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Mutual Benefits

By: bhuff



Introducing the Cast

Ben - Patron Sponsor 

Marta - Scholarship Intern, Sweden

Tatiana - Scholarship Intern, Columbia

Shannon - Scholarship Intern, Ireland

Violet - Scholarship Intern, Hong Kong

Olga - Scholarship Intern, Poland

Doctor Tom - Medical Director

Lady Heather - Program Director

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Chapter 01 Scholarship Students

*** Insatiable Violet

Ben held firmly to the girl's rigid body as her orgasmic screams rang in his ear. Her clutch on his neck was tight, almost painful. Ben barely noticed. He was more aware of her warm, wet cunt squirming on his embedded cock. Her sweet vaginal membranes writhed on his hyper - sensitive manhood and it felt wonderful. The freshman scholarship intern made him feel good, as she should, in keeping with their mutually beneficial arrangement.

The old man and young woman had been petting and simmering for nearly an hour in his luxurious king sized suite. Mouths, hands, cock and cunt conspired in passionate caresses. And, during the past few minutes, the excited petite Oriental wriggled like an eel in his arms, tricky for Ben to keep her pussy pinioned on his phallus. Her sweaty body slipped wildly and he was forced to hold her more firmly than ever before. Her excited nipples raked his chest, flicking occasionally against Ben's likewise sensitive nipples. 

As Violet's spirits and gyrations sailed higher, she clung harder to her mating man's neck. She worked herself almost out of control. She desperately wanted to wring the last ounce of pleasure from the formidable pound of flesh stretching her cunt. She ran out of time as her orgasm ended her efforts and her body popped rigid.

As the orgasm shot from her groin to her head, she screamed and clutched Ben's neck even harder. It didn't matter if the others heard her. She screamed with joy at the familiar rapture and felt every throbbing twitch in her cunt.

As the long spasm ebbed, her mind returned from the sensual abyss. Between deepening breathes, she fondly kissed the neck she had just nearly crushed. The man she encased with arms and womb nuzzled her ear and cheek. When entwined as now, side - saddle, it was her favored way of receiving her mate's acknowledgement of her sexual prowess. She responded in kind. 

When Ben bumped her pubic mound with his, she murmured her readiness for more. He took control and set a pace of his choosing inside her. He started slow and built the sweet momentum. Ben used her heavenly cavern to burnish every sensitive spot on his penile nerves. The long strokes picked up speed and shortened their length as he panted quicker in time with the building rhythm. He reach his crescendo. Now it was his turn for fulfillment. His body went rigid as he called out her name.

Ben was swathed in her arms and vagina as he shuddered through the pleasure. Violet's cunt entombed his throbbing cock as Ben's manly essence filled her deepest cavity. The man nectar ended its exodus and the sex - mates mourned their retreating genital spasms. She patted his back with affection as they eased into a relaxed embrace. She search his eyes for more validation of her sexual abilities.

Ben mirrored her emotions, staring into her dark eyes for signs of her desire for him. He mindlessly reminisced about the first time Violet had shared his bed almost a year ago. She was timid then, unaccustomed to his ways. Now she was shameless with lust and he enjoyed their every time together.

Satisfied for now and needing rest, Ben rolled away when his deflating erection retreated from the young woman's body. In his twilight snooze, he was remotely aware of Violet's gentle labors at cleaning his groin with warm moist towels. Ben cherished Violet's zeal for performing the essential mutually beneficial duties of a scholarship intern.

*** Promotions and Successors

Later that evening, Violet wandered into the great room where her classmates and housemates were gathered. The end of the school year was approaching. Marta, the senior, would soon graduate and leave the house. In the coming year, Tatiana, the current junior, would assume her position as senior classmate and roster keeper. The senior was responsible for divvying out the household chores and scheduling Ben's nightly intern companion.

Tonight, Marta would perform her last official duty. The underclass interns must select the next freshman intern to round out the roster to four. They must choose one of the candidates short listed by the Scholarship Intern Program Committee. The vote must be unanimous amongst the three underclass interns who would have to live with the newbie for the coming years. 

Marta had been Ben's first scholarship intern and in subsequent years, helped him select Tatiana, Shannon and Violet. She could not, in good conscious, cast a vote for the next scholarship intern. She would be leaving upon graduation and would not have to live with her decision. Tonight, she was just the moderator of the voting.

The first candidate was a young lady from India who had good grades, good English and aspirations for a medical degree. Her glamour photos showed bronze complexion, bright smile, dark eye makeup and good taste in fashion. Her traditional dress photos were a colorful mélange of saris. One staged shot was a nip - slit through the silky robe folds. In her Western outfits, she wore a tailored wool business suit and a mid - thigh sleeveless black cocktail dress, both cut to give an eye - catching buxom display. 

Her full body nude portfolio displayed a tall figure with dark hair, dark bush, firm ass and medium breasts. Her nipples were burnt - umber and smooth. Her data sheet listed all of her intimate body measurements and statistics. She claimed to be sexually experienced, tantric and multi - orgasmic.

The second candidate was from Thailand. She was shorter and more round. The traditional costume was outlandish in decoration. Her heavily made - up eyes peeked from the mask - like headdress. She had good grades, low English language aptitude and wanted to be an engineer. 

Every nude photo was on all fours, facing the camera and sideways, emphasizing her heavy full breasts and bulbous butt. Her almond eyes peeking seductively beneath her straight hair bangs. She confessed to being inexperienced with men but eager to learn.

The last candidate hailed from Poland. She was a blue eyed platinum blond with rosy cheeks and a bright smile. She wanted to study marketing. The traditional costume was the cliché embroidered white blouse and lederhosen. In the Western shots, she wore a stretchy tee and spandex booty shorts. She flirted pokies beneath the translucent white tee. Her long trim legs always ended with fashionable strappy heels. 

Her obligatory nude shots implied shyness towards exposure. She crossed her legs and hugged herself, covering one nipple with her hand. She was stoic in one particular photo, spreading her legs for the camera while seated on the floor, wearing red heels and leaning back on her hands. Her bush was trimmed but not shaved. She didn't smile and looked away from the cameraman. She had great tits.

Despite witty arguments and good natured negotiations, the underclass interns were deadlocked 2 - 1 on every candidate. There was not going to be a unanimous consensus on any one girl. Marta declared an impasse and reluctantly sent Violet to get Ben for his tie breaking decision.

Ben arrived with droopy eyes; stretched and yawned. Marta briefed him on the candidates and the negotiations. He flipped disinterested through the clothed pictures, scanned the data sheets but inspected closely the nude photos and asked some questions. Which one claimed to be multi - orgasmic? Who was the virgin? Why was the naked blonde shying from the camera?

Marta answered as best she could. Ben went through the naked photos a last time. He spent some time considering the blonde's apprehensive look. It would be an enjoyable undertaking to nurture her reticent libido. The platinum hair would also rebalance the color diversity after honey blonde Marta departed. And... she had great tits.

He slid the photo across the table to Marta. "Tatiana will succeed you as senior intern and the others will each move up a class level. That one will become my next freshman bedmate." 

Management responsibilities discharged, Ben said goodnight and returned to his room, towing Violet with him. Disturbed from his satiated slumber, he was now too awake and another kind of responsible discharge into the Oriental minx would help him get back to sleep.

The remaining interns huddled around the table and studied the Polish blonde's candidate file. Her name was Olga and she would arrive in a week to be their newest classmate and Ben's newest bedmate.

Chapter 02 Lady Heather

*** The Scholarship Intern Program

Lightning never strikes twice. At least, that's the conventional wisdom. Metaphorically for Ben, that wasn't necessarily true. The first thunderbolt occurred when he realized that he held the winning Lottery ticket. Phone calls confirmed it. He requested a discrete payout, no publicity. The Lottery Commission abided by his wishes with the caveat that the information was still a public record and discoverable.

Ben took an early retirement from his financial services drudgery; health and other interests, he claimed. He played along as his former salary - slave colleagues wished the humble 50 - something Ben good luck trying to live on the company's meager fixed pension.

Before too long, Ben became conflicted on what to do with his new wealth. The amount rivalled the annual finances of a small country. It was far too much money for him alone to spend but any outsized philanthropy would draw the unwanted attention of shysters and gold - diggers. Ben took a few vacation trips and found leisure amongst his daily routines. But boredom was setting in. And that was when lightning struck again.

The invitation was delivered by messenger. It was written in Gothic calligraphy: gold lettering on black linen stock. It carried an aroma of woody musk. It was a request to meet with a Lady Heather in a southern State's midsized college town. Ben usually dismissed such communications as slick gold - digging but not this time. He was subliminally drawn to its sultry tone and refined premise. It seemed sincere; proposing a mutually beneficial discourse. 

A few days later, Ben waited in a quaint bed - and - breakfast's dining room. The late evening sundown gave a rosy glow through the panoramic window wall. The inn's manager had settled Ben into a side table and there were no other diners as yet.

The main doors eased open and a starkly dressed middle - aged matron entered. Her black widow's gown was mid - calf and full; her makeup crimson and sable. She was attended by a fashionably dressed young blonde in a pastel summer dress. The sleeveless number flowed to mid - thigh; clinched the waist and was well filled at the bodice by the body underneath. 

The mature woman spied Ben. She gave a broad business style smile of recognition and sauntered to Ben's table. Ben was drawn in by her manner before his belated mental defenses kicked in: gold - digger!

"Ben?" she inquired but then went on before he could respond. "Of course you are. I've seen your photo in the file. May we sit?"

Not waiting for a reply, the woman gestured her companion to a side seat and settled herself into the chair opposite Ben. He presumed from her manners that she was used to taking charge. The familiar aroma of woody musk infused the air. Ben assumed that it was Lady Heather's signature scent. 

"I'm Lady Heather and I am so happy you agreed to meet us. This is Marta, a Swedish transfer student. She will be attending sophomore classes at the local college. Please, let's dine as we get to know each other."

Ben was inexplicably enthralled by Lady Heather as she spoke in a roundabout way about weather, sports, current events and a world well - travelled. Ben and Marta entered the conversation whenever Lady Heather asked them a direct question but otherwise they just listened. Marta answered in a slow English with a charming Nordic accent. Finally the dishes were cleared, coffee served and the gap in the conversation indicated the next topic was the real reason for the rendezvous.

"Ben, we have been watching you and we have a solution to your problem."

Ben feigned surprise but fumbled his response. "My problem? What problem is that?"

"Your new - found fortune and how best to give it a useful purpose."

