Family Master Jenny

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.

-

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."

She hopped in the passenger seat and he got in and started to drive away. Once they got moving, Steven asked, "Do you remember Jenny from the party?"

Sandy closed her eyes and moaned a little, "Oh, yeah. She licked that cum off my face."

Steven laughed about the absurdity, "Yeah. Well, she's my math teacher."

"What!? How!? Did she recognize you? Did you say something? What happened!?"

"At first when she came in, I was sure it was her, but then I got a little paranoid that I was being racist, thinking all beautiful Asian women looked the same," he snickered at that. "She definitely wore a lot more make-up on Saturday. But, then she wrote her name on the board and said to call her 'Jenny' and when she saw me and froze up, I knew it was her."

"That's crazy! Then what?" Sandy shivered and moaned, then reached her hand across to her brother's lap and started rubbing the front of his pants.

Steven looked down at the hand and smiled, "She was awkward and distracted the rest of the class. Then once it was over, I lagged back and so did she." Sandy unhooked his jean's button and also put a hand under her own skirt. "As I approached her, she tried to say that we should ignore each other and keep it professional, but I could tell how horny she was. So I basically called her a slut and told her, not asked, that we'd be having sex during her office hours on Wednesday."

"That's so hot!" Sandy fished out his cock and started jerking him off while rubbing harder on herself. "What'd she say to that?" She practically begged him to answer.

Steven laughed, "Not a whole lot. She was fighting off trying to touch herself and was basically moaning acceptance. But, we'll see how she really feels when she's away from me and can calm down. If I get an E-mail canceling, then we'll know."

"I get to come too, right?" Her eyes were closed as she masturbated him and herself, furiously. "Her ass was perfect!"

"No," her eyes shot open, and she looked at him accusatory. Steven went on quickly, "I need to understand her kinks and how far she's willing to take this first before we ramp up to an incestuous threesome," he said in a soft voice, trying to placate her.

She pouted but went back to rubbing them before finally saying, "Fine!" in a petulant voice.

-

Jenny sat on her couch, legs tucked under her, short satin robe loosely wrapped around her, half-full glass of wine in one hand, and her laptop sitting on her leg warming a spot on her leg, already heated from horniness. She'd composed an e-mail, rewrote it, and rewrote it a second time. Her mouse pointer hovered over the send button. Steven's presence in her class and life was problematic, and the e-mail said she was canceling their appointment, but she'd been trying to decide to send it for twenty minutes and was no closer to doing it.

Just the thought of a student taking her with force and confidence made her wet and horny, and the wine wasn't helping to make a good decision. Her mind mixed the naked man from the sex club with the boy from her class; his pretty face, toned body, and beautiful dick. Her hand slowly pushed her robe aside and gently touched the skin underneath. She trailed up to her breast and slowly circled her nipple, slowly her nipple became erect and she gently petted it.

Her eyes closed and her breath shook, her pussy leaked, and her heart raced. "Oh, god Steven! Take me!" She moaned into the empty air of her apartment. Her eyes shot open, she slammed the lid of her laptop down and set the wine and computer on the end table, far away from her, then she flopped her back down onto the couch and completely opened her robe, exposing her body to the room.

She spread her legs wide and touched her already wet pussy and felt another surge of excitement as she touched her tiny sensitive clit. Reaching deep into herself, she tugged and pulled at her throbbing clit and rubbed hard circles around it, before sliding her hand into her horny cunt. Her nipples were stiff nubs against the robe. She moaned out Steven's name again, added sir and master a few times as she rubbed her lips and caressed her breasts. Sinking her fingers into her soft, wet, box, she tugged at her engorged pussy lips, before jamming three fingers straight up and into herself.

She blinded reached to the coffee table and found her bullet vibrator. The fact that she had brought it into the living room meant she always knew she be unable to send that e-mail. She turned it on and held it to her little clit. 'Oh my, god!' she screamed into her mind. With the vibrator in her right hand, she held it to her clit while she cupped her right tit with her left hand. She pinched her nipple as she held the vibrating tip to her clit. She felt the little electric jolts of sexual excitement running through her spread legs.

