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Total Woman Academy 03

By: bhuff



Ned opened the car door and Brooke alighted in the driveway of a standard structural design Academy facility. He escorted her through the entrance into the hallway. Mrs. Frank approached them. "Brooke, my dear, you look so lovely and so grown up since we last saw you two years ago. Our teaching suits you. Your ride to the event will arrive at 6 PM. You will be returned tomorrow by noon. You can use your old room to prepare yourself. Just ask any student for help if you need anything." 

Mrs. Frank watched Brooke walk off to get ready and said "Brooke looks just like her mother did when we were classmates here. Her mother has prospered and wants those same opportunities for Brooke. " 

Mrs. Frank was a Total Woman Academy alumnus and housemother of the freshman facility. She was tasked with initiating newly enrolled candidates into the Academy. The freshman year was all about basics and firsts. The intellectual education began with the usual college core courses in basic math and science delivered online. The beauty system introduced the improved diet and exercise programs. Poise initiated the freshmen to sensual anatomy. Students mapped the human nervous system, paying special attention to exterior sensory locations, erogenous zones and massage points. In addition to the obvious sensory points around nipples and groin, lessons included lesser recognized areas of the body. 

The Academy was often a candidate's first sojourn away from home. Freshmen accommodations were four to a room with one common shower area, their first in group living. Classes were small groups by subject. Cross tutoring was encouraged for all three Academy goals. To promote a desire to succeed, the Academy had adopted a dress code for freshmen. The maximum uniform allowed inside the house and adjacent grounds was a bikini brief or thong and appropriate shoes. Students constantly on display encouraged them to get in shape and provided live examples to follow in their beauty and poise studies. They were motivated to achieve excellence with team esprit and fair competition. Secrets were nearly impossible with constant nakedness.

Ned learned that he had a transport assignment for a freshman being promoted to sophomore. The promotee would be ready to leave at noon and Ned was welcome to wander the house and grounds until then. Ned always enjoyed these informal inspection tours.

Downstairs, Ned watched a group yoga session. He recalled the vignette about a school test requesting three advantages of breast feeding. Response: Breast milk gave the baby nutrients for growth, antibodies for defense and was packaged in a delightful array of sizes, shapes and colors. As Ned watched the students move through the yoga poses, he decided that the female body position added variety to the perceived sizes and shapes. Lying prone, the breasts were torus shaped. Standing, they assumed various fruit shapes and bent over, became elongated cones. He wandered by the rear sliding doors and glanced out at the familiar sight of topless sunbathers. He entered the dining room where the group meals were served. The evening meals were formal affairs and required the students to wear high heels. Ned lamented his early departure. Topless diners jiggled appealingly wobbling in the unfamiliar shoes. Ned loved watching it.

Upstairs, students were studying and lounging much like the other facility houses. Each one stopped what they were doing, stood to face him and greeted Ned politely. The Academy taught that courtesy was a welcome trait in any situation. This situation of repetitive frontal nudity on display was starting to work on Ned. Luckily, it was almost noon and he could leave with his transportee for the overnight stay.

Ned waited in the front entranceway as Mrs. Frank escorted his transportee to him. She conducted the introductions and gave the final instructions. "Ned, this is Caterina. She has completed her freshman curriculum in our three goal areas and is being recommended to become a sophomore. Caterina, this is Ned. Ned will be driving you to the sophomore facility while assessing your progress to date. The journey normally lasts two days. If the results of his evaluation assessment are satisfactory, he will deliver you there. If not, you will be returned here for reconfirmation of your commitment to be a Total Woman Academy graduate. I trust you understand this and will do everything needed to pass." Caterina nodded and thanked Mrs. Frank for everything the Academy had done to prepare her for Ned's evaluation assessment. Caterina turned to Ned who guided her out the door and into the car.

During the drive, Ned went through his standard technical questions and Caterina was eager to show her intelligence. Ned could see she had aced the beauty regimen. Though wearing clothes was required for the journey, Caterina had chosen minimal silky running shorts, sneakers and a slender tube top which molded her breasts into large round masses high on her chest. The shorts stretched across a broader butt than Ned preferred and hugged her cunt into a cameltoe. Caterina's toned arms and legs and her taut midriff were bare. She had classic Hispanic coloring with brown eyes. Her straight hair fell low on her back in a ponytail. Ned would perform the poise portion of the assessment this evening at the hotel and take that opportunity to further evaluate her beauty.

Ned and Caterina would stay at an uptrend chain hotel an hour from the sophomore facility. The hotel company CEO was a pledge contributor and his wife an Academy graduate. The hotel always provided Ned a large suite with additional furnishings. The local management was unaware of the CEO's links to Ned but understood from conversations with headquarters that Ned was a special quest and they employed special care for his comfort and privacy. 

Ned showed Caterina the layout of the suite. "Caterina, while we are inside this suite, please follow the freshman facility dress code until completion of your evaluation assessment tomorrow morning." Caterina popped off her top and shorts. Her thong was bright teal blue and still showed the cameltoe. Ned's attention was drawn elsewhere. Caterina's unconstrained breasts were a combination of globular bases topped by broad cones, referred to as nosecone boobs. They were firm and rode high on her chest, youthfully defying the eventual effects of gravity and age. 

Ned was ready to get started with the testing. "Caterina, help me undress." She worked his buttons and zippers, hung and folded his clothes into the closet and returned to the center of the suite. 

Ned sat naked on a stool blindfolded in front of a tripod mounted video camera. Caterina was very familiar with this freshman level game. She removed her shoes and stalked close to Ned. She silently reached out towards Ned but he pointed at her. Sighing, she retreated, circled around and approached Ned from a different direction. She reached out again and was successful this time in touching her finger to Ned's earlobe before he sensed her proximate location. The score stood at 1:1. The game continued for an hour, Caterina touching all the sensitive body nerve points she had learned in sensory anatomy classes. Ned could have simply closed his eyes during the exercise but the blindfold and camera gave Caterina the assurance that he was playing fair. Her score surpassed the required 75% during which she succeeded in identifying all the exterior points. In the coming sophomore year, she would learn to find and use her portal and interior vaginal nerves and muscles.

Ned set up a massage table and laid face down. The table was a premium model with scissoring limb extensions so that Ned could lay with legs and arms spread. Caterina would have access to all of Ned's body including his inside thighs. After his long drive, Ned gratefully received Caterina's thorough back, arm and leg muscle massage. Ned rolled over and Caterina continued the muscle massage on his front. She paused when that was completed. Ned looked at her and nodded. She began the sensuous phase with a scalp massage. She continued down Ned's body, using her knowledge of sensory anatomy to arouse him. Sometimes she moved around the table, other times she leaned across and brushed her nipples against his skin. Caterina could see by his erection that she was succeeding in this test as well. Bypassing the groin, she stimulated the remaining points ending at his feet. She returned to his center. 

With her hands well lubricated, she caressed Ned's organ. Long slow strokes intermixed with short stuttered ones to add a little variance to his excitement. Ned breathed deeply but lay placidly and then erupted with gasps and closed eyes. She held his cock until it deflated then used a moist towel to clean him. She hoped that she had passed this test also.

The night was filled with mutual exploration during which they caressed each other into several orgasms. In one, Caterina lay on her back and helped Ned rub his cock through her compressed cleavage. Another time, Ned kissed and licked her nipples as she squirmed and moaned into multiple orgasms. Mild tickling was the wakeup call from intermittent slumbers to begin again. 

Caterina was majoring in finance so at dawn Ned and Caterina were propped up in bed with pillows watching a TV stock channel. Ned probed Caterina's knowledge of financial current events with questions about the topics being discussed on the TV. Caterina's head rested high on Ned's upper left arm as his hand reached around to manipulate her plump left tit. Her hair fanned across his arm. He would occasionally reach for the right one to cop a feel there also. Caterina's right hand was cupped under Ned's softened semi-erection and she used her thumb pad to stroke under the cock's crown. Her left hand was massaging her own clit. Lotion was close at hand for relubrication if needed. 

A redheaded money-honey showing lots of cleavage appeared on screen. Caterina felt Ned's cock twitch. She supposed Ned was a "breast-man" and knew this fetish was to her advantage. In opposition was her butt. It was still a bit fleshy. This year she would ask the exercise trainers to help her get it toned and tight. 

Another cleavage showing money-honey appeared onscreen and Ned twitched again. With a Mona Lisa smile, Caterina increased her attention to his cock to match his renewed vigor. Another money-honey appeared and Ned grew very hard. Caterina's hand increased the tempo on Ned's cock as her other hand moved in the same tempo on her clit. Within minutes, Ned's full hand grip on her boob tightened. Caterina knew what was coming. She worked her hands quicker. They peaked and came simultaneously. 

Caterina got up and prepared Ned's bath. She would clean Ned thoroughly after their all night multiples. Ned lowered himself into the warm bathwater and lay back beneath the floral scented bubbles. Caterina knelt beside the tub and leaned in as she washed him. Her long hair was back in a ponytail. Her breasts dangled teasingly below her chest. When she moved to sweep Ned's body with water and bubbles, her nipples dragged in the suds. Ned gazed at them fondly and reached over to hold and squeeze the proffered globes. 

Caterina's hand obediently moved to his cock. She paused and looked Ned in the face. "Before enrolling in the Academy, I had a boyfriend. This past year I have had orgasms but only through external manipulations. I like the feel of a cock ejaculating deep in my cunt. Would you fuck me before we leave the hotel? Please!" 

Caterina's face showed a mixture of hope and dread as she waited Ned's answer. Ned kept his face nondescript while he considered the ramifications. The sophomore facility was only an hour's drive and hotel checkout time was noon. There was enough time. Ned didn't bother to evaluate vaginal sex with freshmen. That was a skill learned by sophomores but apparently Caterina had gained experience before enrolling. She had passed all Ned's freshman level assessment tests and he would soon deliver her to the sophomore facility. Technically she was a sophomore. And he had missed two of her freshman assessment steps and could use this last opportunity to perform them. 

Ned said "Okay, but...." Caterina let out a yip and didn't wait for the rest of the answer. She vaulted over the tubside landing with her feet stride Ned's legs near his feet. She sat with a small splash on his ankles and began to scrunch her butt up his legs to his groin. Initially startled, Ned recovered and put up his palms to signal STOP. Misinterpreting this move, Caterina leaned in and mashed her boobs into his palms. Ned's hands closed in reflex and squeezed the masses. 

Ned said "Slowdown, we have two more tests to perform. After that we will see if you have earned the prize of my cock and ejaculate." Caterina pouted a little but remained attentive for Ned's instructions. Ned's hands released her boobs.

Ned explained "First, we will test your ability to become aroused by nipple play. Balance your hands on my shoulders and brush your nipples around my chest." Caterina placed her hands as directed, leaned over and brushed his chest. She moved in large and small circles, back and forth, side to side and little twitches of her nipples against his nipples. Caterina made a low purring sound and her breathing quickened. The bath was deep enough to cover their hips and navels. Caterina's swaying butt stirred the water. Ned reached between Caterina's legs and felt her cunt lips. They were oily. She was juicing nicely, producing more than the stirring water could remove. Mission accomplished.

Ned removed his hand and said "Now use your cunt lips to stroke the length of my cock. Get it hard and slippery but do not touch it with your hands. I will position it for insertion if I think you passed the test."

Caterina lowered her cunt lips to his cock. She roofed the length of it again and again. She slowly drew down his length, pausing where her clitoris bumped his knob, reversed a tad then continued down. She reversed direction and stuttered again at the base of the knob. Ned felt her oily warmth and his cock hardened to its full extent. Caterina had passed her final test and Ned's assessment of her abilities was complete. 

Ned would now fulfill Caterina's entreaty. Ned reached between them and pressed his palm on Caterina's groin. As Caterina rose, Ned used his hand to position his erection upright under her cunt. Caterina moaned as she dropped down the vertical probe and buried it completely.

Ned locked eyes with Caterina as she moved up and down in long strokes. She leaned in and gave Ned a passionate kiss. Caterina drove steadily towards her reward. Before long Ned felt the end approaching. The prickly tingling started in his toes, spread up the nerves in his legs and crashed into his groin. His breathing shortened and gusted. He leaned his head back and growled low as the initial pulse jetted up and out of his cock. His eyes screwed shut. Caterina saw Ned tilt back his head, heard his pre-orgasmic sounds and prepared herself for the impending fulfillment of her labors. 

Caterina halted at full depth and clenched hard with her velvety tube. That should make Ned's ejaculate spring harder inside her. She trusted her squeeze would enhance Ned's climax and maximize his satisfaction with her as well. It would be her Thank You gift to him. As his male essence discharged into her female receptacle, she felt his pelvis strain upward as his back arched. She clamped her cunt tighter and held on. Her core sensed the pulse and she joined him in a gut wrenching orgasm. 

Falling forward she hugged Ned's neck. Her breasts were crushed against his chest. Hazy consciousness slowly returned. Caterina whispered "That...was...so...wonderful. Thank...you." She kissed his earlobe then his lips. She unsheathed Ned's shrinking flesh and returned to kneeling beside the tub. She rewashed him where needed and toweled Ned dry. They dressed and packed for the remaining journey.

Total Woman Academy 04



The ambiance in the senior facility was different than the others. Seniors continually tweaked their looks and performances to discover their highest potential. Approaching graduation, seniors were allowed to fine tune their poise through limited short soirées off campus with elite pledge contributors. Brooke's soiree had been ahead of schedule due to her mother's influence. Upon graduating, Total Women alumni were beyond Academy control and free to seek their individual paths to prosperity and success. Until then, the students were communally competitive about their grades and test scores.

Ned turned his attention to the housemother for a detailed explanation of the current dilemma. Mrs. Smith told Ned that Destiny needed a retest of her vaginal clamping. Despite practice and success using bio-feedback vaginal probes, Destiny had only earned a score of "good" from her live evaluator. A room was available onsite for Ned to repeat Destiny's live test at his earliest convenience. Ned asked that the room be furnished only with a wide low padded massage table rather than a bed.

Ned found his room and saw the waiting low table. He undressed, lay back, closed his eyes and reminisced on Brooke's tale. He heard the door open and turned his head. Destiny entered and as she closed the door Ned saw Destiny's friends peeking from the hallway as they blew her kisses and whispered "good luck". Destiny was truly Euro-Chinese with crisp blue almond shaped eyes and long black hair. Her bangs hung over her eyebrows. The rest hung past her navel. The silky cascades obscured her firm pert breasts but each nipple nub peeked through small gaps in the curtain of hair. Destiny noticed Ned's semi-arousal and approached him. Ned reached out and took her hand and drew her close. With Destiny in strappy high heels, the tabletop was at her navel level. Ned knew her height was immaterial since she would spend most of the test on the table mounted upright on his rock hard cock.

Ned started the test with introductions and instructions. "Destiny, you are a lovely young woman and I am pleased to meet you and be your re-tester. I promise to give you an honest evaluation. Let's begin by you getting my cock as hard as you think it needs to be, and then you can remove your heels and climb aboard. This is a vaginal test. Do not put your hands on my cock. I will give you additional direction as we go."

Destiny nodded her understanding. With her hands clasped behind her back, she leaned over and brushed her hair along Ned's groin. Her pert breasts peeked out. She kissed his cock's crown and licked his length. The fleshy tube became firm and long. Destiny glanced questioningly at Ned wondering if he was ready. Ned shrugged and motioned for her to mount-up. Destiny stooped to remove her heels and climbed onto the table straddling her thighs along Ned's pelvis. She locked eyes with Ned. Destiny rose up and reached down to grasp his tool. She halted her hand in midair when Ned frowned and she remembered "no hands". Ned reached under to finger her vaginal lips, assured himself that she was fully lubricated and used his own hand to hold himself erect. Destiny positioned her vagina lips on the crown and pushed down. An inch entered. She stroked up and pushed again. A second inch went in. She rested her hands on her thighs and cycled until half of Ned's length was inside her cunt and his tip bumped her cervix. On the next effort, Ned felt his crown pop through her cervix and into her womb. The shaft of Ned's tool was fully embedded and it was being tightly gripped by the vaginal pressure holding it. 

Ned told Destiny that she should wait until after full insertion before applying vaginal clamping. Destiny replied that she hadn't started clamping yet but would start now. Her face screwed up in concentration and Ned felt tiny, almost imperceptible, ripples along his shaft. Destiny's abdominal muscles undulated and sweat broke out on her face. Ned perceived no pressure variance on his cock.

Ned had found the problem. Like himself, the previous tester was a Western male. The problem would solve itself when Destiny went home and experienced Eastern anatomy proportional to hers. Destiny had demonstrated to Ned her commitment to excellence when his crown passed through her cervix. In his own mind, Ned knew the test was finished. But Ned was not finished. Aroused by Brooke's story and now this session with Destiny, Ned desired release. Destiny would provide the mode and receptacle for his release. He would allow Destiny to continue her efforts thinking she was still being tested.

Ned touched Destiny's knees and she stopped and opened her eyes. He motioned with a flat palm upward and Destiny drew his crown out of her womb and left the shaft half embedded in her vagina. Scratching the insides of her legs, Ned signaled the tempo for a half-length up and down motion. As his ardor rose, he gave her knees a few gentle push pull signals. Destiny arrested the vertical strokes and moved her buttocks slowly backward as his length emerged from her vagina. She felt his crown drag along the length of her cunt wall, sweeping her G spot and sliding towards her entry lips. Stopping just at the verge of where the head could fall out of her, she raised her hips slightly and pushed forward to reseat his cock. This cycling continued for countless repetitions until Ned felt the approaching finale. The familiar prickly tingling started in his toes, spread up the nerves in his legs and crashed into his groin. His breathing shortened and gusted. He leaned his head back and growled low as the initial pulse jetted up and out of his cock. His eyes screwed shut. He saw stars and polygons of color under his eyelids as the following three bursts erupted into Destiny's tightness.

Destiny saw the movement as Ned tilted back his head, heard his pre-orgasmic sounds and prepared herself for the imminent finale of her re-test. She tensed. Ned's ejaculate discharged into her organic receptacle as she felt his pelvis strain upward and his back arched. She clamped her cunt and held on. Destiny screamed with pleasure as she joined his ecstasy with her own surge into the orgasm that washed across her.

Their heat ebbed and hazy consciousness returned. Destiny opened her eyes to see Ned watching her face. "Congratulations, you have earned a rating of excellent. Please dismount and clean me. There are warm moist towels in the cabinet under the table." When she was finished with that task, he explained his theory about the hemisphere specific sexual anatomy. He assured her that as an Academy alumnus, she would prosper in Hong Kong's business and social community. Destiny donned her heels, leaned over and planted a lingering kiss on Ned's lips to thank him for his help. 

Destiny opened the door, took a last admiring look at Ned and slipped into the hallway. Ned again glimpsed students outside the door. They had heard Destiny's orgasmic scream and had been drawn by their concern for her. Ned heard the unintelligible murmur of conversation with louder "yeahs" and "congratulations". 

Ned lay back and closed his eyes. He had driven all night and then worked this test all morning. He was exhausted. He always performed the evaluation testing away from a facility in order to preserve privacy and avoid distractions and interruptions. A line had been crossed when he had performed the testing here. Technically, Destiny was a graduate and beyond the Academy's control but it was still Academy property. He would have to think over its implications but after he got some needed rest. Ned fell into a deep sound sleep.



Total Woman Academy 05 Redux



Ned awoke from his deep sleep feeling refreshed and ready to face another day of duty at the Total Woman Academy senior facility. Yesterday, he had solved Destiny's dilemma but along with the previous days of facilitating Brooke maximum impact at the fund raiser, he was worn out. He wandered the grounds which were unusually alive with excitement.

There was a whirr of activity throughout the facility. The kitchen was bustling to prepare the banquet meal for this evening's annual event. The students were scooting around getting ready as well. This was a special networking event that had maximum potential to change their futures.

Tonight would be the annual Total Woman Academy Executive Assistant Fashion Show.

Each spring, the resident seniors, regardless of projected graduation date, were given this networking opportunity. Elite Pledge Contributors donated a substantial gift for the opportunity of meeting the seniors before they graduated into the larger world. It was a business dress affair with career centered fashions. Special members of the previous year's seniors were also invited back. There was a cocktail hour, the banquet dinner and an after-dinner fashion show.

Each young woman wore her best and most elegant office wear, hoping the catch the eye of the corporate moguls in attendance. This was the graduating seniors' opportunity to sparkle in a semi-public event. They were not allowed to display or tell their name. At their waists, a small placard stated her student number, her major, her GPA and her cumulative score from Poise evaluation assessments. 

Upon arrival, the pledge contributor deposited three business cards with the housemother and received a request card with three fill-in boxes. The business cards were counter-stamped with the TWA logo. During the cocktail hour and subsequent dinner, pledge contributors chatted with the students and identified the three young females he wished to receive his business card upon graduation. They could use them as entreponts to secure interviews at the highest level in his organization.

Conversation droned as the group of elite males and dynamic ladies mingled and got acquainted. Banquet Tables of Eight gave further variety so that four nattily dressed seniors were sprinkled among pledge contributors in a group setting. After dinner, the pledge contributor request cards were collected. The award envelopes would be distributed to each senior at her formal graduation in the future. The top requested students would return next year for their second opportunity as alumni.

After dinner, the crowd retired to the TWA In-house theatre. It was a special room with plush recliners arrayed before a low stage. The pledge contributors settled in for the fashion show. Some seniors attended to cocktails and hors d'oeuvres while their classmate models went behind the scenes to prepare for their roles.

Ms. Smith was the evening's MC and started with an introduction of this year's foremost request winner. Destiny was called forth. Ned sat up and took notice. He remembered how good her naked beauty looked while mounted on his cock. She was nearly as attractive now, even fully dressed. Her hair, makeup and glamorous business suit exuded powerful attraction. Her placard listed her Electrical Engineering honors student status and a GPA of 3.9. Her poise score was an unusual 10, reflecting all "excellents". 

Ms. Smith handed Destiny an envelope and addressed the audience. 

"Destiny graduates tomorrow so it seemed appropriate to give her the Academy's graduation gift this evening." 

She addressed the graduating award winner. 

"Destiny, the pledge contributors were invited to provide three business cards to the young ladies they hoped to interview in the future for openings at their corporations. This year, you received the highest number of business card requests. This envelope contains those eight business cards counter-stamped with the Academy logo. Five cards are from executives at international electronics firms. You can use any or all of them like letters of introduction to highest level connections in the worldwide business community. Few other educational institutions can offer this kind of launch to a graduate's career. Good Luck."

Destiny thanked Ms. Smith and the audience. She pranced off the stage with a big smile as she clutched the envelope to her chest. This was the prize Destiny had earned for her senior year efforts at becoming the best Total Woman she could be. Her dream of a prosperous life was another step closer.

Next on the evening's agenda was the Executive Assistant Fashion Show. The stage was pre-set with a typical office layout: the boss's large wooden power desk, a high backed leather executive chair, a side couch with guest chairs, carpet, lamps and bookcase. Ms. Smith stood on the red Oriental carpet at center stage and began the show with an introduction.

"This year's show will feature our Executive Assistant Easy Access Collection. All the outfits have been designed by the students and certified lust satisfying by our coach tutors. All of these and more are for sale in our catalog. However, as a special promotion, if you purchase the apparel showcased by one of our student models, she will host you overnight in her dorm room where you can personally tryout the functions of the designs. All proceeds benefit the TWA Scholarship Fund. Let's begin with our first item of the evening."

An elegantly dressed senior entered from stage left. Her steps were short, inhibited by the knee length tight pencil skirt. She stood statuesque before her onlookers. She was dressed in a short-waist businesswoman's wool suit. Her broad model smile beamed beneath her brunette secretary-bun hairdo. The jacket lapels were clenched across extensive cleavage. The matching grey skirt hugged her magnificently shaped ass. Hose and heels completed the outfit.

"Evelyn is wearing our first showcase item, a standard business suit with some very useful features. The jacket provides public decorum. Please remove it, my dear." 

Evelyn unbuttoned the single front catch and shrugged the coat off her shoulders. Beneath she wore a body tight black satin bustiere. Her nipples were half exposed above the supportive cups. She placed hands on hips and assumed a model pose with bright smile. After the assembly got an eyeful, Ms. Smith reached to Evelyn's bust and yanked some snaps. The half cups fell away to fully uncover Evelyn's beautiful boobs.

"I believe you will find this look quite attractive during closed door consultations with your Executive Assistant. We expect you will seek some hurried stress relief. Let us demonstrate the next feature. Lay down on the desk, Evelyn."

Evelyn faced the desk and leaned forward, compressing her exposed tits on the cold wood surface. She gripped the desk edges for stability. Her tight skirt rounded over her magnificent ass but it pencil skirt design cramped her heels close together. Ms. Smith pointed to Evelyn's grey wool covered hips.

"You and your Executive Assistant should really love this next feature" said Ms. Smith as she stooped to rummage at the back hem and drew up a barely perceivable zipper. She stopped it at its limit: the waist band. The skirt panels slipped aside, exposing Evelyn's two firm ass cheeks above her hose. Ms. Smith smartly tapped the pseudo-secretary's inner thighs and the bent over model obediently spread her legs wider.

"As you can see, the female is now positioned for an easy rear vaginal entry. We recommend a split crotch panty for less delay. We sell those separately in our catalog. If you are not using the over-the-desk position that day, unclipping the waist catch allows her to completely remove the skirt and be suitably available for oral, nipple or pussy play."

On cue, Evelyn rose and removed the skirt. With her ever-present model style and smile, she flourished a display of the three piece costume: skirt and jacket held aloft in each hand and bustiere hugging her torso below her bare breasts.

"We will start the bidding at the suggested retail price but remember our special promotional add-on this evening of being Evelyn's guest overnight."

The bidding quickly climbed to a high value before Ms. Smith finally announced "SOLD!" Evelyn strode confidently offstage. She laid the skirt and jacket alongside her benefactor's lounger, crawled in next to him and joined him to watch the remainder of the fashion show. His arm cuddled her shoulder while he played with her easily available tit.

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Ms. Smith motioned stage right as Eve entered. The black student model was a confectioner's erotic fantasy. Her skin was chocolate brown; her lips dark chocolate and her eyes pools of expresso. The sparkly diamond earrings and matching choker necklace were outshone by the whiteness of her broad smile.

Ms. Smith asked her to toe her mark center stage.

"Eve, you do look lovely tonight. Gentleman, Eve is wearing a more casual office look. As you can see, it's pieces include a deluxe pearl button blouse and our full flouncy pleated skirt. Eve, please lie back on the desk."

Eve flipped up her skirt behind, perched her exposed butt on the far edge and gracefully descended, leaning her head over the near side of the desktop. She smiled at her audience from her inverted face. Ms. Smith lifted Eve's ankles and hooked her heels on the desktop. She flipped the loose skirt onto her belly. Eve laid her thighs wide open. Ms. Smith stood between her knees as she addressed her audience.

"We promised easy access and we have developed an appropriate piece of fashion to meet your hurried needs."

Ms. Smith gripped the lapels of the blouse and burst it wide open. There were loud pops as the buttons gave way. Dropping the flaps aside, Ms. Smith gripped the bra cups and yanked downward. They also made a sound; the tear of Velcro ripping open. Eve's boobs bounced and then settled into luscious mounds of mammary. The men saw that her milk chocolate breasts had the predictable dark chocolate caps. All over the room, taste buds salivated, longing for a nibble.

"See that, my eager gentlemen, our collection delivers Easy Access. The pearl buttons are decorative and there are easy release snaps beneath. The bra cups are detachable. Nothing has been torn or ruined."

Ms. Smith stepped aside as if to begin the bidding. Eve had other ideas; she was not finished with her demonstration. Her heels lifted gracefully airborne. She scissored her lithe mocha-toned legs slowly aloft. Her bent legs folded in, simulating a leg capture of her imaginary lover standing between them. It was a great example of how the flip up skirt cleared the way for a fervent desktop cunt pounding. It was not lost on the attentive gentlemen that their faces would inevitably be buried in her exposed cleavage.

Eve was still not finished. She found a silver dildo conveniently lying on the desk. She played the imaginary penis over and through her inverted lips, another illustration of how her current posture could entertain a boss's firm cock. After a deep cheek-hollowing suck, she pulled out the penile pretender with an audible 'pop' and resumed her sparkly smile.

A bemused Ms. Smith began the bidding and it was another spectacular sale, many times the retail price of the fashionable and functional outfit.

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The next business attire for sale was modelled by Emma. The fabric was blue-black iridescent and expensive looking. As Emma strode to center stage, the tailor-fit wrap hugged her hour glass figure and echoed every ripple of muscle and flesh of her body underneath. Only one item accented the otherwise orderly smooth contours: a narrow white front zipper from neck to mid-calf hem.

In stride, Emma flipped her full blonde waves and gave the men her big wave of stage-craft hello, creating the mischievous stir of flesh beneath the dress. Ms. Smith pointed Emma to her mark. The student model stood radiant, waiting for the show to begin. It didn't take long. 

The dress was simple to operate. Ms. Smith took hold of the front zipper and pulled it all the way down, stooping to finish the last bit at the bottom. Smiling Emma did the honors. She drew back the shoulders and held the fabric by the crook of her elbows. It opened the dress to a full frontal nude view of her body. There was not a lick of anything under the dress.

Pink and ivory were the dominant colors, stark against the rich blue of cloaking fabric. Her skin tone and feminine areas were pale pastels, harmonious to her true blonde status. Emma waggled her hips to draw attention to her display. The dress flaps cascaded a shimmer behind her form.

Ms. Smith rolled out the stage prop office chair. Emma sat sideways to the audience with her crossed heels propped on the desktop. The dress hung open and low, concealing none of her profiled features. She rose and changed position, seated astraddle backwards in the chair, modulating her hips in a classic cowgirl romp on an imaginary boss. The dress fluttered behind her back, keeping her jogging breasts fully available for suckling. Her model smile was ever present throughout the Easy Access demonstration.

Emma stood face forward with the dress still open as Ms. Smith began the auction. It ended with another astronomical figure. Emma pranced to her winning bidder and climbed into the gent's lounger.

Ms. Smith took a briefcase from underneath the desk and laid it on the surface. She popped the catches and the lid pneumatically lifted open.

"Gentlemen, although I am sure your Executive Assistants are fully capable of attending to your comfort and needs, it is only fitting that a well-mannered gentleman like yourself would reciprocate in an appropriate manner. Therefore, we have assembled the perfect accessory for your office: the Total Woman Executive Assistant Comfort and Dignity kit.

"First off, as you can see, it comes packaged in a classic looking briefcase, an item anyone would expect to find in your office."

Ms. Smith began removing articles from the attaché and described them one at a time as she arrayed them on the desk.

"The first item is a silky seat cushion pillow. It can be used as a kneepad while your Executive Assistant kneels on the floor giving you a standing or seated blowjob. Or you can place it under her butt for support and comfort when you lay her on the desk and poke her charming mouth or pussy.

"Next are cum wipes. The tissues have been designed and tested by our students for maximum absorption of your sticky stuff; they are perfect for mopping up the milky fluids which you splattered on her tits and face or which might drain from her cunt. They will also handle smudged makeup. Sperm clinging to her hair is much more difficult to remove but the tissues can help.

"Then we include an emergency makeup and hair restorer kit. It has three shades of lipstick and three shades of eye shadow. There are several types of hairpins. It is not meant as a complete solution but can offer some offsetting dignity until she recovers her makeup kit from her desk and re-preens properly in the ladies room. 

"Knowing how excited and rough you macho bosses can become, we provide a small sewing kit for repair of torn clothing. Even the breakaway snaps in our signature 'ripped bodice' blouses which were demonstrated here tonight can get damaged in your fervor.

"And if you've torn her top beyond speedy repair, the kit contains this stretchy white cotton tank-top, again meant for transitory cover up.

"Our overnight guests will find a kit conveniently waiting in their host student's dorm room. Please try it out along with your host. Each of our other pledge contributors will receive a complementary kit on departure and replacement kits and refills are sold exclusively in the Total Woman Academy catalog. We recommend you buy additional ones and keep one handy in regional offices, limousines and corporate jets for serendipitous occasions."

Ms. Smith thanked them all for coming and wished them a very 'Good Night'.

Three lucky pledge contributors had secured a guest night in the dorm. Their nearly naked debutante hostesses led them away. The remaining crowd exchanged their farewells and assured the students and each other that they would return for the final Free-Will Weekend before graduation.

One of the pledge contributors was preparing to leave when his peripheral vision sensed a young woman boldly approaching. His guard went up; this was usually the scene when he was harried by 'gold-diggers'. He tried to keep up survival techniques against the constant pestering but at the moment he was trapped in the throng without handlers or bodyguards. She was polite but firm in her address.

"I am having difficulty getting past your circle of gate keepers to get a job interview. Please, sir, when would you be available?"

It was obvious this woman was an alumni; a student would not be so presumptuous with a pledge contributor. Besides, her apparel was a sleeveless gold lame cocktail dress that hugged her fabulous short figure and set off her wavy blonde hair. That was not Executive Assistant wear in any office. He decided to play it cool and standoffish.

"Do you have a card with your contact information? Maybe I can arrange some time next month."

"No... but I have one of yours" she said. 

She popped up his business card and he saw the TWA counter-stamped logo on it. Suddenly, he recalled last year when he was fascinated by a bright young blonde with a Physics degree and superb tits and ass. The pledge contributor's eyes slowly scanned his potential interviewee from her diamond hairpins down to her sparkly shoe straps and savored every expensively clad cove and hillock of the curvaceous terrain in between. He smiled and extended his hand in greeting.

