Yes Professor

It's Wednesday. My treat on Wednesdays is to have a coffee in front of the city council, at the cart that is placed in the central square. Walking down the main avenue, past the old jetty and away from the crowds, turning on my iZooma to interact with the stories and the news while sitting in front of the beach and drinking my coffee. It is a hidden place from tourists which in summer fill the beaches and the turquoise sea. I come here to watch the news of the day, drink my coffee and watch people sunbathe. The topless will never go out of style. I like the coffee cart. It has that air, so I'm sure it was a great time from the beginning of the millennium. After my coffee, I go to the antique market. Sometimes exciting things are found, but now it is fashionable to make holograms inspired by iPods' music. They are those nice square-shaped or rectangle devices from the beginning of the century used to store songs. I always wonder what the original owners thought when saving...

I was trembling in fear and trepidation as I stepped into Aarti's house along with Aarti. The house was just next door to that of Shobha. Nobody else was home at that time. Aarti took off her clothes as soon as she closed the doors and threw them to me. She said, "Now my maid, you are going to wash these clothes of mine." I stammered as I said, "But Aartiji I had never done it before." Aarti smiled and after coming closer put her arms around me. She whispered in my ear, "I know. But there is always a first time maid. Give it a try. The detergent is over there." I knew it was futile to argue and hence decided to try the same. I had accepted myself as a plaything for Shobha and Aarti long before, and being a maid for them was also a part of it. I took water in a bucket from the handpump and took a handful of detergent. Aarti immediately stopped me. She said, "Hey maid take care of the quantity. This much detergent will clean off all my clothes!...

Kimmie had just turned 18. Her conservative, southern parents would have been surprised to know that she had become sexually active about a year earlier and had lost her virginity to her only serious (and current) boyfriend six months ago. Her parents would have been floored to know that Kimmie also had a very active sexual imagination. That curiosity had her browsing the internet to see if she could arrange to have some risqué photos taken to give to her boyfriend for his upcoming 20th birthday. So far, she had learned that what she was interested in was called a "boudoir" photo shoot. She needed the photographer not to be local, though, because everybody knew everybody in the small town where she lived. The nicest studio she found was near Atlanta, almost an hour's drive away. When Kimmie called, she learned that the studio closed at 5:30 during the week and all Saturday appointments were filled until after her boyfriend's birthday. Kimmie had cheerleading practic...

Pretext: We're both sitting on the couch watching the news and drinking our coffee. You've been turned on needing me since the night before because both of us were exhausted and couldn't stay awake. I've been turned on since the night before because I'm just always wanting you. You turn the tv off and turn to me, cuddling against my chest and talking to me about our day. Your hand slides under my shirt as we sit together, our usual watching tv position. My hand is resting on the back of your neck, rubbing comfortingly with my thumb the way you love. We talk about what we need to do, what we want to eat, the usual banter that gets us through our breakfast. Your hand slowly starts to stroke up and down my chest, gently rubbing my nipple when you reach it, settling deeper into my arms. Your warm sweater tickling my skin and your distracted touch start to have an affect on me. You watch me start to harden in my night boxers, aware again of the wetness dampening your p...

Jennifer smiled as she left Professor Stone's office. It had been a breeze to convince her to give Jenifer extra credit for the psychology course. All she would have to do is come to Professor Stone's office everyday and listen to some tapes. What harm could come from that? Professor Stone smirked as the young eighteen year old left her office. Little did her new student suspect that she was a hardcore lesbian who got off on turning her students into obedient sluts. She already had a harem at home but a woman could never have to many whores. Soon Jennifer would join that harem. Just the thought of that made Professor Stone grow wet. She'd have one of her sluts get her off tonight...maybe two. Just the thought of her creaming across their faces caused her to get her vibrator out. She needed action now and Jennifer wasn't ready..yet. One of the problems with Jennifer was she wasn't beautiful. But, Professor Stone had ways of dealing with that. Harsh ways. Jennifer wo...