Chapter 1
She walked down the sparsely populated college hallway, on the way to her classroom. Her heels clicked heavily on the hard floor, heads turned toward her, and most stared, man or woman. She knew the effect she had on them; she was beautiful. She was half Japanese, a quarter Korean, and a quarter Chinese. Her face was a beautiful representation of Southeast Asian beauty; big dark eyes, a small nose and mouth, a delicate jaw, chin, neck, and collarbone. She was 5'7", and had long, smooth, black hair, currently tied back in a high ponytail. She had a body that she didn't feel self-conscious saying was nearly perfect; tight, fit, perfect mix between feminine beauty and athletic fitness. Her skin was flawless and smooth, her ass high and tight, and she had ideal b-cup teardrop breasts with small dark nipples.
The eyes of most men in the hall drew quickly to her ass and stayed there. She craved the attention to what was likely an unhealthy level, but she wasn't hurting anyone, so continued to do so. She dressed very near the edge of acceptable for a college teacher; her dark blue, button-up shirt was likely a size too small, with likely one too many buttons undone. Her black skirt was a little too short, occasionally riding up just high enough to see the edge of the black lace of her stockings.
Normally, she didn't feel the need to show off so much, but it was the first day of classes and she liked to make an impression and over the weekend, she, as a member of an exclusive sex club, had gone to a large event and was worshipped and used by half a dozen people. She loved being treated like a sex object but didn't want that to bleed too much into her normal life, so once or twice a month she went to 'special' parties and got what she needed.
She entered her classroom, set her bag on her desk, grabbed a marker, turned toward the board, made extra effort to push her ass up and out, and wrote out her name, "But, you can call me Jenny. I don't feel old enough to be called professor or Missus." She chuckled and turned to scan her students. The men, boys really, freshmen, started wide-eyed at her, sending a thrill through her body. Then she saw him and her breath caught in her chest, 'No!' she screamed in her mind. There, three rows back, near the window was a man, six foot tall, short, well-styled brown hair, pretty face, and since she had seen his body two days ago when she'd sucked his cock, she knew his body was thin with lean muscles, like a swimmer's frame.
'How!? How could someone from the Club be here? How'd this happen? She didn't want the separate parts of her life mixed. Maybe, he didn't recognize her... But, no. His eyes were filled with recognition. His smile which should have looked malicious, was more one was happiness and attraction.' She blushed and whipped back around, pretending to look for something in her bag, before realizing she actually needed to pull the syllabus papers from there.
She took much longer than necessary and tried to get her breathing and heart rate under control. Finally, when she thought she could handle it, she turned back around and her eyes, even though she tried to stop them, found Steven's eyes. His smile remained in place and his look caused her to freeze again. Luckily, she was able to avert her eyes from the man before the class could connect the dots.
As she only needed to get through the syllabus, she was able to squeak through, before dismissing the class. She sat down heavily in her chair as students filed past. She looked over to Steven and saw he was very slowly putting his stuff away; it was clear he was doing the same as Jenny. This needed to be addressed.
As the last student left the room, Steven stood, shouldered his bag, and slowly approached Jenny's desk. "Jenny," he said simply.
She looked into his eyes again and blushed, "Steven. I didn't think I'd be seeing you again so soon."
He chuckled, "Yeah... This is lucky." He confidently sat on the edge of her desk and leaned in. Jenny looked at his pretty face and again remembered as she'd dropped to her knees in front of him and pulled out his impressive 7" inch dick in a room full of people less than two days ago.
She licked her lips as he leaned in. "No! Steven. What happened at the Club... I don't mix those parts of my life. This is my job! I spent six years getting my masters. I'm not risking it! We have to call a truce and... I'll be the teacher, you'll be the student. Nothing more, nothing less."
"Jenny." He said her name simply, but confidently. "If you answer a few of my questions, truthfully, and still don't want 'more'. I'll act as the perfect student, won't even stare at your ass as you're writing on the board." He crossed his finger over his heart.