"As you know from my card, I'm Jeffery. And you might be?"

"Esther... and charmed to meet you" she said. His handshake was firm and warm; hers was delicate but it gave his palm a tingling.

"Would now be convenient for you?" he asked extending his arm. She circled her arms around his proffered elbow, hugging her spongy grand cleavage to his arm and sauntered beside him to his waiting limousine.

On the limo ride to the hotel suite, Esther delivered her resume, responded well to Jeffery's probing questions and exhibited her intelligence. Jeffery was impressed and felt assured that she could succeed professionally in his corporation. 

In the hotel suite, Esther responded well to Jeffery's probing of another kind and exhibited her Poise. She let things proceed slowly. She sat on Jeffery's lap still fully clothed and let him toy with the cool silkiness of the gold lame as they petted. He roamed her body over the slippery fabric, feeling her curvaceous warm form underneath. They slowly and sensuously undressed each other, one zipper and button at a time, playing kissing games, drawing out the foreplay. Jeffery roamed her naked body, now feeling her curvaceous warm form bare in his arms.

The follow-on love-making was relaxed, inspired and gentle. Jeffery wanted Esther to enjoy his attentions. They sampled various caresses. He licked her juicy pussy; she licked and sucked his prick before embracing his firm meat vaginally. They lolled about the luxurious bed during the brief interims. Their joint orgasms were harmonized and fulfilling.

Jeffery offered Esther a position on his executive staff. She merrily accepted and they sealed the deal with a soul-stirring cowgirl fuck.

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Evelyn guided her pledge contributor guest through the hallways to her dorm room. They passed other chicly dressed students who politely welcomed the pair, unconcerned by Evelyn's semi-nudity and the well-dressed gentleman she had in tow. She was wearing just her heels, hose and bustiere. Her man had already collected her panties when they were cuddling in the lounger. He carried the purchased jacket and skirt in a clothing bag over his shoulder, her souvenir panties in his pocket. Later he would add the bustiere to the clothing bag. Next week, he would gift the entire set to one of his existing office temps when he broke her in and promoted her status to Executive Assistant.




Total Woman Academy 05 Redux



But tonight was product research night. Steered into Evelyn's room, he surveyed the TWA standard senior layout. The full size bed was covered with a downy comforter. The closet was neatly arranged with various styles of business, casual, sport and evening wear. The host laid his clothing bag over the back of the desk chair. The desktop was clear except for a wooden ruler waiting in the center. 

Evelyn let him bend her face down over the desktop. She gripped the edges. Her tits were compressed under her torso, her bare ass high and available. The pledge contributor took up the wooden ruler from his place behind her. He wavered, waiting...

Evelyn waited for the scene to begin... and waited. Finally, she peeked over her shoulder through her hair bangs to see what was causing the delay. Her guest was staring back at her.

"Gotcha" he sneered and thought 'naughty, girl' as his wrist wheeled and whacked the ruler against her ass cheek. Evelyn quickly pressed her smirking face against the desktop, felt the cool wood on her cheek and squeezed her eyes shut. She gripped tighter to the edges and braved the abundant smacks that followed. Then her guest fucked her tarnished body over her dormitory desk. There were more fucks later in bed for as many times as he could muster. At dawn, he reluctantly left sweet Evelyn and exited the Total Woman Academy with his designer merchandise.

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Emma guided her pledge contributor guest through the hallways to her dorm room. They passed other chicly dressed students who politely welcomed the pair, exchanging knowing glances. Emma still wore her shimmery blue dress with the zipper fully open. Her stride flapped the panels gently and flashed explicit views of her shaved pussy and great tits. Her guest pledge contributor had made her wear the garment to her room instead of packing it for his departure tomorrow.

It was simple when they entered her room, as simple as the dress. He told her to keep it on and open. She undressed him and placed him in the desk chair. After leaning over and slurping him to full staff, she straddled his lap. They played boss and secretary. She pecked at his lips, nose and ears as he kissed, licked and nipped her boobs. 

Emma mounted her man to really get things going. She knew he had plenty of experience in this position with his existing executive assistants. She tried all of her learned tricks for this arrangement to build his ardor. She hoped she was doing them right or that, at least, he would coach her in the ways he preferred. Apparently, she was doing well enough; he validated her techniques by flooding her womb with his spunk.

Emma spent the remainder of the night testing her other moves and positions with her guest. He seemed pleased with her efforts, discharging his manly essence several more times in her mouth and cunt. 

In the morning, he let her sleep while he gathered the purchased zippered dress. Watching her little curl of a dream smile, he regretted not having listed her as one of his three business cards recipients. Against the rules, he quietly placed at the center of the desk one business card inscribed with his hand-written super-private number. He hoped to hear from her soon and would certainly return her call. He kissed her forehead goodbye and then left the dormitory for his other-world life.

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Eve pulled her guest through the door into her dorm room. She was still wearing the entire outfit pieces so there was nothing to carry. And she was still as chipper and playful as she had been on stage. She used his tie as a leach to pull him in for a kiss.

The gentleman knew exactly what he wanted and quickly assumed command. He bent her back on the desk, flipping up her skirt and repeating her wide-leg stage pose. The blouse and bra were still open. He found the Comfort and Dignity Kit, popped it open and extracted the pillow. Eve rolled her hips up, ready to assist him place it under her butt. Instead, he dropped it on the floor between her wide spread legs and kneeled. Her hip roll allowed his hands to slip under and he gripped tight to her ass cheeks. She was captured in his grasp. She rested her thighs on his shoulders.

Nothing more was said. His first tongue lap on her clitoris brought a gasp from Eve. That involuntary signal authenticated her consent for his oral caress. Roles established, the man dove in with enthusiasm. He reveled in her flavor. He tasted not the mocha bouquet implied by her dusky hues but the musky clean tartness of nubile feminine juices. His coarse tongue swept her inner lips, he suckled her little spout. His pointed tongue delved between every flap and fold. Eve's thighs clutched hard on his head and she pressed his face to her groin during her first smashing orgasm. Her second and third were almost as violent. The fourth proved too much and she cried tears of joy and exhaustion during her spasms. She begged him for a pause and he granted her request.

They removed their clothes and cuddled face-to-face, side-by-side in her dorm room bed. They snuggled: kissing noses, lips, making lazy eye contact, comfy little hints of contentment. She tasted her feminine tang on his lips and cheeks, haunting reminders of his oral induced ecstasies. 

The cuddles and tweaks tapped the man's erection against her belly-button, an uncommonly high place. She lightly fingered the knob, keeping him aroused. She wanted his prick to stay firm and long but preferred to feel it inside of her. She hesitated to state her entreaty. Would she seem greedy or needy, both counter to her TWA Poise training? She grew bold.

Eve scrunched around trying to place her guest's dick at her still tingling pussy opening. He resisted. She protested.

"I want to feel you inside me."

"Ask nicely; say please" he whispered.

"Please, sir, may I take you inside of me?"

The gentleman didn't speak but didn't resist when Eve moved to put his tip into position. She pushed against it and his cone entered but only to the corona. Her wet lower lips were split but not stressed. Eve squirmed but was unsuccessful in getting more in.

"Please, sir, may I have some more?"

"Only because you said 'please'"

He pressed in another inch. His knob was now encased in her wet warmth. Eve grasped the game.

"Oh, please, sir, a little more..."

He complied with a little more. She waggled her hips in a mock tantrum.

"All of it... come on... please let me have all of it!"

With a steady shove, the gentleman's submerged his cock until his tip pressed her cervix. Eve was feeling happier with an erection packing her womb. She jogged her hips, inviting him to initiate strokes to stimulate her vaginal nerves. He was lacking in his response.

Eve decided to try something she had heard about but never practiced. She sweetly kissed his lips, then his cheek and his neck. She moved her face to his ear, nipping the earlobe. She struggled closer, pressing her boobs hard against his muscled chest. All the time, the cock tip pressed her deep vaginal membranes.

Eve pursed her tongue and drove the tip into her mate's ear canal. She jogged her hips at the same time, scraping her spongy cervical flesh across the man's penile tip slit.

The man felt the tongue probe's reflexive tingle light up his cock knob just as she swiped his slit. The sensation was glorious; he nearly expelled his cache of pent-up spunk but he mightily controlled it. Eve clung to her bedmate in the awkward position, hugging him with arms and legs. She tried again and repeated the dual caress. She felt him clench his jaw, fighting her for control of his ejaculation. She was not to be denied. A third time brought him to moans and murmurs, the fourth louder and she almost succeeded. Her fifth try propelled her man howling over the top and she delighted in the feeling of his warm fluids flowing into and diffusing throughout her womb chamber.

Eventually they decoupled, lying in bed. Eve showed her lover the utility of the cum wipes as she mopped up the volumes of his sperm leaking from her pussy. After some rest, the man took the initiative, mounting her missionary, taking a long time to build a united body shuddering climax.

Morning found Eve propped between her guest's knees, sensuously lapping from his groin the dregs of their sex games. Her dark rich lips wrapped the base of his cock as she watched his face for affirmation of her skills. His lasting memory was her deep expresso eyes swooning as she swallowed her first and final taste of his milky essence.

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As the Senior Housemother among the housemother group, Ms. Smith witnessed the results of the students' accumulated progress and provided the lower level facilities advice on curriculum improvements. She worried that even though the girls coming to her were the best of the best, she needed outside expert help to really make them the ultimate mates for the Academy's benefactors. She had received permission of the Board of Directors to upgrade the senior curriculum with more guest coach tutor involvement in polishing the students' in their final year. The physical plant had been expanded to accommodate the additional temporary staff.

Ned found himself in Ms. Smith's office.

"We have built a separate residence space for our male guest coach tutors. Female alumni returning for occasional short periods as guest teachers and coaches will occupy it during their stay also. We have set aside a dedicated suite for you."

Ms. Smith leaned in, her body language communicating to Ned that the next part of her talk was very important and required his complete attention.

"The curriculum needs to be enriched and we think you can offer us a resident expert male perspective. The senior students sometimes have specific questions or requests where staff females or male guests lack that particular knowledge. Do you remember solving Brooke's curiosity regarding vaginal clamping versus oral stimulation? Think of yourself as a senior level poise tune-up specialist."

Ned was intrigued.

"Will I be allowed to roam the senior facility house at will?" 

Ms. Smith nodded. 

"But any coaching tune-up requests must be filtered through me. You can't act on requests directly from students. Of course, you are still responsible for evaluation assessments and you can participate fully without restrictions during Freewill Weekends."

Ned agreed to the understandable stipulations. He would be inundated with overwhelming demands on his time and energies. There must be an orderly system to maximize his masculine value. Ms. Smith continued.

"Our next item regards those evaluation assessments. There have been inconsistencies in the quality of the evaluation assessments performed by the varied evaluation assessors. Destiny's retest is an example. Even you almost missed a few steps with Caterina. I want you to retest a particular student and judge her abilities."

Ms. Smith explained that a senior student named Emily had scored marginal on her freshman massage evaluation. That evaluation assessment had lowered her cumulative poise score over the remaining years. Despite presenting a 3.8 GPA in Petroleum Geology on the placard attached to her knockout office attire at the Fashion Show, she had received only one business card. She requested a refresher tune-up on massage before being retested in this highly competitive senior year. As the new Coach Tutor in Residence, Ned would begin his duties this very afternoon.

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Ned waited in his newly appointed residence suite. He had detoured through the Yoga room where he had stretched his muscles and joints to relax his body. He wanted to assure that fatigue or stress did not ruin his concentration on Emily's massage techniques. He was still wearing his gym shorts and tee-shirt. 

A knock on the door announced Emily and he granted her permission to enter. Ned recognized her as his sunburn safety subject from the junior facility pool deck. She was over-dressed compared to their last meeting, now wearing heels, thong panties and a tight tee-shirt. 

"We meet again, Emily. Your tan looks good. How are you feeling?" 

Emily pouted as her hands cupped and elevated her generous globes.

"Not very poised! Despite a great GPA in a demanding discipline and wearing a gorgeous get-up that revealed more of these beauties than it concealed, I suspect I got few business cards for my graduation gift. I need to retest and raise my poise score to eliminate that disadvantage. You obviously are an expert in sensual massage. I had to finish myself off after you left me hot and fervid at the pool the other day. Can you help me get ready for a retest?"

Emily let her hand-cupped boobs fall and bounce against her chest beneath the thin cotton. 

Ned considered her words and her tits.

"Emily, your excessive cleavage exhibition at the soiree last evening was disproportionate to the circumstances. You lack confidence in yourself because of one bad test score. Ms. Smith has asked me to tutor you in advanced sensual massage. I will do my best and expect you will do your best as well.

"You will demonstrate your techniques on me and if an obvious weakness comes to light, I will correct you. Thereafter, I will brief Ms. Smith that you are either ready for retest or need additional instruction and practice. Let's start with a tour of the massage area fixtures and furnishings." 

Ned demonstrated the switches and slides controlling light dimming and color. He pointed out the low padded massage table with its moveable wings to support the man's spread arms and legs. He revealed the underneath cabinet with its supply of warm, moist towels. 

Ned led Emily to a side table arrayed with various lotions and oils.

"Professional joint and muscle massagers use floral scented mineral oils but sensual masseuses employ fruit laced organic oils for uninhibited tactile and oral practice. Please choose one of these and then, you may begin when you are ready."

Emily began by helping Ned remove his clothes. Ned bent over as she stretched his tee-shirt over his head. He stood still as she lowered his tight shorts, carefully guarding his shaft and balls from any accidental brush with discomfort. Ned got on the table and lay face up with limbs spread open on the wings. His eyes followed Emily around the room as she dimmed the lights to a soft rose hue. 

Ned watched her strip off her tee-shirt as she dragged it up and off her head, lifting her tightly encased tits. Ned was reintroduced to Emily's generous breasts as they bounced and settled. She dropped the thin cotton cover on the floor followed by her panties. Emily ambled to the oils table with a smooth grace that still rippled her tit flesh. Ned lay back and closed his eyes to avoid any further visual stimulation. Out of the dark quiet, his ears heard her light breathing; his scalp felt her first touch and his nose smelled strawberries. 

Emily massaged Ned's head and neck. She rubbed his earlobes and her breath and tongue tickled his inner ear. Her oily palms polished his upper torso. Her boobs pressed his upper arms when she leaned in to lick his nipples and bellybutton. She moved to his feet and kneaded his toes and soles. 

Emily reversed direction. She climbed onto the table between Ned's legs. Her hands rubbed and finger-walked their way up his inner thighs. She crawled forward and sat astride his thighs. She fondled the area beneath his balls. She cradled his balls in her fingers, fluttering them with her fingertips much as he had fluttered the sides of her boobs at the pool. 

Leaning forward, Emily kissed his bellybutton. She looked downward, resting her forehead on his stomach. Her hanging boobs cuddled Ned's swollen shaft in their oiled cleavage. She adjusted her stance, using her hands to compress the sides into a warm tunnel of love. She stroked fore and aft, watching his knob disappear and re-emerge with each stroke. 

Ned breathed deeper. Emily took note and kissed the tip of his knob. Her head descended and she released the boob flesh encircling the shaft. With one long stroke, Emily took his full length inside her mouth. Ned moaned and Emily held still, occasionally brushing her tongue slowly side to side beneath the crown. Halting all movement, she waited with learned patience and expectation for Ned to regress to his normal senses. She resumed a slow pace swirling her tongue around the knob. Ned's breathing deepened again.

Emily lifted and lowered her head, dragging her tongue, cheeks and lips along his swollen tool. Ned gave involuntary hip jotters, unconsciously imploring Emily to set a quicker pace. She didn't comply; she held the gentle pace, even slowing a little. She let him relapse a bit; she steeped his ardor. Then she resumed again.

Ned wound higher, breathed deeper and his body grew in an arch. He cried out and pronounced the finale of his sexual anguish. Just as Emily sensed his fluid being propelled up his tube, she raised her mouth off his cock and levered it up. She massaged his cock with gentle hand and nipple rubs. Cum ropes geysered onto Ned's chest, retreating towards his abdomen. She watched the jets spiral and land. When the eruptions had died down, Emily held his softening rod in her hands, rewrapped it warmly in her soft cleavage, protecting it from hasty cooling. When Ned finally opened his eyes, she shushed him with a finger to his lips and laid her shoulders and cheek against his sticky torso. They rested.

Emily stirred first. She rolled gracefully sideways and regained her footing. She still wore her heels. Her breasts and face and hair retained slick mementos of her dedicated post-orgasmic cock care. Retrieving some warm towels, she dotingly cleaned Ned's torso and abdomen. 

Worried that Ned might still suffer a hasty cool-down, she placed another warm towel over his legs, groin and abdomen. She leaned over his weary side, pressed her warm nipples into his arm and planted a protracted open mouth kiss on Ned's trembling lips. Leaving off, her lips pecked his earlobe and her strawberry scented breath whispered "Thank you". 

She stood back and Ned watched the view with admiration as Emily leaned over to pick up her clothes. Her oily globes dangled rhythmically as she fluffed out the wadded garments. Carrying them, Emily walked topless to the door. She turned a longing look at Ned's towel sheltered coaching tool. With a sigh of resignation and a hope for more coaching later, she jiggled into the hallway and the door closed behind her.

Ned closed his eyes. He contemplated what he would report to Ms. Smith. If anyone rated that a marginal performance, then there was a problem with the rating system. Emily deserved an 'excellent'. Ned decided to devote body and soul in helping Ms. Smith sort out the problem with these erratic scores. He would perform every evaluation assessment personally if that was what it took. He resolved to make evaluation assessment quality control his sole mission as the Coach Tutor in Residence for the Total Woman Academy. 



Total Woman Academy 06



Ned briefed Mrs. Smith regarding Emily's sensual massage skills. Based on her performance, he would file a revised score of excellent and no added instruction was necessary. He shared her concern for the grading system's lack of uniformity. First Emily, then Destiny had received unfair evaluation assessment reports. If the students supposed the grading system to be arbitrary, they would be disheartened from expending optimal efforts to improve.

Mrs. Smith said the control experiments' hotel bookings were confirmed. She thought four simple tests should give an adequate measure of the evaluation grading procedures. The tests would include horizontal oral sex, stationary seated vaginal cock milking, missionary position and after sex bathing. She had briefed the two students participating in the duplicate assessments. They agreed that they must strive to perform the exact same way for each transporter. They were told the transporters would compare notes later to expose any inconsistencies. They thought they were being gaged for their consistency rather than the evaluators. 

There was a knock at the door. Mrs. Smith voiced her permission to enter and a fashionably dressed student demurely passed through the doorway. Ned's eyes surveyed the black strappy heels, left ankle bracelet, taupe stockings, grey wool pencil skirt, and white silky blouse covering the statuesque physique. The column of beauty was classic East European topped with long, dark wavy hair and brown eyes. Her face was accentuated with smoky eyelids and rosy lips as it expressed quiet anticipation. 

"Ned, this is Flora. She is your first evaluation assessment subject. She has been briefed on the procedures. Flora has agreed to strive for excellent and consistent performance during both evaluations. Flora, this is Ned. He will transport you to your first evaluation assessment. When he has completed your evaluation assessment, he will steer you to your second evaluation assessment. Any questions?"

Having none, Ned stood and led Flora by the hand from the building, into his car and drove her to the hotel where the dual evaluation assessments would take place. They arrived early in the afternoon and had until noon the next day to complete their assigned tasks. 

Ned directed Flora to undress and put away her garments. Clothes were superfluous until noon tomorrow. She shed her clothes and hung them in the closet. Full nudity suited Flora. Ned undressed to his boxers and, sweeping back the covers, lay on bed. Without further ado, Flora climbed in and her hair brushed his genitals as she pulled his shorts off. Taking his manhood inside, she employed long strokes, then short strokes and held the knob lightly by her teeth as he exploded. 

They rested and in the evening Flora spent an hour sitting on Ned's groin as she pulsed her cunt muscles rhythmically up his cock. Ned relished the sensations and eventually ejaculated. Flora dismounted and settled herself in bed. Ned fell asleep with Flora's head draped on his arm, her boobs pressed to his side and her hair draped on his chest. 

Morning broke and they positioned themselves for the next evaluation step. Ned lay atop Flora, groin to groin. They kissed and tongued each other's mouth for some time. Ned raised his hips, Flora spread her loins, her hand placed Ned's cock and he entered her. She bent her knees and touched her heels to his butt. He settled into the saddle and pumped. Flora rolled her hips in time with the pulsation. She opened her mouth and they bobbed their tongues. Ned wrapped his arms around hers and crushed her boobs to his chest. Her rubbery mounds wiggled between them. No words were spoken but the room was filled with noises: mattress squeaking, panting breaths, fleshy squishes and suppressed moans. At last, the consummation of their efforts arrived and they crashed into simultaneous orgasms. Ned exhaled and Flora's contorted body buoyed his relaxed bulk. She rubbed his sweat streaked back. Ned lifted his head, stared into Flora's eyes and kissed her ardently as he slowly shrank inside her. 

Ned rolled over and closed his eyes. He awoke to the sound of running water. Flora was preparing his morning bath and he wandered into the bathroom for the final evaluation step. Flora was standing beside the garden tub. Her hair was piled atop her head. Ned lowered his bulk into the warm water. Flora kneeled by the tub and thoroughly cleaned, massaged and satisfied Ned. After Ned was dry and wrapped in a bathrobe, she bathed and restored her makeup. They watched TV until it was almost noon. Ned dismissed Flora who grabbed a bathrobe and departed quickly to be on time for her second evaluation. A short while later there was a knock on the door. Ned opened to find Flora standing in her skimpy bathrobe. 

Ned smirked at her half exposed body. "Forget your clothes, Flora?" She laughed and slipped past him into the room. After Ned closed the door, she turned and dropped her robe. Ned's head motioned towards the closet. 

"I'm not Flora. I'm Fawn, her twin sister. We wear ankle bracelets on opposite legs for others to tell us apart. See mine is on the right and Flora wears hers on the left. I was told your name is Ned. Are you ready to start my second evaluation assessment?" Ned smiled a very broad grin. Mrs. Smith had removed the visual stimulation test variable by using identical twins.

Ned removed his robe and lay on the bed. Fawn performed a first class blowjob and then they rested. In the evening, she duplicated her sister's hour of upright vaginal cock milking. Ned couldn't feel any difference between the sisters' cunt wall textures. Morning dawned with Ned and Fawn's bodies locked in passion duplicating his previous day. If he hadn't confirmed that the ankle bracelet was welded and not clasped, he could have believed Flora had simply switched ankles. Fawn's bath techniques were more complete and sensual than Flora's. Late in the morning, Fawn donned Flora's closeted clothes and Ned delivered Fawn back to the senior facility. 

Ned filed his evaluation assessment report on both twins. Mrs. Smith thanked him for his labors. She had no immediate coaching requests, so Ned returned to his onsite residence suite to await his next assignment.



Total Woman Academy 07



Ned entered his residence suite to the sound of running water in the bathroom. Inside the steamy room, he saw that someone was using his shower. Her hands vigorously scrubbed around a head and hair covered in shampoo suds. With her eyes closed against the soapsuds and the drumming water masking outside sounds, she made no sign of noticing Ned's presence. Turning her wet body around to face the shower spray, Ned saw tattooed words across the top of her vaginal area. He was unable to read them under the cascade of water. Finishing her hair, she looked at Ned standing in the room and reached to shutoff the water. 

Standing naked and unembarrassed, the shower occupant said "Hi, my name is Gillian. Sorry, but this new onsite guest residence still has some glitches to work out. The shower in my suite doesn't work. I hope you don't mind me borrowing yours." Gillian breasts jostled as she reached out for a wet handshake. Ned clasped her hand as he peered at the words above Gillian's snatch: PRIVATE PUSSY NO TRASSPASSING. 

Gillian followed his gaze and laughed. "I just arrived and it's getting late. I'm starved. How about having dinner with me on the pooldeck and I will explain that." Ned thought that sounded good and agreed. Gillian grabbed a fluffy big towel and ambled semi-shrouded to her suite.

As they ate dinner that evening, Gillian explained that she was an Academy alumnus visiting as a guest coach and lecturer. Her topic was Turning Academy Preparation into a Prosperous Life. Upon graduation, Gillian had found the world to be fickle and facetious. Gillian could explain complex technical concepts to her managers, hold an audience's attention with good speech and good looks and lead a cantankerous work team in achieving superior results. New friends and acquaintances were initially awed by her sophisticated intelligence, beauty and poise. Later, her associates resented her employment of those qualities to garner career advancements. Gillian understood how blessed she was by the Academy education and held no grudges. She focused on her career and finding a life partner with a balance of power and affection she desired in a spouse. Gillian was very selective of her social and intimate partners. She knew that once intimate, her smitten admirer could not find a better lover and would not stray. She found what she was seeking. She married the rising young executive of an international business who was being groomed to one day be the CEO. They had married, produced an offspring and moved in tandem up the corporate ladder. 

Gillian paused and looked away. She composed herself and went on. The glamour life had ended suddenly with a corporate jet crash. She mourned the love of her life. Gillian would carry on but never find another. Arranging the finances afterward, she found the stock options and insurance left her independently wealthy and she found outlets for her grief and energies. She became Chairman of the Total Woman Academy Alumni Fund. Elsewhere, she took majority control of a private protection and security company. In due course, the security firm was engaged to protect the Academy. Private guards provided physical security and private detectives continuously screened candidates, employees and pledge contributors to unearth past or ongoing problems or indiscretions. Discretion was the key to protecting the students and the Academy.

Ned had a thoughtful look on his face. Gillian smiled as she said. "Yes, Ned, we watch you carefully and follow your movements. To date, your activities have been in harmony with Academy standards of safety and discretion. And my daughter sings your praises as a coach and honest evaluator." 

Ned thought: Daughter? 

"Oh, Ned, I would not enroll my daughter anywhere else. You have definitely made her acquaintance. Her name is Brooke." 

Ned froze in his chair then relaxed. Of course, a successful Total Woman would want the same advantages for her daughter. With early preparation by her mother, it's no wonder that Brooke was advancing through the curriculum so quickly and eagerly. And the security firm controlled by her mother screened all of Brooke's contacts whether student, pledge contributor or even Ned himself.

Gillian said "You saw my tattoo. Though wildly in love, my husband and I were astute enough to sign a pre-nuptial agreement with severe penalties for infidelity. After the wedding, we thought it a witty secret sign of our commitment. My husband's tattoo read: PRIVATE PENIS NO TRESSPASSING.

Gillian stood and picked up Ned's hand. "You only need to follow Academy discretion rules regarding the students. I am not a student. Come with me and show me some indiscretion. I have something I want you to read." Ned followed Gillian to her suite and read this powerful woman's inscription, up close and personal, over and over again as they mollified each other through the night.

Ned awoke to the sound of the shower running. Inside, Ned watched Gillian's hands shampooing her hair. Gillian saw Ned regarding her but turned her wet body around to face the shower spray presenting her ass to him with a little wriggle. Ned did not need any further invitation and joined her in the shower. Ned pushed his chest against her back and his prick against her butt. He helped her rinse the suds from her tresses and then reached around to palm her wet boobs. Gillian breasts jostled as she reached out to shut off the water. As she bent forward, Ned placed his erection against her cunt and pushed. Gillian braced on the faucet handles and Ned drove home. The cascade of water may have ended but a cascade of stimulation had begun. The partners moved in sync and plunged over a sexual waterfall that left both clutching to each other. 

After drying and dressing, Gillian said, "I'm starved; let's see if breakfast is being served." Ned thought that sounded like a good idea. They walked hand in hand to the dining room.



Total Woman Academy 08



Mrs. Smith was telling Ned about her analyses of the dual evaluation assessments Ned had been helped execute. "I expected scores to be randomly higher or lower on similar tests by different evaluators. But your opposite consistently scored the tests lower. We believe he isn't qualified to be an evaluator. Recruiting his replacement will take time. Your short-term workload will increase. What do you think about using a chauffeured limousine for your promotee transports? You can use your travel time to perform interview and physical evaluations and complete them at the destination facility if time runs out." 

Ned agreed this better process would let him focus his energies on the evaluations rather than the rigors of driving. 

Ned would leave immediately for the junior facility to collect a junior to senior promote. Mrs. Smith said a guest lecturer had finished her advanced classes at the senior facility and was moving to the junior facility to give intermediate classes. She would ride along. Mrs. Smith threw Ned a knowing glance as she said "Holly is not subject to student or staff discretion rules. Be careful of her traps. Holly is a lecturing expert on using clothes, hair and makeup to broadcast subtle attraction signals. Save your energies for the return evaluation."

The opaque privacy panel between the forward and rear compartments allowed passengers to see the driver compartment and the road ahead of the speeding limousine. Holly in the rear seat facing front watched the road ahead past Ned who was riding in the front seat facing rear. Ned watched Holly over his laptop screen while he readied the file for his return-journey promotee's evaluation assessment file.

Holly stretched her arms. Her business suit coat unwrapped enough to expose her silky blouse stretched across her breasts. Bulbous dark disks declared their presence through the translucent material. Dropping her arms, the coat remained opened past the sides of her boobs. Sipping her drink, she jostled at an imaginary road bump that Ned certainly hadn't felt. Grabbing a napkin, she daubed her cleavage and worked the napkin under the unbuttoned blouse edges. Relaxing back, she re-crossed her legs flashing an uncovered triangle of crenelated skin beneath a short wool suit skirt. She leaned forward to unclasp her heel straps and Ned saw generous cleavage in the opened top. She relaxed back. Another flick of her legs dropped off the shoes and flashed her groin again. 

Holly's hands felt deep under her blouse. "I hope that spill hasn't spoiled my makeup." Ned glanced at her face and remarked that it looked okay. Holly gave a girlish-giggle. "Oh, Ned, silly boy, that isn't the only place that gets color enhancement. Look at this." She unbuttoned the blouse panels and pulled them aside. Ned saw gloss enlarged nipples. Leaving the blouse panels hanging, she reached up and tossed her hair causing the exposed breasts to ripple. She spread her legs wide and fanned her hands under her skirt. She mumbled "It's getting warm in here" 

Ned looked at the limousine's steady temperature readout. "No, it's the same as before." Ned closed down his computer. He looked at Holly. "Mrs. Smith warned me to save my energies for my increased load of evaluation assessments. We can't have sex. But please explain to me the high points of your lectures."

Holly smiled and removed her skirt and broadly opened her tops. "It's the opposite of camouflage. Face makeup is necessary but common. Bold cleavage is obvious and ordinary. A Total Woman needs to go further. I teach students how to subtly tickle a man's fancy. Fitted contemporary fashions, skimpy or omitted undergarments, full rich hair, rouged nipples in translucent blouses and similar devices will keep men sneaking peeks awaiting an accidental flash. Motions like flipping hair or rubbing a supposed sore neck attract his time-wasting stares. Walking or standing close to competing colleagues in business situations while wearing pheromone based scents will addle them at opportune times. 

Holly continued "During their Academy years, students strive for a superior education with a high GPA. Master the business and technical knowledge. Then they exploit the befuddlement of their male colleagues in business situations: meetings, conferences, presentations. A rising star junior executive is the goal. Once her poise attaches him, she employs her Academy enhanced poise including intimate sensual skills. He can't imagine the existence of a better lover and won't stray away from her, ever. She is on the fast track to prosperity."

The limousine bounced as did Holly's boobs. Ned was about to abandon his aloofness and sample Holly's sensual skills. She saw his stares. "I am an Academy alumnus. Let me prove it." She doffed her remaining clothes, knelt on the cushioned center saddle, opened Ned's pants and practiced what she preached on his erection until Ned came. Afterwards, Ned dozed in her arms with his head cradled by her breasts all the way to the junior facility.



Total Woman Academy 09



Ned sat naked in the limousine headed for the senior facility. Across from him sat Indira wearing perfect makeup and, for now, all of her clothes. Between them was a low table with flash cards. In the interests of time, Ned had designed a combined intelligence and poise test method. 

Indira was a Mechanical Engineering major with a high GPA. Ned uncovered the first card which presented a question about entropy, a property of heat transfer. Indira indicated her answer and Ned turned over the card. They reviewed the flash card's answer and agreed Indira had gotten her answer wrong. She removed her right stiletto heel and placed it on the left side floor, the scoring area for wrong answers. Then Indira leaned forward and identified a sensual point on Ned's earlobe with a kiss. She leaned back to her seat and Ned uncovered the next card. Indira answered correctly. She removed her left heel and placed it on the right side floor, the scoring area for correct answers. Indira leaned in and kissed the tip of Ned's nose.

Another card was uncovered with a question on dynamic material analysis. Wrong. Indira unhooked her skirt, lifted her butt and slid the skirt over her nyloned legs. It joined the wrong answer pile. Indira leaned over and kissed Ned's eyelids. 

Indira and Ned worked through the pile of cards as Indira worked through her diminishing outfit. When the full test was over, they would count the clothing articles in each pile and determine Indira's intelligence score. A passing grade was 75%. The order and method she used to strip her outfit would demonstrate her understanding of the subtle colleague diversion tactics taught by the guest lecturer and counted towards her poise score. Her ability to identify Ned's sensual points also counted toward poise. There would be a final poise step when Indira ran out of clothes. 

For the remaining flashcards, Indira removed her sweater, and then shrugged off her blouse causing her bra covered cleavage to jiggle. The next flashcard was followed by the left stocking peel which flashed a deep cleft cameltoe in her thong. The right stocking repeated that exposure before the garter belt also joined the floor piles. After correctly answering a flashcard question, Indira unhooked her bra but shimmyed it off her breasts without using her hands, exposing makeup enhanced nipples. 