Lady Heather paused again with an assertive gaze, letting the words sink in. She continued before Ben could interject.

"I run an organization that helps other lucky men such as yourself enter into mutually beneficial life - style arrangements. We call it our scholarship intern program. We maintain small dormitories in carefully selected campus towns such as this one. We offer full paid scholarships to deserving international co - eds who occupy the premises while attending the college. Each dormitory requires a mature male patron to act as the resident director. We would like to offer you that position in our newest site at this college."

Ben leaned back, professing a relaxed disposition that was far from the butterflies drumming in his gut.

"I don't need to work, so what's the catch?" he asked.

"No catch. The program is mutually beneficial. You are relieved of your boredom and the girls receive an excellent education. We do require a modest deposit to our scholarship intern trust fund. But how about a tour of our new local facility before we consider the finances? Marta has settled in over the past days and can demonstrate all the amenities, can't you, my dear."

Marta accepted the implied mandate with a shy accented 'Yes' and a broad angelic smile of encouragement that melted Ben's remaining misgivings. 'What the hell,' he thought, 'it's worth a look.'

*** The House

Ben's first impressions were positive. A gated entrance through a tall masonry wall provided seclusion and privacy to the grounds. The building was modern neo - lithic architecture with flat concrete facades and deep window set - ins. The ground floor contained the common areas: kitchen, laundry, dining room, great room, entertainment center and a gym - dancercise room with mirrored walls. The rear yard was mostly swimming pool and a corner spa surrounded by a pool - deck furnished with lounges and umbrella tables.

The trio climbed the staircase to the second floor. Four sizable dormitory rooms each contained large beds, walk - in closets and garden tub bathrooms. At the end of hall, French doors opened into the master suite with its panoramic window views overlooking the pool. The king size bed fit well with the expansive space. A luxurious bath and walk - in closet rounded out the accommodations.

Ben rotated a full turn to take it all in. Lady Heather eased herself into an upholstered wooden chair. She nodded to Marta who walked close to Ben's side and placed a hand on his arm as she gazed up at his stoic expression. Her scent was springtime fresh; her expression willing. 

Lady Heather's sultry voice floated into his ears.

"Well, Ben, now that you've seen the house, Marta wants to demonstrate the special amenities afforded the resident patron sponsor. Marta, you have my permission. Ask Ben for his."

Marta stroked Ben's arm and meekly whispered. "May I demonstrate a special amenity available to the resident patron sponsor?"

Ben looked into her inquiring sky blue eyes and nodded his accent; he was mesmerized by her loveliness and his throat was a bit choked up at the moment.

*** The Amenities

Marta glided to her knees. One hand drew down Ben pants' zipper. The other borrowed in to find the object of her intentions. The purple knob protruded the fly and Marta kissed the tip. She sought more access by unfastening Ben's pants closures and dropping then to his ankles. She gingerly drew down his boxers and returned to lick the shaft as it drooped from his groin.

Ben's clothes corralled his ankles and he timbered sideways with one hand on the mattress, unsteady in the awkward stance. Marta paused her lapping as she realized her amateur error. Marta felt Lady Heather's judicious presence and hoped her matron would overlook her lack of practice. She would recover from this misstep but needed to improve her future fantasy enactments. If Ben agreed to be the resident patron sponsor, then Marta could expect lots of practice in the coming years.

She needed to get that agreement from Ben. Marta re - cued her focus on Ben. She helped him out of his remaining clothes. She bid him lay on the king - size bed and spaced his legs apart. She shrugged off her dress and displayed her lingerie - free beauty. 

Ben was excited by the view and heart pounding blood rushed to engorge his penis. The sophomore scholarship intern knelt between his thighs. She kept eye contact with the candidate patron sponsor. Drawing back her long golden hair, she brushed her soft hands up his thighs. Grasping the masculine rod, she dipped down and took the swollen knob between her lips. Her crystal blue eyes maintained contact as Ben watched his cock slide within and bump against the back of her mouth. Marta felt it too and took a deep breath. She broke the stare to tilt her face downward but she kept the slide going. Ben watched her lips circle the root of his manhood soon after he felt his knob penetrate her throat. He jumped when she swallowed. She wanted Ben to get acclimated to the new sensation. She held him there, swallowing again and again, massaging the corona. Her breath eventually gave out and she backed off to replenish her lungs.

Even then, her tongue flickered during her re - oxygenating. Her eyes returned to his and Ben smiled. Marta squinted your eyes with the euphoria she felt for his seeming appreciation of her performance. Marta descended completely again, losing the eye contact. More caressing swallows followed. He laid back in contentment and closed his eyes.

Ben savored the unseen novel stimuli. He felt his blood pressure in his temples, heard his heartbeat pound his ears. His cardiologist had cautioned him against too much excitement for his fragile heart. Some mild aerobics, he advised. Ben decided he was safe in Marta's keeping. She was doing the work and controlling the cadence; Ben was just following along.

But the journey was racing too quickly towards the finish line. Ben wanted to take a break to stretch out the sensations. On her next breath - gulping retreat, he scrunched towards her to signal a pause. She stopped the tongue play, held him in and shook her head. Ben let his hands fall and watched her deep throat him again with swallows.

Ben was beyond his mortal control, captured in the hands and mouth of this devilish angel. The first spasm hit his groin hard and rocketed up his spine to his brain. It was a 'total blackout' punch that blanked his mind and concentrated his left - behind body's focus on the thrilling jolts in his groin. The sperm roared out of his balls. Marta felt the fluid rush up his veined appendage and she pulled back just enough to let Ben's cream glaze her tongue and oral membranes. Another spasm struck and another volley sprayed into Marta's mouth. She hummed her elation as her mouth filled with the draughts of Ben's nectar. 

The fluid was thick and viscous, a real man's ejaculation. She swirled the liquid treasure around in her mouth as she swiped post - ejaculate tongue licks on Ben's encased knob. She lay her cheek on his belly, still suckling his cock sideways. Her bare boobs were squashed on his thighs.

The sad end drew Nye. Ben was shrinking and would soon slide out. Marta waited until the last moment before letting his manhood fall from her lips. She righted her body, sitting up on his legs and swallowed the mouthful of this man's tribute to her skills. Her skin was moist and glowing, the perspiration evidence of her commitment to the mission accomplished. She braced her hands on his hips, pressing her terrific rose tipped tits between her biceps.


Mutual Benefits



She watched Ben's face through her tousled blonde tresses, waiting for his eyes to open and assure her of his well - being. Ben was barely aware of her presence as his mind journeyed back from its jolly jaunt to ecstasy. With a chest heaving sigh, he opened his eyes and found gorgeous blonde Marta perched over him.

Marta crawled up Ben's prone body, feeling his heavy breathing recede. She cuddled naked beside him, in the arm space, one leg thrown over his hips, one arm draped on his chest. Her fingers fiddled the far earlobe. Her boobs squashed against his body as her sweaty blonde hair splayed on their shared pillow. Her springtime fresh scent floated on the air. She nuzzled his ear and whispered her plea in her adorable Swedish accent.

"Please stay. Become the resident patron sponsor. Don't worry; I will learn to please you better."

Ben's dazed mind registered Marta's bewildering words. His former wife and the girlfriends before and after had never made him feel as fulfilled as he felt right now in her soft warm embrace. And she sincerely thought she needed to do better. Before he could respond, Lady Heather brought her face close to his other ear; the woody musk confirmed her presence. Her hypnotic voice pierced his stupor, the words steady and sobering.

"I hope you will join us in the Scholarship Intern Program. The draft contracts are on the bureau for you to read and sign. I will give you until morning to decide. I have to leave now but Marta will stay here with you."

Ben tested a tentative hug, feeling the soft press of Marta's alluring body. Was this a dream or was it real? Lady Heather let that thought sink in.

"Marta will tend to your comfort for as long as you stay with us. If it's only tonight, we will sadly accept that. If you stay on, as we hope you will, she will be here with you throughout her college years. Any questions?"

Ben had only one question for Lady Heather. 

"How much?" he muttered.

"Half" she replied. 

Ben felt relieved at her response. This fantasy was worth much more than that. Only half his wealth in exchange for a daydream life during his remaining lifelong nights. Easy decision, he thought.

"Yes..." Ben affirmed. 

Lady Heather's tone became mildly more upbeat. "We applaud your decision. The escrow deposit is due in three days." Ben felt her draw away and Lady Heather's fragrance and footsteps faded down the hallway. 

Ben's mind was woozy and confused. Foggy sleep beckoned. But he feared this scene was the dream. He was afraid he would really wake from a dream to a world where Marta and Lady Heather didn't exist. He scanned his naked, honey - toned bedmate. Marta's angelic face looked jubilant. Ben curled his trapped arm around Marta's warm body, hugging her breasts more firmly to his chest and kissing her cheek. She squeezed into a closer cuddle. 'Well, she sure feels real' he thought as he faded off to sleep.

In the middle of the night, something startled Ben awake. Marta lay still by his side. Needing reassurance, he nudged her awake. Sensing his lingering doubt, she proved her existence by mounting his erection and galloping her cunt on his cock. Midway to ecstasy, Ben rolled the obliging blonde under him. His chest crushed her boobs as they finished their lovemaking with a rambunctious cock pounding deep in her vaginal recesses. His second discharge rivalled the magnitude of his earlier deposit in her mouth. He was completely hooked; he wanted this to go on forever.

In the morning, he signed the contracts and instructed his broker to transfer the funds. Ben was staying on as the resident patron sponsor.

Marta became his first scholarship intern. She entered the college as a sophomore transfer student, leaving an immediate opening for an under - class scholarship intern.

Tatiana, the recurrent Columbian beauty contest runner - up, came aboard soon after as a freshman. Her dream of beauty queen glamour was stymied. She always came in second, just shy of the top crown. She embarked on a different path, where her sexy magnetism could deliver more gainful opportunities. She was accepted into the scholarship intern program. Her nude portfolio for the scholarship committees showed her wearing just heels and her symbolic tiara.

The following year, that resident trio selected a red - haired Irish gymnast to join them. Shannon was a national contender but her top - heavy figure denied her the perfect balance needed to enter the gilded top medal rank. She was photographed nude in all kinds of terrific gymnastic postures but not one of them showed her standing still on her feet.

Violet, the mixed Oriental orphan from Hong Kong, arrived the following year to fill out the perennial scholarship quartet. She was a genius in math and science and a competitive swimmer. Her nude portfolio, taken at an indoor pool, showed her body - paint swimsuit slowly dissolving as she played in the water. She finally stood on the deck, boldly flaunting her drenched nude body, a water nymph taunting the camera with her sexy smile and athletic trim physique. 

