Late Satisfaction

[Claire]

Chapter 2 - Part 1

Eleanor was perfectly on time for her meeting with Professor Robertson. The hallway was lined with offices for professors, Ph.D. students, and student assistants. She scanned each office she went by for the nameplate: Prof. Anthony Robertson, Ph.D. Her heart was racing. She was excited, just like before one of her fights. But she wasn’t frightened at all. If anything, she enjoyed the adrenaline rush. She got excited only when there was something at stake. And that meant she was in conrol of the outcome, at least to a degree. What more could she ask for?

She came across a familiar face while looking for the professor’s office. Claire, the teaching assistant Eugene had a crush on, walked toward her accompanied by a male colleague. Claire didn’t say anything but she smiled at Eleanor and mouthed “Good luck!” as they passed by each other. Eleanor smiled back.

After observing how Claire, the women in the department office, and most of the Ph.D. students dressed, Eleanor was glad she had followed Eugene’s advice. She had finally chosen to wear a knee-length pink tulle skirt, comfortable ballet flats, and a simple black long-sleeved top. The outfit was too girly for her taste. But as a tall woman, she had learned how to adjust her appearance if she wanted to avoid men getting intimidated by her physical presence.

It didn’t take her long to find Professor Robertson’s office. She took a deep breath, then she knocked on the door. She had expected an immediate response, but all she got was silence. She was about to knock again when Professor Robertson answered her after all.

“Come in.”

She opened the door and stepped into the room. He sat at a cluttered desk. Papers from various journals, books, and a pile of ungraded seminar papers were scattered around the two monitors, the keyboard, and the mouse. The photo of a woman, presumably his wife, seemed to be the only thing with a designated place on his desk. Two large windows offered a clear view of the campus below. The walls were lined with shelves full of books. She welcomed the chaos. Robertson was the antithesis of her mother’s belief that discipline and order were the only path to success.

For a moment, she didn’t know what to do next. Robertson looked at her with an expression she couldn’t quite read. Irritated? Unsure? Nervous? She couldn’t put her finger on it. During orientation, upper-year students had told her a lot about him, mostly praise. And after attending his lecture for a while, she could confirm most of it. But there was one thing she couldn’t agree with: He didn’t seem like the confident man she had been told about. On the contrary, he often looked shy and nervous to her. Like he was struggling with imposter syndrome, unable to hide the unease of a man who wasn’t convinced he deserved the elevated position he held.

But her unease lasted only a moment. He stood up from behind his desk, took a few brisk steps toward her, and gestured toward a chair with a warm, welcoming smile.

“Ms. Price, please, take a seat.”

Eleanor put her jacket and purse over the back of the chair and sat down.

“Thank you.”

She placed her trembling hands in her lap and lowered her gaze. Then he began to speak.

“Um, I have to admit, your email caught me by surprise. Given your questions during and after the lectures, I had the impression you were doing quite well. I’ve looked over your weekly assignments, and those were well above average too.”

Her email didn’t say why she wanted to talk with him. Apparently, students usually came to him because they struggled with the material and now he seemed to assume she was here for the same reason.

“Yeah, no... that’s not the reason why I wanted to talk to you. I… uhh…”

What was so difficult about saying that her mother had cut her off and that she was no longer able to finance her studies on her own?

“Take your time. We’re not in a hurry.”

She lifted her head and looked at him, grateful for his patience. He was twirling a pen between the fingers of his right hand. It soothed her, somehow, to realize she wasn’t the only one who was nervous - though she had no idea why he was so jittery.

“So, it’s like this. I’ve run into some unexpected financial trouble and if I don’t find a solution soon, then… I don’t really know how I’m going to pay for my apartment or school anymore.”

His face was hard to read. He seemed to contemplate something before he spoke.

“I understand… May I ask how you were paying for tuition, rent, and living expenses until now? As far as I know, you have no scholarship. And even if a student somehow lost theirs, I would normally be aware of that.”

Unable to hold his gaze any longer, she took a deep breath.

“I never applied for any scholarships. My mother… she was the one supporting me until recently. But she… we had a fight and… yeah…”

“And what about your father, if I may ask? Is he able to help at all?”

She sighed.

“I was raised by my father after my parents divorced. There’s nothing he wouldn’t do for me, but he simply doesn’t have the money. I haven’t even told him about the fight with my mother. If he knew about that… he’d probably sell everything he owns just to help me… Please, he... I can’t…”

She had said more than she intended. Once she started talking, the words just spilled out of her.

“I’m very sorry. I didn’t mean to touch a sore spot. Here.”

He offered her a tissue. She hadn’t even noticed she had started crying.

“Thanks.”

She accepted the tissue and looked at his kind face. He was no longer playing with the pen, and for the first time he looked like the confident professor she’d been told about.

“Alright, I’m sure we can find a student assistant position for you here in the department. Admittedly, that’s a tad unusual for a first-year student without any completed coursework yet. But I promise you, we’ll make it work.”

She had just finished wiping her tears when she felt like crying new ones already. His words were the first piece of good news for her in weeks.

“Getting a scholarship mid-semester - that’s more difficult. I can’t offer you any guarantees, but if your high school record is strong, I will gladly support your application. Also, I realize you might not like bringing this up. But you will improve your chances for a scholarship if you include in your application that you were raised by a single father in a low-income household.”

She could barely contain her excitement.

“Thank you, thank you so much! You have no idea how much this means to me!”

She didn’t know where the sudden shift in his demeanor came from. The encouraging look in his eyes, the confidence in his voice, the promising future he painted for her - all of it felt like a version of him she hadn’t seen before. She wanted to give him a hug for returning a hope to her she had lost. She had resigned herself to taking some low-paying job completely unrelated to her studies, hoping she could somehow earn enough without her grades collapsing under the extra workload.

“I don’t want to pry too much into your situation with your mother, but you could also talk to the Dean of Students office. They have staff trained to help students navigate complicated family or financial problems. And if you want them to, they can even reach out and help mediate with your mother.”

She was so grateful for his help that she actually considered the idea for a moment, even though she knew better. She shook her head as she rejected the idea. Someone else talking to her mother on her behalf? This would only make things worse. For her mother, that would be a clear sign of weakness, and nothing else.