Following each flashcard answer, Indira had likewise cataloged Ned's sensuous areas by kiss: lips, each nipple, navel and inside each thigh. The final clothing article, her thong panties, had side ties. Indira loosed the bowties and dragged the scrap of material forward under her ass and over her clit. That completed the intelligence question & answer period.

Indira smiled as she rose from her seat and kneeled in front of Ned for the last poise evaluation step. Indira's hands lovingly fondled Ned's semi-stiff member and she planted her last identifying kiss smoothly on the knob with a pointed tongue quarrying briefly into the tip slot. She kissed the cock more fully, licked its length and finger-fluttered his balls. Inventory complete, Indira rose to Ned's lap and let him check her lubrication. She looked down as he wiped a finger along her slit and found the soft lips naturally oily and ready for exploration. He moved his hands to her upper thighs and held her firm ass cheeks. She followed his guidance as he maneuvered her ass until she was properly aligned.

Ned helped her with the insertion of his cock by holding it upright as his other hand led her slash to his tip for imminent entry. She dropped her tube over his rod, moving slowly down and getting him fully encased. Indira parked her nipples on his and hugged his neck. Ned's nose filled with her scent. He heard her groan and strain and his cock felt milked by her vaginal compressions. Then Indira slowly rose and lowered her butt, using side to side movements and sliding her nipples around his chest. Ned simply went along with her lead. She was greasing his entire length with the different textures and temperatures resident along her cunt walls. Ned percolated steadily. Indira neither hurried nor slowed the pace. Indulging the leisurely pace, Ned was beginning to feel the pressure build in his core.

Suddenly, the limousine bounced and swayed as it turned into the senior facility driveway. They had been riding higher on the seat to brace for their snuggling. The coupled test subject and evaluator were knocked back on the rear seat with Ned's cock still embedded deeply in Indira's box. Ned, prone on top, took over the pace. He stepped up rhythm and the pair finally walked off the cliff of orgasmic bliss. As they panted down to normal breaths, the limousine stopped at the senior facility's front door. The limousine rear doors automatically swung open with a mechanical hiss.

Untangling themselves and getting properly re-seated, Ned and Indira counted the clothing piles on the car floor and determined Indira had passed the intelligence evaluation. She had also demonstrated her ability to think intelligently while disarming susceptible targets with her poise. Ned now wanted to see if she could find innovative ways of keeping her sexual quarry corralled after trapping him.

Ned picked up the car phone and called Mrs. Smith direct line inside the senior facility. "Indira has shown good progress since I transported her last year. We still have a few more evaluation assessment steps to do and will be working all night. Can you have our supper brought to the coaching tune-up suite? Good and thanks." Indira overheard the conversation and felt happiness. She was probably going to pass but must not falter in her efforts now. Indira re-donned her heels and gathered her remaining garments in her arms. She stepped out naked and walked confidently up the steps and through the front door. She strode down the hallways of this facility, her home for the next year. 

Ned followed behind, admiring Indira's undulating derriere. Ned directed her left turn and right until they reached his personal coaching tune-up suite for her final evaluation steps. Indira was certain to receive a very good evaluation assessment if the rest of the night was as good as the ride coming here. He stepped ahead of her and unlocked the door. She followed him inside and surveyed the room. It was a marvel of functional furniture and open space with a luxurious attached bath.

Ned closed and locked the door. Indira turned to face him and awaited instructions. He commanded her to hang her clothes in the closet but retain her heels. The evening meal soon arrived and they ate the lite supper on the attached balcony. Indira remained nude but for heels and Ned wore just a loose pair of gym shorts. Ned ate his delicious meal as he savored the panorama of keen flesh in front of him. While they sipped their wine and coffee, Ned was planning out the resumption of the evaluation assessment.

Ned led Indira back inside and they stood facing each other at the edge of the bed. Silently, with a palm down motion, he directed her to her knees. She understood. She kneeled upright, nimbly loosed the waistband of Ned's shorts and lowered his sole apparel to his ankles, bending forward and down as needed to perform her task. He saw her full breasts dangle in sidewinder view beneath her torso. Ned lifted each foot in turn and watched the boobs jiggle as Indira removed his garment and set it aside. Ned sat on the edge of the bed. Indira kneeled up and eyed Ned's groin. He clicked his fingers and she looked up. Ned nodded that she could proceed. 

Indira leaned in as she extended her tongue. The tip curled under his knob as she captured the head in her lips and drew him in. This was how she would get her after-dinner creamy dessert. Her palms rested against his thighs, ready to brace herself for the long, deep strokes to come. Ned looked at the wall mirror as he rested his hands on her finely coiffured head. He felt his cock swell in her mouth and received her best ministrations. It felt really, really good! Indira was certain to receive a delightful dessert and a decent evaluation assessment score if the rest of the evening proceeded as well as it had so far.

Indira sucked, licked, deep throated, lapped, kissed and fondled Ned to his complete satisfaction. She held him deep and swallowed her treat with gusto, adding the throat throbs to her buffet of stimulations. Ned collapsed back and Indira stayed locked on, dedicated to prolonging Ned's bliss, embracing him contentedly in her mouth as he slowly deflated. When he was flaccid, she rose and positioned Ned in bed. She crawled in beside him and remained attentive to his face and breathing until he fell asleep.

Indira woke when the mattress dipped. Ned was sitting up and gazing at her. Indira waited for signs of his requirements. He laid her on her back and straddled her chest. She understood and wrapped her chest meat around his newly stiffened groin meat. The strokes were long and heavenly for both participants. He fingered her nipples as she satisfied his needs. Her efforts garnered a pearl necklace and a volley that glazed her 'cum stung' lips. Ned grinned as she slurped the sperm into her mouth. Indira was delighted and pleased that Ned was seeing her full capabilities. She coveted a good evaluation assessment score.

In the morning, they played in the bath and caressed away the accumulated sweat and spunk. Newly refreshed, Ned dismissed Indira so he could file her grade report. He would give her 'excellents' in all categories. He was looking forward to upcoming Freewill Weekends where he hoped to get acquainted with more of her skills. Ned expected Indira would become a brilliant pupil at the Total Woman Academy senior facility.



Total Woman Academy 10



Mrs. Jones called Mrs. Smith regarding Julie. "Julie has made spectacular progress and I think she is almost ready for her evaluation assessment for promotion to senior year." 

Mrs. Smith asked why 'almost'. 

"She is academically gifted, having completed her junior courses in Physics ahead of schedule. Julie's natural beauty and poise are superior to most but not all of her classmates. She is extremely competitive and her confidence will suffer if she doesn't get the highest scores. She will suspect the worst if we hold her here but it's equally dangerous to promote her too fast. Any ideas?" 

Mrs. Smith was quiet for a while before relying. "If she was a senior, I would assign Ned to give her coaching tune-up sessions. That would take place part-time over a few months. I don't want to take her offsite for safety and security reasons or bring her here before her official senior evaluation assessment. It raises issues of favoritism. Ned might be able to do it all in one concentrated session. Can you prepare a coaching suite so Ned can work with her at the Junior facility?" 

Mrs. Jones thought of the logistics required and decided a student of Julie's brilliance had earned the effort. "I'll make it happen. When can Ned start?" 

"Ned will be available to you for seven days. Make the necessary arrangements for his arrival early next week."

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Ned stepped out of the towncar and helped his naked co-passenger to alight the vehicle. They had just completed her evaluation assessment as the vehicle came to a stop In the driveway. They had started her evaluation assessment at the sophomore facility with tactile and massage examinations. The remaining tests covering vaginal skills had been performed en-route. She was still naked from the evaluation assessment of her vaginal clamping abilities. 

The Junior candidate had been mounted chest to chest on Ned's lap encasing his erection. She hugged her boobs tight to his body and was not allowed to stroke along his shaft. She must stimulate Ned's cock to ejaculation by using only her inner muscles to rhythmically squeeze his erection. It had been hard work for her but she had been successful. Just before the end of the trip, Ned had screeched as he poured his final load deep in her womb. She was pretty sure that Ned would give her passing grades in all categories. She skipped ahead as Ned followed her to the front door.

Mrs. Jones greeted them and handed off her newest student to the care of others. Ned watched the student being welcomed by her student comrades, anxious to get her settled in. He admired the students' derrieres bouncing away down the hallway.

"How did she do?" asked Mrs Jones.

"Strong vaginal muscle clamping, regular, smooth rhythms and she knew a lot about sensuous touch points. Great hand job skills. Good attitude; she listens and learns. I think she will continue do well for you here. I'll bet she gets really good at oral skills this coming year. If she doesn't progress quickly enough, I can coach her oral techniques if you need me to." Mrs. Jones laughed it off as a joke but quietly kept that thought in mind for later discussion and possible action. 

Mrs. Jones escorted Ned to the prepared second floor suite of rooms. They had been specially equipped with massage and exercise equipment, a padded floor Yoga area, a full bathroom with garden Jacuzzi tub and several sizes of beds, tables and platforms. There was an array of special mechanical probes and testing devices. This would be Ned's coaching tune-up suite for his whole next week with Julie. 

Ned inventoried the fixtures and furnishings in the room. He knew that despite being isolated with Julie, it was going to be a challenge to complete the entire tune up in one week with just this minimal gear.

Ned needed Julie to stay focused and on track. He had asked Mrs Jones to have their meals delivered to them like room service so that he and Julie did not waste time outside the coaching suite. He ordered particular clothes to be stocked in the closet and requested some additional mechanical probes. 

Finally, Ned was expected to be confined with only this one female for a whole week and still maintain his virility. He asked Mrs. Jones to think of ways to provide exotic stimuli during the week and help maintain his libido. Mrs. Jones looked thoughtful and said she would see to it. After Mrs. Jones departed, Ned took some time to fully explore the suite and rearranged a few items. 

Ned dined that evening in the dining room with the students. He remembered many from the evaluation assessments he had conducted when he had transported them through sophomore and junior promotions. He hoped Mrs. Jones would employ great creativity regarding his request for exotic stimuli. 

Ned's contemplations were interrupted by Mrs. Jones. "I called Mrs. Smith about the problem of your libido flagging with only one female available all week. The Board has concurred with Mrs. Smith's recommendation that the discretion rules be relaxed this one time only. Your meals will be delivered by students and you may engage them in consensual libido maintenance. Being secluded all year at the facility, the students are likewise ravenous for male interaction. We realize that you have fucked most of them already, albeit in a controlled manner, while transporting them here from the sophomore facility. They should remember those sessions fondly and be eager to engage in repeats. I will brief the students tonight about the special circumstances and their freedom to assist you as needed." 

At breakfast, Mrs. Jones told Ned last night's meeting with the students went well. Every student had enthusiastically agreed to assist with meal delivery and libido maintenance. They had brainstormed all night about exotic meal delivery uniforms.

Ned meandered back to the coaching suite, resigned to his long quarantine with Julie. He found her waiting inside. She stood attentively, wearing a teal string bikini and heels which contrasted nicely with her long red hair and green eyes. Maybe, just maybe, he could make it through the week ensconced with this creature called Julie. 

Ned walked past her without a word and removed his clothes in the closet. He donned a pair of baggy silk gym shorts. He reentered the room and told Julie to turn and face him.

"Good morning, Julie, nice to remake your acquaintance. Let's begin with a short tour." He showed her the features of the coaching suite. 

"Let's review our routine for the week and establish some standing rules. We will use mornings for freshman level topics, afternoons for sophomore level topics and evenings for junior level topics. Only I will answer the door or telephone. You concentrate on your activities of that moment. You may observe and learn from any dealings I have with visitors. Sometimes you may be called upon to join in with us and learn some new techniques. Some activities are strenuous so please preen frequently and refresh your makeup as often as necessary. Always follow the freshman dress code unless I direct you otherwise. Any questions?"

Julie shook her head 'no'.

"Good. Pop that top off and let's get started with some Yoga."

Julie drew the bowties on her string bikini top and hung the skimpy piece in the closet. She stepped topless onto the padded floor area and for the next hour, she moved through a standard Yoga routine. Ned took the many opportunities to handle her body and twist her into deeper bends and stances. He was reintroduced to the notion that women's' breast shapes change with gravity and body position.

After that, Ned showered first, and then Julie showered and preened. She found Ned in the main room seated naked on a stool and they played blind man's sensual touch. The solitude and quiet in the coaching suite worked against Julie and she found all of Ned's sensual points but not stealthily enough. Ned caught her approach too often and she failed to achieve a passing score.

Ned lay on the massage table as Julie gave him a muscle massage. They were running late and the doorbell rang just as they finished the first phase. A naked Ned strode over and opened the door to a food service cart being pushed inside by a gossamer clad blond. Her satin choker displayed a No. 1 medallion. She stood courteously as Ned hefted her nosecone boobs through the material. He looked closely to where she had applied glossy rouge to the nipples. Ned flicked her nubs and her eyes squinted with a moan. She looked down in anticipation at his stirring manhood. Ned released No 1's boobs, thanked her and sent her on his way with a smack on her thinly veiled butt. He turned to find Julie gazing at his semi-slack cock.

Ned remounted the massage table and Julie went through the sensual massage routine, moving from head to toe and back to core, ending with Ned's cock erupting in her hand slick stroking fist. After Ned cooled down, they ate and Ned pushed the cart into the hallway. 

Commencing the afternoon, Julie lay on the table working with a meter-connected vaginal probe. Ned needed her vaginal muscle baseline readings for comparison during the week. After getting a good set of data, Ned switched the machine to bio-feedback mode. Julie watched the screen and listened to the varying tones as she bore down to see where her perceived muscle clamping was really occurring within her cunt tube. She was getting better at controlling individual muscles while letting others remain slack. She would get better with practice.

Late in the afternoon, Julie became fatigued beyond continuance of her biofeedback exertions. While she preened in the bathroom, dinner arrived with No 2 wearing heels, a tight tee-shirt and baggy tap pants. Ned reached inside the pants, found her wet and ready, pulled a leg opening aside and speared her from behind as she leaned on the service cart. Ned thrust his hips and palmed her tee-shirt encased boobs. At the ultimate moment, No 2 reached back, drawing his face down to hers. She tongued his mouth and he watered her insides with his essence. After No 2 was dismissed, Ned found Julie in the bath. He joined her and she washed him lovingly, concerned that his manhood was not responding to her caresses. She resolved to toil extra hard that evening to show Ned her repertoire of oral skills. Later Ned lay spread on the sheets with the covers pulled back and naked Julie bowed to her oral task. Julie's performance was vigorous and drawn-out. Ned finally spouted into her mouth and they fell asleep.

The second day proceeded in the same steps as the first with a few additions. Breakfast was delivered along with clean bath and bed linens by a No 3 wearing a breast and groin baring French maid outfit. After No 3 exchanged the bed linens, Ned and Julie lay nude in bed idly rubbing each other's genitals and watched the exhibition as No 3 finished freshening up the rooms. Then Ned beckoned No 3 into their bed and the threesome spent an hour fingering and sucking. No 3 showed Julie some tricks and they were careful not to bring Ned to release. Julie learned and practiced new skills she could use in her eventual evaluation assessment later that week. Ned dismissed No 3 with a 'thank you' kiss.

The yoga session lasted longer. Then Ned gave Julie some pointers on the dual massage types. Julie was quicker and more efficient today and her oily hands and chest took care of Ned's bottled up need for relief before No 4 brought lunch. The afternoon session included hours of vaginal biofeedback using tabletop prone and Yoga lotus-pose positions. Julie practiced curling her toes as she clamped her vagina to help with the strength of the compressions. She preened in the bathroom while Ned pondered her evening attire.

Ned instructed Julie to don a dinner gown with appropriate accessories. Julie chose a light green draped chemise with subtle jewelry and smoky evening makeup. She wore her hair up with a few loose tendrils of her red hair occasionally sweeping her face. She looked classy. Ned barely noticed No 5 when dinner arrived. Ned and Julie dined on the balcony at a candlelit table. They discussed the coaching tune-up and how Julie thought she was doing. 

Julie paused, then said "I like the morning routine. I like the massage sessions. The afternoons are strenuous but I can see progress in my muscle control. I want to try my milking moves on your cock to get your personal feedback instead of the machine. Before this coaching tune-up, all I had was the oral and vaginal probes' biofeedback. And you haven't given me any feedback on my oral skills."

Ned answered in order. "We will add power yoga to your morning routine. We will add steps to the massages. The power yoga will help with your endurance on vaginal clamping and I alone will decide my cock's availability for practices. Now I want examine your choice of evening wear." 

Ned led Julie inside where he removed her clothing piece by piece. He admired her use of makeup and perfume in places other than her face and neck. Her nipples and clit were glossy and seductive. A nude Julie undressed Ned. He lay in bed while gently coaching Julie's oral techniques until midnight when his overdue pulsations ended the evening session.

No 6 repeated yesterday's food service and linen delivery wearing a harem outfit. Ned delayed her departure until she had kneeled before him and aroused his cock between her soft breasts. Julie watched and mentally noted the finer points of No 6's moves. Ned did not continue with No 6 through eruption but saved his energies for Julie's daily massage where she tried out some of No 6's moves. Ned obligingly spurted his cum between her oiled boobs with a howl. Julie was inwardly gratified by this success. She thought she might be improving. For lunch delivery a topless No 7 wore a thong and heels invoking the freshman dress code. Ned scrutinized her wonderful ass as she left. It looked trim, firm and strong; good qualities for vaginal clamping. He hoped he would be her evaluation assessor to the senior facility someday and confirm his opinion. Julie practiced muscle control all afternoon. 

Dinner arrived with No 8 parading an unauthorized version of an air hostess uniform. The undersized uniform lacked closure devices. The buttons, zippers and clasps had been removed to allow random flashes of skin beneath. Ned ordered her to stay and serve the meal course by course. He took advantage of her presence to peek or slip a hand inside the uniform openings. No 7 played along by giggling and acting demur whenever he did. Ned found her skin to be warm, fresh and supple. He saved his energies for Julie but still delighted in the stimulation.

Ned spent the evening relaxing in the garden tub as Julie demonstrated amazing lung capacity while practicing her oral skills submerged. Ned finally succumbed to the prior stimulation and Julie's excellent efforts. During the night, he awoke re-aroused and couldn't fall back asleep. Julie eagerly used her talented mouth to bring him respite from his sleepless quandary and then snuggled him back to sleep.

Mrs. Jones called Ned the next morning. Transports were backing up. Was Julie showing enough progress to cut the week short so Ned could attend to his other responsibilities? Ned said he would check that out today and let her know tomorrow. No 9 arrived completely nude with breakfast and linens. Ned wondered how much brainstorming it had taken the students to design that outfit? No 9 worked efficiently but Ned did not find full nudity coy and enticing. Ned would feedback that viewpoint for incorporation in the Academy's poise curriculum. No 9 departed untouched by the pair and left Ned and Julie to their labors. 

"Julie, today we will go through the entire routine without machines and I will give you the real -live feedback you requested." After browsing on the breakfast tray, they retired to the Yoga space.

A few stretches and poses, then mutual genital stimulus preceded the test pose. Ned was seated in lotus position with Julie in his lap, her ankles crossed behind his butt. Locked in this embrace, Ned's nose was buried in Julie's soft fragrant hair, Ned's solid cock was buried in Julie's snatch and Julie's stiff nipples were trying to bury themselves in Ned's chest.

As Julie curled her toes to increase the pressure, Ned felt a vaginal muscle clinch the base of his cock and then it relaxed. Another clinched him mid-shaft and then it relaxed. A third pulsed once just beneath the crown and a fourth exerted a downward expulsion impetus over the sloped tip. A moment passed before Ned felt the clinch at his base again followed by the pulse slowly walking up his length.

The time between pulse groups shortened and the pulse rhythm quickened. Ned could feel Julie breathing harder and her modest breasts stirred Julie's sweat between their chests. Ned gritted his teeth and held on wanting to see how long Julie could continue. She barely outlasted him as his cum rocketed out. His cries were joined by ecstatic moaning from a worked-out Julie.

Ned stroked Julie's back and she unclasped her arms and legs falling sideways exhausted to the mat. Ned helped her onto the massage table and after she had recovered some, he asked her to use her hands to identify the exterior pleasure points on her own body while he watched. She started on her head and proceeded down pointing out every spot she could remember. She lifted into a sit and completed the survey down her mid-section and legs. Ned lowered her onto her back and let her nap on the table. 

A barely business suited No 10 brought lunch. She stooped and bent over while preparing the service, revealing a bare crotch under her very short wool pencil skirt. Her extraordinary boobs wobbled beneath the loose sheer blouse. Ned played boss and secretary with her while Julie napped. No 10 squatted between his legs, giving Ned a full view of her unfettered cleavage while lapping his hard cock with her cat like tongue. Julie awoke to find the scene being staged. Ned ordered her over and she helped No 10 boob-job Ned until he shot all over No 10's tits. No 10 departed after serving them the light lunch and removing the cart. Ned had made No 10 leave her blouse open and witnessed his cum dribble through her cleavage and down her torso. After lunch, Ned told Julie her massage and vaginal skills were fine and they could move 'oral' up the schedule. 

They started blowjob practice with Ned standing and Julie kneeling, then with him sitting with her kneeling, then finally with Ned prone on the massage table where Julie spent ages heating his passions before relieving his pent-up sexual pressure into her mouth. 

The coaching had been effective and was now complete. Ned was satisfied with Julie's capacities and discussed them with her. 

"Julie, if you exert yourself hard at your evaluation assessment, I have no doubt you will get the highest scores this Academy has ever seen." 

Julie nodded, understanding that the coaching tune-up was complete. She retrieved her top and bottom from the closet.

Gratefully, Julie stood in front of Ned wearing the same teal string bikini she wore when he had arrived earlier that week. She reached for his shoulders and drew his mouth to hers for an extended tongue lashed kiss. She pulled back, but not far and stared into Ned's eyes. 

"I can't tell you what this means to me. I couldn't stand the thought of leaving the Total Woman Academy before being absolutely perfect. I want one card from each attending pledge contributor at my senior banquet. Thank you...Thank you...Thank you." 

Julie did not move. Ned's face flushed. His fingers plucked loose her bikini ties and each half joined the other on the floor. He pulled back to reach down and verify the oiliness of her cunt. Then he pulled her back in as they executed another tongue filled kiss. He palmed her butt, lifted and walked her straddled body to the bed and hopped in with her beneath him. The bed bounced once and then many times again for an hour as Ned rode her saddle and pumped away. This was not training; it was Thank You and Goodbye. Julie rolled her hips and rhythmically clenched her pussy. Ned curled his toes, rolled back his eyes and cried out his pleasure one last time with Julie. 




Total Woman Academy 10



When Ned regained his senses, he was laying on his back on the bed. Standing alongside as he lay recovering, Julie leaned over and kissed the tip of his flaccid cock. Julie picked up her thong bikini set and, standing naked in her heels at the doorway, blew Ned a kiss and a whispered Thank You as she appreciatively departed the coaching suite for the first time after four days of a superb coaching tune-up session.



Total Woman Academy 11



Krista looked up from her computer. Her office atop the high-rise headquarters of her business had a great downtown view. She paused to scan the skyline. She was knee deep in things to do: hedging the commodities market to control a key rare earth metal, reviewing and rejecting another buyout offer, re-arranging her schedule to attend an emergency Total Woman Academy board meeting. Her office door opened without a knock and she turned to confront the intruder. She heard "Got time for a quickie?" and her heart skipped a beat. 

Sheldon, the love of her life, stood there grinning. She rose and approached him saying "I'm sorry, not now, too many snags today." As she drew near, Sheldon couldn't decide which view was better, the skyline or Krista's cleavage. He settled for Krista's bountiful cleavage. In addition to those assets, Krista owned a piece of his company and all of his heart. Krista's finger stroked his cheek as she kissed him. Sheldon's groin tingled as Krista hugged her softness to him. She trapped his earlobe lightly in her teeth and her lips whispered "tonight" in his ear. 

Five years ago Krista hardly noticed his presence in a room but Sheldon thanked all the gods for that day this Total Woman had stepped into his life. He turned to leave her to her corporate responsibilities and called over his shoulder "I meant a quick lunch but I like your idea better."

Krista was a golden woman, an indefinite blend of European, Asian and African heritage. Her bronze skin, black hair and almond eyes exuded exotic radiance. She had graduated from Total Woman Academy with a degree in Chemical Engineering. She followed that with an MBA and then law school after which she passed the bar exam first time. Krista was a brilliant Total Woman. She interned at a law firm, and then was a junior associate, then an associate within a few years. A partnership should be hers shortly.

She met Sheldon in his role as a prime intellectual asset for a high tech company. Her employer represented the counter-party. They were negotiating a patent dispute, her specialty. Krista would have been a key player by her own credentials. But she used her superior intellect and her Academy trained skills to subtly, but absolutely, dominate the meeting, resulting in a resolution favorable to her client. The counter-party's young scientist/engineer approached her after the meeting. Sheldon had discovered a break-through battery technology that would revolutionize the electric vehicle industry and wanted Krista to file the patent.

That was when the trouble started. Sheldon's employer sued him, relying on their standard employment agreement wherein all patents became the property of the employer. Krista scrutinized the pre-employment agreement and found a change had been incorporated and initialed. It read "(remove-initialed: AA SB) all patents for work performed ^entirely^ (add-initialed: AA SB) at the company facilities". Sheldon had documentation showing that he had done substantial work at his home, i.e., not 'entirely at the company facilities'. Krista handled the negotiations, employing her acquired distractive charms and ended with a favorable settlement agreement. The company formed a subsidiary and shared ownership with Sheldon. Sheldon was ecstatic at the news. He had other technical ideas to patent. Sheldon retained Krista as his permanent personal attorney. Krista handled Sheldon's part of the inevitable IPO and his green-mail stock raid afterwards that surreptitiously purchased control of the entire new company. Sheldon gave Krista 20% ownership in the company as compensation for her brilliant legal work. 

After that, Sheldon and Krista had dinner and drinks occasionally with the usual flirtations but Sheldon was no Casanova. Sheldon was neither an athlete nor a nerd. He was a technical genius in love with science. However, by now, Krista had selected Sheldon as her lifelong mate and began Operation Captive Heart.

By and by Sheldon invited Krista to accompany him to the islands for an industry conference he was attending. This was Krista's opportunity to move her plan forward. They checked into a two bedroom suite at a luxury beach front resort. Settling in to the rooms, Krista claimed weariness and asked Sheldon if a room service evening meal was okay. Sheldon, absorbed in some technical reading, agreed since that would give him free time to review the conference agenda and technical submittals.

Sheldon was still reading when Krista called to him to dinner. Room service had delivered a candle-lit dinner onto their private balcony. Sheldon lurched to a halt. Krista stood in a silvery mid thigh strapless cocktail dress which was struggling mightily to encase her magnificent form. Sheldon forgot the technical submittals. Seated opposite Krista, Sheldon ate the food and drank the view across the table. Krista glided around the table and handed him a champagne flute. Sheldon gazed up at her as she clinked his glass and said "Congratulations on your successes and your generosity to me. I haven't thanked you properly for all the good you have brought into my life." 

Sheldon choked out a "Me neither". She leaned over and kissed his trembling lips. Krista took Sheldon's hand and led him inside to her side of the suite.

Her moonlit bedroom was the perfect stage. Krista pretended trouble with the dress's zipper and Sheldon was surprisingly smooth when he reached around her and helped. Her unrestrained breasts fell into his view. His unrestrained hands rose to caress the nipples. She loosed his shirt and pants, pleased to discover that Sheldon's brain was not his only plus-sized organ. She fondled it gently as she finalized her disrobement of the scientist. Kneeling in heels and panties, Krista kissed, sucked and swallowed the cockhead, tonguing the area beneath the crown. Sheldon's knees gave way and he fell back onto the bed lightheaded. She stayed with him, locked in lust, not releasing his tool from her mouth and continuing the stimulation. Krista heard his breathing quicken and slowly backed him out of her opening. "We have all night, let's try something different." She climbed up and over his legs and boosted him onto the middle of the bed. 

She lay next to him and began kissing him in special places. He was hard as a rock. Sliding up and over him, this time from the side, she sat on his pelvis, raised her own and placed him. A few progressive strokes and she had him lodged to the root. Krista felt his tip thump her cervix, he was that long. Sheldon rolled her sideways, still joined at the groin. He lay over her, took control and pumped like an engine. Her hips rocked and rolled, her muscles clamped down and her slick tube stroked his rod as she gave Sheldon her all. Sheldon responded with his all, flowing into her as she clutched his chest to her boobs.

Krista now lay next to Sheldon who stared at the ceiling as she stirred his sweaty chest with an index finger. She finger walked down his abdomen to laze figure 8's on his prick. Sheldon tensed and grunted, more like a sharp moan. He was hard and Krista slid her soft fingers around and around until he peaked and softened again. Krista took him by the hand to the bathroom and the ready garden tub. Sheldon lay back as Krista rubbed away his worries with soap slickened breasts. She rinsed away his cares with gentle sponges. Sheldon stared at her nude beauty the entire time. He had never found any woman that made him feel this content and relaxed. And this was the same woman who had helped to make him rich. Sheldon knew there was no one else for him. The weekend saw room service delivering every meal to their room. Other than twice making love in the morning standing on the balcony, they never felt direct sunlight.

On the final morning before the flight, Sheldon realized he had missed every conference session. Just as well. He would have spent most of the time heckling and arguing with the presenters, whose papers he found scientifically laughable. Why correct their errors and increase his company's competition? Why crush them intellectually in public when he could crush them commercially in the marketplace? And he wanted this Total Woman by his side for the rest of his life. 

MINUTES OF THE TOTAL WOMAN ACADEMY BOARD OF DIRECTORS

The Meeting was called to order by the Chairwoman. Formal Reading of last meeting's minutes which had been distributed to the board members was waved and approved unanimously.

COMMITTEE REPORTS:

Safety & Security

No security incidents. Senior Move was successful and uneventful. The old senior facility location was compromised by its use for the Senior Banquet. Donations to appropriate officials squelched any repercussions.

Scholarship & Education

Mrs. Smith, as senior housemother, reported that several coaching tune-ups had taken place with satisfactory results. One involved temporary easing of the discretion rules but produced indications that seniors, and some juniors, were aided by live male contact as part of their poise development. The committee would investigate its practicality and report back to the Board.

Building & Grounds

Recent events suggested that residence housing and coaching suites at the three lower class level facilities would be beneficial. New facility designs would be produced incorporating these features for the next round of facility moves. 

Finances, Alumni Fund & Pledge Contributions

An off-facility soiree by an advanced junior had garnered a substantial pledge contribution but skirted the moral edge of prostitution. Soiree guidelines needed to be reviewed and updated to address these situations in consultation with the Safety & Security and Scholarship & Education committees. 

The Alumni Fund was flush with cash as more and more alumni were giving back in gratitude for the life changing Total Woman education they had received. A recent endowment included 5% ownership of an innovative automotive parts manufacturer that had recently gone IPO. Funds were available for the newly planned lower level facilities.

OLD BUSINESS:

Replacement/addition of two Evaluation Assessors: The search continues with TWA Security performing background checks on several candidates. 

Disposal of old senior facility by auction or private sale: Auctioneers engaged and advertising commenced. Auction scheduled for next month.

NEW BUSINESS

Investigation of a Master/Graduate level academy: 

Mrs. Smith suggested the Scholarship & Education and Buildings & Grounds committees investigate the potential for a graduate level facility for recent graduates and transfers from outside college campuses.

There being no more business, the meeting was adjourned.



Total Woman Academy 12



Ned and Mrs. Jones walked through the newest Total Woman Academy facility. The post-graduate facility would be used for returning graduates and training of undergraduate staff. It included the same fixtures, furnishings and accoutrements of the senior facility except for the guest residence which was unnecessary.

The common rooms included enlarged dining, exercise, yoga and massage areas. Each suite included garden tub and opened onto the pool and sundeck. The rooms were soundproofed to help isolate them from the each other and the rest of the building.

The committee report urged that offsite soirees for senior students with pledge contributors be discontinued. Public displays outside safety and security of the guarded facility were too risky. Pledge contributors had new options: individual or small group rendezvous with volunteer seniors at the post-graduate facility, small group gatherings with other pledge contributors and graduates, attendance at Academy sponsored events like the senior banquet.

The post-graduate banquet event would be held at this facility with the past year's seniors returning for the event. They would explore whether the pledge contributors who had not offered them a card would be interested in reconsidering. 

Limousines arrived and disgorged pledge contributors in tuxedos. Recent graduates had arrived earlier and occupied their individual suites. Wearing masquerade costumes to conceal their identities, they greeted the masked and tuxedoed pledge contributor guests in the large ballroom. They wore the same type of waist placard medallion with career major and cumulated poise score. Their neck medallion number corresponded with their suite number. The graduates circulated the room in conversation and, when interested, gave a pledge contributor a one of their three tokens with their number. Following dinner and dancing, the graduates retired to their suites to await enticed guests. 

Lexie waited in her suite wearing her revealing cat suit costume. She hoped one of her choices would join her there. A chime sounded when one of her tokens was inserted in the room door lock. Lexie granted her visitor electronic entry. A masked and tuxedoed gentleman entered. The door would reject another token until Lexie reset it. Lexie thought her visitor looked familiar but all the pledge contributors were unrecognizable wearing masks and tuxedos. 

