by Powerone
Dr. Stone enjoyed the way she sucked his cock, her mouth sucking with such enthusiasm, in spite of his age. And he never felt so hard as he did now, eager to shove his cock into her pussy as soon as Dr. Martin was finished with her. He watched her as her body was buffeted by Dr. Martin's powerful thrusts, her tits rocking back and forth beneath her, hanging down like ripe fruit. He couldn't resist, his fingers plucking at the tips as he fucked her face.
Dr. Martin's hands slid around her waist and found her pussy, peeling back her lips to seek out her clit. He found it, hard and throbbing, his fingers pinching it, driving her ass back onto his waiting cock. Between the two cocks she couldn't wait any longer, unable to contain her own lust, cumming on Dr. Martin's cock as he reamed her out. He waited for her to finish before he pulled his cock out, Monika's waiting mouth ready for the second load of cum. She eagerly sucked in the abundant crème, filling her belly with more of the thick, salty cum.
Dr. Stone had her flat on her stomach, his legs between her thighs spreading her so wide that she thought she was being split up the middle. She felt a tremor of excitement spread through her body as his cock slid over her anus, but it was not destined to be there that he entered her, pushing his cock down farther until she felt his cock split her wet pussy open. He spread his naked body on hers as his hips rose up and down rhythmically as he fucked her. He didn't last long, pulling out too late to reach her mouth, his hands pulling apart her cheeks to shoot his cum on the crack of her ass, the hot crème jetting onto her anus, an uncomfortable tremor running through her body of forbidden lust.
Dr. Swenson was last. She was forced to sit on his cock, Monika finding it much more painful to take it inside her. His hands guided her body, forcing her up and down, each time his cock feeling like it was splitting her up the middle and would come out her mouth. His hands played with her breasts as they danced on her chest from her rhythmical coupling. She felt fingers playing along her ass cheeks, rubbing along her sweat-drenched crack and over her anus, sending the tiny hole into uncontrollable spasms. Her body grew tense as the finger circled her anus, teasing the tiny hole, Monika's body frozen as she waited to be pierced by a thick finger in a hole not meant to be touched. But she knew that her tightness only made it easier for Dr. Swenson, his cock spewing his cum inside her pussy, unable to push Monika off in time.
Michael wasn't finished with her yet. They all got dressed, but Monika lay on the mat, naked, her legs spread wide, her pussy glistening with the spunk that filled her. Even her ass cheeks were slick with white, milky cum as well as her face. She had been thoroughly fucked. Michael told her of her success in securing the TA position, Monika proud that she got it, but was more excited for what Michael would teach her. And do to her, her body ready for anything he wanted. And she knew that she couldn't even comprehend what he would fathom. She masturbated willingly for them, her last task to complete, Monika easily able to cum in spite of them watching her or maybe it was because of it. Have I become an exhibitionist, able to achieve pleasure from performing blatant sexual acts as others watched?
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CHAPTER 4—Surprise Trip
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 c
areful 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.
* * * *
Michael looked at his Blackberry, the text message spilling its content out boldly. “10 at Starbucks"
Michael understood exactly who it was and where. He showed up at the Starbucks, taking a seat near the back of the room facing the door. They had found out the same time he did, or maybe sooner.
He sat down, both of them only nodding in passing, looking around to see who was in the slightly deserted Starbucks. They whispered in hushed tones, never sure who might be listening.
"How did it happen?” He questioned Michael. “After six years all of a sudden you get approval?” Everyone back at the Company was speculating as to what made him change his mind.
"You probably heard sooner than I did.” It had come out of the clear blue sky. An innocuous telegram. Nobody even sent telegrams in this day and age. They used E-mail. It was short.
You have been granted a visa for you and your staff for three months beginning June 1st. The Minister of Financial Planning will be at your disposal to you and your staff during the duration of your visit to help you in your endeavor. I hope to meet you and your staff after your arrival.
Cordially yours,
Fidel Castro
President of the Council of Ministers
"What the hell did you do differently? You've been trying for six years. All of a sudden Fidel Castro likes you?” The Company was abuzz with rumors.
"I didn't do anything. I submitted the list of TA's as I did every year. More of a formality, never expecting him to accept. That was two months ago. Nothing.” Michael couldn't explain it. Then it dawned on him. “Except."
"Except what?” He looked at Michael. This was their chance of a lifetime, very few Americans allowed into the country. Especially patriotic ones like Michael.
"I changed the list two days ago. One of my TA's was hurt in an accident and didn't return to school. I finally got a new one and changed the names."
"Who is she, the goddamn daughter of Hugo Chavez?” He was referring to the President of Venezuela, one of Fidel Castro's few friends since the fall of the Soviet Union.
"Monika Kowalska. I think you better check her out. And fast, we are leaving in a week.” Michael didn't like loose ends; he needed to know more about Monika. And fast. He knew what they were already thinking.
"I'll get back to you tomorrow. Is she trained?"
"I only had her for a couple of weeks. What do you think I am, a magician?” They always expected too much. He began to calm down, after all, this was the chance of a lifetime. Not only for this reason, but also for his career in economics. This would be the first study of the Cuba economy by a Western economist in over thirty years. “She's obedient. Sexually at least."