Ben took up her tacit challenge. He had acquired valuable expertise over his years with the upper - class interns and he taught Violet male sexual anatomy on a scale unattainable in her former homeland. The practice drills were frequent, intense and gratifying.

The Scholarship Intern Program was now fully functioning at the small college town where Ben performed the indispensable duties of the Resident Patron Sponsor. It was a mutually beneficial relationship.

Chapter 03 Shannon

*** Just Another Day

Ben arose at dawn in his master suite and sent naked Tatiana off to her room with a saucy butt smack. She yelped a bogus 'ouch' and skipped down the hallway laughing. Ben felt the fine afterglow of Tatiana's excellent nighttime ministrations. 

He puttered away the morning, visiting the gym, swimming laps and generally spending his daytime as he always did: light amusements and no real responsibilities. 

He monitored the investment health of his remaining half of the windfall fortune. Even with passive investments, it was growing nicely. He gave tidbits to interesting charities and speculated some venture capital in small business startups. He chatted online with other patron sponsors within the program. They shared titillating tales of mating with their marvelous interns. Ben found the texts mostly braggadocios but occasionally a helpful hint emerged to spark his imagination for experiments in his own quartet.

The interns were laid - back around the house, usually wearing little, often going topless indoors and at the pool. The local climate was subtropical and never actually cold. Homework and housework was more comfortable in topless attire. Ben never tired of their semi - public nakedness. 

The scholarship interns walked to their nearby studies at the local college. The girls liked to wear preppy styles with flirty flourishes. It was amusing to coyly torment the male students and professors, provoking their covetous looks in class and elsewhere on - campus. Mischievous panty flashes and inadvertent down cleavage bends kept the on - campus male population daydreaming of off - campus dreams unrealized. Proposed rendezvous were shrewdly sidetracked by the interns with a shyly spoken 'maybe some other time' or similar put - offs. They never divulged that their mutually beneficial arrangement as a scholarship intern was way beyond anything the lovelorn petitioner could offer.

During the day, Ben chanced upon them as they studied in the great room, exercised in the gym or kept up with the light housekeeping. As the day wore on and the previous night's lingering afterglow wore off, his mind became more fertile. His balls percolated with speculation as to his bedmate for the coming evening.

Sundown was a time of special delight for Ben. House routine dictated that the scholarship interns gather in the great room following the evening meal. After small talk and gossip, Tatiana's roster choice was revealed to Ben. The chosen couple departed for the master suite accompanied by good natured cat - calls to 'be good'. It was a silly double entendre since 'good' was the same as 'bad' depending on the speaker's sexual mores.

*** Just Another Night

But tonight, Ben knew who his mate would be as soon as he stepped into the great room. The girls were lolling about in casual clothes: booty shorts or bikinis with cropped tops and loose tees covering the lush tits and asses that Ben had come to know so well. Except Shannon. 

She was topless in a neon blue thong tucked tight along her toned butt comfortably settled into the sofa cushions. She sat profile to the door, holding a book, her legs tucked under sideways. She lay inclined in the cushions, her soft full breasts drooped a little to the side, topped with conical rosy nips, affirming her grand breasts were natural. This was the apparition the college boys fantasized over when they spied her about the campus. Ben needn't fantasize. He saw Shannon every day like this: topless, up close and personal. Tonight, he would enjoy her sensual body like this: naked, up close and personal.

It was obvious she was his 'mystery date'. She had prepared herself in his favorite way. Her strawberry red hair was curled in ringlets and captured in a bun atop her head. His mind skipped to a familiar memory: cowgirl - mounted Shannon's tresses beating a soft sway against her body as her hips jogged on his embedded erection. Ben's dick actually ticked a beat at the thought. He was anxious to end the obligatory group chit - chat and get to the bedtime pillow talk.

Ben hurried through the evening's soliloquy. How was school? Great. Everyone keeping up with homework? Great. Any complaints? None? Great.

He edged closer to Shannon, hoping to hasten their exit. Having had enough of the mingling, he reached for her hand and pulled her to her feet. She was shorter than Ben, even in her heels. Her green eyes sparkled with pride and bemusement at Ben's quickening desire for her. She saw the other girls suppressing giggles at Ben's recurrent raw lust for her Irish charms. They were not jealous. Ben indulged them equitably, both as house - mates and fuck - mates, recognizing and celebrating each one's lovable quirks and favorite techniques.

Shannon smiled and waved 'bye' to her housemates as Ben hustled her out of the room. She silently acknowledged her well - earned pride at Ben's hurried pace. He seemed quite aroused at discovering her as his mystery mate. 

At the top of the stairs, Ben swung her around and they deep kissed. She wrapped her arms around his neck as he held her hips. He ground hard against her groin, using the wall as a backstop. Still kissing and pressing, he pulled the ties of her thong. It fell to the floor. His hands pressed and fondled her ample boobs. 

Ben loosened his clutch. Shannon kept alive his interest in her fun - bags by hugging his arm to the soft masses as he escorted her the rest of the way to his master suite. A few barren days had passed since Ben had bedded her and she was more than ready to get her fair share of the patron sponsor. She looked forward to a vigorous fucking. 

Ben gave Shannon a dancer's twirl through the doorway and tuned the intercom system to background flute music. He dropped his shorts and tee - shirt. Plopping on the bed, he bolstered his head with a pillow. 

Shannon closed her lovely green eyes, released her hair from its captive bun and let her body test the music's beat. Her hips dipped and swayed; her snake arms slithered above her head. She slowly danced in rotation, giving Ben a thorough scan of her undulating naked beauty. Ben percolated as she danced to the beat, his fingers drumming on his aroused prick in time with the music, another step in their foreplay. Shannon kept the rhythm going as they roused their passions.

Meanwhile, the other girls closed up shop downstairs and ascended to their individual rooms. They found Shannon's thong discarded in the hallway and heard the flute music float from the master suite. Violet collected the fabric scrap for return to Shannon and said goodnight as she closed her door. Marta and Tatiana gave a meaningful look and went together into Marta's room. Early on in the program, they had explored their bi - sexual curiosity. Shannon and Violet's nights with Ben were their opportunities for deeper discovery. Ben was aware of the attraction between the oldest upper classmates, possibly the others, but was wholly unconcerned. As long as they continued to fully service and satisfy him, it didn't matter.

In the master suite, Shannon continued her sexy gyrations for Ben's pleasure. Her motions changed gradually from belly - dance moves to even more suggestive movements. She briskly twerked her ass in time and then bent over. Grasping her ankles and peering back between her spread straight legs, she spied a smiling Ben playing with his half tumescent penis. She squatting into a slower twerk, mimicking her hip moves to a pantomime fucking of his cock. Ben liked the view and stroked himself in sync with her sensual twerks. He handled himself to a bursting hardness. 

Shannon slithered to the floor on her back and scissor flailed her straightened legs in the air. Her hands bunched her curled red locks as she looked at Ben and blew a pucker kiss. Ben took the invitation and crawled from the bed to her side. He kissed her face, then neck and nipples. He straddled his knees inverted astride her shoulders as he kissed her bellybutton and then lower. He nuzzled her pussy, kissing the sweet pink flesh and suckling the erect little nub. 

Shannon kissed the tip of Ben's hanging erection, licking the crown, sucking the knob. Ben angled down and fed her more of his cock. He worked the shaft lower and Shannon sucked it all in. Ben rested his pubis on her chin. Shannon wrapped her arms around his hips and held him in tight, sucking deep and hard.

Ben pressed his face into her groin. His tongue went wild. Shannon twisted and humped her female softness beneath his face. Suddenly she hugged him tighter and shuddered in orgasm. Ben smiled, although unseen with his face buried in pussy.

They rolled sideways. Shannon now had more freedom of movement and bobbed on his cock. She worked feverously until Ben cried and shuddered, flooding her mouth with cum.

They rested in place briefly but were too keyed up and wanted more. More would happen in bed and they slowly unwound and crawled onto the mattress. The kissing was more intense, each tasting the fruit of the other's cum - wetted genitals. Shannon's tresses were loose about her head and shoulders. Gripping two handfuls, Ben rolled Shannon on her back. Shannon spread open and wrapped his hips. Ben was re - energized and his knob bumped the nether lips recently scoured by his tongue. A few probes got him embedded in her warm womb. 

Shannon writhed for Ben's benefit, rubbing her vaginal membranes all over his engorged buried shaft. Ben was fired up and drove long, fast and deep. His hips hammered her cunt. Shannon squeezed her thighs so tight it halted his thrusts. She wanted control and Ben was willing to concede it to his veteran mate.

He hauled Shannon back atop and got her positioned cowgirl. She took time to set the scene for him. She fluffed her ringlet curls, letting the cascade fall half behind and half in front. She parted enough strands to shyly expose her nipples to his open view and access. Then, she began.

Her thrusts were long and gentle. Her hair swayed in rhythm. Ben reached up but she caught his hands with hers. That helped anchor her torso and she gave some quick twerks to rub his tip slit deep against her cervix. Ben shook off her grip and thumbed and pinched her nipples. Shannon leaned in to give him easier access. 

Ben rose higher, his breathes short and sharp. Shannon watched and timed the strokes. She felt her own heat building on multiple fronts. Her nipples tingled from Ben's manhandling. Her pussy was making the little pre - orgasmic sparkles that felt the way fizzy drinks did when they tickled her nose. She wanted more and got it... hard.

"Oh, my god... Oh My God... OH MY GOD... Ben.. BEN... BEN!!"

Shannon captured her hair again around her head and orbited her hips in a flat circle. Ben exploded with a howl. Shannon felt the warm fluids coat her womb and she swooned even more with the spasms. As she felt Ben's shaft decrease inside her, she fell on his chest and nuzzled his neck. Ben rubbed her back. Eventually she slid to his side but lay close to her amorous man.

They slept the rest of the night, cuddled in bed. Dawn found Ben alone. Shannon had returned to her room. And thus began just another day for Ben and his scholarship interns.

Chapter 04 Marta Attends Graduate School

*** London

The LearJet bumped gently to earth and rolled to the private air flight terminal. The pilot emerged from the cockpit and announced their arrival to his sole VIP passenger. Marta unbelted from her seat and stepped her catwalk stride down the short narrow aisle. She was aware of the handsome pilot's interested stare. Her heels gave her a little added height and bounce and she paused in front of the uniformed stud to let him admire her close up. Marta saw his pupils dilate. 'Sorry fella', I can't be yours today' she thought. Marta kissed her fingertip and patted it on the man's cheek, drawing the pad along to his chin, watching him swallow hard to contain his composure. She smirked and pivoted out the cabin door into the rainy London afternoon. The pilot adjusted his crotch as he watched the flirty lass descend the gangway to the waiting town - car.