The gentleman stood silently and, with palms downward, motioned her to her hand and knees. Lexie crawled to him like a cat, rubbed against his legs and purred. He touched her head, put his fingers under her chin and guided her upwards. In her heels, she easily stood face to face with his mask. He reached out and removed her mask. It would impede her next step. She reached to do the same for him but he stopped her. His fingers loosed the tabs on her minimal cat suit and it fell away to expose her beautiful body. Leaving the mask alone, Lexie worked carefully to remove the gentleman's tux. The job was lessened when she discovered he wore no briefs. Standing in his shirt, he motioned her downward again. She was faced with his cock. She had accumulated much training and experience applicable to this situation and knew what to do. She swallowed the prick and sucked it deep. The gentleman popped so quickly it surprised her.

She led him to the bed, lay down and the gentleman mounted her without preliminaries. His recent spend did not slow him down. The bed bounced to their rhythm and the gentleman took longer and she came with him this time. They retired to the bathroom and Lexie used warm towels to clean him. At that point, the mask slipped and, to her amazement, she recognized the gentleman as her company department vice president. He smiled. "I convinced one of your choices to trade. I have dreamed of fucking you ever since you were hired. Company policy prevented me from acting on my desires. You have fulfilled my every hope. Next week, you be offered a lateral promotion out of my department and, if you want, we can continue our relationship openly."

Her soon-to-be ex-manager turned to leave but Lexie tackled him from behind and practically dragged him to bed. He had her answer and spent the night in orgasmic bliss. The door lock wasn't reset until noon the next day when they finally stopped from hunger and dehydration.

The following week, Lexie was summoned to the company president's office. Her department vice-president had approved a transfer for Lexie to a lateral position in a different department. The company president reviewed her file and said "I am inclined to reject this transfer. It is not in the best interests of the company to have you working at that level. The current department head will not like you coming in to his department from elsewhere. And that is the problem. Your current success outshines his and I think you should be rewarded with more than a lateral transfer. I am more inclined to promote you to head of that department. Do you think you can achieve better results with what is now a poorly motivated team?" Lexie accepted the challenge.

When she was settled into her new corner office, she called her former department head and arranged a rendezvous for that evening to celebrate. She was now free to develop a relationship with him. Both Lexie and he were apparently being groomed for executive level management and Lexie intended to get there under her own credentials. All is fair in love and war. Let the games begin.



Total Woman Academy 13 Redux



Minutes of the Total Woman Academy Board of Directors Quarterly Meeting

1. Krista, the Chairwoman, called the meeting of the Total Woman Academy Board of Directors to order. 

2. Attendance was taken and recorded showing that all four house-mothers, Krista and three other alumni were present. 

3. All attendees confirmed the accuracy of the previous quarter's meeting minutes which were approved. 

4. The treasurer's report was again superb with alumni legacy funds, fantasy request subscriptions, catalog sales, pledge contributor ward scholarships and graduate internship matching grants all exceeding revenue projections.

5. Discussion:

a. Upgrades to the senior facility incorporating guest coach tutor suites and alumni guest lecturers classrooms have been completed. Recent events suggested that residence housing and coaching suites at the three lower class level facilities would be beneficial. Housemothers will seek cost estimates for the upgraded facility design and construction.

b. Ms. Smith, as senior housemother, reported that several advanced coaching tune-ups had taken place with satisfactory results. One involved temporary easing of the discretion rules but produced indications that seniors, and some juniors, would be aided in poise polishing through increased live male contact. Two additional full time Evaluation Assessors will be recruited with TWA Security performing background checks on the candidates. 

c. The board considered a proposal to increase senior student familiarity with divergent male egos and anatomy beyond the constancy of the resident coach tutors. Ms. Smith is authorized to create a limited attendance event for selected Pledge Contributors called Freewill Weekend. The students and male guests would be allowed spontaneous in-house trysts as their whims decreed. One weekend per quarter is authorized.

d. A well-connected pledge contributor has requested that his Executive Assistant Graduate Internship program be moved from probationary to permanent program status. Most of the Board members are familiar with the elder gentleman from their business circles. They noted his long-time mentorship of many successful pledge contributors. He was also notable for his kind and generous nature. His request was approved.

6. Krista thanked all attendees for their valuable contributions to the Total Woman Academy and its Board of Directors.

7. The meeting was adjourned until next quarter.

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Misty was soaring in the throes of a smashing orgasm. Her delicate Asian eyes were clenched shut in an ecstatic grimace. Her teeth bit down on a captured index knuckle, her free hand seized hard on a crinkled nipple beneath the layers of her haute culture business suit. One of Willy's hands was cupping her pussy beneath the short rucked-up skirt; his long finger thrust inside her cunt, the coarse pad rubbing tenaciously on Misty's G-spot. His other powerful arm enfolded her petite shoulders, holding her quivering body safe and secure against his torso in the backseat of his limousine.

Willy watched her emotions blaze. He had cherished this little woman ever since he had met her over a year ago. Misty had been the lead off candidate in the senior interviews for his firm's Executive Assistant Graduate Internship. He was smitten by her intelligence, beauty and poise. She had struggled to take even half his prick in her eager mouth but her pliable cunt fit snug and cozy over the full length of his rampant cock. The following two candidates never had a chance for consideration.

Misty had accepted his offer of a yearlong graduate internship. He had entrusted her with a portion of his investment portfolio to shepherd and enlarge. His other three Executive Assistant Graduate Interns were churning out impressive gains from their similar allocations. Misty was inspired by their achievements to follow suit. Willy enjoyed sex and money in abundance.

Willy had an instinct for nurturing talent. His early investment career had taken off quickly. Willy saw the potential in clever young entrepreneurs like Krista and her husband Sheldon. Willy never took more than a minority stake or preferred shares in any startup venture, leaving plenty of incentive for the owners to make it work and make all the owners rich. Krista had been a masterful business negotiator next to the brilliant engineer she had married. Willy rode along as the pair used his money to grow their wealth. He was satisfied with his fair share. With moderate investments spread across scores of similar successes, Willy was well set for a comfortable living.

His love life was another matter. His first and only marriage ended soon after college and had left the workaholic Willy sour on the institution. Commitment-phobia troubled his subsequent casual flings and the women always drifted away to more certain relationships.

Krista was again his sage lifesaver. She used her connections at TWA to arrange special care for her bachelor friend and benefactor. She helped Willy launch a different kind of start-up: the Executive Assistant Graduate Internship program. It was a wild win-win for all involved. The selected TWA graduates got an unprecedented launch into the business world. Willy got the carnal care he deserved and the Academy got Willy's financial appreciation.

Willy was generous with his graduate interns. In exchange for a year of their professional and personal fidelity, the special employees received liberal salaries, luxurious paid housing and a lavish clothing allowance. Willy expected them to be dressed Executive Assistant classy at all times, day or night. Misty had a closet full of swanky shoes to complement her chic business suits, risqué evening wear and spicy lingerie. The beautiful bevy of interns performed their duties 24/7. Willy rotated them through a four day schedule with no holiday or weekend breaks. He studied their detailed financial accounts during the day, listened to their innovative investment strategies during the evening and fucked their vivacious bodies at will.

Misty had stopped trembling and slumped against his side. Willy looked upon the passing scenery outside the towncar. Sadly, the road trip was nearing its end. Sadder still, Misty's 12-month tenure was also ending. But there was a profitable rosy glow on the horizon for Misty and Willy.

Through work, she had built rapport with an up-and-coming young factory manager in China. Smitten from just their Skype conversations, he had arrived in America unannounced. Misty had been true to her fidelity internship pledge with Willy. She kept the unexpected social interchange platonic, arousing the forlorn fella's ardor even higher. Misty promised her budding paramour that she would visit Asia soon and Willy had encouraged the connection. Misty and the lust-torn man could well be his next pot of gold, much like Krista and Sheldon and his other speculations.

Misty felt the hum of the car tires on the road and the warmth of Willy's arms hugging her comfortably. She uncurled her toes, clenched within one pair of her fabulous collection of high heels. She gave a cleansing sigh of contentment. She looked up at Willy's mature face: the bald palate, smug smile and symmetric wrinkle lines that gave him the doting grandfather resemblance. Willy was aged in years but not in vigor. His distinguished looks belied the robust loads of sperm he shot into her mouth or womb every time they copulated.

Willy's finger still filled her cunt. She felt it wiggle. Willy's smile cocked mischievously. He knew she was ready and they had time to crank out one more for her. Willy achieved another manual wind up and again Misty rode out her wild gyrations safe in Willy's arms. Her loud ecstatic howl resonated inside the compartment as they rode through the gates of the Total Woman Academy.

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The chauffeur opened the rear door for Willy. A flirty sundress clad Brooke was waiting with a helping hand as he uncurled from the leather backseat. Brooke spied the attractive girl lolling inside: languid, splay-legged, tousled hair and sporting a telltale blush. Brooke recognized her look of exhausted satisfaction. Over her junior and senior semesters, several coach tutors had manhandled Brooke into a similar series of satisfying stupors.

Willy heaved himself out but poked his grinning head back inside the car for parting instructions to his travel-mate.

"Thank you for coming, Misty. I hope you enjoyed the ride. Pick me up in three days and I will accompany you to the airport for our final farewell. I want one last crack at the tempest of life and love you intend to shower on that lust-besotted rookie tycoon in China." Misty's head nodded its reverent concurrence. Willy stepped back. 

Turning towards his hostess, Willy's arm was encircled by Brooke's boob-filled hug. She planted a welcoming kiss on his cheek and wriggled her body against his in 'hello'. Willy beamed brighter as Brooke guided him towards the front entrance. She was pulling him away from past and future concerns and towards his current affairs. Willy could see that Brooke exhibited the instincts of an effective Executive Assistant and he made a mental note to follow up. Then his contemplations turned towards the hallowed halls before him.

Lacking children of his own, Willy was still fascinated when his pledge contributor peers related ribald tales of licentious sex with their daughters' friends and classmates at the Academy. They participated in the random pairing rosters with the full knowledge that, at times, their unintended sex-mates were their actual daughters and even granddaughters. The gentlemen were much too much of a gentleman to deny the hand of fate.

Brooke's breasts squishing his arm reminded him of her Breast Cancer Awareness contributions. Willy had begun that rowdy fundraiser by placing the initial high bid which preceded his semi-public disrobing of Brooke. He looked forward to similar playful activity over the next days with Brooke's friends and school chums. Alas, the interviews would not include a return excursion into Brooke's ultimate intimacies.

Brooke entered the pool deck with her weekend trustee in hand. Small groups of topless students clustered around the few guest coach tutors attending Free Will Weekend. Brooke steered Willy to the only man-free trio. The waiting ladies courteously rose for a formal greeting and introduction.

"Ladies... this is Willy. Willy, this is Michaela... Moori... Maureen."

Willy took his time greeting each in turn. Michaela, the long wavy haired brunette, was the tallest; her lithe figure was well displayed in only a thong bikini bottom. She giggled as Willy extended his hand; pulling and planting it on her butt cheek instead. She moved close and buzzed his cheeks with bijou kisses. She lingered on the second side kiss, whispering.

"I am very pleased to meet you, sir. I look forward to my interview and hope you like my responses."

Michaela giggled again as she pulled back into an attentive stance.

Moori stepped to the front. This time, Willy left his hands at his sides. Moori was Afro-American with dark brown tones and shoulder sweeping jerry curls. Willy mentally pronounced her 'full-bodied'. That did not mean stout; it meant athletic. Every curve and hillock on her statuesque figure was refined with smooth gleaming skin stretched over toned cheekbones, abs, thighs and biceps. Willy stared at her full breasts. There were grand round orbs and capped with large bumpy nipples. Moori noted his point of focus; it was the same with all the men who had seen her boobs naked. She took his hands and cupped them under her tits.

"It's okay to touch, squeeze and play as much as you want. I'm used to it; actually I like it very much. We are going to play lots of sexy games and have enormous fun."

Willy gave each fun-bag a quick cuddle. There would be plenty of time later for comprehensive exploration and detailing. It would be unseemly to proceed so far into the interview while others were waiting.

Finally, there was Maureen. She was a rose tinted masterpiece of shoulder length waves of red hair, bright red lips, big brown eyes and endearing freckles. The spotty tinctures varied in color and quantity from nose to toes. Her man-trapping facets: face, ass and tits were paler and headlined the remaining arrangement. Her mouthwatering perfect breasts confirmed her nubile wholesomeness. 

Willy held out both hands and clasped Maureen's in a platonic greeting. It didn't last. She shuffled their bodies together and tilted her head, tickling his nose with her wavy red locks. She kissed his exposed neck beneath his ear and Willy felt a tingle in his penile tip. 

'Damn', Willy thought, 'she is really good at this and we have only just met.'

Maureen pulled back enough to express her verbal greeting and confirmed in Willy's dazzled eyes that her first move at been fruitful. Brooke interrupted the eye-locked rapture.

"Okay, girls, that's enough for an introduction; now let's get down to business. Loser of the first round of rock-paper-scissors gets last interview. Second round determines first and second. Ready, go..."

Michaela and Moori threw 'paper'; Maureen threw 'rock'. She stepped aside, accepting her fate to become Willy's last interview of the weekend.

Michaela and Moori both threw 'scissors' next, then they both threw 'rock'. On the third try, Michaela let out a whoop as her 'scissors' finally cut the tie past Moori's 'paper'. Michaela snatched at Willy's hand, intending to tow him immediately to the waiting suite and begin the interview process forthwith. Brooke had to restrain her enthusiasm.

"Michaela, calm down, sweetie... go on ahead and prepare yourself and the interview suite. I will bring Willy by directly after we three arrange the follow-up schedule." 

Michaela stood undecided, processing Brooke's instructions. The laughing Brooke flapped the back of her hand in dismissal. 

"Shoo, you little sex-bomb, Willy will be there soon enough. Go get ready." 

Michaela perked up and bounced off towards the main building and the interview suite. Brooke got the rest seated for a strategy session.

"Willy, you asked for full day interviews. Do you want the whole 24 hours and plunge right into the next interview? Or fewer hours and some rest and recuperation time in between?"

Willy chose 24-hour sessions with the stipulation that the girls would facilitate his refractions as needed before, during and after interview phases.

"Do you want us to rotate into the same interview suite or prepare separate rooms for the second and third interviews?"

"Different rooms, please. But I want Brooke to be my escort between the sessions."

Brooke agreed. There was a discussion of room service menus and tidying up activities before Brooke adjourned the semi-formal meeting and stood. Willy took her hand and she led him towards the waiting Michaela and his first interview.

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Brooke escorted Willy into his first interview. The room was a standard guest suite. Some of the smaller furniture had been rearranged aside to make room for the baby grand piano set in the center. The large bed and recliner were the only other fixtures that dominated the space. Wall mirrors magnified the light; their reflections giving the room a larger feel.

Willy was still dressed in street clothes. Brooke leisurely disrobed him, substituting a silk-lined loose robe with waist tie. Willy impeded the change-of-clothes process as his hands actively sought out her boobs. He poked into the loose arm openings of her sundress to fluff her tits. He fiddled with the front buttons, trying to reveal more cleavage and an errant nipple, if chance was with him. Brooke took it all in stride. In good humor, she finally unfastened her top and let it hang inverted from her belt. Willy reprised his role at the soiree and lovingly played with her tits as Brooke continued his change of wardrobe.

Brooke playfully pushed Willy back into the recliner. She replaced her top and noted Willy's mischievous pout of disappointment.

"There, there, old man... Michaela will be along shortly to give you her own show." Brooke leaned in one more time and gave Willy a deep affectionate kiss before taking her leave. Willy waited in comfort for Michaela. He didn't have to wait long.

The door opened and Michaela entered Willy's interview space. Her appearance was magnificent. She was dressed in concert soloist splendor, the blue taffeta gown perfect for any concert hall. Below the waist, the floor-length gown was a sophisticated canopy of billowing fabric. Above the waist, her body shone with beauty. The gown was backless with dual strategic front drapes from the neck clasp to the waist band. When she walked, the translucent fabric loosely covered her breasts, flapping gently against the firm nubile cones peaked with darker pointier pips. Willy sat up taller in the lounger.

She acknowledged Willy's presence with a furtive smile that radiated through her distinct stage makeup. Her plush lips were fire engine red. The eye makeup was dark and elongated, mimicking a raccoon mask. Her brown hair was pulled into a severely tight top bun, completely baring her neck and temple. Thin silver hoops traversed the distance below her earlobes, tapping her collar bone in stride. A black velvet chocker banded her throat.

At the piano, she seated herself with care, guarding the splay of her billowing skirt. Adjusting her position to the foot pedals and keyboard, she perched her fingers at the ivory tableau before giving Willy an even brighter inquisitive smile. He nodded for her to proceed.

Michaela played. First was a light tune, a gaily fingered air conjuring up thoughts of budding spring flowers with flittering butterflies. One could imagine toddler children dashing among the new verdant life on a quest of discover in the world of their own backyards. Michaela finished with a flourish of sharp notes high on the keyboard.

The next piece was complicated. It combined light notes with mid-range chords. The song was like the changing summer weather with sunny tunes and intermittent stormy overtones. It was a sequence of glee and glum repeated over and over again.

Michaela followed that with a sobering melody. It began with a lively tempo, suggesting the hurried pace of a seasonal harvest, quick stepping first through high notes before gradually descending the scale. The midrange keys were a slower beat echoing shorter days and tiresome labors. The final chords were basal, descending to a faded energy.

Michaela paused to observe Willy's reaction to her piano recital. Willy was staring hungrily at her. He was sitting still but obviously aroused. Despite his calm exterior, his juices were bubbling inside. Willy's cock was tumescent and lolled through the gap between flaps of his lounge garment. He was stiff but not fully rigid. 

Michaela had not spoken, flourished her body or touched him physically. Her main communication had been the music. She had used one instrument to manipulate his emotions. 

Michaela had lightened his mood with the springy introduction. She had simmered his curiosity with the cyclical summery piece. He had fallen into a fever for her during the third sonata. Now she paused and Willy was anxious for her to show him more. Michaela was about to remedy that situation.

Willy expected her to doff the top covering her tits before her concluding piano presentation. She did not. She leaned left on the keyboard and began playing a dirge-like sorrowful song, resonant of winter's gloomy grip. The chords were heavy. Willy felt his blood in his cock vein beating to the tempo of the slow thick notes. The weighty knob rose off his leg and was presently a vertical pillar of thick flesh. Willy gripped the chair arms, fearing that touching his erection would set off his ejaculation. He knew there was more to Michaela's plan and he wanted to see her run its course. Michaela wound the song down to its dead conclusion and rested her hands in her lap. A cleansing breath preceded her next move.




Total Woman Academy 13 Redux



Michaela slinked off the piano bench and posed on all fours facing Willy. She crawled step by step towards his chair. The distance was short but she moved slowly. Willy spread his knees in welcome, still not daring to let go of the chair arms. She stopped and kneeled up directly between his thighs.

Michaela's masterful fingers grazed his prick. She was careful to touch only with her finger pads. She pressed and tapped in finger groups of one and many, as if touching a keyboard or fingering a flute. No strokes or caresses, no palms or grasps, just touches, everywhere.

Willy watched the woman's fingers work his penis. Michaela's nipples hinted beneath her still in-place translucent covers. Her lips were still and her eyes watched her fingers work their magic. Willy's breathing had been deep when she started and was almost raspy now as he approached his high. When his grunts and butt rose to their high point, she stared into Willy's eyes, anticipating his virile torrent.

She held him like an oboe, all ten digits cradling the fleshy tube. His initial volleys furrowed across her closed lips, her eyelids and cheeks. The last bulky drops splatted against her cleavage and sprayed onto the glamorous outfit. She remained in place as he shrank, letting him survey his cum arrayed across her face and chest. Willy's cleansing breath signaled the end of this phase of the interview.

Michaela preened. She returned from the bathroom still clothed. Willy attended her, removing the gown, still noticeably splattered with his inaugural cum of the day. He hung it respectfully. They retired for some needed bed rest.

After a nap and a wakeup missionary romp, they spooned naked in a sitting pose; Willy's back to the headboard braced on pillows, Michaela leaning back on his chest. She was extolling him on her love of sensual art: passionate music, ribald shows and risqué self-portraits. Her business investment idea incorporated stage performance acts. She proposed a franchise of private participatory theatres worldwide directed toward exclusive wealthy clientele like the pledge contributors of TWA. 

Michaela used her e-Tablet to present Willy with her Value Proposition for the venture. Her Performa Income Statement showed attractive profits. For her Marketing portion she became her own erotic spokes-model and had prepared appropriate illustrations of the stage acts she recommended. She scrolled through her portfolio of salacious selfies on the digital screen. The portfolio ranged from graceful glamour to edgy pornography. Whenever a particular scene caught Willy's fancy, he nuzzled her neck while emitting a subdued growl of lust, much like her target theatre audience might. She always giggled as she copied his preference to a montage album for him to keep and remember her by. 

Willy would view the keepsake collection later. At the moment he was forming his personal carnal memoirs of her delightful body. His cock was ensconced between her soft warm ass cheeks and his hands lazily fondled her boobs and inner thighs. The focal points of nipples and clitoris were not ignored. Soon, Michaela sensed his cock pressing between her ass cheeks. Laying the e-Tablet aside, she wiggled up and straddled his groin. She used her fingers to press his erection into the folds of her vulva lips. Her index and long finger tips stirred against his urethra slit and the spot beneath his corona. Her cunt flesh sensuous jogged along his shaft. Michaela used her groin and hand to massaging the rod. This was a new experience for Willy.

Michaela felt Willy's prick intensify, mimicking prior lovers' responses to her featured feat; her warm vaginal lips and fingers wetly snuggled her man. Without halting her hip strokes, she twisted her free arm back, circled his neck and whispered into Willy's ear to close his eyes. She captured his lips in a deep kiss, holding the suction, trapping his breath. Willy's mind flicked through the erotic photos that Michaela had just montaged. He pictured himself participating in her projected carnal compendium while in reality, he was swaddled between Michaela's warm body and the puffy pillows, their lips pressed in passion, his cock carefully stroked. Willy's ardor rose; he abandoned the controlled caresses on Michaela's body and hugged her tight, crushing her tits in tight handful grips. At the peak, Willy's orgasm washed across his body as he discharged into her cupped palm between their legs. Michaela suckled his face and cradled his cock, letting him descend slowly back to the material world. She would tend to her handful of ejaculate later, saving the satin sheets from stains..

Willy fucked her several more times that night: cowgirl, side saddle and spoon. He used her mouth for kissing only. Should Michaela win the internship, they would consecrate her achievement in traditional style. Michaela would swallow Willy's shaft and cum during her welcome-aboard deep-throat.

Brooke appeared late morning after they had thoroughly enjoyed each other and a room service brunch. Michaela presented Willy with the gift-wrapped cum-stained gown and his favorites in a photo collection as souvenirs of their meeting before taking her leave with a rousing deep farewell kiss.

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Ms. Smith had executed the TWA Board of Directors orders and introduced quarterly Freewill Weekends at the senior facility. Conforming to the intent of freewill engagements, the seniors were allowed to opt-out if they so desired. None did. It was always a full class roster.

Upon rendering an application fee, pledge contributors were confirmed as appropriate guests by TWA Security and allowed to bid on weekend slots. The available male slots were limited to half the number of female student attendees. The highest bidders were granted access to the facility Friday night, all day Saturday and up to noon on Sunday. They were allowed unlimited mutual consenting hook ups with participating female students throughout the weekend. They were expected to make the rounds, limiting their time with any one female and offer their expertise broadly to the student bodies.

A Friday night formal soiree started it off. The great room was alive with conversation and flirting between the formally dressed men and elegantly dressed girls. As the night wore on, the crowd diminished as seductive pairs left for rendezvous in the guest suites. Not all of the women could be accommodated by the guests at once and the remaining students vowed to even things up over the coming days.

On Saturday morning, guests and students drifted from their suites onto the pool deck. The students wore as little as possible, often nothing, trying to capture the next male's attention and a sought after liaison. The guest pledge contributors tried to disguise their curiosity but the displays were too much to ignore.

Steven walked along the pool deck surveying the smorgasbord of flesh. He stopped close to a lounge chair where a senior with eyes closed was listening to class lectures through her earphones. She had avoided a swimsuit's interference to her studious concentration. Steven decided she was going to get sunburned. He stooped to retrieve the lotion bottle and began liberally applying the lotion to the student's peaked and sloped chest. She gave a start from her repose and sat-up.

"What are you doing?!" she demanded.

Steven grinned and held the lotion bottle aloft for her to see.

"I saw you lying here and thought I could help with your sunscreen." 

Her face was cross and her tone stern.

"It's Freewill Weekend! You should have asked first! Now, I don't want your help. Please go away and leave me alone." 

Stung by her rebuke, Steven drifted away. The student returned to her audio studies.

Ned witnessed the interaction from a distance and thought of calling security but decided that he would investigate the situation first. He walked over and recognized the student; she was No. 7 from his lengthy session with Julie. Ned couldn't forget her tight-butt bikini-model figure delivering room service during the tune-up.

"Are you alright?" he asked.

"Yes, just some jerk that pawed me. I know how to do amazing things for an entitled male. But this weekend, we are equals and I won't be grabbed. He should have asked first."

Ned nodded his head and said "Okay, I'm asking." 

Former No 7 raised her head and queried "What are you asking?" 

"May I help you liberally apply sunscreen and then lead you to my coach tutor suite? There I will ardently remove the sunscreen before appreciating, as your acceptable mate, the pleasure of those amazing things you boasted of." 

"That sounds splendid. And I'm so pleased to meet you again, Ned. My name is Mary. Yes, you can help me with the sunscreen whenever and however you wish."

Mary returned to her prone position, turned on her recordings and listened to her poise refresher lessons. She closed her eyes and hinted a smug smile, prompted by the taped lecture of the amazing things she wanted to do for Ned.

Ned bent to his task. Coating his hands, he applied a layer to her breasts and then left that area. He rubbed and massaged the oils into her neck, limp arms, legs and feet. He burnished her toes and rose again up her legs, squeezing handfuls of tense skin and muscle until her legs lay loose and dormant on the lounge. Moving higher, Ned cupped his hands around Mary's slick hairless pubis, then palmed large sweeps around her lower abdomen. Ned moved to her chest. He formed both thumbs and index fingers into a circle around the base of her mammary cones. He pulled along her skin until his encircling fingers slipped off the top of her nipples. He alternated with the other breast, back and forth. Mary's head began to bob slightly and a smile curved her lips.

Ned stopped the breast massage and Mary opened her eyes. She carried her palm across her torso, gathering oily wetness and ran her hand up the open pant leg of Ned's shorts. She found the prize and used her thumb and index finger to massage lubricated strokes along the length of his shaft. Ned moaned. It was time to move to stage two of the application and removal routine. 

Ned held his hand as invitation for Mary to rise from the lounge. She removed her hand from inside his shorts and clasped his offered hand as she lifted herself to stand next to him. Their slippery fingers intertwined and an aroused Ned led an aroused Mary to his residential coach tutor suite. They practically floated down the pathway and across his boudoir's threshold. 

After months of sexual drought, Mary was ready to take a long drink of Ned. She stood where he stopped her mid-room. She was ready, willing and able, covered in an oily sheen, waiting for Ned's cue to their next move. Ned let her wait naked and sheened as he wandered into the bathroom. He started the shower and returned to the main room to retrieve his willing Freewill Weekend mate.

Ned was captivated by Mary. Today would not be coaching tune-up work or evaluation assessment but simple pleasure generated by the sensual friction between two lovers. Ned could relax and enjoy rather than measure and appraise. 

Under the pulsating nozzle, Ned wiped his soapy hands all over Mary. She stood moot allowing him another stint of total access, from scalp to soles of feet. For the next hour, the aroused couple aroused each other even more. Ned washed, rinsed and repeated until Mary was clean of oil and glowing with heat. Alternately, she washed Ned's hair with a scalp massage, washed his back then reached around and washed Ned's chest as her wet boobs mashed into his back. She tickled Ned's nipples. She cradled his dick and balls as she washed them thoroughly. She kneeled to cleanse Ned's legs and feet. She turned Ned's by the hips and came face to face with the beautiful object of her desire.

Mary kissed the tip, tongued the slit and drew Ned's length in and out and in and out. Her lips recreated the cock-filled hand rings employed on the pool deck not so long ago. Ned stared at the ceiling and thought of... nothing. No evaluations, no tests, no grades, no reports; just the enjoyment of the sensations Mary was producing on his oral embedded cock. Without warning, Ned took hold of her wet head and stopped her bobbing. He lifted her into a long wet kiss, closed off the shower flow and stepped out into the main bath space. Drawing her out, Ned held and hugged Mary's wet body to his chest as he sustained their lust with another wet kiss.

Walking hand in hand to the bed, Ned picked Mary up and laid her gently on the sheets. She lifted her knees and parted her thighs. Ned cruised her whole body, from foot to head, leaving a trail of kisses in his wake. When Ned finally kneeled his hips between her thighs, Mary reached down and placed him, opening her legs wider in invitation. Ned rapped politely at the gates of joy and she answered his knock. When Mary rolled her hips upward, Ned leaned forward and her pussy lips softly enveloped his tip. Ned pushed and retreated, pushed farther and retreated less until he was balls deep inside her cunt. Long smooth strokes, shorter bursts, long reverberating strokes. Mary wiggled and rotated her hips until Ned's nob had touched every possible point inside her vagina. His weight was compressing her boobs; she was rubbing the back of Ned's head when she felt a familiar tingle run up her spine. Another more insistent tinkle followed. The third once bounced off her brain and smashed back into her groin. Mary cried out in orgasm.

Ned luxuriated in the warm wetness encompassing his meaty rod. Mary's movements had affected every last nerve on his cock. Her cry of ecstasy nearly brought his release but he held back, wanting it harder, stronger and bigger. Ned rested his weight on her body as she swooned down from her mind-numbing peak. She regained her presence in the room. As she breathed easier, Ned began the dance again. Mary clutched him as the heat returned almost at once. She peaked again and Ned stopped again. The last time was slow and gentle and when Mary achieved the summit a third time, Ned plunged over the edge with her, ejaculating his essence.

Ned lay collapsed again in Mary's saddle. She had either fainted or was resting motionless. He pulled back and laid his head sideways on her breasts, using them as a pillow while he recovered his senses. He could feel or hear her heartbeat. He closed his eyes and his mind drifted away to a sleepy place.

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A quiet nearby rhythm beat the background ambiance as they slumbered. In the suite next door, Steven watched Mimi's generous boobs gyrate in time with her bouncing butt. His stiffness was vertical within her upright vagina. 

After Mary had called him out on his brazen behavior, Steven had gone to the other side of the deck and sat at a pool side umbrella table. He had tried to follow the rules but apparently, even with the 2:1 ratio in his favor, there were unspoken limits to be placed on his presumptuousness.

Meanwhile, from across the water, a young woman watched the solo Steven slump into his forlorn seat. She was surprised to see such a fine looking gentleman sitting alone. Indeed, such a find was fortuitous for her poise edification. The resident coach tutors gave her suitable consideration and she had learned well how to use her vivid charms to spawn their manly growls, howls and copious ejaculations. But the Freewill Weekend offered extra-curricular hook ups and the odds were 2:1 against her for reaping the growth possibilities. To her disappointment and frustration, she had struck out the night before. She was determined to get her fair share of the action. She slunk into the pool quietly and paddled stealthily beneath the surface to his side of the pool.

Steven's ruminations were abruptly interrupted when a blond head burst above the waves next to his poolside table.

"Hello, sir. My name's Mimi. Want some company?" she asked.

Steven's cautions went up. 'Watch your manners this time' he thought.

"Yes, young lady, that would be nice."

His new acquaintance gaily popped up on the deck wearing only her skimpy bikini bottoms and took the chaise across from him. Wanting to be a gentleman, Steven found a ready beach towel and offered it to her. She accepted it with style and fluffed her drenched hair, shrewdly shaking her body with vigor. Steven was dazzled by the large quaking mounds on her chest; the errant pool water made silvery rivulets are they drained off her shoulder length matted tresses and down her body. Her hips and tummy were full but firm. His groin stiffened as he started a polite conversation. 

He inquired about her studies, her interests and general current events. Mimi was very intelligent, obviously beautiful and poised enough to have advanced to senior level at the Total Woman Academy. Hoping against hope, he broached the subject of her joining him in his guest suite for further discourse. Without hesitation, Mimi stood, signaling her acceptance. She took Steven's hand and gazed up at his face waiting his direction. Steven set off and led the way; Mimi skipping perkily behind.

In the room, Mary simply removed her bikini bottom, undressed Steven and politely invited him to lie on the bed. After asking for and gaining his permission, she employed her cleavage, hands and mouth to get him fully ready. Seeing her stud raring at the gate, Mimi slid beside him and spread her thighs, summoning him to her waiting pussy. Steven graciously complied with her unspoken appeal. After much pleasant thrusting, Mimi locked his hips against hers and the conjoined couple rolled over to saddle Mimi upright on her stallion. She galloped in true cowgirl spirit, racing Steven through the sexual steeples and vaulting him over the erotic hurdles before they triumphantly crossed the finish line. She collapsed forward contented; he hugged her instinctively, mentally cantering in his post-orgasmic trance.

Steven came out of the daze with Mimi's soft chest pressed into his, her soft breathing swelling and decreasing her lush body that he clutched in his arms. His manly white nectar trickled from Mimi, dribbled over his scrotum and wetted the sheets. No bother; he expected to make more stains. Mimi was his play toy to fool around with for the rest of the morning. 