“That’s a very kind offer. But you don’t know my mother, at least not personally. Maybe you’ve heard of her before? She’s Victoria Gardner, owner and CEO of the women’s fashion label White Mare. Your wife might be more familiar with that. Compared to my father, she’s just rolling in money. I grew up always knowing that she’d pay for my education. But we got into a fight because she thinks math is only for nerds living in an ivory tower. She wanted me to study business or law instead. Anyway, she’d never…”

He kept listening to her, but her words had shaken him to his core. He had only just found his composure, and then she hit him with this. This was their first long and private conversation. He had been incredibly nervous when she knocked on his door. He couldn’t help but imagine the horror of what would happen if he got up to greet her and got hard. The story wrote itself: a young female student looking for help enters the office of an old white man in a position of power, and he’s waiting for her with a hard-on. He could picture it clearly: the headlines in the media, how he’d be fired on the spot, Marla filing for divorce. But despite this crippling fear, he had somehow managed to hold a normal conversation with her… until she mentioned her father.

He hadn’t expected that the simple, predictable question of whether her father would be able to support her instead of her mother would cause her such distress. Over the last two months, he had tried to avoid her. He had imagined having sex with her basically everywhere: in his office, the elevator, the lecture hall. He hadn’t seen a person in her. In his fantasies she was a sex toy, and in reality nothing but a threat. But the more he listened to her, the more the person in front of him took shape. She had cried at the thought of her loving father ruining himself financially to support her. She had enough to deal with. She didn’t need a pathetic middle-aged man with an out-of-control libido complicating her life even further. She had transformed for him, from a piece of meat with a hole he wanted to fill to a human being. He had never felt more ashamed.

At that moment he had been sure that he’d manage to stay in control. She hadn’t suddenly become unattractive. He still felt the pull of her inexplicable allure, but he had also developed a genuine concern for her well-being. He was optimistic until… until she spoke that name: Victoria Gardner. Suddenly it all made sense to him. The ruthless gravity of her attraction, why she felt so familiar. Eleanor was wrong. He did know her mother. Victoria had been the girl who had consumed his every thought in his youth. He felt himself growing hard.

[Vela Nanashi]

I guess it is a bit unclear to me what Eleanor's goal is really, but it is good to be excited, hopefully she manages to get what she wants though

Nice to see Claire too

Dressing non scary, for men who get scared? I guess that is a good plan. Also I guess math department may be full of nerds and maybe there is the whole jock vs nerd thing going on too, but I am not sure how often the jock is female

I find that for me at least having certain objects in a room helps me think, like a shelf with books, when I have that they seem to provide some sort of inspiration, it is weird I guess If I am somewhere else without all the things I am used to I can't think the same ways.

Ah financial trouble, okay, now I know too

Her protecting her father is nice of her, but yeah he would want to help...

Some very good news there, happy for her. Though it makes sense if she is a good student too, one would want to keep those.

So she is a dead ringer for her own mother I guess. Still good that he now has a person attached to the attraction, for Eleanor, and also knows better why he has that crazy attraction. I don't think being ashamed of being drawn to someone makes sense, it only in my eyes becomes wrong if one translates that into a wrong action, thoughts, feelings, emotions are all fine.

Good chapter, moar please

[Claire]

I guess it is a bit unclear to me what Eleanor's goal is really, but it is good to be excited, hopefully she manages to get what she wants though

I hope it's clear at the end of the chapter?

Nice to see Claire too

Yeah, a rare glimpse of Claire before everything went to hell for her. :/

Dressing non scary, for men who get scared? I guess that is a good plan.

We both know how much women often dance around male egos. So Eleanor making sure her strength is not perceived as threatening made sense to me. But I'm too small to talk about this from my own experience.

So she is a dead ringer for her own mother I guess.

I wouldn't go that far, but he certainly sensed a familiary he couldn't pinpoint before.

Good chapter, moar please

Already working on it, but the next part is much longer!

[Claire]

Chapter 2 - Part 2


“… and that’s why my mother named me after Eleanor Roosevelt - the prototype of the modern First Lady who just so happened to also spearhead the commission that drafted the Universal Declaration of Human Rights for the UN. The idea to set her expectations for me just a little bit below that probably never even crossed her mind…”

Anthony was still listening and had encouraged her to keep talking. Eleanor obviously needed to get some things off her chest, and he was curious to hear her perspective on Victoria. It was eerie how much he was able to recognize the girl he’d known back then in the words Eleanor used to describe a mother in her forties.

He was 13 when he first noticed her at school. He had always thought of himself as intelligent. But next to Victoria he had felt dumb and… lacking, for the first time in his life. Victoria wasn’t simply intelligent. She was ambitious, driven, demanding, unforgiving toward herself and others, and absolutely unyielding in the pursuit of her goals. He was fascinated by her. Her mere existence had shown him everything he wasn’t but could have, no, should have been. He had been grateful for the gift of his innate intelligence. It allowed him to cruise through school and later academia with little effort. But for Victoria, talent wasn’t something that made life easier. It raised the bar. For a long time, he believed that being near her brought out his best self.

He had vied for her attention. He wanted to be the man at her side, someone worthy of her. For seven long years he had been under her spell. They had been something like friends, but never the couple he wanted them to be. He had longed for the kiss that would finally acknowledge him as her equal. But he never got it. When they were 20 she left for Princeton, and their paths finally diverged. He had tried to stay in contact with her but he quickly realized that to her he was nothing more than an old classmate who was no longer of any use to her. That was the moment he realized he would never find happiness in a life where his greatest ambition was to exist in her shadow.

He had believed he had overcome the years of rejection - that letting go of her had made him a different man. But meeting her daughter had awoken old desires barely contained beneath the carefully maintained façade.

“Do you happen to have your high school record and résumé on hand? I would like to take a first look whether your record is good enough for potential scholarships.”

His penis was struggling against his pants. Every fiber of his being was screaming at him: ‘Take her here! Take her now!’

“Yes, just one moment. I got a USB drive with all the records you might need in my purse.”

He watched as she leaned over her purse. He could see the outline of her breasts through her black top. A strand of her hair fell into her face. She used only her middle finger to push it back behind her ear, just like her mother used to do. He reached for his crotch, caressing his tortured dick as if the gentle touch of his hand could calm it down.

“Here you go.”

Eleanor handed him the USB drive over the table. All her worries had vanished from her face, and the smile on her lips left no doubt how relieved she was. That was an undeniable difference from her mother. He couldn’t remember ever having seen an expression of such relaxed joy on Victoria’s face.

“Thank you.”

He took the drive with his free hand and plugged it into his PC.

“It looks like you secured the drive with a password. Would you mind coming over and unlocking it?”

He rolled his office chair back a little to make room for her. She stood up and came around the desk. It was almost too late already when he remembered to let go of his crotch.

“Yes, of course, I completely forgot about that.”