Marta studied her relocation packet on the ride through the city to her new accommodations. She was enrolled at the London School of Economics and would live at the city residence of Sir John during her graduate studies. During Lady Heather's briefing, Marta learned that Sir John's previous scholarship intern graduated with honors and Marta was expected to do the same. Living only with a housekeeper, Sir John needed a scholarship intern to play a role in his eccentric pastimes.

Marta was staggered by the opportunity. Her transcripts showed excellent grades and her test scores were outstanding but the competition for enrollment at the school was fierce. And that was just the academics. Sir John had several graduate scholarship intern candidates available on his shortlist. 

She remade her picture portfolio to the specifications of the scholarship intern committees. The fashion shoots were similar to her undergrad application but with newer styles and preppy outfits. The nude set was eerie. She travelled to a special studio where she modelled fetish trappings: collars, cuffs, corsets and Goth make - up. One portrayal had her blindfolded, trussed in body belts and suspended from her ankles.

Eventually, Marta was informed she had been selected for the graduate scholarship internship. Thereafter, a hefty bequest by Sir John to the university endowment fund tipped the balance and her enrollment in the college's graduate coursework was confirmed.

Her final days at the undergraduate scholarship intern residence were unforgettable. She had exclusively scheduled herself on Ben's roster for the final three days. She bid goodbye to him and the facilities. There were blowjobs in the gym, seated pool spa fucks under the stars, quickies in the kitchen and long sex crazed nights in the master suite. Parting after three fun filled years was such sweet sorrow.

Her arrival at the London townhouse mansion was low key. The housekeeper, a blue black lithe Ethiopian named Iman, showed her to her bedroom. It was the typical posh setting. Iman said dinner was at 8 o'clock in the main dining room and Marta's required evening dress was already picked out per Sir John's specific instructions.




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Marta explored the room and bath, finding her dress hanging ready in the closet. The dress was an elegant cocktail number, a shiny gold lame sheath: sleeveless, knee length, close fitting waist and hips but a fuller cut across the bodice. A pair of matching strappy heels were close by. A small card was pinned to the dress stating 'No undergarments, please'. Marta spent the rest of the afternoon prepping for her grand introduction to her new patron sponsor.

*** Sir John and Iman 

Marta admired herself before the full length bedroom mirror. She was a golden tour de force: gold toned skin, gold blonde hair, shimmery gold dress and heels, gold jewelry. She shimmied to see her loose breasts roll and settle beneath the golden sheath of dress. Her cascade of waist - length hair fluttered as it draped her torso. Precisely at 8 o'clock, Marta entered the candle - lit dining room to find Sir John and Iman already seated at either end of the large table.

Sir John rose to greet her at mid - room. He was dressed rather casually: maroon velvet housecoat with black trim and the embroidered family crest. He wore matching slippers. He was taller than Marta by a head. His hair was jet black and curly, full enough to touch his ears. His complexion was ruddy and his demeanor aloof. 

Sir John took her hands in his and kissed the back of one in chivalrous style. He held them wide as his coal black eyes scanned her body slowly up and down, assessing his newest housemate. He held her gaze for an uncomfortably long time. When he spoke, his voice was staid despite the gentle words.

"Marta, welcome to your new home. At last, you are here and I can see you are even more immaculate in person than your pictures promised."

Marta gave a coy smile at the memory of her portfolio. 'Which of the pictures was he referring to?' she wondered. Probably all of them but particularly the fetish photos. She thanked her host for accepting her as his scholarship intern. Sir John gave a concessionary nod at that gracious reply. He was also visualizing the file photos and their insight into Marta's erotic pliability. He guided her to a place centered on the long side of the table.

Iman had been silent and still throughout Sir John's greeting and Marta now glanced sideways at the housekeeper. Contrary to Sir John, Iman's clothes were severe and constricting: black lace corset and black leather pants tucked into patent black leather stiletto boots. The corset squeezed her bountiful breasts into mounded ebony cleavage. Her hair was smoothed back into a tight bun and her fire red lips were unsmiling. Her staring dark eyes were humorless.

The food and drink were delectable, the conversation pointed and measured. Sir John and Iman inquired enough of Marta to assure she was comfortable in her new surroundings and committed to her coming year of residence.

Sir John reviewed the household rules. Marta had free rein of the townhouse and attached garden. There would be some special activities for her but they would not interfere with her education. She should use her time mainly to excel in her studies. Of course, dating and casual sex outside the household were forbidden. This was a poly - monogamous relationship: just the three of them.

Lastly, Sir John stated his ultimate rule: no masturbation. Orgasms were only to be shared in the presence of others. For Marta's coming year, that meant only with Sir John and Iman. He made her restate that rule as a solemn promise to obey.

As the meal ended, Sir John rose without fanfare. He extended his hand to assist Marta to her feet and held it firmly, eye - locking her again just as he had done during his greeting. He remembered her file where she self - claimed expertise in fellatio. He brushed his other thumb along the circumference of her mouth, feeling the warmth and pliability of her lips, imagining them wrapped around the base of his erection. Marta knew this was not a moment to be flirtatious but couldn't resist kissing the thumb pad before wetting her lips with a tongue sweep. Sir John gave his first grin of the evening.

Having established his presence and authority, Sir John led Marta from the dining room. She caught her reflection in the hallway mirrors. Her stepped gait jostled her unfettered breasts beneath the loose golden bodice. Sir John's kept his own eye on the waggle with furtive glances. Iman followed solemnly, closing the doors behind them. 

They descended a flight of steep narrow stairs to the basement level. High heeled Marta stepped gingerly behind the leading Sir John. She stumbled once and he snagged her in mid - falter, his snaring hand squashing her loose boob beneath the dress. He kept that contact, righting her on the step. His hand dawdled wistfully at the soft, dress - covered contact, groping a quick squeeze. He turned and continued to lead her downward. 

At the bottom, Marta beheld the extraordinary panorama. The entire basement was one open room, dimly lit and furnished like a dungeon. Conducting her to the middle of the room, Sir John let go of Marta's hand. "Our playroom" he said as he grandly swept his arm across the expanse, inviting her inspection. 

The central furnishings were a number of restraint devices: lacquered cross frames, roughhewn wooden tables and ceiling hung chains. A cabinet stood to one side. Two walls were covered with mirrors. Mercifully, there were none of the cliché whips and paddles hung on the walls.

Sir John stepped before the awestruck Marta and shrugged off his robe. He stood hands on hips for her scrutiny of his nakedness. Marta respectfully looked for the first time upon her patron sponsor's hairy, muscular body. She was both apprehensive and delighted by his size and physique.

Iman collected the fallen robe and placed it aside. She returned wearing purple velvet opera gloves and hefted Sir John's substantial manhood to Marta's rapt gaze. Slow velvety strokes brought Sir John to a mild tumescence. His cock was long and thick, even though only half erect.

Iman rummaged in the cabinet. Sir John broke Marta's spell as he stepped behind her. Presuming her permission, his fingers glided beneath her tresses to the dress clasp, drew the zipper down to the hem and tugged the cocktail dress off her body. The mirrors reflected Marta in all her naked glory, a luminescent piece of art glowing softly in the somber dim - lit room. Sir John glanced at their reflections as he circled her and admired her smooth unblemished skin. He moved his fingertips tenderly over her neck, back, arms and hips; Marta first shivered at his touch but calmed herself as expected. Sir John peered across her shoulder and stared at her in the mirror. He cupped her fine toned buttocks, patting the supple mounds. He nodded stoically, acknowledging his approval of her figure.

Sir John's fascination was interrupted when Iman returned with a collection of black leather cuffs. He collaborated with her to choose the right ones. They tested several sizes on Marta's limbs. Finally they chose the perfect set that fit snug but did not inhibit circulation. They labeled the leather bands with a large 'M', for Marta.

Perfectly cuffed and heeled but otherwise naked, Marta was shepherded to a standing box frame. They stood her on the bottom brace and locked her spread limbs to the corners. They stepped back to admire their work, Iman resuming her velvety handiwork on Sir John's growing erection.

The dark lacquered box frame was now adored with a nubile golden girl festooned with rosy temptations. Marta's rosy cheeks blushed deeper at her growing apprehension. Her bee - stung rosy lips were pressed together in suspenseful anticipation. Her rosy nipples sported stiff dark nubs. Vaginal dew glossed her flowering rosy pudenda. Her rose - hued finger and toe nail polish glimmered in the soft light as her hands and feet fidgeted under their salacious gaze.

His contemplation of the prize displayed on the frame combined with Iman's velvet touch brought Sir John to a full standing erection. Marta observed the foreplay, expecting soon to fulfill her inescapable role in this erotic play - date.

Sir John stepped forward for a close - up carnal appraisal. He had been roused by the premature boob handling on the stairs but had postponed until now a more thorough fondling, letting his passions percolate with the memory. He cupped and bounced Marta's proffered boobs. His fingers danced about the naked globes, cupping the masses, squeezing gently, and flicking the nubs. His fertile musings on Marta's photographed mammary perfections were confirmed in the flesh. He decided he liked what he saw and he liked what he felt. It was time for the next step. 

Sir John stood on the frame base, leaned in and positioned his tip at the point of insertion. He reached wide and gripped Marta's wrist cuffs for support. After a hip wiggle for a final stance adjustment, he held there with his bloated knob posed against her dewy nether lips. He leaned closer to Marta's face and took deep tongue kisses from the restrained blonde. During the kisses, Iman produced a black satin blindfold. Marta spied the approaching cloth and closed her eyes, expecting to feel the opaque cover enclose her face and ears. She waited a long moment but nothing touched her skin.

A sharp crack and a low howl from Sir John accompanied his initial push into her cunt. Marta's eyes jolted open, her mind searching her body for the forthcoming sting of the pain. Instead she found Sir John's face covered by the blindfold, his mouth open as his cry faded. She saw Iman windup her arm for another smack with the dog switch. Iman hesitated an instant, then whacked Sir John's ass. He howled again as he thrust his manhood further into Marta's moist grotto. On the next stroke, his pubic bone hit hard on Marta's matching anatomy. He blubbered as he pulled half out.