Steven reflected on his recent lesson. He had learned the rewards for being a perfect gentleman while visiting the Total Woman Academy Freewill Weekend.

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Brooke delighted Willy with idle banter as she escorted him across the campus to his second interview. Moori waited in the appointed suite. There was the expected bed but also several small game tables scattered about the room. Moori wore an ensemble of blouse, skirt, hose and heels. The white blouse covered a bright red bra that supported her generous boobs alluringly and the V- neck exposed ample cleavage that caught Willy's eye. Brooke pecked his cheek goodbye and left him to his task.

Willy was a bit disappointed that Moori was fully clothed. He had forgone playing freely with her fun-bags at their poolside introduction. He intended to catch-up on lost opportunities. He was impatient to dig inside her outfit and find his mammary toys. Willy strode the room quickly but Moori checked his advance by ushering him to a seat at one of the game tables. "Let's have some fun," she said.

She shuffled a deck of cards and they played 7-card stud strip poker. Either Moori was a terrible player or a gifted card shark. Willy won three out of every four hands. With each loss, Moori slinked out of another piece of fashion. On her occasional wins, she helped Willy divest a garment. The game ended with the gamblers seated naked across the table from each other.

Willy watched Moori's boobs jostle as she rose and led him to another table. The chess set was black and white, matching their inverse skin shades. The game was intense but, in the end, the black king was cornered and conquered. Naked ebony Moori rose from her chair and straddled Willy's lap. She pressed her forehead to his and looked deep in his eyes.




Total Woman Academy 13 Redux



"So what happens to the captured queen when her king is defeated by checkmate?"

Willy's longed for opportunity had arrived. He cupped and fondled Moori's accessible breasts. The orbs felt good in his hands, warm and pliant. The nipples were already swelling beneath his touch. 

"The winning king checks her out and mates her" replied Willy.

"I like that end-game. It sounds like fun."

Moori's breasts were very amenable to tit-play. She smiled, closed her eyes and moaned encouragement. Willy was accommodating to her entreaties. His hands became more active, squeezing harder, pinching and rolling her popped up nubs. Moori's moans deepened. She sensed Willy's standing pole brushing her tummy.

"Is my king ready to celebrate his victory?"

Willy's reply was a harder squeeze on her boobs. Moori rose to make alignment and fell down on his staff of conquest. Willy's arms circled her torso and Moori danced her supplicant's dance. She crushed and rolled her breasts into his chest. Her slick warm vagina rocked and slid on his cock. Moori acknowledged her capitulation through her body in motion. Willy found Moori was really, really good at ceding carnal tribute.

The young woman in Willy's arms smelled fresh, her jerry-curled hair tickled his nose and her sighs tickled his male ego. He was entranced with her beauty, her stamina and her fun-loving demeanor. It all combined to bring Willy to a natural high.

Moori listened for signs of Willy's peak. He seemed happy with her presence and she timed her orgasm to match his, feeling the warm juice jet into her womb as her own contractions helped to milk it out.

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They cuddled naked in bed, sitting against the headboard. Moori relaxed in Willy's lap, comfortable in his encircling arms as she described her Investment Value Proposition. 

Although she had played table top games with Willy, she was a video gaming freak. She wanted to develop a portfolio of online sexual games and competitions. The home interface kits would include interconnected cock sleeves, vaginal probes and nipple clamps. An array of online erotic games would include scenarios and Avatar roles for scoring rewards, delivering penalties and allowing anonymous subscribers to mutually satisfy each other anywhere globally. 

How would she develop the software and equipment?

Moori would recruit suitable programmers with the right skills and equipment and use motion capture technologies to jump start the anima-graphics. As the primary female performer, she would spend a few months with the male programmers recording volatile sex scenes in dozens of scenarios. Avatars could later mimic desired ethnic shades, shapes and languages. Post production editing would generate hundreds of menu selections for custom made sequences.

Through her studies at TWA, Moori was very knowledgeable about male and female erogenous anatomy. She would also recruit equipment engineers to design the body attachments. She intended to be intimately immersed with her engineers in the research and development of the private in-home physical interfaces.

Online subscribers using the custom designed in-home equipment could stimulate themselves or their online partners interactively using almost any fantasy at will. 

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Willy asked Moori about her background. He lazily buffed her nipples with his fingertips and kneaded her fun-bags as he listened to her saga.

Moori had been raised in the South, the oldest daughter of a fire-and-brimstone preacher. Her father was strict with Moori and her sisters. His religion banned dancing, teenaged dating and seemingly any kind of fun. Respect and etiquette were taught with a heavy hand.

Her mother was empathetic but ineffective in harmonizing adolescence curiosity with the stern rules of the household. When a full scholarship to a mysterious boarding academy inexplicably materialized, Moori begged her father for permission to take up the offer. He refused. It was the one time Moori's mother stood her ground against him. Moori's father threatened to disown her; she enrolled in the Total Woman Academy anyway. Her disconsolate but stoic mother maintained furtive contact but basically Moori was abandoned to her fate. And her fate could not have been brighter.

Total Woman Academy became the benevolent home she had been denied. She was fascinated with the concept of 'fun', activities undertaken simply for amusements sake. She adored her new friends and schoolmates. She embraced the new life-style and unique schoolwork. The topless rules of freshman year worked in her favor. She was medium tall and full figured. The other girls cheered her on as the physical regimen transformed her into near perfect hourglass proportions.

Freshmen studied basic poise. Moori mastered the anatomical and tactile fundamentals of human sensuality. A trio of coach tutors collaborated on her lessons. They taught her stimulation of her feminine erogenous zones. She was thereby introduced to an amazing sensation called orgasm. She was an apt student thereafter, curious about all things erotic. Moori used her hands and cleavage to produce their male ejaculations. She experienced the many types of female orgasms at the hands of the coach tutors. They carefully followed the TWA rules for freshmen females: no oral or vaginal penetration. Moori entered her sophomore year technically a virgin.

The senior most of the coach tutors was awarded the honor. On her first encounter of the sophomore semester, the privileged man relieved Moori of her maidenhead. The other coach tutors followed his penetration precedent and, over the scholastic year, Moori absorbed their frequent poise lessons with enthusiasm. Her instructors noted the exceptional sensitivity of her nipples. Moori described for them how the jolts bounced from her tits to her clitoris and back again with increasing intensity. By rough treatment on her tits and nipples, the coach tutors drove her to grander orgasmic crests. Her sexual appetites grew.

It was the junior year's oral practices that really set Moori on fire. She spent uncountable hours with her three exclusive coach tutors swallowing cock and cum until she owned the fellatio arts. By the end of the year, she was fully versed on TWA's basic compendium of manual, vaginal and oral techniques destined to please herself and her man.

Senior year was spent on Moori polishing her poise performances. Early on, the coach tutors schooled her in orgasm control. She learned to expedite, synchronize or delay her own orgasms to meet the penchants of her sex-mate. Early in her tutorials, the trainers openly stated their requests. As her skills grew, Moori learned to study her cock-wielding mate for body signs of his preferences and churned out her orgasms with spot-on timing.

Soon into her senior year, Ms. Smith decided Moori was overdue for some male variety. Her entire masculine experience since puberty had been her three TWA coach tutors. 

Ms. Smith arranged some sleep-over playdates with obliging pledge contributors. The powerful men showed Moori their favorite ways in which men and women share pleasure in bed. Wasting time on sleep was not one of them. 

Moori was absolutely giddy afterwards as she described to her classmates the different tastes, textures and techniques discovered during her astonishing one-night stands.

Her first outsider had met her in her room. She was dressed for the schoolgirl game: pigtails, midriff tied white blouse, scanty plaid skirt, saddle shoes with lace trimmed stockings. The man snickered evilly; Moori lost her smile. The man advanced; she retreated and darted away when he pounced. They scrambled over the furniture playing catch-me-catch-me. The man grasped her shirt tail and proclaimed his triumph. She yipped her fright and wiggled fiercely. She let the blouse rip off rather than be captured. Her naked boobs bounced freely as the hunter and prey sprang about the room. 

The man shed pieces of his clothes as fast as he could between desperate lunges for her fertile flesh. His erection bobbed from his groin, waggling its menace as he sprinted after his prize. Moori's plaid skirt followed the blouse to the floor when he got a firm grasp. She slipped away again, almost nude except for her shoes and socks. 

Trapped in a corner, the naked schoolgirl finally felt the man capture her about the waist. He plopped her on the carpet, shoved her knees wide and drove his ready erection deep in her moist core. Moori squirmed and writhed in a pretense of escape, swiping her boobs against his chest and dragging her cunt lips along his cock, adding to her captor's excitement. Her fake protests were belied by her crossed ankles, holding his hips tight and keeping his sperm-teeming erection deeply seated in her womb. It wasn't long before he was cumming like a fire hose and wailing like a fire siren. As they lay recovering their breath from the tremendous climax, Moori snickered and the man joined in the laughter. It had been a really fun game.

Another man had exploited her intense sensitivity to oral stimulation and then ascertained her orgasm control. He expertly swiped his rough tongue on alternate areolae, sending strong tingles to her cunt. She requested permission to cum on the nipple caress which he denied. Moving to her groin, he licked at her clitoris until she thought she would explode from holding back her autonomic response. 

"Please...?" she whimpered.

"Wait for me... " he replied.

Moori clenched her eyes, jaw, hands, toes and thighs in her efforts to control the impulses. Her man repositioned his body onto her saddle and poked his cock knob at her vaginal lips. Moori was beside herself with sexual angst.

"Please... now? " she begged.

"Wait for me... " he repeated. 

He pressed and pushed the rubbery bulb deeper and deeper until he was fully seated. Moori's blushed boobs burnished his chest and her wet warm membranes buffed his corona. The length and rhythm of his thrusts accelerated with his growing zeal. His pubic bone thumped her enflamed cunt lips with every deep hammer thrust. Moori was going out of her mind.

"Oh, God, sir... please..." she moaned. He relented as he reached his own peak.

"Yes" he growled. "Now!!" 

He flooded her womb with his ejaculate. He felt Moori's vagina clamp down harder on his rod as her body went rigid. Moori hugged him so tight during her extended ecstasy that later her arms ached from the over-exertions. When their minds cleared, they shared little fondles to sustain the pleasant afterglow. The man granted her moderate admiration for her budding orgasm control. She would get better with extra practice. 

The man allowed Moori some immediate extra practice and they continued throughout that remaining night, breaking off now and then so that Moori could lovingly kiss and suck the root of her pleasure.

Thereafter, Ms. Smith dismissed Moori from the constraints of exclusive coach tutor engagements. Moori became the friskiest belle of the ball at the fall, winter and spring Freewill Weekends, garnering the maximum possible hook ups each time. Twice, she received the weekend's 'most orgasms by a companion' honor. Now nearing graduation, she was competing for Willy's Executive Assistant internship program.

Willy surveyed the soft, luscious beauty settled loosely in his fondling embrace. He asked a very pertinent question: Given her new-found sexual awakening, would she be able to survive the year of one-sided monogamy with him?

Moori paused only a moment before responding: Considering the financial and spiritual wealth to be gained during that year, she could commit to the arrangement. If Willy would take a chance on her, she would take a chance on him. She was assured every fourth day with Willy and, after all, she was the class champion for 'most orgasms by a companion'.

Willy found that last argument very compelling. He nuzzled Moori's cheek and she turned for a kiss. That was the start of night-long intimate games that consumed their remaining time together. Moori backed up her boast of generating the most orgasms in a companion all through that night.

In the morning, Brooke arrived to disentangle the exhausted lovers and prepare Willy for his final interview.

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The quarterly Freewill Weekends were an unmitigated success for all concerned. The rumored delights proffered by the girls and the sexual tutelage rendered by the men substantially amplified the bids for the limited number of guest slots available. 

Karl was a regular attendee and recognized for his stern and rugged conduct towards his selected hookups. It was a trait that Ms. Smith thought would be useful if applied regularly within the curriculum. She approached Karl with a proposition: would he be interested in donating a few months of his time each year to the Total Woman Academy as a resident coach tutor? 

Karl was intrigued. It would require that he undergo a more extensive background check and comprehensive medical exams before the full array of his duties could be delineated. And there was no monetary compensation but Karl was known as a person of independent means. Karl agreed and acquiesced to the examinations. 

After months of a thorough battery of exams and checks, Ms. Smith briefed Karl on the Evaluation Assessors training program and his ultimate responsibilities. With that meeting of the minds confirmed and a formal personal services contract executed, Ms. Smith welcomed Karl to immediately begin his month of Evaluation Assessor training.

It started with a week of classroom sessions where Karl learned sexual and sensual anatomy. He learned how the training and testing mechanical devices worked. He was briefed on all safety and security regulations and was cautioned that rule violators suffered severe consequences.

The second week was spent learning the freshman curriculum of exterior sensuality. An expert graduate named Emily spent all week showing Karl practical applications of the freshman courses. She would rub him a certain way and repeat it with a twist until he could perceive the tiniest variation. Sensory points, sensual massage and erotic bathing were the topics practiced each day. Emily's duty hours were 24/7. Long days of hard training were interspersed with long nights of soft relaxation. Emily used her full repertoire to relieve the stress of Karl's mental and physical scholastics. Karl was grateful for her help.

During week two, Angelina took over the training duties. Employing standing, sitting and prone positions, face forward and face reversed, she demonstrated the different sensations of vaginal sex. Each position used clamping, vertical and lateral hip shifts; pelvis rolls combined with strokes long and short, fast and slow until Karl could differentiate a good technique from bad. Angelina soothed his hard worked mind and body every night.

The third week Karl spent with Brooke, an oral expert. She used her sensuous mouth, lips and tongue in every way she knew to demonstrate kissing, caressing and fellatio. Karl quickly became familiar with sensual variances required for his evaluation assessment duties. Brooke took Karl to the outdoor hot tub nightly for seemingly endless fucking in the bubbly water under the starry skies.

Now Karl waited in the coaching suite for his own evaluation assessment to determine if he was mentally organized and nerve system sensitive enough to properly perform his learned evaluation techniques. The door opened and two naked females carrying clipboards entered the coaching suite. From his prone position on a low massage table, Karl tracked the two lovely lasses as they sashayed about the room, verifying that the test paraphernalia was ready for use. One of the naked students gave the introductions as she stood at his side.

"Good morning, Karl. My name Is Flora and this is Fawn. As you can see we are twins. We are highly adept at controlled performances in the full Total Woman curriculum. We will each perform the same test step on you but one will purposefully perform incorrectly. You will tell us which performed correctly, that is, which gave you the better sensuality and pleasure. 

"You can see that I have an ankle bracelet on my right leg and Fawn has the same type of bracelet on her left leg. That should help if you need to identify the tester."

Flora leaned over and placed her lips sweetly on Karl. Flora moved aside and Fawn repeated the kiss. Karl got the idea and opined that Fawn's lips sliding sideways along his mouth was better. The twins exclaimed together "Correct!"

They in turn kissed the numerous erogenous areas about his body, as Karl made his choices and the twins quietly recorded his selections on their clipboards. Karl rolled on his stomach and the muscle massage took some time as they alternated, repeating each manipulation as Karl made his decisions and the twins kept records. The face-up deep tissue massage was followed by the sensuous massage stopping short of ejaculation.

The technique test trio retired to the bathroom and the garden tub. It was large enough for Karl to lie in the center with a twin partially submerged on either side. They alternately washed and caressed Karl while he made his selections. Again they stopped short of Karl's seminal emission.

Returning to the massage table, the twins took multiple turns mounting an erect Karl and interchangeably gave him vaginal strokes, clamping, side to side, back and forth and hip rolls. Karl found some techniques hard to distinguish between the testers but made the close calls hoping he was choosing correctly per the twins intentions.

The final activities were oral. Each twin gave Karl a full blowjob and Karl was required to critique the individual parts. One twin performed licking better than sucking; the other stroking better than tonguing and Karl dissected the routines for their individual sub-scores.

The twins huddled apart from Karl, consulted their clipboard notes and discussed conclusions in whispered tones. Karl was throbbing; he didn't know how much longer he could accept their feminine attentions without exploding in a geyser of sperm. He hoped they were preparing his final act and granting him relief. Nodding in agreement with each other, they returned to the naked prone Karl. This time, the other twin, Fawn, spoke for the nubile pair of proctors.

"Well, Karl, congratulations, it looks like you get a passing score." 

The examination trio celebrated with high-fives all around before the twins headed for the door. Karl looked down on his rock hard cock which had been stimulated but not satisfied all day. He was nearly in tears as his voice combined frustration with surprise.

"Are you going to leave me like this?" 

The grinning twins bade small coy waves as they opened the door and left. Before the door latched, it swung open again and his tutors Emily, Angelina and Brooke strode in. Over the next few hours, they took turns bringing Karl to numerous finales. Eventually Karl's balls were drained and he could only give dry shudders during orgasm. They all moved to the pool-deck hot-tub and splashed, played and exchanged passions until the wee hours of the morning. 

As Karl lay exhausted on the deck beside the hot-tub, Emily, then Angelina, then Brooke captured Karl's earlobe in a gentle bite and whispered "Welcome Aboard" before returning to their rooms and leaving Karl on the deck to rest and recuperate.

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Brooke opened the door and stepped aside in the hallway to usher Willy to his final interview.

The suite was more ballroom than bedroom. There was a large side area with wood parquetted flooring and the adjacent wall was fully mirrored from floor to ceiling, corner to corner. The few fixtures included a parlor sofa and upholstered chairs bracketing a Persian rug littered with large velvet lounge pillows. 




Total Woman Academy 13 Redux



Willy's interviewee, Maureen, was seated sidesaddle on one of the pillows. Her umber red hair was done up in a gathered bun with a riot of curls escaping the bundle. She was dressed in a pretty ball gown with the skirt fanned past her bent knees, leaving her calves and heels displayed. She retained her seated position as she invited Willy to the upholstered chair within her arms' reach. 

Willy acceded to her request. Maureen leaned over and looked up at Willy from just beyond his knees.

"Good afternoon, sir. May I sing for you?"

"Yes, please" said her one-gentleman-audience. Soft background music filtered through the air. Maureen's sweet voice swelled into a low slow harmony. Willy was lolled by its timbre and grace. He relaxed back and peacefully surveyed the beauty at his feet.

Maureen was dressed in a modest gown; her face and unassertive cleavage were frosted with light freckles. The gown was sleeveless and her lithe arms shared the freckled tinctures. She had throttled back the bright makeup that Willy had seen poolside. Her brown eyes held his serene gaze. His tranquil mind absorbed her sweet voice. Her song ended with her hand brushing his inner thigh.

"Did you like that, Willy?"

"Very much" he sighed. Maureen shuffled closer. Would he like another? Absolutely, he responded.

Her next song was a bit livelier. And the next one after that was a cover of a rock-and-roll love ballad without the heavy bass tones. Willy was tapping his foot in time with her rendition.

"Let's dance" she suggested. Willy stood and helped her up. In her heels, she matched his height. She offered her raised arms and they took a ballroom pose on the dance floor. A graceful waltz started it off, followed by a rumba and a merengue. Maureen proved to be a virtuoso at dancing, just as she was at singing. She followed Willy's lead, covered for his missteps and made him feel more accomplished than he really was.

Maureen paced them down into an amateur 1-2-3 step. As they held close, she nibbled Willy's earlobe, sending electric tingles to his cock tip. Willy pulled her hair clips and buried his face in the perfumed tresses shrouding her neck. He felt her body warmth all along his front. They broke off the standing foreplay and tumbled gently into the welcoming floor pillows.

The kissed and cuddled. They found convenient zippers: Maureen's dress and Willy's fly. Maureen drew off Willy's shirt and her exposed breasts pressed his exposed chest. The dress hem rose and the lovers shifted their way into interwoven coitus. The kissing never really stopped but resumed its former fervor now that the genital coupling was underway. Willy deeply probed both wet orifices. Maureen received his tongue and cock blissfully. Willy erupted inside her and Maureen cuddled him through the afterglow.

The paramours stayed locked together but shuffled into a pillow buoyed sidesaddle. Willy flicked at Maureen's perky nubs; she fingered the back of his neck, his ears and answered his queries in a singsong whisper.

She loved music and dance. She had sung in church chorales and little stage events like state fairs and high school recitals. Covert beauty procurers had persuaded her to take a full scholarship at Total Woman Academy. She had embraced dancercise as her freshman physical regimen and that became her second love. The coach trainers drilled her in the standard carnal curriculum but encouraged her to incorporate song and dance into her foreplay designs. She used flow and tone to foment the male's lusty appetites before he feasted on her carnal charms. She had become a prodigy of the arousal arts. Willy was quick to concur. Before she could move to the topic, Willy told her about his investment value proposition that he wanted her to consider undertaking.

"My dear, would you be interested in pursuing music copyrights as an intellectual property portfolio? There are some very wealthy investors in music copyrights. They accumulate them slowly from bankrupt or deceased artists, their heirs or estate sales. The music user pays a copyright royalty every time a song is used in a commercial advertisement or sporting event. It would be very lucrative to get advice from someone with your talents for deciphering valuable music from the gibberish."

Maureen liked the idea. Willy pinched her nipples in joy and asked for more examples of her oral endowments.

Maureen softly recited a love poem. It was really just lyrics from a classic hard rock anthem where the words were normally unintelligible when drowned by the discordant instrument noise. Then she started a low Irish lullaby. Willy's heart and soul melted into the pillows. He hugged her torso and rested his head against her soft breasts. It was the same tune Willy's mother had sung to him as a boy whenever he was sad, sick or bruised by petty troubles. He closed his eyes and felt the reverberations in her chest as she sang. Tears formed in his eyes; it was so peaceful and serene. 

The song ended. He requested another, and then another until he drifted off to sleep holding her lovely bare breasts to his cheek. In the night, he awoke groggy to a wet slurping noise and sensation that indicated Maureen was suckling his cock. He felt exhausted from his physical and emotional exertions throughout the three days of interviews. But he let her play, admiring another of her oral talents. He rewarded her efforts with cum and fell back to sleep.

Willy awoke to a faint lit room and reached for the softness of Maureen. He found only empty pillows in his grasp. He was being shaken gently by Brooke who had come to gather him for his meeting with Ms. Smith and his exit from the interview weekend. Willy let Brooke handle the departure procedures. She joined him in the bubble bath, at last letting him get reacquainted formally with her slippery boobs. Her expert hand-job ended the playtime. She dried and dressed him for his journey home.

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Willy loitered in the lobby, perusing the student award plaques and portraits of past housemothers. He let his chauffer wait outside while he concluded his business with Ms. Smith and the Total Woman Academy. Ms. Smith drew silently to his side and Willy sensed rather than saw or heard her presence. Without breaking his gaze, he spoke aside to her.

"Good morning, Ms. Smith. Thank you for hosting another lovely interview weekend. It has been both wonderful and challenging. All of the candidates proved worthy of TWA's well-earned reputation. I have come to a most difficult decision.

"Michaela would be an excellent choice. Her trim body would be a delightful addition to my special office staff. And her investment proposal seemed very promising.

"Moori was cuddly to hold, a talented sex-mate and her joy of life with its ecstatic moments very memorable. Even now, I can't stop thinking about the fun and profits we might share.

"Ah, but, Maureen... That is another story and I want that story to continue. I want to offer her this quarter's Executive Assistant Graduate Intern position. How soon would she be available to start her duties?"

Ms. Smith lauded her concurrence to his selection.

"I think you have made an excellent choice, Willy. I will inform her of your selection. Maureen has finished all of her final exams and is ready to leave us. I only ask that you allow her to return for the formal graduation ceremonies with the rest of her class. Otherwise, she can start immediately if you wish."

"Yes, please... right away will be very good. Her predecessor in the position is leaving today. Please send Maureen to my office tomorrow morning for her induction ritual. Formal office attire is required which include the usual access simplicities and lingerie omissions."

Ms. Smith promised to see to everything. With business concluded, Wily walked away to his limousine.

The chauffer held the rear door as Willy carefully ducked inside. Misty was within, dressed for her upcoming long flights to China and her anticipated reunion with her factory manager paramour. She wore her chic powder blue travel suit with a silky high collar white top. The overlying blazer had one button. The matching pencil skirt was very short, barely long enough to fit below her seated snug ass. She wore no hose over her plush toned legs; her feet were adorned with sensible strappy red heels. Her long black hair hung clean and neat; the bangs were exactly eyebrow length, freshly trimmed. Muted eye shadow and light red lipstick highlighted her face with its prominent cheekbones and elongated eyes. 

Willy saw that Misty's expression was solemn. She had greatly enjoyed her year of service as his Executive Assistant Graduate Intern and was sad to see it end. Willy was also a little melancholy about her leaving but knew Misty's emerging future would unfold happily with her promising new love interest. Willy would benefit from their combined energies sustaining a profitable investment.

For Willy, it was part of his chosen life-style. The finest women imaginable cycled smoothly through his hands and his bed, an extraordinary arrangement that he fought to keep at emotional arm's distance. So it was that during Misty's limousine shuttle to the airport, he would take his final goodbye and good luck suck-and-fuck from this woman with the talented tongue and snug little cunt. 'Let the farewells begin' he thought.

With a sneer grin, he wrapped his hand behind her neck and drew her face to his crotch. Her hands worked quickly to unzip and free his cock. Her lips opened and she tasted the real Willy one last time. Willy let her slurp his erection as he watched her head bob and her uncovered thighs gyrate in time on the leather seat beside him. He would soon thrust his stimulated cock into her tight pussy nestled between those talented legs. He intended to honor her womb with his personal award of a parting gift. 

As he lay back, his eyes closed. Delighting in Misty's divine duties, his mind wandered to a nigh future scene. Therein, Maureen was being inaugurated into his internship program, her red-haired head bobbing dream-like in his lap in lieu of the black-haired one at present. His erection got extra hard at that thought. It was time to reposition Misty for seated penetration and close out this chapter before turning the page.

He pulled Misty's head up by the hair. She rose and wiped back the strands cascading her face. She scrambled aboard his lap, pulling her tight hemmed skirt high enough to clear her crotch as she eased aside her panties. His cock plunged deep in her cunt.

Soon enough, Willy jetted into Misty his very personal adieu. She preened Willy before kissing him fondly one last time. He dropped her at the airport and then headed homeward to prepare a proper reception for Maureen, Misty's successor as his Executive Assistant Graduate Intern.

The Wheel of Life continued to turn for this Special Pledge Contributor of the Total Woman Academy.

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Total Woman Academy 14



Nadia entered the office building atrium through the rotating doors.  Her heels clicked on the marble floor as she strode to the reception desk.  Her fitted business suit was an expensive charcoal grey pinstripe with knee length skirt.  Her hair shone in the sunlight.  

"I have an interview appointment with the vice president of corporate relations, Mr. Black."  The security guard checked his list and asked Nadia for identification.  She leaned over and fumbled in her shoulder sling portfolio.  The guard got a grand view of mountains of creamy cleavage down the unbuttoned top of her silky blouse.  She caught him peeking when she stood.  Verifying her identity, the guard directed her to the bank of elevators.

On the ride up she checked her appearance in the mirrored elevator walls.  She thought she looked appropriately business like as well as attractively distracting.  That was good.  Her education at the Total Woman Academy had primed her for this potential job.  With a degree in Computer Engineering, she had worked for several software developers, as programmer and sales representative.  A headhunter had contacted her about a highly lucrative position with a major specialty software firm.   The position was titled Client Retention Professional.  Unbeknownst to her, the headhunter was a subsidiary of TWA Security.

She exited the elevator and walked to the receptionist seated in the lobby.  She said that Nadia was expected and that Mr. Black was ready to see her.

After the usual pleasantries, Mr. Black offered her a cushioned wooden visitor's seat in the casual area of the office.  He sat directly across a low coffee table on a couch.  Mr. Black had reviewed her credentials that had been presented by the headhunter and found her training and experience to be more than ample to the task.  He now found her beauty to be more than ample to the position.  He wanted to explore whether her poise was ample to the expected pressure.  Placing her resume on the low table between them, Mr. Black began.

Black:  "Why do you want this particular job?"

Nadia:  "I think this job will develop my career and business assets.  This firm gives me more opportunities for advancement to the top."  And Nadia thought: From the look of advanced firmness in your pants, I think you want an opportunity to view my developed assets from a top position.

Black:  "What special qualifications do you bring?"

Nadia:  "I am summa cum laude in Computer Engineering with extensive experience handling special production software." And she thought: I am also an expert in special poise knowledge and have extensive experience handling special hard-ware and its productions.

Black:  "Are you good in pressure situations?"

Nadia:  "I can handle hard conditions that I encounter.  My associates comment on how we finish with good outcomes.  I bounce into action and relieve working pressure with poise." And she thought: My favorite chore is to handle hard conditions.  My bouncy encounters finish with a release of pressure and an outcome of semen.

Black:  "Can you suck up to a customer's ego as necessary?  Even the wimps?"

Nadia:  "I can be the perfect hostess or guest to anyone, even the wimps.  I am willing to pull out the stops to please our software's users."  And she thought: I can suck up, down, around and over any guest with confidence.  I know how to pull, stroke and rub as they whimper "Don't Stop".

Black:  "Are you able to travel on a moment's notice?" 

Nadia:  "My schedule can be is very flexible and accommodating." And thinking: After years of yoga, my body is more flexible and accommodating than you can imagine.

Black: "Where do you see yourself five years from now?  How will you fit in?"

Nadia said: "I hope the company will recognize my talents and provide fitting promotions and compensations." And thinking: I see myself fitted over the cock of a talented rising-star executive at one of your company's clients or competitors.

During, the interview, Nadia frequently leaned forward to highlight points on her resume.  Whenever she did, Mr. Black got a good view of her cleavage almost to the highlighted points.  She would lean back and re-cross her legs, flashing him a shot all the way to her flesh colored thong.  Mr. Black didn't want the interview to ever end but he had other appointments.

"Would you like to continue the interview process later?"  The usual fumbled pass.  

Nadia deflected it by saying that further talk was useless.   "Let me show you what I can do."  That perked Mr. Black's interest.    "Give me your toughest client who is declining to renew their annual software maintenance contract with your company.  If I retain the account, I keep that client in my portfolio and get all future sales commissions.  Deal?"  Mr. Black agreed and gave her a file for a robotic manufacturing firm which maked parts for aerospace vehicles.  

Mr. Black escorted her to the elevator.  He shook her hand and held its soft warmth uncomfortably long.  "I hope you are successful.  I look forward to more opportunities for you to show me what you can do."   She smiled and turned into the elevator and the doors closed.  

Fucking Toad!  Total Woman Academy had ingrained in her the philosophy of NEVER fishing in the company pond.  Even without those values, this pathetic looser named Black wasn't getting closer than arm's reach of her body.


Nadia entered the lobby of the factory and was escorted to the factory manager's office.  Mr. Locke greeted her and now regretted his decision to slough off this meeting to his head of production.  "I'm sorry but I must attend a corporate regional meeting.  We are expanding and shuffling management personnel.  It's just as well that you meet with Mr. Keyes who will soon be permanently assuming management of this facility and possibly the region.  He is a brilliant Mechanical Engineer and has caught the CEO's notice with his attention to detail and quality control.  But he is a very hard man to please."  Nadia thought she recognized Jeffery Keyes name.  Anyway, Nadia enjoyed a challenge.  I know numerous ways to please a hard man she thought.

Mr. Keyes occupied an all glass office suspended over the manufacturing floor.  It surveyed all areas of the manufacturing line.  Below, Nadia saw numerous glass cubicles occupied not by men but by robotic arms welding and assembling complicated contraptions.   A few white coated lab technicians monitored the many control panels outside of the cubicles.  

Mr Keyes began the meeting roughly.  "Your company has sold us damaged goods.  Your software controlling the robotic arms is imprecise and can't meet the quality control standards of NASA specifications.  You have had two chances to correct it and it still isn't working to spec.  I am NOT sorry to say we are buying our software from someone else.  Your software is costing us a lot of revenue."  

Nadia flushed at his directness.  The mood was tense. Nadia replied "I have reviewed the problem and I am pretty sure it is simply a matter of reloading a 64-bit interface to match your robots' accuracy.  If you will give us just one more chance, I think I can firm up the situation to your satisfaction.  I will give it my personal attention. " 

Mr. Keyes looked disgusted and waved her away with the back of his hand.  Dumb blonde thinks she can correct the problem with....wait a minute, THAT MIGHT WORK!  Why hadn't he thought of that?  Mr. Keyes stood up and ordered Nadia, "Follow me."  They strode to the manufacturing floor and checked a few of the integrated control displays and talked about the procedure needed to replace the interfaces.  

They returned to Mr. Keyes office.  He asked her to call him Jeffery and Jeffery was in a more good-humored mood.  The CEO had pestered him mercilessly about this problem which it appeared this pretty woman had solved.  Nadia sat across his desk in the visitor chair and they discussed the next steps.  Nadia leaned over and reached into her portfolio for the annual software maintenance contract and a business card.  When she leaned up Jeffery's eyes flitted back to her face and he blushed.  She slid the contract across the desk and Jeffery signed it with a flourish.  As she retrieved the signed contract, she slid the business card across the desk.  Jeffery idly picked it up and handed it back saying, "Nadia, this is one of MY old cards."   Nadia smiled widely as she giggled "Yes, I was hoping it was."  