She hadn’t been in such a good mood since the fight with her mother. She stood at his desk, gave him a brief smile, and was about to enter the password when she noticed… a bulge in his pants? Before she could risk a subtle second glance he had crossed his legs and put his hands in his lap. She couldn’t see anything anymore. Annoyed by herself, she shook her head when she started typing. How could she think such a thing even for a second? That must have been an unfortunate wrinkle in his pants, nothing more.

“So, this is my record, that’s my résumé, and here are a few other certificates… ”

His eyes were transfixed by her ass while she clicked through the files one by one. She was in the perfect position for him to just grab her and pull her onto his lap. She’d feel his raging hard-on while he kneaded her breasts with one hand and pulled her in for a passionate kiss with the other. But he kept himself in check. Soon, this conversation would be over without leaving his life in ruins as the next prominent MeToo case.

“That looks promising. You would have had a very good chance at a scholarship if you had applied earlier. Now, in the middle of the semester, it will be more difficult. But I promise to help you as much as I can. You talked to Ms. Green before, right? Please send her those files, too.”

Eleanor removed the USB drive from the computer and went back to her chair.

“Thank you so much, Professor! I promise you won’t regret hiring me!”

She saw him nod at her with a kind smile.

“I think we’re done for today then. Or was there anything else you wanted to talk about?”

She took her jacket from the back of the chair and draped it over her arm, then reached for her purse.

“No, no, I think I’ve told you more than enough about my mother and me. I’m sorry if that was too personal.”

He stood up to see her off. He had positioned himself strategically such that the monitor would hide his crotch from her view.

“It’s alright. You’re in a difficult position and needed to get a few things off your chest. That is perfectly fine. Anyway, I wish you the best of luck, and I’d say we’ll talk more when you come in to sign your contract.”

“Sounds good to me! And again, thank you so much!”

She headed for the door with a smile on her face. She was just about to put her hand on the handle when she heard his voice.

“One more moment, please.”

She turned back to him.

“Yes?”

He walked toward her fast. For a moment she was unsure about what he wanted from her. But when he raised his hand she realized they hadn’t shaken hands - neither when she had entered his office nor now, as she was about to leave. She gladly extended her hand to meet his when she suddenly noticed that there was indeed a bulge in his pants. Her brain was incapable of processing the situation fast enough. Her gaze was locked on his crotch, just a moment too long for her to recognize that his outstretched hand wasn’t reaching for hers. Then she felt it, his palm on her cheek and his fingers on her neck. Her eyes shot up abruptly to look for an explanation in his face but it was too late. Before she could even try to read the expression on his face, he had come so close that she felt his lips on hers.

Her eyes flew wide open. Intuitively, she wanted to take a step back. But she stumbled into the bookshelf behind her. It shook lightly, and a few books fell to the floor. Neither he nor she paid them any attention. There was no script in her mind for how to react in this situation. Professor Robertson… was kissing her? That made no sense to her. Why would he do that?

She was frozen in place. She felt him part her lips with his and push his tongue into her mouth. His thumb was gently tracing her jawline while his free hand took her jacket off her arm and dropped it to the floor. Her heart was beating fast. She couldn’t tell whether she just stood there for five or for thirty seconds. If this were her dancing in some club, and if he weren’t her respected professor who had just helped her, she knew what she’d do. She would have broken his nose with a clean strike to his face long before his tongue ever entered her mouth. She was all too aware of situations where being groped was to be expected. And she knew how to handle these moments, easily. But right here, right now, with this man? Her mind had no framework for this.

She finally decided to put her hands on his shoulders. All she needed to do now was push him away. It would be easy. She had handled men stronger and younger than him in the past. But for some reason she didn’t move. Did he think she owed him ‘this’? Whatever this was? Was that what he expected from her in return for his help? And what would he do if she pushed him away, or hit him?

The story wrote itself: a young female student seeking help from her highly respected professor asks for a private meeting in his office. He denies her the special treatment she requested, and as an act of retaliation she makes up a claim of sexual assault. She could picture it clearly: the headlines in the media questioning her credibility. They were alone. There were no witnesses that could corroborate what was happening. And if there was even the faintest doubt about her account of the events, public opinion would quickly be on his side, as was usually the case. Everything she had just gained would be lost. But more than that, she’d be branded as the slut who tried to ruin the reputation of the most popular professor at the university. Her problems before this meeting might have seemed large, but if she rejected him now they’d become insurmountable.

She kept still while his tongue continued to explore her mouth. His left hand came to rest on her hip. He began lifting her skirt. She wished she’d picked pants after all.

“Professor…?”

It was a careful attempt to reach out to him between two kisses, but he silenced her by closing his lips over hers again. He had lifted her skirt far enough to let his hand slip underneath. For a moment, he touched her thigh. From there it moved higher, until it reached her toned butt. He caressed the delicate skin briefly before he plunged his fingers deeply into her ass pulling her towards him.

“Ah!”

She gasped. His hand was kneading her ass, pushing her crotch against his hard cock. She couldn’t tell whether she was just imagining it, but it felt like she could sense the heat radiating from his dick even through their clothes. She was scared. How far would he go?

“Professor Robertson,… please…”

She had dislodged her mouth from his. But he seemed to have no interest in talking to her. Instead he began to pull her top over her head. She couldn’t see while the black fabric covered her face. She was literally moving in the dark as he navigated her body through the room. First, he forced her to take a few steps to the side, then he pushed her backward. She had to be careful not to trip.

He finally pulled her top off. She watched him throw it to the floor as well. Then she felt a small but sudden pain when her backward steps resulted in her thighs colliding with the edge of his desk. She lost her balance, falling butt-first onto the table. The impact of her landing created a small tremor, a few papers fluttered from the table to the floor near her clothes, and the photo of his wife fell over.

Her whole body was shaking. Breathing heavily, she gave him a scared look. She didn’t recognize the face anymore that had reassured her mere minutes ago. There was nothing but hunger in his eyes. As if he wanted to confirm her thoughts, he licked his lips while he stepped closer to her.

“Please,… can we ta…”

He silenced her again. This time not with his lips but with his hand gliding up the inside of her thighs. He lifted her skirt until the black panties matching her bra came into view. He didn’t hesitate for a moment and pressed the dark fabric deep into the hot slit between her legs.

“Ah!… Hah!”