Marta saw the next whip swing coming and unconsciously recoiled from the impending drubbing on her pubis. Sir John was unable to follow in time and his cock nearly fell out. Iman noticed Marta's reaction and stopped the attack to correct the unintended consequence. She pressed the switch against Marta's butt cheeks to move them forward.

"Brace your hips, my dear. Sir John likes to feel each lunge bottom out. Close your eyes if you must or I can blindfold you if you prefer. Either way, play your part properly." 

Marta murmured a promise to do better. She strained against the cuffs to give Sir John fuller access. The crack of the switch, the howls and the repeated deep thrusts continued unabated. Iman varied the timing so that Sir John and Marta could not anticipate the strikes.

She felt his knob punch against her cervix with each stroke. Sir John may like to feel each lunge bottom out but Marta found it less than pleasant. Her pubis throbbed, her cervix was sore and the dark scene and surroundings were disrupting her knack for achieving the orgasm that she had been told to share with the others.

Iman watched Marta's breasts jump with each lunge of the blindfolded Sir John. The sweaty mounds bobbed up her chest in a liquidly slosh and rolled down when they settled. 'Poor Sir John', she thought, 'he's missing the thrill of seeing those splendors in motion'.

Sir John's cries and breathing amplified with each smack. Finally, on a particularly solid hit, he stiffened his whole body upward and powered his manly pulses deep inside his newest scholarship intern. He shuddered out the following volleys. When his balls were empty, Sir John floated down slowly from his mind blown high and then hung exhausted from his perch. Marta clung to her restraints, squatting down slowly, following Sir John's sagging hips and holding in his ebbing cock. His erection further faded and finally fell out. His copious cum dribbled out onto Marta's alabaster thighs. 

Sir John smiled when the blindfold was removed and Marta's flushed face was before him. He pecked fondly at her sweat stained lips. Stepping down, he re - donned his robe and ascended the stairs alone to his room. 

Sir John had picked Marta from all the available candidates and he congratulated himself on an excellent choice. Marta was the perfect counter - balance to Iman: pure white versus blue black, soft toned body versus sinewy muscles, naive demeanor versus severe temperament. He reminisced on her candidate portfolio and the fetish portrayals. His previous intern had departed a month before Marta's arrival. He had pondered impatiently during the interim, conjuring inventive scenes for Marta to coax out his cum and entertain the bi - sexual Iman. The waiting had been torture for him.

But the waiting had been worth it. Their just concluded first encounter had been impressive and promised much more to come. There was a giddy joy in Sir John's heart. This was going to be a very good year.

After Sir John had ascended the stairs, Iman surveyed the exhausted blonde. Marta's hair was disheveled and sweat - platted to the temples and cheeks of her lowered face. Marta was unresisting as the black woman pressed the end of the dog switch against the side of her limp boob. The orb was well formed and pliant. Iman used the crop to lift the other from below. The rod indented the weighty flesh but the mass held its youthful roundness. Iman smiled. Sir John was going to love finding dynamic amusements for the blonde's fun - bags. 

Iman dismounted Marta from her perch and removed the cuffs. She stored them in a drawer marked 'Marta', conveniently available for next time. She handed the weary girl a sheer translucent wrap. 

Marta felt Sir John's drying spunk sticky between her thighs. Her pussy was sore yet tingled with need. She loathed sleeping alone at any time but especially now with her sexual angst peaked and the prohibition on masturbation. With head bowed, Marta picked up the gold lame dress for her trek back to her room.

At the foot of the stairs, Iman stopped and whispered "Don't fret, my dear. Tomorrow night we will do something different. Maybe strap you to a table and use some vibrating toys so Sir John can watch your titties dance." 

Iman mused on Marta buckled down tight, head tilted back over the edge, a vibrator stabbing her orgasming pussy while Sir John's thrust deep into her inverted throat, his balls beating against her nose. A shiver ran up her spine in anticipation. She motioned Marta upward ahead of her as she continued her assurances.

"You should dream tonight of powerful orgasms; maybe tomorrow those dreams will come true."

Marta's hips undulated under the sheer taupe cover as she scaled the flight. Black skinned Iman savored the view of Marta's ivory white ass mounted on cum dampened legs and sequined heels. She was intrigued by the show. But she was also patient and disciplined; Sir John expected that of her. She would wait a fortnight for Sir John to drain his month - long pent - up lust into his newest intern. Then Iman would assert her claim to a fair share of the pink and golden booty. This was going to be a very good year.

Chapter 05 Tatiana

*** Beauty Contestant

Ben wandered to the great room for the ritual greet and mingle before taking his undisclosed sex partner to bed. Only three of the scholarship interns were present. Ben resigned to wait for his senior intern to arrive and reveal her choice for his nighttime mate. After some small talk, the others informed him that Tatiana had scheduled herself for tonight but wanted to surprise Ben. They said she asked him to meet her in the master suite. She wanted to make an entrance. It was an unusual request but Ben trusted her judgment. He trudged the stairs and hallway alone to his room, an unusual circumstance for his nightly stroll to bed. He walked through his door to an exciting vista.

Tatiana stood in stage smile pose wearing her beauty contestant finest. She was decked out in silver heels and a matching floor length body molding gown. Her hair and makeup were perfect. She held a large bouquet of flowers and the light glinted off her keepsake tiara crown. A satin ribbon sash declared her Miss Columbia.

Ben was surprised by the unexpected role play but was eager to play along. He liked what he saw and was eager for the scenario to unfold. Like all men who watched televised beauty contests, he had fantasized of subduing one of the crown - hungry cock - teasers. Instead of the usual masturbation to the on - screen images, this time he was going to ravage the winner in real life. His thoughts were disturbed as Tatiana initiated the banter.

"Oh my god. This is the best thing that has ever happened to me. I am so happy" she began.

"Not at all' played along Ben. "You are exotic and sexy. It was easy to get the other judges' votes when I told them of your promised post - pageant thank - yous."

Tatiana nodded at Ben's sage handling of the negotiations. "That was a brilliant turn around. I would have fucked all of them before the contest. Silly me."

Ben was quick on the uptake; he quoted the hooker's adage about pre - payment. 

"You know that the perceived value of the services to be rendered is greater than the perceived value after the services are rendered." Wisdom dispensed, he continued. "As head judge, I claimed first spot in your after - event datebook."

Tatiana nodded her understanding and placed her flowers in the side table vase. The body molding sequined gown articulated her graceful hourglass body beneath. She turned to Ben who admired her creamy cleavage elevated by the strapless bodice. She strolled to the side of the cushioned wooden chair and gave a showgirl arm sweep, inviting him to sit. Ben dropped his shorts and shirt before obliging her invitation. A red velvet cushion occupied the floor between his spread knees and thereupon kneeled the still fully gowned Tatiana.

She took liberties, fingering his thickened cock, kissing and touching his inner thighs and scrotum as Ben enjoyed the down cleavage view. She paused to touch her exquisite necklace.

"These are genuine pearls I wear for competitions" she said. "But don't you think a string of sperm pearls would look much better on my neck?" she implored.

Ben looked in her make - believe beseeching eyes. There was no script here so he adlibbed "If you deep throat me first, I might consent to garnishing your breasts."

Tatiana became uneasy. It was one of her few life letdowns. In fact, she had never been able to get a man past her gag reflex. Ben knew her trouble and was challenging her to leap the barrier. She knew she needed to try, again. 

With a deep breath, she opened her mouth and went down on Ben as far as she could. When his tip touched her tonsils, she gagged and drew back. Ben remained seated and patient for your next try. Another deep slide, another reflex. This wasn't going well.

Tatiana needed a break but sought to concentrate on Ben's pleasure. Instead of another futile thrust, she rolled her head and slid his shaft and knob against her inner cheek to caress its lateral side. Her tongue fluttered about his penile skin, seeking whatever nerve clusters she could happen upon.

Ben watched her frustrations and genuine efforts to regain the initiative. He understood her desire to please him. Her tongue, cheeks and palette scoured his cock; it really was exciting to watch and feel. He could have forced the issue, so to speak: jamb her head down and pierce her throat. But that would not give her the pride of self - achievement; it would be a forced solution. Traumatizing the scholarship interns was not in Ben's nature.

Tatiana's mouth was a flurry of motion, her bobbing tiara skittering the soft light. Ben liked the sensations but the night was young and he figured there were other parts of this scene to explore. He slowed Tatiana's moves on his prick and drew her face upward for a gentle loving kiss.




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"That's enough of the fellatio for now. It's good but let's try something else." He stood and drew her to her feet.

Tatiana was disappointed that she had failed the deep throat. Ben had been patient with her over and over again. She really needed to beat that obstacle. Maybe next time. She reached back to unhook the dress. Ben hastened to halt her momentum.

"I think it would be fun for me to remove your regalia. Just relax and let me do the honors."

*** Consolation Prize

Tatiana dropped her hands to a low abdomen clasp. Ben moved behind her, slipping his hand across her sequined hip and ass during the pass. The dress fit perfectly. 

From behind, he considered her bare shoulders and her chest in the wall mirror. The top of the strapless breast shield indented her lush flesh, as it should, barely hiding her nipples but not the creamy billow of tit meat mounded above. And above that décolletage was her neck, the target of his aborted man - jewelry mission. Higher still, her gaze stared serenely at him. Her eyes were expertly made - up, rosy cheeks, and pearl ear bangles to match the necklace. She was indeed an exquisite visage.

He felt beneath her long black tresses and found the dress clasp, pulling the sides together to facilitate releasing the hook and eye. He stared in the mirror as the tension across her boobs slackened. 

He lowered the zipper slowly, hearing each tooth pop, one by one, as the zipper seam spread out on her back. Tatiana drew an instinctive breath as her bound tits adjusted to the new surplus roominess. Ben pushed the zipper to its limit halfway past her ass. Her lingerie was visible through the opening. She had chosen flesh toned colors: sheer half bra and high cut panties.

Realizing that he had more to do before beholding the fruits of his labors, Ben gently rolled the fabric away from Tatiana's chest and folded it forward. The zipper design was long enough to release the tautness across her hips and ass. Ben knelt and worked the fabric downward. The gown's inner lining was as silky as her skin. The silver sequined sheath slithered easily down her body. She braced a hand on his handy shoulder and stepped one heel and then the other from the collapsed gown corralling her ankles. She watched in the mirrors as naked Ben, her impromptu wardrobe steward, hung the gown safely out of the way for later retrieval.