She closed her eyes and continued to pleasure herself, her juices were flowing. She pretended like Steven was there, telling her to give him a good show, she got lost in her fantasy, and putting on a masturbation show for her 'master' was so damned hot. She could feel her pussy juices sliding down her crack onto the robe under her ass cheeks. It didn't take her long to get lost in her own masturbatory pleasure. She could feel her hips involuntarily thrusting up and back as she grew closer to an orgasmic climax. She imagined several men standing around her stroking themselves, she imagined Steven encouraging her. She loved all the hard cocks, in various stages of sexual arousal. She imagined hearing and seeing those guys exploding in orgasm. It was so fucking hot!

She moved her hand to her other tit and pinched that nipple which sent more little electrical sexual jolts zipping through her body down to her throbbing pussy. She was rapidly approaching the edge of her ecstasy where she wanted to hang for as long as she could before allowing herself to topple over into the waves of orgasmic bliss. She was so close and needed to have something hard in her pussy, so she took the little vibrator and started fucking her hot, wet, puffy pussy, and over she went into the throes of orgasm. She didn't hold back, she moaned and groaned until the last shudder subsided.

She lay there for a few minutes with her legs spread wide, her pussy juices coating the insides of her inner thighs, and her little vibrator soaked in pussy cum. She finally set the vibrator on the coffee table next to the couch.

Chapter 2

Unbeknownst to each other, both Steven's and Jenny's day was filled with fear and excitement. They were both filled with restless, horny energy and the day dragged on into eternity. Jenny just barely got through the day and then had to deal with her office hours. Luckily, as it was only the first week most students were just looking to transfer or drop classes and usually only required a signature.

As another student left the office, she leaned back in her chair, subconsciously put her hand hear her crotch, and just left it sitting there. Today she had done up her hair and make-up more, but toned down her outfit just a little, a little longer skirt and a more properly sized shirt, but the underwear was some of the most attractive and best fitting set she had. It never failed to arouse those who see it.

Finally, near the end of her office hours, she went to the door, opened it, and saw Steven sitting casually in one of the three chairs outside her office. Her breath caught in her throat seeing him, even though he was just in jeans and a black t-shirt, his presence thrilled her. "Steven? Why don't you come on in." Her voice sounded strong, but her nerves were high.

He got up, approached her, squeezing past her too close to her body, looked deeply into her eyes as he passed, and said, "Thank you, Jenny," with a cocky smirk.

She flushed as he said that, then she shut and locked the door, then checked and closed any curtains. Steven had sat in one of the chairs in front of her desk and was staring and smiling at her as she moved around the room. Finally, she returned to her desk and sat behind it, "What can I do for you?" She asked playing up the game.

Steven pulled his bag into his lap, opened it, and pulled out the syllabus, "I had some questions about this. Especially, the exam schedule."

Jenny was surprised by the question. She understood role-play, but... She answered calmly and professionally. He then asked another question, which she answered. Then another and another; they all seemed like real questions and well thought out. But, aside from his eyes occasionally wondering, he didn't make lewd suggestions or even innuendos. It took about an hour, and then he thanked her for the help, stood, and headed toward the door. "What!?" Jenny yelled out as he was leaving. She got up from her chair and circled her desk.

"Sorry, what was that, professor?" Steven asked with a sincere look.

"Aren't we... I mean, are you... This was, supposed to, um, don't you want to do 'something'?" She took a step toward him.

He closed the gap, brought his hand to her chin, lifted her face to his, looked deep into her eyes, and slowly kissed her. A slow passionate kiss, but not sloppy or forceful; a loving kiss. When he pulled back, she kept her eyes closed and licked her lips. Then his mouth went toward her ear; she felt his breath tickle her neck, and he whispered, "Not yet. You're not ready." Her body shivered, a thrill running down her spine, her nipples were hard, and pussy wet. Then he pulled back, took a step away, shouldered his bag, took a relaxed pose, and said, "Thanks, professor. I think I might need more help. How about next week?"

"Next week?" Her voice shook. That's too long. "How about private tutoring!?" She practically begged.

"It's a little early in the semester for that. I'm not struggling with anything yet." Steven smirked.

"Tutoring can help with more than just keeping up. You can get ahead!" She struggled to find good reasons.

"Ah, no thanks, Jenny. But, same time next week?" Steven asked innocently.

She took several deep breaths, trying to calm her heart. "Um, I guess. Uh, yes. Please, next week," she said then lowered her voice and pleaded, "Next week, please!"