Intuitively, she tried to close her legs, but all she managed was to press her thighs against his. He leaned over her and kissed her again. She felt his breath on her face, his fingers rubbing her labia through the fabric, and the hand on her back unclasping her bra. Shortly after it joined her other clothes on the floor. Then he forced her body down onto the desk and shoved her panties to the side. She accidentally toppled the pile of seminar papers like a Jenga tower, adding to the mess on the floor. The sound of pages scattering in the air filled the room for a few seconds. She expected him to penetrate her with his fingers next. Instead she felt him grab her left boob. She assumed that the other hand was busy freeing his cock - at least that was what the sound of his zipper suggested.

Even from this disadvantageous position she was confident she could overpower him. At most, he was slightly stronger than her - not nearly enough to offset the gap in skill and experience. But the fear of the consequences paralyzed her completely. She needed his help. If she had had more time to think this through she might have come to a different conclusion - to either fight, or to scream for help. But before she could even complete a thought, he had rammed his hard, dripping cock into her dry cunt.

“AAHHH!”

She cried out, more in shock than in pain. This was new to her. She wasn’t a virgin, and she didn’t dislike rough sex either. But she had never been penetrated while she was still completely dry. His penis drilled itself into her, opening her vagina with force. The first few thrusts were anything but smooth. Instead, his cock scraped painfully along her vaginal walls, desperately trying to push the invader out. Every time he pulled back, the brief relief she felt was undercut by the next push claiming even more space inside of her. His progress was slow and painful, but every new thrust excavated a path that made it easier for him to fuck her.

She could endure the pain. She was used to taking blows to the face, and to keep fighting regardless. By comparison, the pain she experienced now was a nuisance, nothing she couldn’t handle. What made this more cruel to her than any defeat she had ever suffered in the ring was the realization that every inch of depth he gained further eroded her dignity.

She couldn’t detect even a hint of regret or remorse on his face - only pleasure. Her body decided to provide its natural lubricant for the unwelcome guest, easing the physical discomfort. There was no true arousal in the experience, only a body protecting itself. The amount of liquid her tortured pussy cried in response to the invasion was barely sufficient to turn his earlier staccato thrusts into a smooth back and forth motion. The wetter she got, the faster he fucked her. And the faster he fucked her, the more she moaned. Every penetration was accompanied by a shocked ‘Ah!’, and every withdrawal by a relieved ‘Mhm’.

„Ahhhhh ….. Mhhhhhm ….. Ahhhhh ….. Mhhhhhm ….. Ahhhhh ….. Mhhhhhm …..“

His first thrusts were slow, but forceful.

„Ahhhh …. Mhhhhm …. Ahhhh …. Mhhhhm …. Ahhhh …. Mhhhhm ….“

Once the initial resistance of her unwilling vagina broke, penetration became easier.

„Ahhh … Mhhhm … Ahhh … Mhhhm ... Ahhh … Mhhhm … Ahhh … Mhhhm“

When she started to get wet, the frequency increased on its own.

„Ahh .. Mhhm .. Ahh .. Mhhm .. Ahh .. Mhhm .. Ahh .. Mhhm .. Ahh .. Mhhm .. “

And when he noticed her wetness, he deliberately increased the tempo.

„Ah . Mhm . Ah . Mhm . Ah . Mhm . Ah . Mhm . Ah . Mhm . Ah . Mhm . Ah . Mhm .“

Eventually, he drove the pace so hard that her pained moans collapsed into a single, continuous singsong where inhaling and exhaling blurred into one another. Her desperate whimpers resonated with his satisfied grunts.

„AhMhm AhMhm AhMhm AhMhm AhMhm AhMhm AhMhm AhMhm AhMhm AhMhm“

Eleanor no longer even entertained the idea of resistance, accepting the sensation of his cock driving into her again and again as part of her reality. What once had been her vagina was now his cunt.

She desperately tried to escape to some other place in her mind. But no matter what she tried to think of, she couldn’t escape the feeling of his cock filling her.

She focused on the mouse on his desk. Each thrust caused the desk to vibrate. She watched the mouse moving closer to the edge, bit by bit, until it finally dropped to the floor. When it hit the floor, the battery compartment popped open. The battery sprang out and rolled across the floor. But still, she couldn’t escape the feeling of his cock filling her.

Each thrust sent her butt scraping back and forth across the desk. She hoped that the continued friction wouldn’t tear the fabric of her skirt. But still, she couldn’t escape the feeling of his cock filling her.

With each thrust, her head collided with the base of the monitor. She wondered whether it would eventually topple over if he just fucked her body far enough up the desk. But still, she couldn’t escape the feeling of his cock filling her.

She felt his hands on her breasts, his fingers tugging her hardened nipples. She imagined the imprint of his hands burned into the soft tissue of her tits for days after this was over. But still, she couldn’t escape the feeling of his cock filling her.

She had lost the ability to imagine that this moment would ever come to an end. His cock in her cunt dominated her every thought. This assault on her body was a never-ending sequence of thrusts into her lap with an intensity that seemed to diverge to infinity. Despite knowing that this was impossible, she felt like every new advance had him reach a little deeper still, as if the occupation of her most intimate space could be extended without limit. And then, her tortured mind did find a refuge, one that was even more cruel than the agony of what her professor was doing to her: the voice of her mother.

“Eleanor, this is exactly what I warned you about. You rejected me, and this is the result. Take a good look at yourself. It has been barely three weeks since you refused my help, and now here you are, lying on your professor’s desk, spreading your legs for him. Did you truly believe that strength would protect you? Not strength, but power determines who is on top and who is at the bottom in this world. And to a man in a position of power, a young woman who depends on him will never be more than the hole between her legs.”

With tears in her eyes, Eleanor turned her head to the side, as if she could dodge the imagined voice that way.

“You chose this. Why don’t you at least commit to your choice? Don’t be mad at him. He knows what he wants, and he used the means at his disposal to get it. You decided to beg for his help instead of being powerful yourself. So, spread those legs willingly, that would at least be honest. Come on, wrap those toned legs around his hips, finally give those muscles a purpose! Pull his hard cock deeper into you than he ever could on his own!”

Eleanor began to cry listening to her mother’s mockery. The saddest part was that Eleanor wasn’t entirely sure whether her actual mother wouldn’t blame her if she ever told her what had happened.

“What a shame. I expected so much more from my daughter. Try to enjoy it, Eleanor - this is the life you chose.”

Tears were now streaming down her face with no end in sight. He kept plowing her without mercy, stuffing her young cunt again and again, sending shock waves through her body with every blow.

“Go away…”

Her voice was barely a whisper drowned out by her whimpering. Her mother’s voice faded from her mind. She didn’t follow her command and remained passive in her own abuse. But when he placed his hands on her knees to spread her legs as wide as he could for his finish, she didn’t resist either.