Tatiana saw his concern and care for her cherished costume. It warmed her heart that despite her debacle at deep throat, Ben was handling her body and personal property as his treasures. Ben gently removed and placed her precious tiara next to her awarded flower bouquet on the side table. She became a little upbeat for the next steps.

Ben returned to stand before her. He tilted up her chin and kissed her lips. His erection was at half - mast and touched her clasped hands joined again at groin level. Her fingers diddled the tip but Ben drew back and shook his head. She ceased her genital grope. His hands found the half bra hooks and he drew Tatiana towards him until her nylon covered nipples touched his belly. His hands flipped the hooks apart and then held the demi - cupped garment at arm's length. He flicked the fabric towards the corner as he took one step back, enough to provide a clear view of Tatiana's rounded breasts. He stood hands on hips, ogling Tatiana's tits topped with their large pink areolae.

Ben held his impulses in check, avoiding the urge to fondle these favorite parts of the female anatomy. Instead, he dropped to one knee. Tatiana's smooth panties hugged her hips and ass. Her vaginal lips were molded into a magnificent camel toe by the tight fit. The twin ridges sheltered the center groove, dampened by Tatiana's seeping vaginal dew. 

Up close, Ben sensed the aroma of woody musk, redolent of Lady Heather's subtle perfume. He laughed inside, realizing that the scent was one of her subliminal tactics to control her targeted males, apparently Ben included.

Ben smoothed his palms on Tatiana's silk covered hips. The warm skin felt even silkier under the translucent fabric. He found the edges and tugged softly, slipping the fabric down her legs. The legging release routine repeated; Ben held the fabric as Tatiana steadied and double stepped out of it. He reached up and pressed on Tatiana's stomach, inducing her to sit on the edge of the mattress. 

Their roles were reversed; now Ben was the one kneeling between Tatiana's spread knees. He leaned in and licked at the pink nether lips. The tang of woody musk was even zestier than the scent. He dove in for more. Tatiana's nerves tingled at his rough textured laps on her folds. She stretch onto her back and held Ben's face lightly against her pussy. Ben heeded her silent request, drinking deep of her feminine liquor. 

Tatiana both rejoiced and felt overwhelmed by the fire blazing in her lower body. The passionate flames leaped up her core and ignited an inferno in her brain. Her spine arched and she went rigid in ecstasy. Numerous spasms later, her body shocks subsided into aftershocks as her awareness returned.

Wet - faced Ben rose from the ashes and slid her hips further up the bed, also climbing upward until he was braced above her. With foreheads pressed together, they pecked their lips. Palming her ass - cheeks and setting his manhood at her pussy entrance, Ben rolled sideways and Tatiana opened her thighs to give Ben sidesaddle access to her wet and ready slit.

Ben wasted no time pushing against her genital portal. But he arrested the impulse to plunge in. He pressed his knob and backed off. A little more on the next push. He took several times to encase just the length of his knob. He shuttled his corona on the outermost pink folds. 

Tatiana welcomed the lower caresses and let Ben work his magic there. She embraced his neck, occupied his mouth with kisses and played with his tongue. Braced between Ben's hands on her ass and her arms around his neck, she undulated her tits against his chest. He had forgone the accustomed boob fondles and she placated his forbearance by grating her stiffened nipples on his sensitive chest.

Ben worked himself to the bottom of her vagina, slowly, gently, soothingly. His pubic pressed her clitoris as he wriggled around inside her. Her womb was lengthier than her oral cavity though Ben's thick erection packed her narrow orifice. It felt good to both lovers.

The tender love making brought on a solid orgasm for the conjoined sex - mates. Tatiana's feminine lubricant already coated their groins. They were perspiring with the efforts. Ben's discharge eventually leaked from her cunt and added to the stickiness. They didn't care. They cuddled to sleep wallowing in the sexual succulence even after Ben fell out.

Tatiana woke first, entangled in crumpled sheets and her man's jumbled arms and legs. Ben's face lay near her breasts and his breathing tickled her nipples. She leaned closer and touched her rose disk to his lips.

Ben woke when he felt her stir. Tatiana cuddled closer and Ben responded to her affections with a lazy suckle. Her nub engorged and Ben switched to the other one for fairness and balance. They adjusted again into the pleasing sidesaddle stance and spent even longer this time building their ardor to second satisfying orgasms. After resting to recover energy, they rose from the bed and showered away lust's residue.

Tatiana gathered her undergarments. Ben insisted on reversing the undressing and helped Tatiana prepare for her next imaginary judge's due recompense. He refined his role as wardrobe attendant with bounteous touching on Tatiana's magnificent physique. She shivered with arousal at his intimate petting. The panties had to be placed just so, tight into a camel - toe and smooth across her sexy ass. The half bra was problematic, requiring untold adjustments, Ben employing squeezes, fondles and hugs to ensure the fit was as perfect as her tits. Ben sighed sadly as the zipper drew the silver gown closed at her shoulders and hid, for now, her body from his view.

The last detail was her tiara which Ben examined thoughtfully as he chose his next words.

"A true beauty contest has many facets: beauty, poise and talent. No doubt you have the first two. But a true beauty queen is a master of deep - throat fellatio. I know because those fantasies were central to my daydreams when I used to masturbate to the televised galas."

Tatiana was out of adlibs and fretfully watched Ben finger her precious keepsake tiara. She feared he would not give it back. Instead, he held it up and slid its clips under her tresses and fixed it in place atop her head.

"You are truly a winner and have earned the right to wear it but only on probation. You are now a Beauty Princess. To become a Beauty Queen, you must master deep - throat. Deal?"

Tatiana thought quickly and countered his offer.

"Do you promise to give me lots of practice and encouragement?"

"I promise..." he snickered before tenderly kissing her cherry glossed lips.

Chapter 06 Doctor Tom

*** House Calls

Lady Heather arrived right on schedule for her inspection tour. As promised, she was accompanied by the Scholarship Intern Program's medical director. Doctor Tom was retained to provide medical exams and health advice to the residents at the many scholarship intern houses in his bi - monthly rounds. This work consumed most of his professional time and that was alright with him. The work was very rewarding.

Doctor Tom set up shop in the gym room. Tatiana had posted his schedule. Each girl was allotted an hour for Doctor Tom's comprehensive examination, the regular sample retrievals and his healthy life - style counselling. The girls enjoyed his good humor and sage advice. While he performed his medical obligations, Lady Heather spoke privately with Ben.

She asked open ended questions, seeking Ben honest feedback. Were the students spending their time in studies or lazing about too much? The house looked well kept. Were they cooperating with the chores? Any cliques or in - fighting? Ben assured her the girls were behaving and getting very good grades in their studies.

Lady Heather continued. What about the nights? Was Ben getting satisfactory personal care? Ben detailed his rational approval of the mutually beneficial arrangements. 

He volunteered that early on, he tried to prepare the housework and bedmate rosters but there were too many details to sort out: irregular homework assignments, special housekeeping duties, moon cycles, perceived parity for his time and his own wariness for favoring one girl over the others. The complexity conspired to wreck his best laid plans. He finally gave up and found a mutually beneficial solution. 

He assigned the roster preparation to the senior scholarship intern. She benefited by learning the useful skill of organization and delegation. Ben gained an unexpected benefit when he told the senior not to share the roster with him. Each evening he was joined by one of his scholarship interns, always pleased by the senior's random choice. She bestowed Ben's affections equally among the group as fairly as possible given the same restraints Ben had struggled with. Every so often Ben might have one girl two nights in a row or not see her at all for more than a week. The irregular diversity was stimulating and he awoke each morning well satisfied. 

Lastly, Lady Heather explained that this time Doctor Tom would depart with her at the end of the day. But on future independent visits, Doctor Tom should be accommodated at the house overnight. Either he could choose to sleep alone in Ben's companion's empty bedroom or share a room with his selection of an available scholarship intern. Doctor Tom usually preferred the latter choice. Ben understood Doctor Tom's special status and promised to accommodate his wishes.

*** Check Ups

Tatiana worked Doctor Tom's bi - monthly appointments and overnight stays into her schedule. The appointments went smoothly. Since clinic paper gowns were laughably superfluous, panties were the interns' sole attire. They comprised an enticing mélange of colors and styles: flirty pink bikinis, neon green booty shorts, spicy red spandex boy shorts. The girls vied for the chance to seduce the visiting male. The doctor certainly enjoyed the pre - coitus rivalry.

He recorded the interns' height, weight, pulse, blood pressure, temperature and the like. They discussed any complaints. The girls welcomed his hands - on tests when he examined their bodily traits, tones and textures. He tested the arousal times of their feminine erotic zones and measured their orifice depths and compression strengths. He always praised them on their growing abilities and improving health.

Ben was called for the last appointment of the day. Doctor Tom reviewed last visit's lab work. He was pleased with Ben's results. His cholesterol, blood pressure and weight stability were good. His sperm count was unusually strong for a man of Ben's age. That indicated that Ben's balls were energetic and healthy. Doctor Tom presumed the reason. Last visit, when he needed to collect a sperm sample, he offered Ben some privacy to rub one out. Ben laughed and instead summoned Violet who hand - jobbed him into a specimen cup in the middle of the gym as the doctor looked on.

Ben bragged that he exercised vigorously twice a day: an hour each morning in the gym and for as long as he could last each night with his slated partner. They laughed together at the lewd humor. The ribald joke prodded Doctor Tom to broach a question.

"How about the redhead? Is she a good 'exercise' partner?"

"The best" Ben conceded. "At least she has been every time with me."

Sensing the good doctor's interest, he relayed the physician's choice to Tatiana.

After the evening meal, the scantily clad female housemates lazed about in the great room; surfing the net, typing homework or watching videos. 

Ben and Doctor Tom engaged elsewhere in manly talk. With his professional duties completed, Doctor Tom wanted to be called just Tom for the rest of his stay. Tom shared stories of his work for the Scholarship Intern Program and how he got started on the lucrative assignment. For years, he had tried to maintain a general practice in a small town after a nasty divorce. Social cliques within the insular community froze him out and his business faltered along with his sex life. He had taken Lady Heather up on her offer of mysterious travelling house calls. It was a dream come true. Well compensated financially, it was the carnal perks that gained his steadfast loyalty. 

Lady Heather counselled him to avoid successive encounters with any one intern on his rounds. She wanted him to remain professional and unencumbered by special feelings for any one girl. Tom made sure to rotate completely through a house's roster before repeating with any one intern. But Tom still had his favorites on every campus and he related the salty details to Ben.

