
After that, life unfolded. We moved, we took our jobs, and after a few years we had our first child. And then our second. My position turned out to be a lot more temporary than advertised and I ended up staying home with the kids while they were little. Mike was pissed about how the college had treated me, but tenure track jobs are hard to come by. He worked even harder for tenure to make sure we'd all be supported and in hopes of having more options in the future. Finally, a chance came to move somewhere new. A new university that would not only tenure Mike, but hire me on as an Adjunct. Academia is a brutal place and after being forced out, I thought my chances of coming back were somewhere between none and don't make me laugh. But Mike's hard work paid off and, once again, his record was strong enough to carry us both. He started as a tenured Associate Professor and I was back in the classroom. It felt good to be more than a homemaker again, but it wasn't enough and it felt like something that Mike had given me, rather than something I'd earned all on my own. Adjuncts are the temps of the academic world; hired semester by semester, paid little, and earning almost no respect. This was not what I had signed up, and worked so hard, for.
Eventually an opportunity came around- a chance at a Teaching Assistant Professor position. Still just teaching, no opportunity to earn tenure, but more pay, a better title, and a lot more security. It was a lot more like what I had always wanted. But again, academia is a brutal place. More than a hundred candidates applied for the position, candidates with more experience than me, or more papers than me, or even just younger than me. I knew if I wanted the job, I had to do something to really stand out.
It had worked once before, so somehow I just ended up going the same route. I arranged to have a private meeting with the hiring committee- three older professors. Brian, skinny and vegan, Sam, overweight and past his intellectual prime, and Dan, our gray-haired department chair. Before, in grad school, I'd stumbled accidentally into fucking my way out of a jam. I made my pitch a lot more directly this time and they caught on fast. I stripped while they watched, knowing that from this day forward my colleagues, and my husband's colleagues, would know exactly how my tits looked. I sucked each of their cocks, finishing by swallowing their cum. And I let them take turns fucking me on a table, each one holding a leg while the third pounded my pussy. I knew every time I saw them from then on, I'd know what it felt like to have them in me. They would always know how my cunt felt on their cocks. But it was worth it to get my job.
It was only when they were done that they told me that since I was already an Adjunct in the department, my hire would have to be reviewed by a larger committee, including Dean Louis Franks. From the way they smiled at me, I could tell that there was no way that my little sales pitch would be hidden from him. My meeting with that larger committee went how you'd think. Four faculty, including Dan, Brian and Sam, as well as the Dean met me in my office and they took turns with me for two hours. I tried to keep some semblance of control, ordering them to line up so I could suck one of them after another, and at first I thought it was working. I'd swallowed everything two of them could give me and was working on the third. But then they took over and I found myself on my hands and knees on cheap institutional linoleum with Dean Franks' cock in my cunt while Brian pounded his dick between my lips. It's a shame I can't put "spit-roasting" on my CV!
Which brings me to today, I thought sourly as I pulled open the door to the admin building and walked inside. After that, my Department Chair and my Dean knew exactly what I was capable of and what I might be coerced into. I hadn't even caught my breath yet, lying on that dirty linoleum with the taste of cum in my mouth and semen leaking out of my pussy, when the Dean put his hand on my face, looked me in the eyes, and pronounced my fate.
"Lana, that was a very convincing interview and you'll get your job. But from here on when I tell you, you're going to show up and you're going to do whatever I tell you, whenever I tell you, with whoever I tell you. Otherwise, Mike will know his pretty little wife is a slut."
Walking up the building stairs, I felt ice slide down my spine at the memory. I got my job, but that wasn't the end of it by a long shot. From time to time the Dean has called on me to do things. Once it was to entertain a collection of donors after a fundraising event. I almost stumble as I remember gyrating topless to a hip-hop song in a room full of old men, knowing that was only the beginning. Another time he used me to "welcome" the new university president. I was naked and sucking his cock when I heard our new president say he was glad that some of the female faculty still knew that their place was on their knees with a dick in their mouth. I didn't even hesitate when he said it; I just kept sucking, fist pumping up and down on his hard cock, until he came in my mouth. After, I told him it had been an honor to welcome our new president. I had gotten good at being a slut; I could deep throat like I was born to it, and knew exactly how much lube it took for a cock to slide easily into my ass. I'd even learned how to eat pussy, because it turns out that there are plenty of women who are happy to take advantage of someone in my position. I wondered sometimes why I put up with it, how it was that I even could put up with it. Once or twice, I wondered if somehow perversely I'd come to enjoy it. But that couldn't possibly be.