Eleanor realized that he’d be coming soon. That final increase in his already high tempo told her as much. She knew exactly what would happen. She was under no illusion that he’d spurt his sperm anywhere but into her fertile body. She said nothing and tried to prepare for the new sensation.

She heard him wheezing, gasping for air. Then he buried his maximally erect cock to the hilt in her cunt and surrendered control over his body to his orgasm. She felt his full length inside her. She was familiar with the twitching and pumping of a penis during orgasm, but she had never experienced it without a condom before. She didn’t know what getting filled with sperm felt like. From what she’d seen when her ex boyfriends came, she expected the feeling of hot water splashing against her cervix with high pressure. She imagined the intensity of a water balloon bursting upon impact. Instead, she felt a sudden increase in heat spreading inside her, coating her cunt: barely any pressure, just a sticky warmth seeping into her stretched vaginal walls. She felt rope after rope of cum claiming her; it seemed it would never stop, another spurt arriving each time she thought the last was the final one. Her stomach turned at the thought of how much of him was inside her now. And she could feel him blissfully twitching long after he stopped ejaculating.

Her professor was resting on top of her, completely exhausted. Both of them were breathing heavily. She had stopped crying and moaning and was utterly still now. She could sense his penis growing soft. He was still half erect when he pulled out and got off her. She looked at him. with no idea what she was supposed to do. He seemed to deliberately avoid her gaze. With his back turned to her, he began adjusting his clothes. She decided to do the same, gathering her clothes to put them back on. She was scared he might demand more of her if she didn’t get dressed quickly.

She pulled her panties back into their proper position and quickly reached for her top. All she wanted was to get out of this office as fast as possible and she didn’t even think about putting her bra back on. She just grabbed it and stuffed it hastily into her purse. As she gathered her things, she couldn’t help but notice what the office had turned into: a crime scene that didn’t remind her at all of the cozy chaos she had liked so much when she had first stepped inside. The floor was littered with her clothes, fallen books, and seminar papers scattered throughout the room. His wife’s photo had fallen over and there was now a tear in the protective glass. In front of the office chair lay an empty computer mouse, and somewhere a lone battery rolled across the floor. His last violent thrust had finally toppled the monitor she kept hitting with her head. Some of his sperm had dripped out of his penis and onto the floor when he pulled out.

She was somewhat presentable again, pausing only to grab a tissue from her purse and wipe away her tears.

“Um… well, Ms. Price, I’d say… we, uhh,... we’ll proceed as dicussed…?”

She gave him an irritated look. He had turned toward her, but still couldn’t bring himself to meet her eyes.

“Uh huh…”

That was all that came out of her mouth. She didn’t wait for him to say anything in response and hurried toward the door. She left his office and headed straight for the elevator at the end of the floor. She couldn’t deal with anybody talking to her right now and simply hoped that her disheveled appearance would not draw any attention to her. She walked past a small kitchen with an open door. Inside, three Ph.D. students had gathered for coffee, clearly amused by whatever they were talking about. Their carefree laughter was unbearable for Eleanor. She rushed past them and hid in the elevator, immediately pressing the button for the first floor. She heard a cheerful voice calling for her.

“Eleanor, how did it go?”

Claire waved at her from a distance. Eleanor ignored her, pretending she didn’t notice her calling. The elevator door closed before Claire got to her, and Eleanor exhaled for the first time since she left the office. She was… safe? Perhaps relieved was more appropriate. Now that she was alone, she had trouble believing what had happened. In about half an hour her analysis lecture would begin. But she couldn’t focus on math right now. Her phone alerted her to a new message from Eugene.

“Any good news?”

What was she supposed to say to that? Everything felt so surreal, had this really happened? As if to answer her doubts, a gush of Robertson’s semen spilled from her vagina into her panties.
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I added a poll to the topic and I would love to see you vote! I had the same poll on the German version of the story back on Ravish. Back then, (A) dominated with over 10 votes over a lonely (C) vote and 0 (B) and (D) votes. I'm curious to see what my readers think here.

Feedback is welcome as always. If you just came here from AO3, say hello!

[Vela Nanashi]

Victoria sounds like she is one of those crazy people (who can be amazing too) that are only happy if they are pushing themselves 110 to 1000% and only find it acceptable if they only fail down to at the lowest 100% of what they are able to do, they can be quite exhausting to people around them that just can't or don't want to push that hard, but they can be inspiring too, and definitely be good driving forces in a company or family with one or more companies. I think they often forget to have fun though.

Ah yes that primal downstairs brain: "I do not give a damn about the consequences, your whole cute little life you have, it is secondary to reproduction, now get on with it!"

If his cock is lubing itself up like they seem to do when properly aroused he may soon unleash a scent that she could sense, even if she ignored the brief visual indicator that could have been a fold in certain kinds of pants I suppose

She probably physically could wreck him with her kickboxing skills especially if he is an old man who is also a nerd build but she needs his help and that complicates things for her, the whole social power dynamic thing...

Sorry got caught up in the flow of emotions and reading. Professor lost the battle with himself, it is interesting they both have similar fears from different points of view. Also her trying to isolate her mind from what is happening, I totally get that, and then her brain being cruel and having her inner mom show up...

Yeah her inner mom is a cruel bitch... but I actually believe that she would obliterate the professor if she found out he did that to her daughter, even if she was still upset at her daughter, I might be wrong though, it may not even be about love for her daughter, but more like him daring to violate her daughter (seen possessively).

Wonder what his post nut clarity will do for him...

"and he didn't even think about putting her bra" --> she?

I get why she does not want to talk to anyone right away as she probably still does not understand her own feelings about this mess, also I guess I miss his perspective on what his thoughts were when he said that silly thing that he did, might be nice to see that post nut clarity.

Eleanor has to decide what she wants to do, if she is not on protection she probably needs to deal with that first, also if she wants to report the rape she would need to get a rape kit thing done, but I think she kind of decided to accept this as a cost of the professor's help. This is very fucked up (but I know that was intended), I kind of suspect that if she had resisted some earlier (during kiss) she might have gotten the situation under control, but professor would still be stupid.

If she knew his fears she probably also could choose to blackmail him over this if she does not want to explode everything, also she could make up with mom and unleash her on professor, that would actually be kind of interesting to see (I know the story is already written and you are translating it though, so I will get what it already contains).

[SoftGameHunter]

I voted both. There's nothing really profound about that. Negative emotions surrounding rape don't necessarily make it less hot, and they often make it hotter.