"At least you can control her with your cock."
"Yes, but so could others I suspect. Monika has something deep inside her. I haven't found it yet."
"Well find it fast. Or else they might. I'll have everything ready in two days for you. What we wouldn't be able to get through their customs will be waiting for you inside the country. We still have lots of friends in the country that would like to see Fidel dead. The rebels will contact you after you arrive. Act surprised. No one must know of your identity, especially Monika. Play along with them, maybe they will be able to get something out of her. I'm sure they can find something interesting for you to do, or someone to do while they take care of Monika."
They left separately, Michael heading back to the campus, the other car speeding off for the freeway. This was going to be an interesting three months.
* * * *
As the days moved closer to leaving for Cuba, Michael became more attentive to her. She wasn't sure what changed, but she didn't care. She loved the attention. And the sex. Like tonight. They had finished early in the office, Dana leaving a short while ago. Even Dana seemed to notice, leaving them alone. They were in Michael's bed, Monica naked, sprawled across the bedspread on her stomach. Michael was casually playing his fingers over her body, sending tingling tremors of excitement through her as they moved down over her naked back. Michael was an ass man, Monika knew that, and it was only a matter of time when he took her there. And she feared that, his cock big, her asshole tight and virginal. But she would never deny him anything. Would it be tonight?
Michael lay next to her naked body. The Company couldn't find any connection between Monika and anyone in Cuba. She had never been out of the country. Her parents were deceased, her mother passing away three years ago from an automobile accident. They could not find her father, or who he was, her mother having Monika out of wedlock. “Keep a close eye on her in Cuba,” they had told him. As if he wouldn't. And then there was the plan they were formulating. Michael had thought they were crazy, but they continually brought it up until even Michael thought it was possible. But they would need every bit of luck and more. In two days they would leave, flying to Mexico City and transferring to another plane to Havana. The United States still refused to recognize Cuba and forbade its citizens to go unless they had permission from the government. But now he had this lovely body to take care of.
She had a great ass, full, firm cheeks and a deep crack that hid the mysterious from his eyes. Her legs were coyly together, but he knew he had to only tell her to spread her legs and she would open up to him. His fingers trailed along her silky, smooth skin, leaving a trail of goose bumps as they traveled down her side. He could see the gentle swell of her breast, her arms out in front of her, her head resting on them, her head turned away from him as if she wanted to be teased by the fingers. His hands caressed the gentle swell of her ass, ti
ny hairs on her skin looking so delicate and fragile. His finger traced along her crack, Michael sure that he felt her hips rising up, her ass cheeks taut as though she could protect her asshole from him. “Relax, Monika,” his voice demanding. His finger traced deeper into her crack, her cheeks allowing him access to explore the deep crevice of her cheeks. He moved his head down to her back, able to see all that his fingers could explore.
She could almost feel his breath on her ass, his head on her back, his finger demanding access to a place that no one had explored before. Until tonight. She had to fight her cheeks from clenching, his finger discerning as it slid through her crack, the pressure as he pushed into the sharp crack. His other hand slid down over one cheek and was caressing her thighs, applying pressure between her legs, Monika knowing what he wanted. She refused, waiting for him to order her, the sound of his voice when he said those words making her almost cum on command.
"Spread those lovely legs, Monika.” She obeyed instantly, one hand sliding between her thighs to lightly trace down to her crotch, exploring the newly opened flesh. He got up from the position he was in, moving to the other end so he could gaze up between her legs and feast his eyes on her lovely pussy. “Farther,” he ordered her, her legs spreading wider, her pussy opening up to his gaze. His finger returned to her crack, finding her damp with sweat as he traced up over her perineum, teasing the tiny patch of skin before he moved up to his ultimate goal. His finger slid along the deep crack, his other hand gripping one of her shapely globes and pulling it apart to reveal the treasure his hands and eyes want to explore. His finger circled the tiny wrinkled hole, his finger almost bigger than it. He felt her body grow tense as he touched her in such an intimate spot, her cheeks clenching and unclenching uncontrollably from his touch.
She felt her cheeks pulled apart, feeling Michael's eyes staring up between her legs as his fingers took liberties with her anus. She couldn't control her muscles, Monika not believing that she had such delicate nerve endings in such a place. She could feel the bedspread beneath her grow wet with her juices. One finger played with her anus, Monika's body on edge, wondering if and when he would press harder and breach her. His other hand slid between her legs, pulling back her wet lips, sliding up and down her slit as he gently began to masturbate her. She had a hard time keeping her body still, the finger feeling so good as it split her lips apart, exploring her inner lips almost clinically. She felt his mouth on her inner thigh, licking along her skin, his beard scratching her sensitive flesh, Monika spreading her legs wider. His finger left her anus, Monika giving a sigh of relief, but his hands gripped her cheeks harder, pulling them apart until she could feel the night air blowing on her exposed anus. She didn't want to look behind her, ashamed at how she must look. She felt his beard scraping her ass cheeks, a kiss and then a bite as his mouth attacked one cheek.