Puzzled, Jeffery turned the card over and suddenly it felt like his chair, the office floor and his world had fallen out from under him.  He stared at the TWA logo counter-stamped on the back.  It was the card he had deposited years ago at some risqué college event he had attended.  He looked up.  Nadia was near bursting trying not to laugh.  "If you don't remember ME maybe you remember winning the bid for my bra.  I think it looked a lot like this one."  She spread her lapels showing all the cleavage she could and still claim to be dressed.  Jeffrey was mesmerized.  She stood to go.  "I have a suite at the Hilton.  Dinner is at eight o'clock on my balcony.  Be on time.  I hear you are a hard man to please and I accept the challenge.  That auctioned bra you won may find its twin."


Nadia was in her hotel suite at eight o'clock dressed to the 'nines': heels, perfume, dress, makeup, all perfect.  The door chimed.  She opened it to a very handsome Jeffery.  He carried flowers and an apology for being bad-mannered when the first met, or rather, unknowingly, the second time they met.  She oohed and aahed as she took his gift.  Nadia walked arm in arm with Jeffery to the candlelit balcony table where they spend a couple hours sharing their careers and dreams.  Jeffery was frustrated by the corporate inertia holding him back at the company.  Nadia wanted more from her career but from her social life as well.

Finally, Nadia stood, took Jeffery's hand, and said, "Let have our dessert inside."  She led him to her spacious bedroom.  Beauty and poise classes had taught Nadia that, although men postured that scents and candle light were for a woman's sensual awakening, the right combination of scents counter-balancing her perfume, worked on men as well.  They undressed each other slowly.  She giggled when he put her bra aside to carry home to its mate.  Returning to the matter at hand, he rubbed her back as they kissed for the first time.  They lay on the bed and Nadia used her hands, mouth, legs, toes, hair, everything to light Jeffery's fire.  Her own cries of ecstasy joined his as his cock extinguished their flames when he hosed his essence into her cunt.  Nadia was sure she could find more ways to please him.  She wanted to be this hard man's companion during his bright prosperous journey through life. 

Jeffery wondered how soon he could return to work.  He would program his robots to fabricate one perfect set of engagement and wedding rings, and then delete the program.  He had a new goal in his search for perfection:  a perfect lifelong bond with Nadia: the perfect businesswoman and the perfect love mate.



Total Woman Academy 15



Karl beheld Olivia across the dining room at the sophomore facility. It was Topless Tuesday and the students had reverted to the freshman dress code for the day: shoes with bikini or thong panties only. It was lunch time and he was scheduled for an afternoon coaching tune-up with her. 

Olivia had the most fantastic tits Karl could imagine. Nosecone boobs with perfect puffs of nipples begging kisses and foundling. She was sitting with friends and her laughter jiggled the mounds of bounteous beauty. Karl approached Olivia's table with an obvious erection bulging his gym shorts. Karl spoke sharply to her. "I will be in the coaching suite at 1 PM. Please be on time! I have a second appointment after yours." He walked off to prepare the room and await her attendance.

Karl was sitting in a chair in the middle of the room when Olivia knocked softly and entered the coaching tune-up suite. Her breasts moved on her chest with each step, something between a bounce and a ripple as her high heels altered her natural step. She stood silently; looking expectantly at Karl's face for an indication of how to proceed. Karl let her wait while he surveyed her luscious curves. Olivia finally flinched, giving Karl an excuse to speak harshly to her. 

Karl asked "Why have you asked for a coaching tune-up?" 

Olivia confirmed what Karl had been told: "I need more training in hands and knees position." 

Karl thought a while about how to proceed. Finally he hoisted himself out of the chair. "Follow me."

Karl moved to the yoga mat covered exercise area of the spacious coaching-tuneup suite.

"Over here." He commanded. "Let's test your flexibility and hip action first." 

Olivia strode forward and bent down to remove her heels. Her bounteous boobs dangled beneath her chest and Karl's cock twitched inside his shorts. Olivia stood tall and stepped delicately onto the matted surface. 

After going through a standard routine of stretches and poses, Karl placed Olivia in a down dog position. As she formed an inverted V, he stood behind her. His groin was higher than hers. 

"Keep your hands on the mat but bring them back towards your feet as far as you can." 

Olivia hand walked backward and her hips rose higher but still did not attain the height of Karl's crotch. 

"Hold that pose a moment." Karl retrieved some assist blocks. "Step on these." With the 4-inch blocks under her feet, Olivia's cunt was now equal height to Karl's cock. 

"In the future, you must take note of your partner's height and plan ahead for any utilities you might need in this position." Olivia nodded her understanding.

With his hands on her hips, Karl guided Olivia away from the blocks and dropped himself to a kneeling upright position behind her. Olivia bent her knees enough to place her hips at the proper elevation for coitus. Karl knelt back further to rest his ass on his heels. Olivia moved with him, maintaining the groin to groin contact throughout the move while keeping her feet on the floor and her knees bent. They watched their re-positions in the mirrored walls of the yoga space.

Karl shoved her off his lap and returned to kneeling upright at the assist blocks. Olivia returned to classic hands and knees pose, using the blocks to elevate her ass to his groin. 

"Well, you seem able to position yourself appropriately. Let's try it with hip thrusts and rolls."

Olivia held her pose as he stood. Karl yanked apart her thong's side ties, whipped the skimpy garment off and threw it aside off the mats. The tugging actions quivered Olivia's chest and Karl admired again her jittering boobs reflected in the mirrors. He waited impatiently until she recognized his expectant look in the mirror. Suddenly, she understood and scampered to turn around. She carefully removed Karl's shorts and folded them before placing them off the mats. She returned to her spot. 

Karl remained standing and Olivia re-positioned her assist blocks. She backed up and rubbed her bare pussy in small moves along his flaccid dick. Karl let her work his shaft along her cunt lips until he began to harden from the warmth and slickness. He dropped to upright kneeling. Olivia watched in the mirrors as she bent and shifted her cunt to this new spot. She had more freedom of movement here and rubbed up and down, around and around his prick while it continued to grow. As he stiffened further, Olivia gently bumped his groin to exhibit in and out skills. Karl reached out and held Olivia's hips in his hands adjusting the timing. He stopped her and held her tight against him. Karl slowly folded to his knees, taking her along. She kept her knees off the floor during the move and balanced on three points: hands, feet and groin. 

Dress rehearsals completed, Karl was ready for a real run-through with Olivia. He pushed her back into down dog with her feet on the assist blocks. Using her mirrored reflection to guide her actions, Olivia reached back between her legs and lowered Karl's hard cock from upright to horizontal. She fixed her moist folds athwart Karl's tip and rolled her hips up and down. 

Karl decided to assist. He held her hips and poked with back and forth thrusts until he was fully seated. After that, they set a graceful rhythm that dragged Karl's sensitive crown along Olivia's crenelated vaginal walls. Karl was fascinated with Olivia's uneven inner texture. It seemed to be pleasantly rippled and added much to the experience.

Halfheartedly, Karl unpegged himself and lowered his knees to the mat. Olivia dropped her hips, realigned and reamed onto his slick stiffness. More pleasurable thrusting followed with shorter strokes matching the reduced freedom of movement. Karl held her fast against his groin as he lowered his ass to heels. Olivia stayed locked on. Now she combined hip rolls, hip rocks, strokes and vaginal clamping in random actions that scraped Karl's shaft and knob over her G-spot and every other spot in her rippled spongy passage. Karl watched her boobs oscillate in tempo.

Karl placed his hands on her shoulders and pulled her upright. Olivia reached back and interlocked her hands behind Karl's neck, anchoring her back to his chest. He reached around and palmed her warm, pliable breasts, lifting them even higher than her arched back had done. He stopped trying to move his hips and prick, letting Olivia supply the motions. He gripped hard on the boob masses. His thumbs brushed her nipples and he watched her face in the mirrors.

Olivia's eyes were closed and a dreamy expression covered her face. The room had a wistful silence, except for their light breathing and squishing of their interlocked groins. Ned kneaded her boobs as he continually brushed her nipples. Her nubs became solid little cylinders and he couldn't resist an occasional pinch and roll. Olivia's breathing got increasingly amplified, moaning low on the outbreaths. Karl felt his own finish approaching as well. 

Olivia turned her head; eyes closed, she found Karl's open mouth and panted into it, lashing her tongue around his. Olivia's back arched even farther and she cried out her pleasure, hearing Karl's growl as he decorated her palpitating passageway with semen. The pair hugged each other through the crest of heat and relaxed slowly in the embrace.

Karl recovered first to find Olivia's bowed body held by his prick and hands. He gently squeezed her boobs as a sign for her to return from her stupor. Her eyes fluttered and she unclasped his neck, placing her hands over his on her boobs. They gazed at each other in the mirror. Olivia stirred further and rising, helped Karl get up and led him to the shower, where they cleaned away the 'coaching' residue under the warm pulsing jets. 

Olivia and Karl felt refreshed after toweling each other down. They retrieved their shorts, panties and shoes. Olivia gave Karl a final hug, rubbing her nipples side to side on his chest. She turned and her body wiggled and jiggled as she left the suite. 

Karl collapsed into the upholstered arm chair. He hoped to be Olivia's coach again soon. He admired her attitude and fantastic hard work. He could also hope to be Olivia's evaluator when she was eligible to be promoted to Junior. That would give him a full day and night to rediscover her charms, enhanced even more by the intervening training. 

Karl heard a knock; it was his 2 o'clock appointment. "You may enter" he called. His next coaching tune-up appointment, topless, toned and pensive, glided meekly through the door.



Total Woman Academy 15a



Karl heard a knock; it was his 2 o'clock appointment. "You may enter" he called. His next coaching tune-up appointment, topless, toned and pensive, glided meekly through the door.

The buxom blonde student stood silently, head faintly bowed, shyly observing Karl's face for an indication of how to proceed. Karl let her wait while he surveyed her near nakedness. Her black high heels were strap-ons, buckled around her ankles. She held her hands clasped in front of her cameltoe-forming green thong panties. Her blond hair hung past her shoulders, half in front and half behind. She saw him examining her and finally flinched under his gaze, giving Karl the excuse he needed speak sternly to her. 

"Odette! Why have you asked for a coaching tune-up?" 

The little blonde stuttered a reply that confirmed what Karl had been told: "I need to exercise my seated vaginal position."

Karl thought a while about how to proceed. The standard coaching routine for face to face seated vaginal took several steps. Each step usually ended when the male partner orgasmed. He would then take time to 'refract' his fortitude. The student and coach would regroup, often the next day, and continue.

Face to face seated vaginal training was a combination of 'threes'. The student was instructed to use three long axial strokes, three hip waggles and three vaginal clamps in a sequential repetition. She would repeat each set non-stop and was required to bring herself to orgasm as often as she could before her partner's first orgasm. Three times for her was the mandatory minimum to pass an evaluation assessment. The training routine was successful when the student achieved three cums before her coach cums in any one session. 

Just prior to Odette's arrival, Karl had cum hard inside Olivia during her hands and knees position coaching tuneup. He thought it would take him an hour to cum again. But he hoped to be able to hold an erection while percolating his prostate. This lucky student Odette would get the full face to face seated curriculum in one hour-long session.

Karl rose from the arm chair and retrieved a stool which he placed in the middle of the room. He stood in front of it and commanded her, "Approach me, Odette!"

Odette walked forward; her heels clicking on the parquet floor. She stood at arm's length in front of Karl.

Karl said, "Take my shorts off."

Odette squatted upright in her heels and loosed the waistband wide before carefully lowering them over Karl's flaccid cock. He stepped out and Odette neatly folded them and laid them aside out of the way. She looked up at Karl surveying her from above. Karl ordered her to stand up. He held her eyes with his gaze as she smoothly stood and returned her hands across her hips. Karl yanked her thong's drawstring ties. He grasped the waistband above her vulva and rudely swept the silky scrap off her crotch and threw it over his shoulder.

Karl sat on the stool and adjusted his rump to a comfortable position.

"You need to prepare me for the coaching session. As a sophomore, you haven't received oral training but this is not a formal evaluation assessment. Do whatever you can to get me erect."

Odette kept her knees stiff as she bent at the waist. Her ass jutted high behind her as her hair draped Karl's groin. Her nipples contacted his thighs. Resting her weight there, her tits compressed like soft pillows. Her face and hands tunneled under the hair until her lips found Karl's flaccid tip hanging between his spread hips. She kissed, tongued and sucked the knob. She used one hand to cradle his balls and the other to support the shaft for better access. Odette felt Karl's successive twitches. She used a hand to sweep back her hair so Karl could see her actions. The tactile and visual scene got Karl harder until his cock tilted on its own to horizontal. Odette backed off her mouth and now stroked him with her hands, using palms full of her hair to slick along the rising tube. Her thumb rubbed the underside of the crown until Karl was suitably erect. Karl stopped her by jerking her hair up. He pushed her shoulders back and Odette stood up.

Karl closed his knees. "Shuffle forward and straddle my legs. Remain standing. Don't sit down."

Odette trundled forward until her inner thighs framed Karl's legs at mid-thigh. Karl run his palms up Odette's finely tuned inner thighs. He further and wiped a finger along her shaved gash. Finding oily moisture at the entrance, he inserted his finger to the second knuckle and waggled it. Dragging it out, he rubbed the wetness between finger and thumb to test the viscosity. She was juicing nicely. It was really the first he had touched her. More likely, she was excited by her unease in his presence. That boded well. Karl would use that nervousness and trepidation to intensify the effect of his coaching.

Karl grasped the sides of Odette's naked hips.

"Come closer now. Stand close to me so we can get you into a good position to 'mount'. I will help guide you over my cock but don't sit until instructed. Keep your heels on the floor; you will need the leverage. "

Odette moved until their stomachs touched. Karl's could no longer see his groin. He reached around under her ass and found the germane body parts. Odette was close enough for Karl to smell her mélange of odors: minty breath, floral body wash and vaginal musk.

"Sink down a bit...a little to the left...my left...down a fraction. Hold! Do you feel my tip at your slit?...Yes?...Okay, rise up." Karl moved his hands to her hips. "Now find the tip again unassisted and hold it lightly in place with your sticky cunt lips."

Odette cautiously maneuvered her ass around until she located Karl's knob again. She held the tip barely inside her cunt lips. Karl moved his hands to her ass cheeks. 

"When I tell you to start, you will use one long push to bury me in in your cunt. You can do it; you're amply lubricated. You may brace your hands on my shoulders. " 

Karl took a deep breath and exhaled. He braced his feet for stability and adjusted his hands on her hips.

"Okay, we are correctly arranged. I'm ready for you to showcase your capabilities. Enlighten me with an enjoyable first plunge into your cunt. Start now."

Odette clenched her jaw and glided down. Karl suppressed his moan as she slid his erection all the way in with one nonstop stroke. Her tube was textured and wet and warm. She wiggled her bottom as she placed her arms on his shoulders and held the back of his head with her hands.

Karl explained the three-three system. Three strokes, three waggles, three clamps, then repeat. Odette must follow his lead for his desired pace and rhythm. He made it very clear that she must bring herself to three orgasms before she brought him to his first orgasm. And he counseled her to maintain his desired rhythm no matter what. Her signal to end the continuous stimulation would be his first rope of cum shooting into the deepest depths of her cunt. Thereafter, she must cuddle his tool inside her receptacle until he instructed her on how to cleanly dismount.

"Is that all understood?"

"Yes, I will not stop until you cum."

Karl let her begin and patted her ass to signal the speed he desired. Odette rose until Karl's crown rim barely peeked out between her juicy cunt lips. Then she stroked down his entire shaft,, banging her clitoris against his pubic bone at the bottom. On the upstroke, Odette braced off her high heels to get the leveraged lift Karl had advised. She could feel his sensitive knob rim scour her tunnel and it felt good. She hoped Karl liked it, too. 

At the bottom of the third stroke, Odette's clitoris banged Karl's pubic bone again. She rolled her hips and rubbed her clit hard against his skin. Two more hip rolls, two more hard rubs of her clitoris. She felt a deep tingling building there. 

She bore down and clenched her vaginal muscles as hard as she could, three pulses. Bracing again, she rose and fell on the long strokes to begin the next set of repetitions.

Karl enjoyed how his rim skimmed along the walls of her wet tube. He sat still as Odette cycled through countless sets. For an evaluation assessment, Karl would have counted and later recorded the number of cycles. But this was training, so he spent the time mentally rehearsing his speech. Coaching was like acting; he was playing the role of teacher, disciplinarian and cheerleader all at the same time. The script never changed. He always delivered it after first time students had their first orgasm.

Karl knew that Odette was approaching her first orgasm. Her breathing changed and she emitted small moans at her hip roll-clitoris rubs. Her breathing, her rhythm of motions and her moans were accelerating. Odette drew in a deep breath, sank to the bottom of her last stroke, arched backwards and hugged Karl's neck, garbling out a cry of ecstasy. Karl kept his hands firmly on her ass to be sure she didn't move about errantly and hurt him.

When Odette had regained her regular breathes and senses, Karl moved his hands to her sweat streaked breasts, fondled the globes and tweaked the nipples. He pushed her gently back so he could talk to her. Odette clasped her hands behind Karl's neck for support. Karl's stiff cock remained warmly entombed in her warm, juicy cunt. But his face expressed his dissatisfaction and his voice was demanding as he admonished her. 

"That was not what I told you to do! You agreed to provide continuous stimulation, unabated, until I cum deep in your cunt. Have I cum yet? Even before you stopped, you changed the pace without my permission. "

Odette's face looked shocked. She was dumbstruck by his ire. Karl allowed time for the words to sink in. Then he continued to invoke his professional training program.

"Let review the procedures again for the TWA curriculum in face-to-face seated vaginal sex. Mastering the techniques of this position and all the other curriculum positions is mandatory for graduation. 

"First, you must cum often before your partner, three times is an acceptable minimum. Your orgasms will be an undeniable sign that you find your partner sexy, viral and desired. It will boost his self-esteem and deepen his lust for you.

"Second, you must commence with the three-three's stimulation at a rhythm that your partner demands of you through his variety of visual, tactile and vocals signals. If or when he demands a different stimulation rhythm, you must follow his new directives. 

"Third, you must maintain the rhythm steadily until your partner cums. Gain control of your mind and body. Bring yourself to orgasm in such a way that you can enjoy the mental rapture while your muscle memory subconsciously sustains the carnal coitus motions. You may lose focus during your mind dazing tremor but your partner is still lucid and he expects your continuous stimulus.

"Lastly, relax and enjoy the ride. Your focus as a Total Woman Academy student is to give full devotion to your partner's desires. With practice and experience, you will learn to succeed in all the standard curriculum positions, just like graduates before you. You can do it!" 

Karl smiled and gave Odette's nipple a playful tweak. He felt a reflexive twitch in her cunt around his erection. He would make note of that in Odette's training report and recommend further investigation into her nerve sensitivity. A thorough study could discover special ways to cultivate her sexual gifts.

Odette remained leaning back and waited for Karl's next command.

"Ready to try again?" he asked. 

"Yes, I will follow the procedures this time."

"See that you do."

Remarkably, his erection was full and hard and still buried deep in Odette, despite the intermission.

Karl gave Odette's tits a quick firm squeeze, felt another twitch, and moved his hands to her back. He hugged her to his chest, squashing her boobs. 

"You may begin" he said as he indicated his preferred pace by pattering the beat on her butt cheeks.

Odette commenced the three-three cycles. Karl let his mind drift as he assessed how well Odette regulated her movements. He wanted her to concentrate on her technique but he wanted her to achieve the second orgasm soon. He would wait out her third one before cumming himself but he was beginning to feel the pressure build from Odette's delightful manipulation of his dick. 

Odette wanted to peak soon as well. She was anxious to prove her success in this position. She worked the stroke-roll-clamp cycles until she felt her pussy tingle and her neck and face blush from the excitement. She concentrated on maintaining a continuous steady pace that Karl expected from her. Her fervor climbed until, at the peak, she was overwhelmed by the intensity of this second orgasm and broke stride, halted and quivered violently.

After the surge of her passion dissipated, Odette's anxiety butterflies flicked nervous sparks from her stomach to her still glowing clitoris. She dreaded Karl's inevitable admonition for her repeat failure to govern her mind and body during their second episode. 

Odette felt a quick palm slap burn her ass cheek. Karl gripped her tits hard as he pushed her back roughly for the pending second rebuke. Again he felt her cunt twitches on his dick. His report would definitely include a recommendation to investigate those charming tics.

"What was that?" he snarled. He saw her face crinkle towards a suppressed sob and hesitated before continuing. Coaching tuneups were always a fine balance between encouragement and disheartenment. 

"Oh....stop that! Everybody starts slow, some slower than others. But every student who graduates learns these skills. You were better this time. You can do this. You simply need more practice."

Karl let these new words sink in. Odette's face calmed. Karl softened his voice.

"Let's try again. You haven't had your third one yet. I will wait you out and finish a little bit after you. Remember, when you feel my first rope burst out, go for the bottom and just roll and clamp, no stroking. Ease off on those after your feel my last rope, usually the fourth or fifth one. Then rest quietly. When I am re-composed, I direct you to dismount. Okay, straighten up your alignment and begin your cycling."

Odette hugged her body to his and held extra tight, determined to execute the procedures correctly on this third attempt. She braced her feet and elevated until Karl's knob rim reached the limit of her entrapping cunt lips. Three strokes, three hip rolls with clit rubs and three clenches, then she rose all the way up again. Odette now understood why the TWA curriculum included the strenuous aerobics, yoga stretching and muscle toning. She had been pumping her legs and hips continuously for most of an hour. Odette's legs felt the 'burn' but she pushed through it. She was resolutely trekking towards her third orgasm and applied her mind and body to the final missions. 

Karl hoped Odette would peak soon. He sensed the energy returning to his own sexual batteries. He had been able to maintain his erection throughout the session. Now his prostate was teeming with creamy nectar eager to inundate Odette's tight snatch and he was toiling to hold it back. 

Karl heard Odette whimper, struggling to control her moans. He mentally checked his groin and found no vacillation in her pace. He caressed her ass cheeks trying to help her arousal and cooed praises in her ear.

"That's it...keep going...don't stop...you're almost there...let your muscle memory drive the pace...let your mind ascend to the heights."

Odette responded with "ah...ahh...AHH", hugged Karl's neck and then blew out a long constricted "Ohh" as her legs, hips and ass kept churning without missing a beat. As she descended from her summit, she caught the sob of joy that rippled from her throat. She had done it! She knew she had done it. Karl would surely confirm it later. 

Odette now focused on her final duty. She must maximize Karl's orgasm. Her hips kept beat to the unchanged cycle of three strokes, three rolls and three clenches.

Odette had continued the rhythms non-stop through her orgasm. She had worked Karl's genital nerves to a frazzle. His semen was ready at the gate. He was not obliged to use any more restraint. 

Karl let his breath puff in and out through his half-opened mouth and, with a final ferocious gust, his back went rigid and he squeezed his eyes shut. Karl roared. His hands spontaneously gripped handfuls of Odette's ass flesh and he held her still on his lap with force. His first cum rope dashed from his tip and struck Odette's cervix.

Odette felt that first rope and bottomed out. She rolled and clenched but no longer stroked. Karl's severe clutch of her ass made her pussy almost vibrate. Karl felt them despite his swoon. His following ropes packed Odette's sensual grotto. Odette counted the fifth rope and stopped her vaginal contractions. She rested her weight in Karl's lap while breathing deep tranquil yoga breaths.

Karl's mind emerged from its stupor to sense his body swathed in warm female flesh. He disturbed Odette's 'chi' by pushing her away from his chest. They paused to regain their composures. Karl initiated the final steps.

"Carefully dismount but hold my sperm inside by clamping your cunt muscles. Don't spill any." 

Odette tensed her core and slowly drew herself off Karl's cock. She clenched hard but an hour of Karl's cock probing her cunt had stretched her abilities thin and her hole wide. The life essence dribbled onto Karl's lap. Karl frowned.

Odette bounced to the bathroom and returned with towels. She wiped Karl's sullied legs and her cum smeared crotch. She retrieved her discarded panties. She stood impatiently before him as she had arrived, hands clasped in front, but now holding the thong in her hands. She awaited his verdict.

"You made a mess. Don't worry. You will err less with practice. I will file your training report with the housemother and she will review it with you. You did progressively better throughout the session but still need much practice. We're done here. "

She beheld Karl as she thought 'Man, what a ride!' Or should she say 'What a man-ride!' Karl had coached her through an entire position in a single session but she had much more to learn. Karl had been stern and tender with her in a masterful combination. She would ask the housemother for a regular schedule of coaching tuneups during her time at the Academy. She hoped Karl could find time to be her coach tutor for a lot of them. 

Karl stared back at Odette. She seemed lost in thought. 

"Odette! Odette!! We're done here." Karl waved the back of his hand at her as he added "You're dismissed!"

Odette departed the coaching tuneup suite. Karl spied his rosy hand prints marring the delicate skin on her undulating ass. That was not his fault. Odette responded erotically to fear and anticipation, even to discomfort. Odette's discomfort reaction had pulsed in her pussy. It had been beguiling and made him lose control. He would report on those special nerve reflexes which warranted further investigation. The housemothers rotated assignments randomly among the coaching roster to afford students different styles of coaching expertise. Karl would especially ask to be her lead researcher so he could robustly examine Odette's appetites.

These long afternoons could fatigue him. Karl checked his schedule to find he had an hour break before his next assignment, a 'reverse cowgirl' session. He hoped the student had a cute butt. The visuals of rebounding ass cheeks would help him maintain his ardor. 

Karl staggered to the bathroom to clean up and refresh before his next assignment arrived. He would rest before setting the stage for another virtuoso performance as a coach at Total Woman Academy.



Total Woman Academy 16



Ned made his way from his residential suite to the coaching tune-up suite at the junior facility.  His assignment was Portia to whom he would give an Evaluation Assessment.   Grueling as the long junior assessments were, Ned still liked to see a student's full range of skills accumulated over three terms at the Academy.

As he waited in the suite, Portia was being prepared and preened by her friends.  They helped her shave her private parts, legs and underarms.  Her skin was lightly lotioned to a mild sheen.  Her straight hair smoothed to a bow shape that framed her makeup enlightened face.  All the while, her friends were giving her tips and recommendations.  She should use her whole body when testing to make maximum use of her size and weight.  For Portia was one of the most petite students at the Total Woman Academy.  Lightly scented, wrapped in a translucent belted nightgown and wearing heels, Portia marched to her appointment with Ned at the coaching tune-up suite.

A small knock alerted Ned to Portia's arrival and he granted entry.  He was charmed by the little woman standing before him.  His first reaction was a concern that the "Destiny problem" might interfere with an unrestricted full Evaluation Assessment.  He would need to work quickly through the freshman touch, massage and masturbation portion and get on top of the sophomore vaginal and junior oral curriculums.  

Ned invited Portia to join him at the massage table.  He lay on his stomach as she began to manipulate his back, legs and arms with her hands.  Ned was not impressed with her strength but understood her size prevented a firm kneading.  He was unprepared but impressed with her ingenuity when Portia climbed up and walked his back and legs, using her total weight to press her toes and soles into his flesh.  She stepped aside on the table and Ned rolled over on his back.  Portia rolled his legs with one sole while balancing the other on the edge of the table.  She decided her efforts must be effective when she saw Ned's cock lengthen and thicken.  She sat high on his thighs and gave his cock a first class gleaming until Ned erupted intensely onto his stomach and chest.   She held his manhood while it shrank.  Portia retrieved warm towels to clean him and afterward maintained his glow by lying her body prone on his groin and chest.  They dozed.

Ned awoke in a dreamland of Portia's majestic scent.  He stirred her awake and led her to the bathroom.  She was still wearing the belted nightrobe and panties.  Ned tugged the belt and unraveled it from her compact form.  He drew on one lapel and the robe glided off her body, out of his hands and onto the tiled floor.  Portia pirouetted slowly to assist in her disrobement.  The remaining panties were soon discarded to join the robe.  Ned sat on the edge of the tub, feet outside, as Portia approached her thighs to his knees.  He reached out to check her moisture and found her cunt lips to be warm and wet.  Portia bow-walked over his legs and placed the tip of his erection along her supple pink gash.  

Suddenly, she plunged downward and speared half of Ned into herself.  Ned's tip bumped a barrier and for a moment he thought she might be a virgin.  She retreated to quarter-length and plunged again.  Ned's knob popped through her cervix and he was fully embedded.    Portia rolled her hips rubbing his tip against the walls of her womb.  She kissed and suckled his erect nipples.  The sensations and the notion of this new mode of arousal took away Ned's control and he sprayed his seed deep in her core.  

Portia remained on his dwindling rod as she reached over and started the bathwater.  They waited for the bath to fill meanwhile kissing deeply and passionately.  Ned was star struck and couldn't dream of letting her out of his arms.

Ned stood up with her held to his chest and stepped into the tub.  He lowered them both into the sudsy bath.  Portia receded off Ned and sat across from him, her feet stirring around his prick.  In time, it showed renewed life.  She reached out and retrieved a bolster cushion which she placed under Ned's butt as he lay in the tub's built-in backrest.  Bending double, she opened wide and took the nexus of his elevated cock halfway into her mouth.  Ned felt the flesh at her throat bump his tip.  Breathing deep and then holding it, Portia shoved the full length in with the tip entering her throat.  A few deep strokes later, Ned's control strayed again and he fed her his semen.

Toweling off Ned, Portia redressed in her almost transparent ensemble.  She kissed Ned who had collapsed into bed.  Confident that her skills were acceptable, Portia left the suite to pack for her journey to the senior facility.  Despite superficial shortcomings, Portia had passed her Evaluation Assessment in the most uncommon manner Ned had ever experienced. 



Total Woman Academy 17



Mrs. Smith asked Ned to help her with a recruitment function. The Scholarship Committee had recruited a limited group of freshman college transferees and was staging an orientation event off facility. The private event was being held at a resort hotel and Gillian, a TWA Board member, would attend as the guest lecturer. She would initiate the new candidates to the Total Woman Academy philosophy, curriculum, standards and approaches to a total college education. In addition, Quinella, an advanced senior, would provide an informal but experienced student's view in a question and answer meet and greet session. 

Ned would accompany Quinella by limousine and lend a helping hand to her efforts however he could. They departed in the afternoon and arrived at the resort in the evening. Ned and Quinella were ensconced in a suite with two bedrooms. After dinner, the two retired to their suite and after small talk, went to their separate bedrooms for the night.

Ned awoke in the early hours to soft light glowing from the main room. Quinella was standing in the doorway. She moved toward his bed and ambled, on hands and knees, over the covers and lay by Ned's side. "I can't sleep", she murmured and laid her head on the edge of his pillow. Quinella was naked.

Ned shrouded his nose in the fragrant hair atop her head and reached out to rub his thumb over her exposed nipple. For a blond, she had unusual dark umber areoles and the nubs were now prominent with her arousal. She turned her head upward and they pecked a kiss. Her hand found his organ. Quinella rolled on her back and Ned rolled on his side continuing to enjoy the mutual touching. Now both nipples were available and his hand alternated from one to the other and back again. Quinella continued her manipulation of Ned's tool. Some time passed. Neither partner was in a hurry. 

Ned decided tasting was better than touching and moved his mouth over her nearest nipple. Kisses, tongue laps, lips pressing down to remold the elasticity, tender tooth grips extending the masses upward into perfect geometric cones brought forth murmurs and moans. The play extended until Ned felt too aroused to continue with simple petting. The nipple playing was going to turn into genital frolicking. He rose up and moved completely over Quinella. She invited him into the portal between her wide open thighs. He entered without knocking. Strokes deep, strokes shallow, strokes rapid and strokes abated set the rhythm. 

The sex went on for a long time but eventually, the sensations of Ned's cock scrapping Quinella's spongy tunnel walls led both lovers to swoon simultaneously. Following crisp drawn-out cries, they collapsed motionless to the mattress. Quinella rubbed Ned's back and motioned his dismount. "I'm feeling sleepier now. Thanks." She closed her eyes and dozed off next to Ned. Ned also rejoined his slumbers.

Ned awoke with the unusual but pleasant sensation of a morning blowjob. Quinella's head was under the covers bouncing them like a fluttering sail. Seeing no need to interrupt or help, he lay back in the pillow and closed his eyes. Quinella's tongue wrapped one side of the shaft and then the other. She lapped it over the top whenever the tip approached the inside of her lips but never let it completely out of her mouth. 

Occasionally, she would plunge down and take the knob in her throat, using swallowing waves to stroke the knob and the back of her tongue to press on the area just beneath. When she heard Ned start to breathe more deeply, Quinella began a low hum in her throat, adding gentle vibrations to the mix of sensations.

Ned raised his head and looked down. He reached out and ripped back the covers; Quinella made eye contact and actually smiled around the probe in her mouth. Ned reached his limit and sprayed his milky essence into the smile.

In the shower, Quinella and Ned cleansed each other. Ned watched as a naked Quinella applied her makeup everywhere. He was intrigued with the way nipple make-up made boobs appear larger. She asked him to inspect her work and he was pleased to comply. After a close and personal inspection, including visual, tactile and taste inspection, Ned pronounced the results adequate. 

That day was all business for Quinella who answered all questions frankly and praised the intellectual, beauty and poise courses required to achieve Total Woman Academy alumni status. She inferred that the recreational prospects could be just as rewarding if a student took advantage of sporadic poise practice whenever available.



Total Woman Academy 18



Rosiya was happier than she had been since leaving home in Central Europe. Her parents were not wealthy but were keen on her education. They had pooled their little money and launched Rosiya towards her future in an American college. Now she relayed the news that she was transferring to a school where she had been offered a full scholarship with room and board. She would continue her studies in Biology, with an eye on medical school.