[Claire]

I will probably post chapter 3 part 1 soon. If anybody wants those 3 reputation points for pointing out Late Satisfaction's connection to Venus' Touch, then this is your last chance!

Victoria sounds like she is one of those crazy people (who can be amazing too) that are only happy if they are pushing themselves 110 to 1000% and only find it acceptable if they only fail down to at the lowest 100% of what they are able to do, they can be quite exhausting to people around them that just can't or don't want to push that hard, but they can be inspiring too, and definitely be good driving forces in a company or family with one or more companies. I think they often forget to have fun though.

Victoria is one of the most difficult characters I ever created. I described her as such a force of nature in both Eleanor's and Robertson's thoughts, I was really worried I might not be able to represent her accurately when she does appear later. Did you ever watch the Netflix show House of Cards? I imagine Victoria being similar to Claire Underwood.

Ah yes that primal downstairs brain: "I do not give a damn about the consequences, your whole cute little life you have, it is secondary to reproduction, now get on with it!"

I think this is less about reproduction and more about fulfilling a destiny he thinks he was denied earlier in life.

She probably physically could wreck him with her kickboxing skills especially if he is an old man who is also a nerd build but she needs his help and that complicates things for her, the whole social power dynamic thing...

I think so too. I don't understand much about martial arts of any kind but I tried to a bit of research before I wrote this story. And from what I undersand, a trained fighter can in most cases easily take apart an untrained person even if they are taller and stronger, at least if the gap is not too extreme. From what I understand, for a trained fighter the attacks of an untrained person are very easy to read and dodge. A trained figher can easily counter them. And, I think it makes a massive difference whether you are used to getting hit. Based on what I read, the biggest mistake untrained people make in a fight is that they flinch in pain and look away if they get hit in the face for example. A trained boxer for example would just take the punch but not let you out of their sight because that would just create a opening for a follow up attack. I'm no expert here, so take all this with a grain of salt. Maybe someone who actually has some martial arts training can chime in here. But my read is: To overcome superior skill wih raw strength, the gap needs to be quite large.

it is interesting they both have similar fears from different points of view

Nice that you noticed hat. If you refer to the paragraph I think you do, then those were written to mirror each other.

Yeah her inner mom is a cruel bitch... but I actually believe that she would obliterate the professor if she found out he did that to her daughter, even if she was still upset at her daughter, I might be wrong though, it may not even be about love for her daughter, but more like him daring to violate her daughter (seen possessively).

Yeah, I don't think her real mom would be that cruel. Probably even Eleanor knows that on some level.

"and he didn't even think about putting her bra" --> she?

Thanks for pointing that out, fixed! It's funny how in English one typo can change a pronoun like that. In German, that wouldn't work.

If she knew his fears she probably also could choose to blackmail him over this if she does not want to explode everything, also she could make up with mom and unleash her on professor, that would actually be kind of interesting to see (I know the story is already written and you are translating it though, so I will get what it already contains).

The problem is, once she leaves the office and cleans up, she literally has no proof of anything. :/

I voted both. There's nothing really profound about that. Negative emotions surrounding rape don't necessarily make it less hot, and they often make it hotter.

I feel the same. I would also vote for "both" if I would participate in the vote. For me, the conflicting emotions are what makes this hot in the first place.

[Claire]

Chapter 3 - Part 1

“Please tell Katherine I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to cancel on such short notice. … Yes, thank you very much. Goodbye!”

Anthony had completely forgotten that he had scheduled a massage at Venus’ Touch for this evening. Sitting at his desk at home, unable to focus on the seminar paper in front of him, he had just canceled the appointment. Originally, his plan had been to grade these papers this afternoon, but he hadn’t been able to concentrate then either. Images of what had happened kept haunting his thoughts. It was impossible for him to think of anything else. He had… fucked one of his students. Usually, he preferred less vulgar vocabulary, but he couldn’t bring himself to describe the event in his office as “sleeping with her” or “making love”. He had fucked her, plain and simple. And she wasn’t just any student, but a future employee in his department, and Victoria’s daughter.

He had come inside her. The thought of pulling out hadn’t even occurred to him in the heat of the moment. He and his wife had tried to conceive a child for a long time, until they had finally learned that Marla was infertile. This had put a great deal of strain on their marriage at the time and, inevitably, on their sex life as well. Their desperate attempts to get pregnant had turned passionate fun into duty and routine. One side effect of Marla’s infertility was that contraception had simply stopped being a concern, even after they gave up on having a child. He tried to convince himself that he had ejaculated into Eleanor’s vagina out of habit. But that was such an obvious lie that even he couldn’t believe it. The simple truth was that his sperm had landed exactly where he intended.

Before anything else, he had tidied up his office in a hurry. But since then, his mind kept circling the question of whether he had crossed a line with Eleanor. Well, of course he had. Sex with a student was highly unprofessional, and if this ever came to light, it would almost certainly cost him his job and his marriage. He wasn’t oblivious to the ethical concerns regarding a sexual relationship with a student he was supposed to grade. But the line he truly cared about was another one. He hadn’t… abused her, or had he?

The more he had touched her body, the more certain he had become that she could have pushed him away at any point. He didn’t know what her training was like, but one thing was obvious: she wasn’t some helpless, delicate girl. When he first penetrated her, she hadn’t seemed aroused. But by the end of it, she had been wet. Wasn’t that a sign that she had enjoyed it? After coming inside her, he had slowly regained the ability to think. He couldn’t believe what he had done. Unable to face her, he could only observe Eleanor out of the corner of his eye. She had looked… distraught. Her inability to speak to him, the way she had fled his office, none of that was the demeanor of a woman who was content with what had happened. He didn’t know what she felt or thought, nor had she contacted him. Did she think he had…?

“So bad?”

Marla had watched her husband sitting at his desk through the open door. He was hunched over what looked like a seminar paper written by one of his students. But instead of giving it a careful reading and making the occasional note, he buried his face in his hands before even turning the first page. She put her hands gently on his shoulders when she asked her question. Anthony jumped in his chair.

“What…?!”

That startled Marla a little in turn. She hadn’t expected such a strong reaction.

“The paper. Is it so bad? You look like you’re about to collapse under the weight of the world.”

She knew the feeling. Week after week she did her very best to teach her students, convinced she was giving a great lecture. But when she took her first look at the exams she was supposed to grade, she wondered whether she had talked to herself for the entire semester.

“Oh well, you know what it’s like. The level of education in this country keeps going further down the drain every year… ”

She could only agree. She rested her chin on his shoulder and blew a soft kiss on his neck.