Jenny laughed at his confidence, "Sure, you'd be the first." She leaned further away from him, not trusting herself. His eyes looked down to her thigh and she followed to where he looked. As she leaned back, her skirt moved up even higher; it likely looked like she did it on purpose. "Ask. I'll answer. Then we'll be done with all this."
He smiled even deeper and bit his lip as he continued to stare at her thigh. "Okay." He paused, "You dream of one of your students taking you over your desk, maybe with a room full of students, true?"
Her eyes went wide and she opened her mouth to deny it vehemently, but stopped... Because it was true. She glanced to the side, the door open, then back to the man, the position looked too intimate, "True," she said looking down, embarrassed, but excited.
"You'd love to have a love affair with a strong, sexy, student that treats you like a slut, yes?"
Her body shivered and she almost moaned, but said, "Yes," quietly.
"But, you can't. The Club rules, the college code of conduct, and your own fear of that student spreading rumors, all stop you from exploring that dirty, slutty part of yourself?"
She was breathing deeply now, her pussy was wet, her face was flush, her mind going wild picturing this student taking her here and now; no fear or care of being caught. "Yes," she hissed through gritted teeth.
"So, what if one of your students was also a member of that club and had their own secret that you had over them? What if that member knew what his slutty teacher needed and wanted? Would that help you accept him?"
"God! Yes!" She screamed out before her hand rushed up and covered her mouth to stifle the noise.
Steven smiled broadly. "So. I see on the syllabus that your office hours are Wednesday from 5-7:30, is that true?"
"Yes," she said simply and more calmly.
"Is your office private and does the door lock?"
"Yes," she squeaked out, now knowing where this was going.
He leaned close, lightly lifted her chin, and moved forward as if to kiss her. She closed her eyes to accept it, but then his face brushed against hers and he whispered in her ear, "I'll be outside your door near the end of your office hours. I think I'll need at least an hour to go over this syllabus. Okay?"
"Okay," she mumbled, her mind foggy now.
He then quickly pulled back and stood up from the desk, falling into a less domineering persona. She shook her head to clear her thoughts. Did she want that? God, Yes! She did. Would she let it happen? God, Yes! She would. Was this stupidly risky? God, Yes! It was. Did she care? A little, but not enough to stop this train. He walked out the door without another word. She leaned heavily back in her chair and had to use a force of will to keep her hand from dropping to her pussy.
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Steven had two more classes that day that he had so much trouble concentrating on. The odds of that woman being his math professor were insane. His life was insane. His getting away with the way he approached and talked to her was insane. As he leaned against his car waiting for his twin sister Sandy, he thought about how much his life had changed in so short a time. Barely a month ago, his parents had told him and his sister that they were sex slaves to a dominant couple, Nathan and Ericka.
That during the first weekend that they met that couple, they attempted to, admittedly unethically, convince the twins to also join them as sex slaves. Sandy was immediately drawn in by Nathan's charisma and domineering personality and wanted to try the submissive lifestyle, and admittedly Steven was lovestruck stupid by Ericka's beauty and was close to also being drawn in. But ultimately, his concern for his sister's safety and freedom overcame his teenage hormones and he convinced Sandy to give each other their virginity and for her to explore her sexual kinks with him instead of Nathan.
That in turn led Nathan and Steven to make a deal, with them sharing Sandy and his parents as slaves, acting as co-masters. And then that in turn led to Nathan inviting Steven and Sandy to join an exclusive sex club, which in turn led to the first large party at the Club where his current math professor gave him a blowjob in the middle of the room. His life is insane.
As his mind wandered, he saw his sister skipping across the parking lot toward him. She was much shorter than him at 5'2", had medium-length soft red hair, a cute face with a big smile and button nose, a tight and toned body, a gymnast and cheerleader in a high school, with small b-cup breasts and narrow hips, rounding out her compact frame. She ended her skipping with a big jump and came to a stop in front of him, he could tell she wanted to wrap him in a hug and give him an inappropriate kiss, but people knew they were siblings and that relationship couldn't be spread around.
"How was your day, Mas... Brother?" Sandy asked excitedly.
"Get in. I need to tell you about something crazy."