It was a treat for Ben to exchange ideas with another man. He was resigned to maintain his faithfulness within the poly - monogamous relationships but it was a bit cloistering for him without mature adult conversation. The evening passed in manly mirth until it was time to close out the day.

Ben and Tom wandered to the great room and stood near the doorway during the obligatory greetings and small talk. Ben stretched and stated his intention to retire to bed. He looked around expectantly, waiting to learn who was on his roster for the night. 

Tatiana folded her laptop, tucked it away and strolled to Ben. He was pleased with her self - selection to join him tonight. 

"Ready to try again?" he asked with a grin. Her cherry red glossed lips fringed her smile. Her predecessor Marta was a maestro of fellatio and Tatiana was striving to fill that empty niche in her skill set. Her tongue work was superb but they had struggled to get Ben's large knob into her small throat. They just kept trying, hoping for a break through.

"I think we might get it all in tonight. Practice, practice, practice..." she softly cooed.

Tom witnessed the pillow talk foreplay and watched Ben and Tatiana stroll off hand in hand for a night of deep - throat experiments. He turned back to the room and stepped close to the seated Shannon who had been studying her lessons. He grinned down at her as she strained her face up to greet his grin with a smile of her own. Her strawberry hair was freshly curled and gathered in a loose bun. She stretched a finger and grazed it seductively down Tom's pants zipper. He nodded his concurrence. Shannon closed her schoolbook and stood. She was wearing a loose tank top and her modest pointy breasts jostled beneath the fabric as she rose. She took his hand and led him toward her room. Tom was quite pleased so far with his choice du soiree.

At her bedroom door, she asked Tom to wait as she scooted inside. The door reopened with Shannon wearing a nurse's cap and a stethoscope. "The doctor will see you now" she said. "But first, I need to take your measurements and give you a thorough pre - exam."

Tom was amused by the inventive role reversal and entered Shannon's room.

"Let's get those street clothes off and prepare you for my examination" she directed.

Shannon flicked open Tom's shirt buttons and exposed her patient's hairy chest. His belt and shorts joined the shirt forming a growing pile on the floor. He was content to let Shannon do the honors. Besides, his fingers were busy sliding over her cotton covered boobs and pinching the prominent pokies. Shannon was unfazed; Tom had firmly kneaded and pressed her bare boobs during her earlier medical exam. But that was work; this was play and Shannon was enjoying his non - professional fondling of her man toys.

Stepping back from the denuded Tom, Shannon lifted off her tank top. 

The prominent pokies topped well - formed conical tits. The nurse's cap was askew and she fixed it. Neon blue boy shorts constituted her scrubs. This doctor's office had the same relaxed dress code as his, much to Tom's liking.

Shannon guided Tom to lay on her bed. She used her stethoscope to listen to his toes and knees. When she touched the silver disk to his scrotum, he jumped.

"Oh, is that too cold?" She suckled the offending instrument to warm it and tried again.

"Better?" she asked. Tom nodded. Holding the disk to his balls and with the stethoscope buds in her ears, she tilted her head and cocked her eyes skyward in a parody of intense focus.

"Sounds like something is gurgling up some pressure" she opined. "We better release it before it does any damage."

Next, Shannon moved her attention to Tom's swollen organ. She held it with thumb and finger, gently examining the size and texture.

"This muscle seems cramped. A robust massage should relieve the tension."

Her hands moved up to flick Tom's nipples. She suckled them and got a stiffened reaction and an unstifled moan. "Okay, then... those seem normal" she stated.

Her hands cradled Tom's cheeks as she leaned in close to his face. Her own stiffened nipples rubbed Tom's chest. Her tender lips smooched his. Her tongue peeked out to sweep his gums. 

"I think you're running a fever." 

She trailed her lips across his cheek to near his ear. She whispered her question.

"The doctor said he wants a sperm sample. I could also work in some therapy to relieve that pesky pressure and tension at the same time. Are you ready? May this nurse provide your therapy and calm your fever?"

"Yes, Nurse, please heal me..." begged her heated patient.

Shannon placed a pillow under Tom's head so he could monitor the course of treatment. She trailed her lips down Tom's neck, tasted again his nipples, tongue probed his navel and ended with a kiss on his engorged cock knob. Keeping her lips on the tip and poking her tongue at the slit, she reached back and swept down her panties. The nurse cap was discarded and she released the hair bun. Her strawberry curls fell around her head and covered Tom's groin. She pivoted onto the bed between his legs and filled her mouth with feverish penile muscle. 




Mutual Benefits



Tom watched the cure for his ailment unfold. Her tongue and mouth suction supplied the promised massage. Her hand cradled his percolating balls. All the while, she watched his face, looking for signals to move to the next step in the procedure. Tom's eyes started to glaze and he glanced away. Shannon slowed her suction and gently let his erection down against his abdomen.

Tom gave a whimpered protest. "Nooo, noo... I'm not cured yet..."

Shannon tut - tutted a soothing response. "I know, I know... I need to capture that sample now..."

She crawled up his torso, backtracking through the navel probe and nipple smooches. She straddled his hips. Her breasts pressed his chest for stability as she placed his erection against her cunt lips. Her mouth captured his, receiving his probing tongue between her facial lips as she smoothly received his probing cock between her nether lips.

Their motions were heavenly. Warm enflamed tissues enjoyed the sweet flow of the good vibrations. Nurse and patient kissed intermittently, never interrupting the blissful massage.

Tom was becoming more ardent. He levered up, hugging his good nurse and getting her to vary the strokes as she jogged in his lap: regular rhythms, rapid short jitters, long slow smooth ones. He stopped her short when he thought he was getting too close to his peak. Shannon willingly obliged his requests. She rested in his arms until he bade her to continue, meanwhile kissing his cheeks and ears, rolling her conical breasts against his chest, tickling his face with her fragrant hair. She kept him on low simmer until he was ready to rev up again.

This nurse knew the way to cure the human male's greatest weakness: sexual tension. And Tom could not resist her restorative charms. At the zenith of his next rise, he let go and jetted out the requisite sample of manly essence. Shannon collected it deep in her womb. She worked her kegels to extend the sensations for both.

Tom fell back on his pillow, still clutching his nurse. After some post - coital cuddles, Shannon eased off his ebbing cock.

"Wait here" she whispered. "I will deliver the sample to the lab and be right back." Tom played along, swearing not to run away. Shannon preened in the bathroom and returned to lay naked by her convalescing patient's side. They slept deeply, weary and satisfied.

Before morning, Tom rolled atop the sleepy Shannon and fucked her once more missionary style. He did all the work this time, setting the pace and drawing down the last of the pressure in his balls.

Tom decided two things right there and then as he rested inside of and on top of Shannon's soft, sweaty body. One, he enjoyed being the patient sometimes. And two, Tom was certainly right: Shannon was the best.

He lamented the rule about playing favorites. He hoped she was still here almost a year from now after he had finished fucking all of her housemates. He was already feeling feverish and looked forward to another course of her healing arts.

Chapter 07 Olga

*** Coming To America

The first class flight from Europe and the town car ride from the airport made Olga feel like a princess. She thought about that statement. There were real princesses in Europe and Asia. Americans did not follow the royal traditions. Inherited titles didn't matter; money was the sovereign. With money came power and privilege. She had come to America to absorb the bounty of that mantra.

Olga was on cloud nine. The unsolicited invitation and her application to an anonymous Scholarship Program had led to interviews and tests: intellectual, medical and psychological. She had easily passed the first two, achieving exemplary scores. The emotional appraisals were increasing bizarre for a scholarship competition. The early questions covered moral choices and her reactions: treatment of children and pets, petty pilferage, theft, public policies. How would she alter the circumstances? Did she embrace or avoid changes?

The ultimate questions were more personal and made her uncomfortable. She was asked her sexual preferences and stimulus: how intense and how often did she have orgasms during one session? Did her nipples respond well to stimulation? Was her clitoris exposed or shrouded? Oral sex: did she prefer giving or receiving? Both? With men? With women? Would she be sexually aroused by public exposure? Public sex?

Olga endured the intimate enquiries. Her final meeting was with the Scholarship Program Director. The mature lady's soothing voice was hypnotic. She was told the nature of the program, a mutually beneficial arrangement which traded full financial support towards a college education in exchange for a poly - monogamous indenture during her college years. The confident lady assured Olga of her safety and happiness. Why waste her passions on casual flings when she could exploit her joie de vie for a few years and change the rest of her life? 

Olga thought all night about the offer and in the morning she signed the papers. She loved the professional fashion shoot with its expensive costumes and sporty outfits. She was told it was a prospectus of sorts, presenting her credentials to the various scholarship committees. She was less enthused by the nude portraits. Olga was embarrassed to be intimately photographed by strangers. She sat, literally, for her nude portfolio. The cameraman was polite. His assistant was gentle as she placed Olga in lewd exposures. Then, a week of waiting until she was whisked off to her new college home in America.

The town car entered a small walled compound. The automatic rear door hissed open. Olga alighted the limousine. A dark haired topless girl in lime green bikini bottoms stood at the house's front door. She waved Olga over and extended her hand in a smile filled greeting.

"Hi, there. I'm Tatiana, the senior intern. You must be Olga, our new freshman intern. You are even prettier than your pictures."

Olga blushed at the thought of her naked portfolio being examined by anonymous committees. Tatiana chose not to notice.

"Let's get you inside. The other interns are dying to meet you." 

She took Olga's hand to lead her inside the house when Olga balked, turning towards the town car.

"What about my luggage?"

"Don't worry. It goes into storage. Everything you need is waiting in your room. Closets full of fabulous clothes and a bathroom full of cosmetics and toiletries. Come on. You'll see."

Tatiana was more forceful about towing Olga inside. Two other topless interns ran to greet her, waving joyous welcomes.

"Hi, Olga. Welcome to America and your new home. I'm Shannon. This is Violet. We are really excited to meet you in the flesh. Your application packet included great pictures. But you're even prettier than they showed."

Violet gripped her hand and pulled her running towards the stairs. "Come on, let's look at your room and get you changed into something suitable. Ben, our resident patron sponsor, will want to meet you too."

They hustled Olga upstairs to the bedroom suite that she would occupy for her four college years. As promised the closets and bath were well stocked. The girls chattered about household chores and the amenities available. A gym, a pool and group or private study areas. 

They briefly giggled out a description of the master suite, assuring Olga that Ben was eager to give her a personal tour of it when her first roster slot came up. Olga giggled back, acknowledging her role in the roster and said she understood the nature of the mutually beneficial exchange.