“Want to join me in bed? I think you could use some love.”

Over the last few weeks, they had slept together other almost every day. She didn’t know what had suddenly reignited her husband’s passion, but she couldn’t complain.

“Let me finish this one paper, then I’ll join you.”

Her nose and lips slowly wandered up his neck and over his cheek to his ear. She gave it a playful bite when she whispered.

“Alright, then I’ll take a quick shower. Don’t make me wait too long.”

He nodded, letting the tips of his fingers brush over her cheek once. Marla let go of him and headed for the bathroom.

She enjoyed the feeling of the warm water pouring down on her. After a day as long and exhausting as this one, she was all too aware that she wasn’t 20 anymore. She couldn’t wait to have sex with Anthony. Sex helped her to let go of the stress accumulated over the course of the day. And if their lovemaking over the last few weeks was a reliable predictor of what she could expect from him today, he’d do most of the work again.

Their failed attempts at conceiving a child had fundamentally altered their sex life. For a long time, they had sex regularly even when neither of them was really in the mood. When they finally learned that they would never have a child, their sex life came to a sudden halt. It was as if the bad news had given them permission to finally stop pretending.

After a while, a rare but tender, appreciative intimacy returned to their marriage. She had hated her own body for denying her the child she wanted so badly. Feeling Anthony’s love and care in his touch had helped her make peace with her own body. It helped her regain a sense of femininity she believed her inability to have a child had robbed her of. And that was exactly what their sex was: an expression of love, not desire. But she wanted to feel desirable, too. She had tried for a while to reinvigorate Anthony’s libido with new ideas. Her most recent idea was to suggest anal sex. But before they could even try it, Anthony’s desire had been rekindled without her having to do anything at all.

Anthony’s needs had grown so strong over these last few weeks that they became almost too much for her. But after the long drought, she preferred his overeagerness to the desert of desire she had grown used to traversing, dragging herself from one dying oasis to the next, desperate to quench her thirst. For a moment, she just enjoyed the shower with her eyes closed. She dialed up the temperature to the limit of what she could bear. Then her hand reached between her legs without hesitation. She didn’t intend to come. But it couldn’t hurt to prepare a little for Anthony’s newfound intensity. Yesterday, he had thrust into her with such force that it hurt a bit. It wasn’t bad by any means, just a pinch of pain that added an unexpected spice to the overwhelming pleasure his thrusts gave her. She ended up liking it more than she had expected she would. But she was honestly surprised that her gentle husband was even capable of such intense, demanding, and borderline violent sex. She couldn’t remember when she last felt so desirable.

The slow circles her fingers drew on her clit sent pleasant shivers through her body. The resulting goosebumps stood in stark contrast to the heat of the water. Her sensual moans were drowned out by the noise of the shower. Her other hand kneaded the soft tissue of her breasts. Sometimes, she hated her breasts for the back pain they gave her. But in moments like these, she enjoyed how sensitive they were even to her own touch. If she wanted to, she could orgasm by stimulating her breasts alone. She felt her breath quicken, how the wetness between her legs was no longer caused by the shower alone, and how the blush on her face now came from an inner heat. It took her considerable willpower not to finish then and there. She turned off the water, left the shower, and dried herself off. Excited for her husband’s arrival, she struck a seductive pose on their shared bed.

It took a lot of effort for Anthony to force himself to read that seminar paper. He was still lost in his thoughts on his way to the bedroom. Despite coming twice already - once by his hand before meeting Eleanor, and once with her - he wasn’t satisfied yet. He had only just begun to explore her body. He wanted to feel her mouth on his dick. He wanted to hear her moan with passion every time he thrust into her. He wanted to spank her like a naughty girl until she begged him to fuck her. He wanted… Eleanor, and not his wife. But she’d be enough, enough to provide him with some relief for the rest of the evening.

He opened the bedroom door. His wife lay waiting on the bed with her legs crossed, her upper body slightly raised giving him a splendid view of her breasts, her hair still damp from the shower. A faint trace of her vanilla shampoo lingered in the room.

“Did no one ever teach you that leaving a lady waiting is bad manners?”

Her words were carried by feigned indignation. Anthony began to undress.

“I’m just dead sure you’d be unable to resist me no matter how long I let you wait.”

His answer mirrored her playfulness. She couldn’t help but chuckle.

“Careful now, or I might knock you off the bed after all!”

Anthony joined her in bed, already positioning himself between her legs. He placed his hands on her knees and tore her legs apart.

“Now would be the time…”

He rubbed his hard penis against the soft lips of her vulva.

“Mhm… next time…”

A single powerful thrust was enough to bury his entire penis in her vagina. He slipped so easily into her wet passage that it took little imagination to picture how she spent her time in the shower. Before he could start moving, he felt her hands on his neck, pulling him down toward her.

“I know how eager you are, but…”

She placed the most delicate kiss on the tip of his nose.

“… don’t forget about the nose.”

The nose kiss was a remnant of who they had been when they first slept together twenty years ago. They had explored every inch of their bodies before they finally became one for the first time. He had been just about to penetrate her when he noticed that the only place they hadn’t kissed yet was their noses. “Don’t forget about the nose.” Accompanied by those very words - just spoken again by his wife - he had kissed the last unkissed spot on her body.

“Don’t forget about the nose.”

He repeated her words. And then he bestowed a shy kiss upon the tip of her nose as well. This completed the ritual they went through every single time before they slept together for the past twenty years. Marla smiled at him as if she had just fallen in love with him. For a moment, she looked like she was 28 again. The guilt he had struggled to keep at bay since Eleanor left his office now found its way to the forefront of his mind. Less than twelve hours ago, he had fucked a student in his office. And now, the same unfaithful cock was buried to the hilt in his wife. Marla looked irritated for a moment, clearly confused by his inability to return her smile. But as if to suppress the question he knew was coming, he distracted her with a barrage of forceful thrusts into her excited lap.

As he began fucking her in earnest, Anthony couldn’t help but compare her body to Eleanor’s. He examined Marla’s body almost as if he were conducting an experiment, while at the same time his cock squeezed the excess wetness from her cunt with rapid thrusts. Her thighs, her stomach, her butt - she was soft everywhere where Eleanor’s trained body was firm.

“Oh god, Anthony…”

Beneath the delicate skin of a young woman, Eleanor hid the trained muscles of an experienced fighter. Only now did he realize how much he had enjoyed that such a strong woman had surrendered to his touch.