Mrs. Franks met Rosiya exiting the facility's limousine in front of the Total Woman Academy portico. Her new charge was excited and fairly bounced out of the car. "Good morning, Rosiya. Welcome to Total Woman Academy. We are happy to have you here. Please follow me to my office and we will get you settled in."

Mrs. Franks reviewed Rosiya's records and confirmed with her that Rosiya understood the nature and extent of Total Woman Academy curriculum and goals. Rosiya answered her questions straightforward and did not show shyness or hesitation when she recapped the sexual portions of the training as she understood them. Mrs. Franks alerted her assistant and said "Let's get you started." Three young ladies entered the room wearing only heels and different colored bikini bottoms.

"Rosiya, these three are your new roommates. As you can see, they are wearing the freshman class standard daily uniform. From now on, please conform to this rule." Unabashed, Rosiya stood and removed her sundress and undergarments. She donned the heels and colored panties handed to her by her new roommates and followed them to her new lodgings.

Throughout the day, Rosiya followed her roommates as they toured the facility. Pool, sundeck, yoga studio, massage room, computerized classrooms, dining room, housing and kitchen. They ended before a door labeled COACHING TUNE-UP. The small bank of enunciator lights was mounted over the door. Green meant the room was unoccupied. A yellow light indicated Knock before Entering and a red light meant Do Not Disturb. The light was green, they were allowed to enter.

Her roommates reviewed the fixtures in the room with Rosiya: the bathroom, moveable wing massage table with warmed towel supply beneath, the large bed and the sitting/eating area and private balcony. As they were leaving, a man and student entered the room. They acknowledged their presence before Rosiya and her roommates left the room. The light above the door turned yellow. One roommate commented "Only a coaching tune-up today. If it was an evaluation assessment, the door light would be red."

Rosiya's studies went well that year. She was acing her online Biology classes. She really enjoyed the massage, exercise and makeup training. The topless nudity became so commonplace she didn't even notice it anymore. The poise classes were fun. She learned sensual anatomy and played the touch game with her classmates. She practiced male massage and masturbation on male anatomy mockups, some with biofeedback. The end of the year approached and Mrs. Franks told her she would be given a coaching tune-up session to get some live practice.

Rosiya stood before the Coaching Tune-up suite door with its yellow light glowing. She knocked and a voice within granted her entry. She proceeded inside and closed the door, standing with courtesy wearing only her black heels and string tied thong. A nude man stood in the middle of the yoga area. "Please come over here. My name is Karl and I will be your coach today." Rosiya moved to the yoga area, removed her heels and walked onto the matted floor. For the next hour, Karl put the topless Rosiya through a yoga routine designed to test her strength and flexibility. He helped her into some of the more difficult positions and hand checked her underlying musculature for firmness and tone. Her breasts and tight smooth butt cheeks received lots of attention. Rosiya next played the touch game with a closed eyes Karl sitting on a stool. On the massage table, she kneaded Karl's front and back muscles. 

During the sensuous massage, Rosiya caressed all of Karl's outlying regions before resting astraddle his upper thighs. Karl began to coach her on proper male masturbation.

"Use lotion or oil to lubricate your hands and my cock during this part of the session and reapply as necessary. Move your palm gently beneath the shaft and curl your fingers around the top. Use the pad of your thumb to touch the area below the V of the crown. Use your circled thumb and index finger to rub the rim of the knob. Ooh, yes, that's it....Now put your index finger tips on the knob's slit and wriggle it as if you want to push inside, but be gentle. Okay, now use your other hand's fingers to cradle the balls and mildly flutter the ends of your fingers to ripple the ball sack....Good....Press your fingers slightly on the prostate region between the ball sack and asshole. If you use that touch at the moment of ejaculation, it will constrict the urethra just enough to increase the male's effort to spurt and increase the intensity of his orgasm."

Rosiya learned all of these techniques and repeated the cycles just short of ejaculation several times. Finally, Karl's face became flush, his breathing deepened; he closed his eyes and stopped speaking. As Karl's breathe quickened, he unexpectedly boosted his hips and Rosiya rode high, pressing her fingers into the area below his balls. She felt a pulse stream beneath her fingertips, first in the tube exiting his prostate and then through the cock shaft. White milky fluid spurted high in the air and landing on Karl's chest and abdomen. Karl growled and howled as three more spurts of decreasing intensity surged into the light of day. His hips curved down to rest again on the table. Rosiya curiously regarded and touched the divided puddles of sperm. This was her first introduction to human semen.

Karl's breathing resumed a normal pace and he was able to speak again. "That was quite good. You have learned well. Get some towels from the shelf underneath the table and wipe off the excess puddles of semen. We will go to the bathtub to finish the cleansing." 

They moved to the bathroom and Rosiya demonstrated her knowledge of preparing a bath. Karl settled into the warm water, Rosiya knelt outside the tub and washed Karl's body with luxurious sweeps while he lounged, eyes closed, on the tub's built-in backrest . A few errant swipes brushed his groin and Karl became more interested in the process. He directed Rosiya to remove her panties, get into the tub and coached her on nipple caresses of his chest and cunt lip caressing of his freshly risen cock. She tented his shaft with her slick labia until another climax occurred. Rosiya returned to kneeling outside the tub and finalized Karl's cleanup. Toweling him dry, she retrieved her panties and, helping lay Karl in bed to rest from his labors, thanked him for his help and gave him a full hard kiss. Rosiya left the room feeling much more poised than when she entered. 



Total Woman Academy 19



Simone sat in the beauty salon chair at the junior facility. Other students were helping her style her hair and apply makeup for a promotional photo-shoot to be used in campus recruitment posters for the Total Woman Academy. She had been selected for her magnificent beauty without regard for her poise or intelligence scores.

The flyers were a way of identifying potential candidates for freshman transfer scholarships. If a candidate showed interest, a recruiter would initiate discrete contact and the application process would begin. A short meeting would be followed by TWA Security performing an increasing extensive background check. Any information that indicated past indiscretions or faults would end an applicant's chances of further consideration without notice.

Simone was preening and prepping in the nude and several of her aides were topless, nude or dressed so skimpily as to be almost nude. The photo shoot would take place at the facility pool deck. The cameramen were preparing the temporary studio with lights and shades. One cameraman was videotaping cameos of the students getting ready.

As the stage was set, the group of students escorted Simone to her labors. Naked, she sat, stood, moved, tilted, bunched her hair, laughed, pouted, looked bold then stern or demur. All the while, the cameras clicked rapidly, capturing high resolution images that would need trifling touch-ups before publication. Her friends chattered encouragement as she moved and posed. "Go, Simi, move it. Wow, what a body. Bend over and shake 'em....."

In the corner of the deck was the tripod video camera continuing its video documentary of the photo shoot. Simone split her time and energy alternately posing for the still photos and camming for the video documentary. The shoot went on for an hour. Afterwards, Simone and the student group jumped in the pool au naturel and spent more time splashing, playing and dunking each other. The cameramen broke down the temporary studio slowly but one distracted cameraman continued video documenting the water show. 

As dusk approached, the games ended and the students headed off to dinner, studies and exercise. Afterwards, Simone hurried to the coaching suite. Ned had promised to critique her posing performance and offer tips for future photo shoots. 

The coaching tune-up room status enunciator was green so she entered quickly and spent time in the bathroom re-fixing her hair and makeup. When she emerged, Ned had arrived and was loading the afternoon's video onto the TV. Removing his shirt and pants, he crawled into the turned down bed. Simone got in beside him and rested her head on his shoulder. Ned wrapped his arm around her shoulders and idly fingered her nipple. Simone held his flaccid cock. 

The behind the scenes documentary video started with a view of the preparation salon filled with beauty. Simone sat lazed back in the nude, knees dropped sideways, as she was preened by her semi-dressed friends. The cameraman had orbited Simone, filming from all angles and perspectives, getting photo proof of her near perfect body shape and skin tone. Ned's flaccid cock became less flaccid. 

The view switched to the steady tripod mount on the pooldeck with Simone providing the motion. She twisted, bent and swayed her body offering ripples, jiggles and wiggles of her butt and boobs. She would stand and pose with back arched to emphasize her chest size. She posed down dog and this added to Ned's conviction regarding gravity and position and breast shape. 

Ned offered suggestions on stance and motion, especially admiring her ability to modestly shake her boobs without looking tart. Ned's cock was now hard and Simone noted the fact and stroked him lightly.

The cameraman had filmed the pool play. In between the splashing and dunking, the game seemed to be "tag" using quick grabs of boobs and crotches. Wet butts and boobs breeched, porpoised and swayed as students jumped and dove to avoid being "tagged". 

Ned's pupils began to dilate and his face flushed. Simone began a determined stroke and watched his face. At the ultimate moment, she dove on his knob with her mouth just as the semen pumped out. She took all his essence onto her tongue. As Ned finished shooting his last rope, Simone gave his cock a solid tongue squeeze, sucked hard to remove any latent cum in the tube and swallowed. 

She lay back at Ned's side. "It's easier for cleanup when your cum is in MY stomach instead of all over YOURS." In addition to her intelligence, beauty and poise, Ned admired Simone just as much for her efficiency.



Total Woman Academy 20



Tiffany was a Mathematics major and enjoyed games of chance or precision where her mental calculation skills gave her an advantage. Tiffany liked poker and blackjack where she could mentally master odds and probabilities. Dice games such as craps offered the same challenge. Another favorite was pool or billiards where the physical laws of angles, impact and momentum combined to create a sporting challenge. She was engaged in a game of pool with PC-1, a pledge contributor guest for the weekend. 

After a warmup round, the inevitable challenge of "Let's make it interesting" arose. The game would be strip pool with each called shot successfully made requiring the other player to remove an article of clothing. Tiffany began by breaking the triangle and then sinking her next shot. PC-1 removed his sandal.

Tiffany lined up the next shot, peeked to see if PC-1 was watching closely, and when he looked away, she purposely misaligned the cue. The shot missed and Tiffany pouted prettily as she moved away from the table. The balls had rolled into easy shot positions for PC-1 who made two shots in a row before missing the third. Tiffany removed both heels. This dropped her height and made her next shots more difficult. Now Tiffany would need to use the table as a brace to elevate herself. She made another shot before grinning as she missed the next. PC-1 removed his other sandal.

PC-1 made two shots so Tiffany removed her shorts exposing a red thong panty. She turned to face PC-1 and, grabbing the hem of her tight tee-shirt, whipped it over her head jostling her full blond hair. Her bra held the generous breasts but they still bounced and settled as the tee shirt set them partially free. PC-1 managed to gain enough focus to try his next shot but missed. 

Tiffany made her next two, then missed the third. PC-1 reached for the buttons of his shirt but Tiffany placed her hands on his to stop him. She rubbed his crotch and unbuckled his belt. She removed PC-1's belt and shorts. PC-1 stood in his briefs and shirt. Tiffany reached into the briefs and found a semi-tumescent rod awaiting release from its confines.

PC-1 was so distracted that he completely botched his next shot as did Tiffany. She needed to catchup on the clothes shedding contest. However, her shot did leave a direct line shot that PC-1 managed to sink before missing the next.

Tiffany turned to face PC-1, reached between her boobs to the front catch and snapped it open. The space opened but the bra did not fall away from her breasts. She looked down, looked at PC-1, pouted prettily and shimmied her shoulders. The errant fabric slid aside off the oscillating mounds and then, she leaned over backward, and with her arms hanging downward, the bra fell down past her hands to the floor. As she stood back tall, PC-1 got his first full view of the beauties mounted on Tiffany's torso. The nipples were large and makeup highlighted. She turned back to the game on the table but her gaze lingering for a moment on PC-1's still clothed groin.

Tiffany surveyed the table and dismissed trying any easy shots. Despite her eagerness to remove PC-1's briefs, she was still a competitive gal. She selected another shot requiring a long reach across the table. She leaned over the table dragging her nipples across the velvet. Still out of reach due to her lack of heels, she lifted and braced one leg bent upon the table edge. Tiffany pretended to line up the shot but paused and peered back smiling, a trite invitation to PC-1 who stood behind her staring at her ass and her cameltoed cunt. Tiffany sank the shot and forgetting that she could take another, turned slowly to PC-1 and dropped to her knees in front of him. 

Tiffany placed her hands on the waistband of the briefs. and pulling forward to clear the swollen obstruction, lowered the briefs down PC-1's thighs. PC-1's cock was exposed to the free air and Tiffany's searching hands. She lifted one hand to finger the knob and, with the other, hooped the forefinger and thumb, sliding it down the shaft to the base. Propping it up, she gently kissed the tip. Pulling her head and body back, Tiffany smoothed the briefs down and off PC-1's legs and bare feet.

Tiffany stood, returned to the table and selected her next shot, again one that required a long reach across the table. She leaned over the table as before dragging her nipples across the velvet. PC-1 needed no more invitations. He used a finger to slide the panties aside and tactilely appraised her oily slick labia. Finding adequate moisture, he moved to line up his meat cue for a different kind of shot. PC-1 grasped her hips, braced and shoved his cock inside in one stroke. Tiffany jolted, recovered and set her cue stick aside. She placed both palms and both nipples flat on the velvet to hold her position. 

The joined partners helped each other. PC-1 held Tiffany firmly against the table side and she rolled her hips in time with the rhythm. PC-1 was so aroused he didn't know how long he could last. Before long, the frictions and vibrations accomplished their assigned tasks. PC-1 shot his ivory colored homage into Tiffany's warmly receptive pocket.

Serenity restored, the paramours stood and exchanged a smooch before Tiffany picked up her winnings in the form of PC-1's discarded clothes and PC-1 gathered his own souvenirs from Tiffany's discards. They left to seek other games somewhere else on the facility grounds.



Total Woman Academy 21



Ushia exited the taxi in front of a major company headquarters. Her heels clicked on the sidewalk as she approached the entrance. Her short skirt revealed her long legs, trim and toned, encased in hose. The doorman wore sunglasses and she couldn't see his eyes. But Ushia knew his eyes were following her as her breasts jiggled beneath her woman's business suit. She had worn her most supportive Wonderbra and it was displaying mounds of flesh between the lapels. Her shoulder satchel's strap bisected her cleavage adding to the effect.

The doorman didn't move as she closed on the doorway. Ushia feigned dropping the envelop she held in her hand and stooped next to the doorman to retrieve it, offering him a view of flesh down the opened lapels and a hint of almost exposed nipple atop the underwire bra. She peered upward with a shy smile and picked up the envelope. The doorman no longer had a free view of her cleavage, so decided to perform his duty and opened the door for Ushia. He had not asked her for any ID.

Having gained entry, Ushia proceeded to the elevators and selected the one that took her to the top floor on express. While riding up, she positioned herself beneath the security camera in order to offer the monitoring guard the same visual that the doorman had been offered. At the floor designated for the research division, the elevator stopped and Ushia alighted into the outer office.

The layout of the lobby looked exactly as the task dozier said it would. The TWA Security covert affairs department had obtained building plans from the city building department. They had sent a team after hours to verify that no unpermitted renovations had occurred. But the building was not this task's target; the Director of Research was. Dr Azid was a renowned expert in Middle Eastern art and antiquities and had been helping collectors across the world verify the authenticity of objects appearing on the under the table market from those war torn regions. He was also reported to be the brother of one the Middle East's most brutal terrorists, Diza. That terrorist seemed to defy capture but a recent air drone missile attack was thought to have killed him. A body had been recovered but the physical evidence was scant due to the damage caused by the blast and subsequent fire. A DNA match to covertly verify the remains was needed by intelligence agencies that could then redirect resources or misinform enemies as applicable. Ushia was executing that task requested of TWA Security by the covert agency. As an exceptionally talented Chemical Engineer, Ushia's cover was demonstrating a new paint and pigment chemical analysis device used in art verification.

Ushia said to the receptionist "I have an appointment with Dr. Azid. Is he ready to see me?" The receptionist buzzed Azid who said he could meet with Ushia immediately. The receptionist ushered Ushia into a grand corner office where a dark complexioned man sat behind the desk. 

Azid rose and walked to meet Ushia. She noticed his vision never rose above her neck. "Welcome. Please have a seat here on the couch." Ushia sat on a cushion so soft it nearly swallowed her as she sat very low. Azid sat across from her on a divan. His view extended under her skirt.

"So, you have a device that can date the organics and isotopes within a piece of art and tell its age within a few years? That is a remarkable accomplishment." Azid showed only excitement at the news but inwardly he was distraught. His brother's organization had been remanufacturing plausible art pieces from the broken remains of authentic pieces and using the sales proceeds to finance their terrorist actions. This new device must be examined. A way must be found around its capability to undo his past imitation art sales. He must gain this woman's trust and use it against her. As for Ushia, she was amused inwardly that this supposed expert who had been verifying false objects as real for his brother's art clients was dumb enough to believe such technology even existed. So the subterfuge began in earnest for both parties.

"Of course, it is in its early test trials but we feel it has potential. We need a few pilot tests where it can perform in the real world to verify its accuracy. We wanted to test it against some works that you had already verified. We can trust that an expert like you knows the object's true age." Ushia had leaned forward to show enthusiasm for her request but also, by showing some cleavage, to get some enthusiasm going in Azid as well. 

"When would the device be available for a demonstration?" Ushia pretended to think and said the device could be delivered to Azid's Research Facility tomorrow. Meanwhile, she would be staying overnight at the hotel renowned as the best in the city. 

"I am here alone on this trip and wondered if you knew of a good restaurant" Azid replied that the hotel restaurant where she was staying was one of the best. 

"I eat there often myself." 

"Well, then. I guess it's dinner alone and a good book in bed tonight."

Ushia returned to her room and freshened up, put on a dynamite cocktail dress and headed for the hotel dining room. Passing through the lobby, she was not surprised to see Azid sitting there. "Aah, Ushia, so nice to see you. Are you going into dinner? I was about to go there myself. Could we sit together? I hate eating alone." 

Ushia looked delighted and agreed. Each thought their plan was proceeding smoothly. They spent several hours in conversation, Azid telling of his struggles as a poor boy, getting a chance at college and working his way up the career ladder. Ushia feigned admiration since, in reality, she knew that Azid was the spoiled son of rich parents in the Middle East. His brother had taken the dangerous low road to civil unrest as Azid took the easy high road to affluent life in the West.

"When did you say the device would be delivered?" Azid asked.

"I am not exactly sure. I need to call my office to confirm. Their number is programmed into my cellphone which I left in my room. If you follow me up, I will call to confirm and tell you then."

The elevator lifted them to Ushia's floor. She went into her suite as Azid following her inside. She called to confirm the delivery time and while on hold, opened a bottle of wine from the room service bar. Pouring a glass for Azid and herself, she held the phone waiting for the delivery schedule as she watched Azid take a sip. Azid found the flavor to his liking. Ushia knew he would, his taste in wines was also in his dozier. Azid took a larger swallow. Strangely, wine had never hit him with a buzz this fast. He needed to sit down and he sat on the edge of the bed. Ushia watch as the drugged wine put Azid into a twilight suggestive stupor.

Discarding the phone, Ushia stood in front of Azid's woozy eyes and drew her cocktail dress zipper down her back. It fell off her and revealed her braless breasts to his gaze. She stooped and removed his shoes and pants, followed by the rest of his clothes until he lay face-up naked in bed. He had tried to help her efforts but the drug made his muscle control difficult. Ushia removed her panties but left her heels on. She climbed onto Azid and straddled his upper legs. She grabbed his flaccid penis and set her mind to the amount of work before her. His cock would become hard and he would eventually ejaculate despite the drug but it would take her best efforts to achieve it. The covert agency wanted his sperm for the comparison DNA sample.

Azid felt the touch on his privates and thought maybe he had died unknowingly and Ushia's ghostly outline was the first of the promised 29 virgins. Whether she was or not, he was willing to cooperate as best he could. He lay silently as Ushia began. She stroked him between the thighs, cradled his balls, pressed his perineum and thumbed his knob and slit. He was almost rigid as she pulled long strokes with her hand. 

Pausing, she opened a condom, placed it on her lips and used her mouth to roll it down his length. At the bottom, she used swallowing caresses to finish getting him as hard as he was going to be tonight. Rising, she adjusted her hips to target her cunt over his upright cock, and slid down until she touched bottom. 

From here on, Ushia used every technique she had learned at the Total Woman Academy to put sensations into Azid's shaft and crown. She performed hip rolls, clenching, side slides and twists. Azid remained with a dazed look on his face. Ushia began to worry that she might reach a climax before Azid. Any pause in her rhythm as she recovered her senses could mean starting over. Expedited measures were needed.

Ushia took Azid's hands and placed them over her boobs where amazingly he found enough muscle control to grip and hold on. Ushia helped him by placing her own hands over his and rotated his fingers over her boobs to increase the dulled sense of nipple play that Azid needed.

Azid's breathing finally deepened and both partners felt the rising climax approaching. It crashed over them. When Azid spurted, Ushia clamped down, squeezing the condom in place to hold its valuable contents. As Azid relaxed, Ushia carefully dismounted and placed the precious full condom in the special transport container. She gave Azid a small injection to put him to sleep for the rest of the night. After dressing, she left the room and carried the collected DNA sample to her employer. 

Tomorrow, an anonymous tip to a national newspaper would set off a storm of investigative reporting regarding fake art work being sold as real on the open market and the dishonest path would lead to straight back to Azid. A few weeks later, a low key official announcement would confirm the death of Diza and the crumbling of his suddenly impoverished and leaderless network. 

Ushia would receive a promotion to Department Head of an international chemicals conglomerate as a reward solely for her professional career work in effectively making it the most profitable specialty paint and pigment division of any company worldwide.

No one at the conglomerate would ever guess of her other effective work as an anti-terrorist patriot. 



Total Woman Academy 22



The Master Facility hosted monthly FreeWill Weekends where graduates and selected pledge contributors were invited to attend. One of the activities involved the pooling of individual fantasy and fetish requests of graduates with those submitted by select pledge contributors. If a match was found, the requestors would be notified of their acceptance and a FreeWill Weekend invitation issued. During the weekend the fantasy would be stage managed and enacted by the consenting participants.

Vanna and Vicki were attending a FreeWill Weekend. At the moment, they were in the modern décor fantasy suite playing photographer and model on the couch. They were also under the grateful gaze of a recumbent naked Ned who was propped up on pillows in the oversized bed. 

Vicki was slowly, piece by piece, removing individual articles of clothing and lingerie. Vicki twisted and turned and presented Vanna, and Ned, with increasing risqué views of her body. Vanna clicked away with the camera moving beside, over, around, and under, close-up and full body shots of Vicki's poses. For his part, Ned lay quietly with his arms behind the pillows feeling his cock grow little by little as the scene unfolded.

As the shoot went along, Vanna, looking hot and bothered as she worked the camera, would remove an article of clothing to cool down herself. As both approached nudity in motion, Vanna was up-close and personal on a face close-up when both participants made eye contact and stopped moving. After a pause, Vanna and Vicki bent towards each other's faces and began a tentative lip and tongue bob and peck. Without losing contact, Vanna set the camera aside. The kissing increased in passion and intensity. Hands reached out to caress hair, cheeks, necks and arms in an effort to increase the sensitivity of her partner. Ned watched it all as his cock continued to grow a little more.

Vanna slowed the action by taking both of Vicki's hands, gently pulling her to her feet and leading her to the foot of the bed. Turning Vicki's back to the mattress, Vanna lowered her onto the covers and adjusted her position so that she was lying face-up between Ned's outspread legs. Vicki's hair fell across Ned's groin and added to the pleasant feelings in Ned's inflated cock. Lowering to her knees between Vicki's bed-propped legs, Vanna alternately kissed her way up the inside of Vicki's thighs until her nose bumped the spongy crevasse of her cunt. Moving further, Vanna's coarse tongue skin licked each inner lip with a cat-like lap that made the soft skin begin to swell with excitement.

Vicki lay in stillness with her arms outside her legs. Ned was watching the happenings and wasn't going anywhere. Vicki was issuing murmuring moans as Vanna performed her tasteful act of love. Vicki's breathing rate increased and Vanna peered up at Vicki's face without breaking contact or movement of her tongue with the object of her calling. Patiently working her lingual skills, Vanna felt Vicki's groin's growing warmth. The crescendo would be near soon. 

Vicki placed her hands on Vanna's scalp and gently held her tighter to her cunt. Vanna continued licking. Vanna heard Vicki's breath quicken, felt more pressure on her head and smiled under cover as Vicki braced and groaned. Vicki's raised hips vibrated in orgasm as she held Vanna's face to her cunt. Then finally, Vicki slowly relaxed her pelvis back into the mattress and her breathing became more normal and regular. Vanna continued the licking, but slower and lighter until Vicki released her scalp and Vanna looked up into the dreamy gaze of Vicki smiling down at her. 

Vanna smiled back as she cat crawled up Vicki's sweat sheened abdomen and locked her lips with Vicki's. They broke off long enough to move themselves to either side of Ned. Facing each other on their sides, they moved their faces forward until Ned's now full erection was trapped between their kissing lips. They pecked their tongues out seeking each other, sliding around the shaft alternately. Sometimes they connected tips on one side of the shaft and other times missed the beat and felt Ned's tongue trapped shaft throb. They moved up the shaft from base to knob.

Ned was feeling the tongues do their work on him and knew he was close to his end. Vanna and Vicki could sense the impending end from Ned's breathing and moaning. At the ultimate moment, Vanna pulled back and Vicki rose and speared Ned's cock all the way into her mouth. Ned spurted and his cum fired directly down her throat. Vicki held it gently, giving small sucks as Ned deflated, working to pull any latent cum from his tube. Satisfied that she had gotten it all, she dragged her lips off his knob and lay down again. Vanna stared across at Vicki and smiled slightly. Vicki reached a hand out and caressed Vanna's cheek and thumbed along her lips. "Are you ready for your fantasy now? It's almost time." Vanna opened her lips, sucked on the end of Vicki's thumb and nodded.

Vanna and Vicki arose off the bed and went to the center of the room. Ned remained in bed, dazed by his post-orgasmic glow.

Vanna removed the remaining remnants of her lingerie. Vicki took Vanna's costume from the closet and helped her don it. It was an O-dress: a red tight bustier without bra cups, elbow length black velvet gloves, a calf length gauzy skirt, knee high dark silk hose and tall black heels. The bustier left both full breasts uncovered and the skirt was constructed of two overlapping panels which could spread open in front and back to expose groin and derriere. Vicki applied makeup to Vanna's face, dark eye shadow, ruby lipstick and rosed cheeks. She also applied rouge to the nipples, making them larger in diameter than Vanna's natural size, and a glossy umber rouge to Vanna's interior cunt lips. 

Vicki helped Vanna to stand and walked around her for a final inspection. She yanked tighter the bustier laces down Vanna's back. Vanna stood just a tad straighter and taller after that. Satisfied that all was ready, Vicki positioned Vanna before the double doors leading to the adjoining suite where Vanna's fantasy awaited. She added wrist cuffs with dangling clasp chains and as a final detail, wrapped a wide satin band around Vanna's eyes and forehead, fastening it behind her, effectively blindfolding Vanna. Vicki stepped in front of Vanna and opened the double doors. Vicki reached back and took both Vanna's hands in hers, and backing into the room, led Vanna forward to stand in the center of the rug. Vanna felt the air movement as Vicki moved around her and left. 

Vicki crawled into bed next to Ned and gently fondled his cock as he fingered her slit. They watched Vanna's unfolding scene on the flat screen TV linked to a hidden camera and recorder in the fantasy room beyond the double doors. 

Vanna's Fantasy: no assistance, no resistance, blindfolded

Vicki stepped in front of Vanna and opened the double doors. She saw the inside of the room but barely. The walls were dark wood paneling and the floor contained a single large woven rug. On the left was a king size bed with black satin sheets and no covers. It was lit only by a single candle. Sitting on the other side of the center rug was a seated man wearing a silk bathrobe and a Zorro-style eye mask, obscuring his facial features but allowing him to see.

Vicki reached back and, taking Vanna's hands in hers, backed into the room, leading Vanna forward to stand in the center of the rug. The man watched as Vicki led the visionless Vanna into his chamber. He stayed unmoving as Vicki left and closed the doors behind her. He sat silent waiting for the dark quietness to be absorbed by Vanna.

Vanna felt the air movement as Vicki moved around her and left. She felt the coolness in the room and her own goose-bumps rising on her arms and the back of her neck. She couldn't decide if it was the temperature, the anticipation or both.

Vanna stood still listening to the sounds around her. She had heard her own and Vicki's footsteps enter the room and change tone as they walked from the solid floor onto the carpet. She heard Vicki move around her and retreat through the doors. She heard the solid thwack as the doors shut and the latch clicked, leaving her alone in the room. She heard the candle sputter in the air movement caused by the swinging doors. As she stood silently, she thought she heard a low breathing of someone else in the room with her.

Vanna smelled the musky aroma of the dark chamber. This was a man's room, redolent of wood polish and burnt candle wax. The single candle was not floral and did not cover the other manly scents. She could smell her own body with its creamy fragrance of makeup and her natural body oils.

A chair screaked and she heard the sound of someone standing. Footsteps approached from her front and stopped, she guessed, about arms reach away. A small air movement felt on her chest preceded a hand, palms and fingers, touching the top slope of her right breast, sliding down and around the outside to come underneath. The palm cradled and lifted her mound and a thumb circled her enlarged made-up nipple. The nub of her nipple was held between thumb and finger and twisted it mildly. Her arms lifted a little in a movement intended to fend off an anticipated pinch but arrested in mid motion and her arms dropped again to her side. The hand released her breast.

She heard steps as the man walked behind her. She felt his clothes brush against her back. Her arms were pulled backwards and she heard the click of the chain clasps on the cuffs attached to her wrists. She rested her arms downward and discovered that she could not bring them fully to down position and she was effectively hand-cuffed though not severely constricted.

She felt and heard the man return to her front and she smelled and heard his breath as he brought his face closer to but higher than hers. She felt hands on both her breasts this time and would not be able to stop his caress, whatever it would be. She was relieved when his manipulations of her nipples were gentle and smooth. They went on for some time, light pulling, pinching, and twisting, lifting, even inward pressing.

The man stopped and walked behind her. She heard the rippling of his waist belt untying and heard the robe fall to the floor. Stiffness pressed the small of her back, and then pushed downward to the split of her buttocks. She felt it rub back and forth within the crevasse, a simple stroking. The touch stopped and pulled away. She heard and felt the man again move to her front. He gripped her shoulders, turned her a quarter way to the right and pressed her back, step by step until a silky bulk touched her at mid-calf level. The man continued to push and she fell backward but was guided and protected by his hands on her shoulders until she lay recumbent on the smooth silky fabric of the bed sheets. 

Her arms were still fastened behind her back and she used her fisted hands as supports beneath her ass to raise her pelvis. The man cleared aside the split skirt panels, drawing the halves over her thighs, the fabric slipping over her skin. He put two fingers from each hand under her knees and gently pulled up and out, lifting and separating her knees. She drew her heels towards her ass and planted them wide on the mattress. The exposed inner thighs felt the chill breeze as he moved closer to her. She rolled her hips up slightly, and presented her make-up glossed cunt for his use. She felt the bed give and then heard and felt his body above her. His stiffness made contact again, this time at the entrance to her slick vulva.

She felt him drive inward in one thrust and the weight of his dropping body forced her back into the mattress. He held still, allowing her time to adjust to his size and weight. Then the man got down to work. He employed long strokes as she felt his tip bump her cervix. All the inner surfaces of her cunt were rubbed by his knob. She heard his regular breathing begin to quicken. She felt his long strokes become less protracted, quicker and plunging deep but pulling only half way out. She could feel the moisture of his exertions on his chest and it was transferred to hers. Her slippery breasts and nipples were rocking around beneath his chest. The bed rolled and creaked rhythmically.

She felt his hands rub her arms and lift his upper body. The loss of contact body heat and the moisture of the sweat left chilliness on her breasts and nipples. The man's upper groin slapped against hers. Suddenly, she heard him give three progressively louder and deeper grunts, hold his breath, then emit a long howl. She felt his warm discharge deep inside her cunt, four elongated shots. As the last one flowed into her, she was again pressed full body into the mattress as he collapsed his weight onto her.

She lay still, awaiting his recovery. She felt him lift away from her and the bed creaked as she heard and felt him stand up at the foot of the bed. She heard his footsteps as he walked out of the room by another entrance than the one she had used to come in. The door closed and there was silence except for the sputter of the disturbed candle flame. She heard the double doors open and footsteps, lighter but wearing heels, that clicked on the hard floor until they were silenced at the carpet.

The bed rocked as a body crawled onto it. Vanna felt hands beneath her head undo the satin blindfold and it was removed. She saw the darkened room for the first time. Vicki's face came into view. She raised her eyebrows in a "How was it?" gesture. Vanna smiled back and nodded. Vicki helped Vanna to sit up and reached around to unfasten the chains connecting the handcuffs.

Vanna rose to her feet. Together Vanna and Vicki walked out through the double doors where they had entered and closed out the scene of Vanna's fantasy.



Total Woman Academy 23



Ned was lounging in his residence. A knocking on his veranda door caught his attention. He pulled back the curtains to find Willow motioning for him to open it. "Come out to the pool with us." she shouted through cupped hands against the glass. Ned opened the door and emerged to stand next to the buxom Willow. She wore just bikini bottoms and flip-flops. Several months prior, Ned had helped Willow with a general coaching tune-up and he recalled the way her breasts had moved, bounced and jiggled as they went through the various sensual routines. He decided to reacquaint himself with them.