With the preliminaries concluded, the interns helped Olga find suitable clothes for the rest of the day. They chose white spandex boy shorts and a stretchy tank tee that displayed Olga's pokies. It was more than what the others were wearing but it was her first day. Olga was permitted some time to ease into the household dress codes.

*** Gymnastics and Traditions

Olga was closing out her first week in residence. The college coursework was gearing up and she was getting into the rhythm of housework and homework. Tatiana had given her kitchen and great room cleaning duties and, of course, she was responsible for the care of her personal bedroom suite. A few days earlier, Tatiana had reviewed her progress of integration into the house routines. Olga brought up the nighttime cries and moans emanating from the neighboring master suite. What about Ben? When was she going to spend some quality time with him to get acquainted? Tatiana was vague in reply, saying Ben would decide that. 

Ben was courteous but aloof towards Olga when they passed occasionally in the hallways. She was curious and ready. Was he attracted to her? She asked again when Tatiana was going to get her together with Ben. 

Tatiana said she was giving Olga time to acclimate before entering her into the rotating roster. Ben often spent a whole day with a new intern, playing in the pool, getting acquainted and at ease with each other, maybe even a private candlelit dinner before their first fuck. Tatiana told her to be patient.

It was Saturday and after some cleaning of the kitchen and great room, Olga was free for the rest of the morning. After tidying her suite, the gym beckoned and she jogged on a treadmill in spandex shorts and a sports bra. Ben strolled by as she was finishing her run and he took a moment to watch his freshman intern from behind. Her butt bounced to the beat of her ponytail swinging in time. The mirrors in front of her reflected her trapped tits fighting to break free of her struggling sports bra. Olga saw Ben watching her and half smiled, hoping he liked the view. She kept the thought - provoking show going for a little longer before slowing to her cool - down pace. Maybe today was the day, she thought. Maybe he would spend the day with her and make tonight the night.

Ben did like the view and decided to hangout. The blonde was obviously flirting; Olga was familiar with the terms of their mutually beneficial deal. Tatiana told Ben she was allowing Olga time to get used to her new surroundings. But it had been a week and Ben was getting restless for his induction of the new intern. What was Tatiana waiting for? 

Ben jumped rope poorly, played with some light weights and puttered around, any excuse to stay and watch Olga's exercises. Olga moved to the stepper; Ben relocated his made - up exercises to get a profile view. The bra bounce was less unruly but her leg muscles pumped and her toned butt rolled under the revealing spandex shorts. Olga was aware of his stealthy gawk. She dismounted the stepper to get the most from the moment. Olga plumped her breasts and adjusted her sports bra lower. The exer - cycle faced Ben's direction and she leaned deep into the handlebars as she pedaled. Her large suspended cleavage swung trapped beneath her chest. Ben stopped the stealthy ruse and simply ogled Olga's tempting tits. Olga smirked and cycled faster, increasing her mammary oscillations. Ben grabbed his towel and stalked from the gym. Olga was disheartened by his reaction as she finished her aerobics. Was Ben attracted to her or not? A little stretching and she left as well.

Ben escaped to the master suite to think. His cock throbbed with neediness and his frustration churned his hormones. He was disinclined to interfere with Tatiana's schedule decisions. He enjoyed the delightful rush each evening when his random bedmate was revealed. He was always pleased with Tatiana's selection. 

But for the last two nights, he had stifled his mild dissatisfaction when Olga was not the choice. Each time, Ben had salvaged his distress with abnormally rough sex. This waiting was not a healthy situation for him or the interns. He needed to fuck Olga, and soon, regardless of his pledged deference to Tatiana's roster schedule. 

Ben heard the shower start next door in Olga's suite. The thought of her naked wet body under the stream was too much. He shrugged off his clothes and strode purposefully into Olga's room. None of the resident doors had locks and there were no rooms off - limits to Ben. The bath door was ajar and he entered Olga's luxurious private bathroom. He could see Olga standing in the warm spray, soaping up in the steamy opaque bath enclosure. Ben slid the glass back and stepped in. The startled Olga threw her arms across boobs and belly. She went wide eyed and cowered against the back of the stall. Ben hesitated a moment to tone down his heated behavior before closing in on his drenched bashful intern.

Ben understood her awkwardness and kept his movements unhurried. He recalled her coy application photos and was now faced with the fully revealed tie - breaking detail: she had great tits. He gently moved her hands aside to reveal her chest and groin. In fact, the photos had been unkind: Olga's tits looked even better in real life. The mirrored bath stall gave Ben a good all round panorama of the freshman scholarship intern.

She calmed her breath and stood more relaxed as Ben's smiling gaze conferred his admiration. She looked at Ben's fully erect cock. The purple knob was large and throbbing with energy. Olga was not a virgin. She had flirted and frolicked a few times with her boyfriends. But none of them flaunted the size displayed before her. Her worries spilled out.

"Tatiana said a day... some chat - up... private dinner... gentle foreplay... time to..." Her voice trailed off.

Ben tilted her chin up, buzzed her soft wet lips and murmured soothingly. "Olga, it's okay... you'll see... everything will be alright..."

Ben found the bottle of fragrant body wash and wiped the gel on Olga's arms, her back, her legs and ass, working it to a lather with a scrubby. She leaned back and held the hand rails. He washed her hair, posing her head to drape the wet strands behind her. During the shampoo, Ben watched her high shelved breasts jostle on her chest as she stabilized during his handling of her platinum mane. Finished with her hair, Ben pulled her in and hugged her from behind, his hands molding her chest orbs. His slippery palms plied the wet skin, her nipples getting lots of attention. He played on her pubis, pleased to find that Olga still trimmed rather than shaved her blonde bush. 

Satisfied with the wash cycle, he moved to rinse. The hand held nozzle worked its way from head to toe. Her hair hung in wet white ropes. Her skin glistened. 

He turned her to face him and knelt. The sprayer drummed on her clitoris as he thoroughly cleansed her pussy. He pulled back the folds with his thumbs. The pink interior beckoned.

Olga gave a start when his rough textured tongue swept first the left side, then the right. This was a new experience for her; prior probes to her pussy had been exclusively fleet fingers and thick cocks. Ben's licks darted everywhere; his lips kissed and suckled the sensitive little button. She closed her eyes and whimpered her pleasure. Ben tasted her desire.

Olga held tighter to the hand bars and felt her groin spawn the familiar tingle. She exploded, crying to the ceiling. She didn't see unceasing Ben's lips curl into a malicious smirk against her pussy.

Ben was beside himself now with desire for the randy little temptress. All week Olga had teased him with chance encounters, stoking his erotic fire with her wily dalliances. And then this morning's gym spectacle. His cock was bursting to probe her.

He rose and turned her away, bending her forward. Ben tapped her inner ankles and she tamely spread wider. He poised his cock and pushed. She was slippery inside and out. He shuttled his erection smoothly, holding her soaked hips. She grasped the shower bars to steady her stance against his buffeting motions. She had just orgasmed on his face but was already building towards a repeat on his cock.

Ben felt his arousal growing quickly but doggy style shower sex wasn't the way he envisioned his first ejaculation into the freshman. They both deserved better. He salvaged his control and pulled out. Olga was perplexed. Ben had not cum yet and she was in the middle of another good one. She waited, expecting him to reinsert and resume his strokes.

But Ben stood her up and turned her wet body to his. He hugged her tight, crushing her boobs between them. He kissed her wet lips and his hands lifted her ass. She wrapped her thighs around his waist and Ben stepped from the shower. He duck - walked them out to the bed, his bouncing erection pattering her ass from below. He held the hug as he tumbled them both on the mattress. They squiggled around into a classic missionary position; Olga eagerly spreading her thighs and encircling Ben's ass with her ankles. Ben held the pose on braced arms as their faces canoodled affection.

Olga's feelings were primed for more fucking. She took the initiative and handled Ben's prick into its proper place. She rolled her hips to rub her cunt on the knob. Ben followed her cue and pressed in all the way before setting a moderate pace. Ben's cock thumping and Olga's hips rolling rebuilt the sensations interrupted by their play - space relocation. At first Ben braced up and watched her tits dance with the rhythm of his thrusts. But their wet skin cooled and drew them together for warmth. The pace of thrusting never faltered.

Olga became vocal. "Ben? ... yes... oh, Yes... BEN!... yes... YES... YEESS!!"

They came together. Ben growled into her neck as his semen crashed into her vagina. Olga simply stiffened her body and stifled her whimpers. She was too overwhelmed to do other than squeeze her man and hold her breath against anymore words. They fell to earth together, gasping. Finally, Ben moved lower, extracting his shrinking prick, laying his cheek between Olga's soft wet mounds. She fingered his earlobe and rubbed his neck hairs in glowing contentment.

In time, Ben lifted his face from her cleavage. He pushed the intercom button at her bedside and made a full house announcement.

"Olga will be joining me in the master suite for the rest of today and tonight. Adjust the roster schedule accordingly." 

A newly revitalized Ben levered to his feet and helped Olga off the bed. They tottered, naked, hand in hand, to his neighboring suite and would only emerge long after tomorrow's dawn, physically and emotionally exhausted and still wanting more.

Tatiana heard Ben's intercom announcement and sighed her disappointment. Ben had been weaker than she thought. She had been too aggressive in her wager, picking sometime Sunday for the inevitable event. Violet had been less sure of Ben's resolve and thought he couldn't battle his masculine compulsions through Friday before surrendering to his sexual angst. Shannon held out her palms as the other interns handed over her winnings.

Shannon had deduced that Ben's resistance would crumble Saturday, probably before noon. Two nights before, she had been on the receiving end of Ben's mounting vexation. He had pressed her face tight to his groin hauling on two handfuls of hair while he dwelled deep in her throat longer than comfortable. A moaned 'Olga...' accompanied his potent ejaculation. Ben proved her wager right when he fucked the new intern today despite his vow to wait on Tatiana's schedule. 

The giddy upper class interns quipped about the hopelessness of any tantalized male eschewing fresh pussy for more than a week. Following tradition, they had played their practical joke on the unsuspecting Ben. Tatiana had purposefully withheld bedtime appointments for the innocent Olga. Olga was excused from the topless house rules during her orientation week as long as she wore a flirty cover. The other interns conspired to ensure Ben chanced upon the nubile Olga often during the first few days. Each day, Olga's outfits became skimpier and more see - through until few details were hidden from Ben's hungering eyes. The wagers were a sideshow to the real entertainment of watching Ben's carnal control wobble and collapse.