“Oh yes! Ah! Deeper… I didn’t know… mhm… you…”

He could see Eleanor again, how she had stumbled onto his desk and how he had lifted her skirt. He remembered the sheer force of her legs pressing against his thighs as she tried to close them. Only the soft, almost girlish lips he had first touched through her black panties seemed at odds with the strength the rest of her body exuded.

“… you could … Hng! …. reach … Ah… so deep.”

Between Eleanor’s legs, he found the same fundamental vulnerability all women shared. It didn’t matter how they tried to hide it - behind a hardened body like Eleanor’s or a hardened personality like Victoria’s - it was always there.

“Harder! … Aaaaahmmm… Faster!”

That was what he had longed for in his youth: for Victoria, this unstoppable force of nature, to show him, and only him, her vulnerability. He wanted the strong woman to become a delicate girl in his arms, and his arms alone.

“Fuck me, please, fuck me harder!”

Eleanor had granted him that wish. Through her, he found a late satisfaction, finally gaining what her mother had denied him. It had been mere hours since he had fucked her, but he already knew that he’d never forget the moment he first penetrated her.

“Anthony, come! Mhm… Come inside me!”

His first thrusts into her youthful body had been difficult. But the more he had claimed of her - her body, her vulnerability, her strength - the more his hard cock sculpted her tight hole in its image.

“Come… Hmpf!… Come with me!”

He couldn’t fathom how much her unending moans had aroused him, how much he had needed to hold back not to come the moment she got wet!

“God, yes! … I’m …. AHH! … so close…”

It had been such an exquisite pleasure to finally flood her cunt with his sperm. His only regret was that he couldn’t see it drip out of her. How could he have doubt, even for a moment, his intent to fill her with his cum?

„AAAAAHHHHH!!!!“

But it wasn’t enough. He wanted more of Eleanor. He wanted to see her cunt dripping for him. He wanted her to swallow his cum. He wanted her to offer him her ass willingly. It wasn’t enough.

He noticed out of the corner of his eye that Marla was about to come. But he wasn’t there yet. Without warning, he pulled out, grabbed her trembling body at the hips, and flipped her over. In less than a second he pressed his hard cock, dripping with the nectar of her cunt, against her virgin asshole.

“Anthony… what…? AHH!”

His well-oiled penis slid past her sphincter. He knew that she wanted to try anal sex and had prepared herself with toys of varying sizes. But he only wanted to get a taste for what it would be like to eventually stake Eleanor’s firm ass with his cock.

“I… AGH… we plan… HMPF! … before!”

Marla was evidently struggling with the new sensation. The dopamine rush of her overwhelming orgasm numbed the pain of the sudden anal penetration. She was breathing heavily, but neither resisted nor complained.

“What makes you think I didn’t plan this?”

These were the first words he consciously spoke to his wife since their lovemaking had begun. He shoved his fully erect dick all the way into her.

“You… GAH!… Idiot…”

Despite her obvious difficulty absorbing the entirety of his cock, her teasing reply was full of love for Anthony. He had already been close even before he had switched holes, and so it didn’t take him long to empty his balls into her freshly stretched ass. He could barely imagine how much he’d enjoy giving Eleanor the same treatment.

Moments later Anthony lay next to his exhausted wife. As his rapid breath began to slow down, his ability for rational thought also returned. He felt sorry for how he had treated her. She was the love of his life, and he had mistreated her, not just now but for weeks.

“Anthony?”

His wife turned to him, clearly wanting to talk.

“Yes?”

He was scared of what she would say.

“I know that we talked about trying this. And I really meant it when I said that I enjoy this new… less restrained side of yours.”

She was too good for him. He didn’t deserve her.

“But this was a little too much. When we try something new, let’s make the decision together beforehand, okay?”

Ashamed, he merely nodded. How could he lose control like that?

“If I didn’t know you so well, if I wasn’t 100% sure you’d stop immediately the moment I even thought about saying something, then this would have scared me.”

His wife’s trust in him was unshakeable. If she had asked him to stop, he would have done so immediately… of course… probably...
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And with that, my offer to grant 3 reputation points for pointing out the connection to Venus' Touch ends.

[Vela Nanashi]

A the venus's touch link

Fucking is closer to the truth, but she also resisted, so you raped her...

Self delusion of the highest order there Anthony, normally you would actually talk first and get some sort of clear signal of consent before sex. But also yeah she could have given a clearer no signal, but the fault is his, and much more clearly so than in the excellent Venus's touch story.

Surprise sneak 100 from Marla there lol, and he clearly is not very observant, and very in his own head.

Teachers are to blame for that in the end, the falling quality of education, as every year we invest more resources and every time we do the results get worse, clearly that is not working. Though there can also be some other currents at work there, but there is less excuse these years as we have fewer and fewer students (fewer children), so one would think the extra resources and smaller number of students would cause better results. But anyway... this is me speaking from personal experience with teachers, a lot of them knew less than me in their own subject...

They are in a rough situation for sure, wanting to have children but not being able to, that is one of the worst things. Good to see them finding their way back to loving sex, though yeah feeling desired is definitely important not just to women I suspect but men as well.

Funny how that intense almost violent sex can work mentally yeah?

I think the largest erogenous zone is the brain itself, everything else follows from that

Marla and Anthony make a cute couple, sad he is not really truly there though...

Yeah Marla he has a problem with that control and talk ahead of time, and you are too good for him and too trusting.

Sorry for vanishing during the sex scene there again, I am a bit surprised he is so delusional, but I think that is his mind trying to protect him from truly understanding what he did, his shadow hiding its control of him from himself as he never truly integrated it into himself to keep control, maybe

Anyway looking forward to next part.

[HumiliationInc]

I've only read the first part but I'm quite enthralled. What I love about it is the focus on base desire and even the shame that comes with that desire. It reminds me being constantly horny during my earlier years. I've posted this before on one of your stories, but I love the emphasis on men getting erections in stories as it represents a physical manifestation of desire—and can almost be viewed as a weapon in ravishment tales.

To be honest, I'm not deeply familiar with the US college/university system. So a lot of things might be rooted in my own experience with German universities. For example, I know that at some big German universities some introductory lectures can have up to 1,000 students. The biggest audience I ever had when teaching a class was probably around 150 students. I didn't look deeply into this before I wrote it. I had something like this scene here from Good Will Hunting in mind:

It depends on the type of institution and level of course. While 1,000 would be quite large, some larger research-oriented universities in the U.S. (your equivalent of Universitätens) can have up to 300 in a large lecture hall for 100- and 200-level introductory courses, particularly courses taken as general education requirements. Once you start moving into your major program of study, the classes become around 10 - 30 students.