The too-narrow path to the pool forced Ned to follow behind the platinum blonde and he watched her perfect butt cheeks sashay to the pool. Several other students were sunbathing or wading in the pool. Everyone was topless. Ned followed Willow as she walked down the steps into the water. Two other students came to surround Ned and they alternately splashed him and ducked away as he reached to play with them. As the sun marched towards the end of the day, the action moved to the hot tub. The students sat opposite and beside Ned and they chatted about their days and studies. Occasionally, a furtive hand would rub Ned's cock in his swim trunks under the bubbly water. 

In time, the Ned pulled himself up to sit above the water on the edge of the spa. Willow got out and came behind Ned. She pulled on his shoulders until he was upright on his knees on the deck. She pressed her boobs into his back and reached around to rub his cock. She undid the tie, unzipped the zip and cautiously pulled the trucks aside and down, careful not to scrape his erection with zipper or fabric. Still pressing her boobs into his back, she used both palms and all the fingers to encircle his erection and pump.

Ned looked at the two other students in the tub regarding the action. The seemed mesmerized by the horizontal shaft being lovingly stroked by soft hands. Ned let himself go and arched his ejaculate across the water. Willow's aim was true and he alternately squirted the exposed pair of boobs. Each student smiled and rubbed the offered essence around their chests.

More relaxed now, Ned stood, took Willow by the hand and led her back to his room through the glass veranda door. A room service dinner was followed by a night of slow, intimate sex play, exhausting both partners. Dawn broke with both sleeping in the rumple sheeted bed.

Willow woke first, slowly and seeing that Ned was still dozing, decided to wake him in style. Her head ducked beneath the sheets. Ned felt warmth at his groin as the fog of sleep lifted. He raised his head to look toward his feet. His cock was engorging and the sheets were rising and falling atop Willow's head. Willow's tongue slid up the shaft, over the knob and pecked at the tip slit. Her mouth applied soft and hard suction and her moans added vibrations. Ned lay back and let the scene unfold however it would.

Ned closed his eyes and awaited the finale which came forth with his roar of orgasmic pleasure. Willow stopped bobbing and accepted his creamy, salty gift. As calm returned she swallowed and licked his groin clean of any overflow. Somewhat satisfied with the cleanup but knowing she could do better, she got out of bed and entered the bathroom, stooping to start the bath water in the tub.

She stood in the doorway, shimmying her boobs as an invitation. Ned slid and wobbled to the bathroom, where Willow guided him into the tepid water. She performed the ordinary routine from a kneeling position outside the tub. Ned gave her a head bob to let her know he wanted her in the tub. She climbed in and tented her cunt lips over his prick. Her boobs mashed into his chest and they kissed. As the kiss prolonged, Willow began sliding her tenting lips along Ned's shaft. After many polishes of the shaft, she pulled higher on his body, caught the knob on her separated lips and impaled her cunt on his cock. The swashing of the water gave evidence of the rhythm employed. Another summit was climbed and the lovers fell over the other side, maintaining a lip-locked kiss throughout the joint climax. 

Ned nearly passed out. He regained his senses to find himself in bed, naked, with a topless bikini bottomed Willow standing at the side awaiting his mind's arrival before her body's departure. Now assured that Ned was okay, she brushed his hair back, pecked his forehead and left through the veranda doors. Ned felt confident that Willow would pass all his Evaluation Assessment tests when it came time for her promotion candidacy to the senior class. He hoped to be the Evaluation Assessor.



Total Woman Academy 24



Karl was taking an well-earned vacation at a reward for his hard work as an Evaluation Assessor for the Total Woman Academy. He had chosen a nearby seaside resort. As he relaxed in a beach chair, he spied a familiar vision walking by, a recent graduate named Xalika.

Karl actually started to tingle remembering the final evaluation assessment he had performed with Xalika. Her techniques were superb and well-polished. The timing and perfect pressure she exerted with hand, mouth and cunt were unmatched by any other student Karl had tested. And now she was here with him at the resort. 

Xalika saw Karl and walked straight to his chair. She laid a hand on his shoulder and leaned over to look in his face and greeted him calmly and directly. "Hello, Karl, so nice to see you. How have you been?" Her voice was like silk caressing his eardrums. 

"I'm fine, young lady. How have things gone since graduation? Here, sit next to me and bring me up to speed on the current events in your life." Xalika lay in the adjacent lounge chair and they talked about how her career started out fast with the 5 pledge contributor business cards she accumulated at the Senior Banquet. One of her best client's turned out to be one of the bidders for some of her auctioned clothes. She found them in his bedroom one night after they unknowingly began dating. He had them displayed in a diorama. He confessed that he had masturbated many times staring at the articles of clothes, remembering her auction performance.

But as sweet and loving as he was and though she had orgasms with him, she couldn't get the total fulfillment she wanted from their vanilla sexual encounters. She was used to a skilled and talented male that understood her physical timing and needs. "A really knowledgeable, carnal lover: someone like you, Karl."

Karl thought about it and asked Xalika how long she was staying at the resort. "Only until tomorrow," was her reply. 

"Then let's spend that time trying to get you satisfied." 

She looked across at him and idly rubbed her left nipple through her thin stretched bikini top. "I think that is a good idea. What do you plan to do to me?" Karl didn't answer, just stood up, helped her up by the hand and led her back to his room.

Inside, Xalika stood in bikini and heels before Karl. She reached out and caressed his cheek before gliding her mouth forward and capturing Karl's lips with hers. Her other hand rose to palm the back of his head and pulled it tighter into the kiss. They exchanged probing tongues, alternately seeking each other's' depth. Karl grew inside his shorts.

Xalika moved her hands down to Karl's shoulders and onward to his back. She pulled his chest in to mold against hers. Karl raised his hands to her hips and pulled to mold her groin to his. The tongue swirling continued. Xalika could feel the lump in Karl's shorts pulse with the blood flowing into his cock. 

They broke the kiss for air but touched their foreheads together and stared into each other's eyes. Noses rubbed together. As if on signal, they relaxed away from each other and Xalika dropped her arms to her sides. They had established a tender trust as assurance for the safety of the raw physical sex about to follow. Karl grasped the bikini fabric connection between Xalika's breasts. His fist exploded downward, snapping the shoulder ties. He yanked outward and the back strap broke. Xalika's breasts bounced once and rippled to stillness. Karl threw the ripped garment across the room behind his back without breaking eye contact. 

Xalika now took a step forward, grasped the neck of Karl's teeshirt and ripped sideways. She had less strength and it took several tries to rip it wide. She moved forward to reach around Karl to grasp the tee-shirt back hem, rubbing her nipples to his chest in the process. Stepping back, Karl leaned a little forward as she pulled the shredded garment over his head.

Karl stood tall and reached to grab Xalika's thong but she slapped his hand away before he reached her. Karl growled low in his throat. She grabbed his swimming truck ties and pulled the bow sharply, opening a gap in the front waist band. Her hand dove in and her palm covered his cock as her fingers reach under and cradled his balls. Her other hand jerked the waist band downward while the first hand protected his cock and balls from an errant wrench of the fabric. She leaned over and pushed his trucks to the floor. While she was bent over, Karl popped his palms sharply under her hanging boobs making them dance and jiggle.  She stood as he kicked off his pants and launched them one footed to join the bikini top across the roof. 

Karl reached again for her bikini bottom but she twisted around to avoid his hand. As her back turned to him, he grabbed the rear waist band and yanked upward. What started as a classic wedgy move was too much for the ties. The bottoms front slid down her groin, over her cunt lips and was dragged up the crack of her ass and out. Xalika yelled from the brush burn on her cunt lips. Karl tossed the bottom where the top had gone.

 Xalika turned back on Karl who grabbed the incoming arm before it could strike him. He held that wrist as his other hand full palmed her vulva. He jammed his middle two fingers up her cunt. Now having a balanced two hand hold, Karl lifted Xalika off the floor and tossed her on the bed pulling his fingers out as she flew away from him. On the rebound upward, Karl grabbed her legs, and placed her knees astride his shoulders and held her ass against his chest. She was now held inverted with her knees on Karl's shoulders as her shoulders were supported by the bed. Karl planted his mouth and sucked hard on the irritated cunt lips. 

Xalika stopped struggling when Karl licked the center of the slit and put little teeth nibbles on the side flaps. Ned maintained a steady pace of licks and little tooth pinches. Xalika relaxed her back and just savored the tingles in her groin. Her breathing changed rate and her moans got louder as she reached to hold Karl's hands where he had her legs trapped against his chest. Her moans grew louder and her legs squeezed together, trapping Karl's head and covering his ears so that he heard only a muffled screech as Xalika came.

When Xalika relaxed and unclamped Karl's head from the orgasmic leg vise, he lowered her onto the bed and arranged her legs outside his hips. Palming her ass cheeks, he put the tip of his cock at the entrance to her cunt. Karl let his body fall forward and with one strong thrust, buried himself in Xalika. She turned her head sideways to avoid his face, a kiss or any tender touch. Karl drew his cock backward and drove in again and again. He set his own rhythm and pleasured his cock without regard for her feelings. His knob swelled, his toes, legs and groin prickled as his pleasure approached. He jetted with a roar. Withdrawing his rod, Karl climbed up her body, pried open her mouth and rammed his softening meat into her mouth. She sucked and cleaned it.

Karl lay sideways next to a likewise sideways Xalika with the covers pushed back. They were lightly pecking each other's face with kisses, sometimes pausing for an extended mouth open smooch. Their hands were caressing each other's flanks. Karl pulled himself halfway up Xalika's body as she scrunched down his. At the right position, she put her mouth completely over his prick and suckled gently. Ned reached down to caress her hair and dozed off.

Karl awoke later with his flaccid prick inside Xalika's mouth while she continued to sleep. Sunlight was peeking through the curtains. Karl caressed her head. Xalika woke slowly, recognized her surroundings and began suckling tenderly on Karl's cock. Karl lay back and enjoyed the feeling. As he grew in her mouth, Xalika put a little stroke motion into action. When Karl was really hard, she stopped and rose from the bed. She walked nude to the bathroom and soon Karl heard the shower running.

Karl walked into the bathroom with his rigid cock bobbing in from of him. He opened the shower door and stepped in. Xalika turned to face him. Karl reached under her one knee and lifted. He lined up his cock with her opened cunt and plunged in. Xalika pulled him into an embrace as Karl slammed her against the shower wall. With her back anchored, she raised the other leg and crossed her ankles. Karl pumped away until his cock throbbed out his cum into Xalika. 

Xalika whimpered as his cock shrank and withdrew. She did not get her orgasm from this particular event. Karl set her down on her feet. Xalika washed Karl and he washed Xalika. His sweeps aroused her even higher. When they were clean and hot, Karl walked back into the bedroom. Xalika ran to the bed and lay with legs spread. Karl dived face first onto her cunt and his tongue lashed the engorged lips. Xalika quickly howled her orgasm.

After dressing, Karl escorted Xalika back to her suite. Xalika gave Karl a final tender kiss at the door and went inside, feeling fulfilled and satisfied. 



Total Woman Academy 25



Mrs. Smith had Karl sitting in her office. "A senior student presented an unusual but reasonable coaching tune-up request. She is curious about bondage and control. Would you be willing to run her through a demonstration?"

Karl thought about how he would go about it. "Yes. I will start here at the senior facility, use the Master facility fantasy suites and return here. When will this session take place?" 

Mrs. Smith consulted her calendar and made some calls to arrange the facilities. "How about early next week?" Karl agreed and asked for some items to be delivered so he could test them and prepare for the project. Mrs Smith said "Remember, Karl, this is only a demonstration and training. You must not cause real pain, only temporary discomfort or humiliation."

Mid-morning, Karl waited in the coaching tune-up room at the Senior facility for the student to appear. The yellow status indicator door light meant knock before entering. The knock was soft but Karl granted entry. In stepped Yvette, a pony-tailed blonde wearing sneakers, light shorts and a sleeveless cotton blouse. Karl motioned her to come to him and she complied, standing attentively. "Yvette, for the next two days, I will give you a demonstration of bondage and control as you have requested. If anything bothers you, say 'plum pudding' and we will stop and discuss it. Otherwise, please comply with all my instructions." Yvette acknowledged the rules and repeated the safe word.

Karl picked up a set of red high heel shoes with leather angle straps. "These are the type of heels that you will wear for the rest of the next two days. Let's put them on." Yvette reached down and removed her sneakers. Karl helped her don the heels and tighten the straps. He had her walk around the room to see if the shoes were the right size and reasonably comfortable. They were. As Yvette stood in front of Karl, he kneeled down and placed a little padlock through a hasp on the ankle strap of each shoe. Karl stood and said "That will keep them on until I want them off." Karl produced a set of leather buckle straps. He took one of Yvette's wrists and encircled it, buckling it. He did the other wrist and then attached two small padlocks similar to the ones on the heels. He placed a short clip chain between the cuffs and showed Yvette how the cuffs secured her hands in front. He unclipped them, walked around Yvette, pulled her wrists behind her and re-clipped them. He returned to her front. 

"Before we look at neck collars, let's get you stripped for action." Yvette glanced backward at her arms and looked back at Karl as if to remind him that she couldn't remove her clothes with her wristed cuffed behind her. Karl picked up a pair of fabric shears, pulled down on her shirt tails, and cut the fabric up the front. The sides hung open off her shoulders. He cut along the top of the sleeveless shoulders and the shirt fell to the floor. Karl put the shears aside and picked up a pocket knife. He cut the shoulder straps of her bra and then placed the knife beneath the bra front closure and cut it as well. The bra popped aside her full, high set breasts but did not fall, held lightly by the roundness of her mounds. Yvette watched the cutting then and then returned her gaze to straight ahead. Karl flicked the cups sideways off her boobs with the back off his hands. Yvette's breasts bounced out and recentered, jiggling to a stop.

Karl placed a wide leather collar around Yvette's neck, buckled and padlocked it. "These are the basic restraints that are used in most bondage situations. Let's finish the stripping." Karl used the shears to cut the outside seam of Yvette's shorts. These were heaped with the other cutup articles. Karl used the knife to cut the side ties of the thong panties. They fell away but were hung up at her groin. Karl pulled them away and touched a finger to Yvette's moist cunt lips. Karl unclasped the cuffs and showed Yvette a makeup vanity table. 

For the next hour, they chose colors and glosses to match her tone and texture. Eyelids and lashes were lined and darkened. Blush for the cheeks and bright red lipstick. Finger and toe nails painted. An umber color was applied to her nipples with a darker highlight for the nubs. Her inner cunt lips were glossed to a sheen that peeked out between the protective skin folds. 

Karl led Yvette to stand before a full mirror and they both inspected the makeup lines and colors. Satisfied, Karl clasped Yvette's cuffs behind her and announced "Well, let's go." He led Yvette to the door but she stopped short, pulling back slightly on the hand guiding her arm. Karl looked at her face and waited for her to say the safe word. Instead, Yvette let her shoulders relax and nodded. Karl put his hand tightly around her upper arm and pushed her through the door into the hallway. 

Several students were strolling to the dining room and stared as Karl quick stepped the high heeled naked Yvette down the hallway and out the front door. Karl ducked Yvette's head and pushed her on the ass into the waiting limousine. She crawled up to sit on the forward facing seat and Karl got in beside her. He buckled her lap belt. The door closed and the limousine accelerated out the drive. Yvette didn't know where they were going but she knew she was safe with Karl although his behavior was becoming more aggressive. 

Karl unzipped his fly, grabbed Yvette by the ponytailed hair close to the scalp and dragged her face to his crotch. He held her face an inch above his soft cock. "Use your tongue and lips to pull out my cock and suck it." Her tongue protruded and tried to scoop under the shaft. Unsuccessful, she tried another tactic. Pushing her face down, she used her lips to find the knob and gently carried it into the light of day. Now outside the shorts, she descended its length and sucked on it. Karl let go of her ponytail and used both hands to doff his shorts. Despite being secured at the waist and bending sideways, Yvette showed remarkable ability to raise and lower her head even with her hands still cuffed behind her. 

Karl was impressed with this little show of athleticism and was encouraged that she could perform some of his more difficult planned activities. Meanwhile, he lay back and let her work, sometimes rolling or pinching an available nipple nub or kneading the boob full handed from underneath. Hanging on to a boob, he closed his eyes and began to feel the rising climax. His hand squeezed harder and then his cock shot bursts of cum into Yvette's mouth. She kept her lips closed around his shaft as she sucked and swallowed all she could. 

Karl opened his eyes and saw the blonde head still covering his groin and suckling him gently. He took hold of the ponytail and righted Yvette back into her seat. She tilted her head back and swallowed the remnants of Karl still in her mouth. Yvette looked over at Karl but he used his hand on her chin to face her head to front. Using a wide satin band, he wrapped her head in a blindfold and waited for the safe word. It didn't come. Karl fed little nibbles of fruit and cheese and sips of water to Yvette during the rest of the ride. The limousine sped on and as the afternoon dwindled, it finally pulled into a gated estate driveway and stopped at the portico. "We're here" said Karl. The limousine door opened automatically and a naked Karl and Yvette emerged at the Master facility front door. 

Karl pulled Yvette along who was quick stepping in her heels, now more unstable with the blindfold in place. They arrived in front of the Fantasy Suites. Karl opened a door and pushed Yvette inside. She stumbled but recovered without falling. The room smelled of candle wax, leather soap and musk. Karl untied the blindfold and Yvette saw her surroundings. The room was dim, lighted by a few small bulbs. In one half of the room was a table with leg stirrups and an elevated head rest. A large bed occupied the other side. A doorway led to a bathroom. Karl let Yvette look around for a while and then unfastened the cuff clips so her hands were free. Karl removed the collar as it was superfluous inside the room. He invited her to freshen up her makeup in the bathroom while he prepared the room.

When Yvette returned freshened, she saw that the bed had the covers removed and just the sheets remained. Karl stood by the table and beckoned her over. He placed her back against the bottom end of the table and boosted her ass onto it. Taking each foot, he fastened the heels into the stirrup's locking mechanisms. He rudely smacked her back down on the table and clipped each cuff over her head to the opposite end of the table. He elevated the head rest so she could see down her body. Then he stood between her legs and adjusted the stirrups wider to fully open her pussy to his manipulations.

Karl poked a finger in her hole and found it was just mildly lubricated. He opened a drawer under the table and removed a bullet head vibrator. He buzzed her nipples until the nubs expanded hard then moved to her cunt. He worked the vibratory over her vulva, occasionally poking it inside but not too deep. Yvette began a low moan. Karl said "Try not to come too quickly; we have a long night ahead of us. And please be silent." On second thought, the silent part wouldn't work with what he had in store for Yvette. He found a strapped ball gag and fit it over her mouth and fastened in behind her head.

Karl returned to work on Yvette's cunt. He ran the vibrator liberally over her groin and slipped it inside more often. Yvette moaned more and more and finally raised her hips off the table and screamed into the gag. Karl held the buzzing vibrator halfway inside Yvette through the climax. As she came down physically and emotionally, he drew out the probe and switched it off.

Yvette opened her eyes and watched as Karl lined up his erection with her soaked cunt and drove it in. Long slow strokes became long faster strokes then short fast strokes. Karl threw his head back and howled as he blew his seed inside Yvette who simply watched it happen without emotion.

Karl and Yvette lay on the sheeted bed spooning. Karl had helped her off the table and placed her on her side on the bed. He fastened her cuff chains to a hook in the headboard and her heels to chains attached to the foot board. She lay peacefully with Karl's groin low against her ass and the tip of his cock just inside her vulva. She was making contractions on his knob. He was stroking her flank with the timing he wanted in the compressions of her cunt muscles. Yvette concentrated on the rhythm. 

Karl liked the feeling but knew it would not make him cum. He withdrew and pulled back from her ass. He unclipped her wrist chains and refastened them so she lay on her stomach at an angle across the bed. He moved one leg under her head and the other over her shoulder so that she was face down on his erection. She drew him in and suckled. Karl lay back and prepared to go to sleep with his cock warmly nestled in Yvette's mouth.

Karl woke in the morning with Yvette still facing his groin. He bumped her head with a hand to wake her. She was already half awake, understood where she was and suckled Karl's soft cock which began to respond. Karl let her work awhile and then pulled her head off his cock.

Karl placed Yvette back onto the table. He locked her down. He lowered the head rest so that her head lay hanging down behind her. Her ponytail touched the floor. Karl opened her mouth and plunged in. His cock now pushed against the back of her mouth and top of her throat. He held there as he twitched her nipple nubs. Then Karl slowly stroked his cock in and out of Yvette's mouth. He used the bullet vibrator to draw lazy circles on her nipples and upper breasts. He reached down and fingered her clit. Yvette surrounded Karl's cock with her mouth and Karl surrounded her with various caresses over her available body. 

Karl pulled out of Yvette's mouth, climbed on the table and straddled Yvette's chest. He pressed Yvette's boobs together forming a channel for his prick. He stroked his saliva moistened shaft through the tunnel. Yvette could not see it as her head was still bent backward on the dropped headrest. But she could hear Karl's breath quickened and his roar as the first stream of seed arced past her face, then the next few dropped onto her face, neck and upper chest. 

Karl released Yvette to freshen-up. After she emerged from the bathroom, Karl moved her to the center of the room and examined her makeup for any flaws. All seemed correct: hair, eyes, lips, cheeks, nails, nipples and vulva, painted and colored to enhance and display. Karl pulled her arms behind her back and clipped them together with the cuff chains. He placed the leather collar around her neck and fastened it with the padlock. Karl clipped a chain leash to the collar. "Let's take you home." he said. 

Karl led Yvette by the leash out of the room. This would be a slower walk as he led her through the building, past many of the staff and guests, around the pool and deck area. He stopped several times to chat with people he knew, never introducing his bonded companion who stood by patiently, eyes downward, too embarrassed to make eye contact with anyone. Karl led his naked captive through the front door and out to the waiting limousine. He ducked her head and pushed her in with a slap on a bare ass cheek.

The return limousine ride was mostly spent with Yvette's gagged head bent face down onto the front seat as Karl seated behind her used various dildos and vibrators on and in her cunt. Several times she approached her orgasm but Karl backed off before it arrived. Finally, he pressed a bullet vibrator against her clit as he probed her vagina with a large dildo. Yvette came with a crashing screech that was loud despite the gag. Karl was ready himself, kneeled up on the floorboards behind her and drove his engorged prick into Yvette's cunt again and again until he planted his seed deep inside.

Later, Yvette was kneeling facing Karl with his erect cock in her mouth. As the limousine pulled up to the senior facility, Karl loosed another volley of cum into Yvette's mouth. He unfastened the leash from a hook where it had been symbolically attached. He donned a pair of tight black shorts. 

The car door swung open and Karl emerged with naked Yvette in tow. He walked slowly inside, around the various downstairs rooms and the pool deck, displaying the bond Yvette for all to see. They ascended the stairs and went to the shower room. Yvette sat on a bench as Karl unlocked her heels, collar and cuffs. 

Karl got into a shower stall with her and scrubbed her down, using fine scented soaps and shampoos to cleanse away the spoiled makeup and musky smell of fucking. Somewhat refreshed but exhausted by her ordeal, she let Karl lead her by the hand to her dorm room where he knocked. A scantily clad student opened the door. Karl steered Yvette into the care of her roommate and left for his own quarters in the residential guest suites to rest after two hard days of work.



Total Woman Academy 26



Ned was lounging at the pool deck of the Master Facility. He had finished a three day coaching tune-up marathon with four different senior students at their facility and left that place before anymore last minute requests could be made. He was scanning the pool deck full of exposed flesh when a woman dressed in a well-fit business suit was escorted from the adjacent house by Mrs. Smith. Ned was surprised to see Mrs Smith here at the Masters facility away from her senior students. Spying Ned, she conducted the business woman towards him. "Ned, this is Zena. She is a TWA alumnus and is in discussions to become the Master facility housemother. Zena, this is Ned, our top evaluation assessment staff member."

Ned extended a handshake to Zena who said "We haven't met but my daughters are both TWA graduates and speak highly of you." Ned remained amused by the lackadaisical manner in which parents thanked him for teaching their daughters how to fuck better. Ned tried to determine which students this woman had borne. Though clothed, he could see that huge flesh mounds pressed against constraining jacket buttons. At middle-age, the face still had a youthful look and beneath the skirt was a shapely ass held up by toned legs in heels. She could be the mother of any one of half the student population.

Mrs Smith invited Ned to join them for dinner that evening. Ned wore a sport coat and slacks and the women wore cocktail dresses. The limousine took them to a fashionable roof top restaurant in a nearby city. After light dinner banter, Zena related her story.

After graduation, Zena found a suitable career and mate and had been lucky with stock investments. She bore two daughters with the rising star of a major corporation but was left widowed by an industrial accident. After some time, she enrolled both daughters at TWA and they pursued their lives with successes outshining even their mother's career.

Zena became involved with several local charities and met an older media tycoon. Marriage was not in the cards as his fortune and life were tied to the extended family and an alienated wife. Zena accepted the situation as she liked the charisma of the mature man. They were not flouting their relationship but neither were they secretive. It was an open arrangement and Zena travelled with him or attended charity functions as often as either of them desired. He was generous with his time and companionship. Zena was not looking for other companions and, with her bedroom skills, the man had neither the will nor the energy to stray.

One night, he was particularly amorous and they ran a marathon session of sex play and intercourse. On his final act ever, the man came and collapsed his weight onto Zena. She thought he was exhausted but when she tried to stir him, she found, quite literally, that he had died in her arms.

The funeral was tense with her presence and the reading of the will later saw her receive a large percentage of the man's media assets. Zena had no desire to own or operate a piece of a media empire and certainly not together with the consternated family. She negotiated a fair settlement with the family and combined it with her existing portfolio into a tidy, secure income. With her daughters gone and being rather unwelcome in the social circles she had once travelled, Zena looked for something to engage her energies. The position of Housemother at the Master Facility intrigued her.

Mrs. Smith gave Zena a tour of the facility that day. The only remaining area was the Fantasy Suites. "Ned, I believe you should show that area to Zena. It is your area of experience more than mine." Ned agreed to perform the responsibility.

Zena met Ned outside the three suites. Ned showed her the colored annunciators over each door and described the meanings: Red Light, Do Not Enter; Yellow Light, Knock Before Entering; Green Light, Enter At Will. 

They started with the Costume Suite. The main room had a large bed, additional sitting areas, mirrors and wall-to-wall carpeting. The attached bath had glass enclosed shower stall and separate garden tub. Several large walk-in closets contained a wide variety of heels, dresses, costumes, lingerie and uniforms in many sizes. Patrons could specify ahead of time their particular wish of clothing or browse the inventory for on the spot ideas. The air whispered floral and fruity scents.

The Victorian Suite had a similar bath and set of closets but with fewer costumes and clothes. The main room decor was dark paneling and lacy furnishings on a four poster canopy bed. Carpets covered the sitting areas of the hardwood floors. Stuffed chairs, couches and side tables with lamps completed the feel of old money and leisure. The atmosphere held deep odors of wood polish and leather. The suites were inter-connected by double doors. 

Ned and Zena moved through a set of those doors into the Bondage Suite. The walls and ceiling were decorated with faux stone blocks with attached chains and cuffs invoking a dungeon effect. The floor was bare concrete with a center drain. There were various styled wood and metal stocks along the walls with eyelets, hooks, chains and cuffs. The center of the room contained a polished wood mechanical table with leg and arm extensions fitted with restraints. An industrial stainless steel sink was mounted in a corner. Some cabinets and drawers contained cuffs, collars, chains, free restraints, scissors, knives and other implements. The room smelled wet and musty. There was a simple bath and shower room behind a hidden doorway.

Zena strolled around the central table dragging her hand over the wood table top with its inlaid brass hinges connecting the moveable panels. She fingered the cold steel clamps and chains. She worked the handles and wheels that adjusted the shape and angles of panels. 

Zena asked Ned "Do you know how all these things work?"

Ned replied "Yes, do you want a thorough demonstration?"

"If I am to be the Housemother here, I need to be intimate with all the facility's details."

"Then let's start over here at the tool kit."

Ned opened the cabinets and drawers and showed Zena the tools available. Some chains had padlock hasps while others were easily unsnapped, even by the person being bonded. Most of the knives and scissors had blunt ends to avoid accidental pricking of flesh. Ned opened the drawer filled with neck collars made of leather, satin, rope and chain-mail. He selected a leather one with padlock claps and four embedded stainless steel rings spaced apart arounf the circumference of the collar. Looking at Zena expectantly, he raised the collar to her neck level. She reached back and lifted her hair out of the way. He placed the collar around her neck and moved to buckle the clasps, bumping her chest with his in the process. She didn't flinch as he snapped the closure. Backing up to arm's length, he checked the fit and she lowered her hair and arms.

Ned selected some wrist cuffs of similar leather, the matching set. Zena gracefully lifted one arm to him and then the other; Ned encircled them with the cuffs. Zena turned and strolled to the square frame against one wall. She faced out and attached one wrist cuff to the handing chain at the corner and raised her other wrist to the opposite corner and looked at Ned expectantly. Ned obliged and connected the other wrist. He reached behind her and lowered the zipper of her strapless cocktail dress and let it fall to her feet. She lifted one heel at a time as he helped her remove the garment.

Zena was attached by her wrists and wearing a demi-bra, panties, hose and heels in addition to the restraining leather at neck and wrists. Ned retrieved a knife from the tool tray. He placed it beneath the center connector of the demi-bra and sliced the fabric. It popped completely aside and Ned feasted on the sight of Zena's full breasts. As she had learned in the Academy and practiced lifelong, makeup enhanced the nipples and nubs. Ned approved with a nod and smirk. Zena tested the strength and length of the restraining chains, then Ned unfastened both to release her from the frame.

Zena walked to the table and standing at the foot end, let Ned help her, with a boost on her butt, to sit on the end of the table. She spread her thighs to set her feet in the stirrups. Ned showed her the way it gripped the heels to restrain the feet. Zena lay back and Need adjusted the headrest to her height. He extended the armatures outward, and spreading her arms, fastened her wrists to the ends. He returned to her feet and adjusted the stirrups to spread her ankles, calves and thighs wide open.

Zena was now fastened spread-eagle on the bondage table. Ned let her feel the position for a while, and then moved to release her wrists. Zena said, "Do you usually release the captive at this point?"

Ned answered "No, of course not, the fantasy or training would continue to more robust activities."

"I will be the housemother here and must be intimately aware of the capabilities of my facilities. Please proceed with those more robust activities and give me the full experience."

Ned gave a 'You're the boss' shrug and retrieved a ball gag from the toolkit. He placed it in Zena's mouth and pulled the elastic band behind her head. Using the knife, he cut the sides of her panties and pulled them off. Ned picked up a bullet vibrator and began humming it around her colored areoles. The nubs grew and stuck upwards like buttons. Ned moved to her groin and moved the mechanical prick around her clitoris. This elicited a response from Zena who began a silenced whimper and orbited her hips in small circles to try and keep the vibrator on her clit. Ned worked in counter-moves to frustrate her efforts.

Ned used two vibrators, one on the clitoris and the other on the vaginal lips. Zena more than orbited now and gave full hip thrusts, trying to embed the vaginal vibrator. Ned switched to a penetration motion to let her have what she sought. The whimpering got louder.

Ned stopped and moved to the head of the table and removed the ball gag. Dropping his pants and briefs, he also dropped the headrest to align Zena's mouth and throat horizontally. Placing his cock close to her lips, he let Zena lick his shaft, knob and balls. As Zena got Ned ready, he continued to arouse her body, using the vibrators on both nipples at the same time. When he was hard enough, he pushed the knob tip down to horizontal and slid it past her lips.

Zena used all her suction power to pull him in deep. Fully seated, Ned leaned over and used his tongue to stimulate one nipple while the vibrator worked the other. He gave Zena mild hip thrusts. Zena began to moan louder as Ned nipped her nipples with his teeth. He then leaned over further and dragged his tongue along her clitoris. Zena moaned, then whimpered when Ned paused. Ned resumed the licking and vibrations. Then he paused again when her breathing deepened.

Cycling the sensations several times, with Zena getting progressively louder and more vigorous in her movements. She was on a knife's edge of tension. Suddenly, Zena's whole body went rigid and Ned joined her in orgasm, pumping his seed into her mouth.

Ned unraveled from his reversed position atop Zena. Standing, he thought about whether to end the experience here or continue. He decided to continue in the shower as they cleaned up. He unfastened Zena and helped her alight from the bondage table. He took off her bondage leathers. Ned took her hand and led her to the bathroom. Helping her to remove her heels and stockings, he started the shower and got them both into the stall. After thoroughly scrubbing the sex scent off each other, Ned flipped down a hinged seat and sat under the water spray. 

Zena sat astride facing him, placed his cock and sat down. She employed all the strokes, slides, twists and cunt clamping she had learned as a student and employed as a graduate. Ned liked the fact that the TWA curriculum had done so well for her over the years and was still going strong. They did not kiss, but twisted their heads to nip each other's ears and stroked each other's backs and necks. The moment arrived and they pulled each other tight for a rousing mutual spasm that left each calm and tender afterwards. 

Later, Ned was standing in a residence guest suite bedroom window, surveying the grounds of the Total Woman Academy Master facility in the moonlight. Zena looked over his shoulder as she pressed her boobs into his back and reached around to stroke his semi-hard cock. 

Ned thought about Zena and the many alumni like her who wanted to give back to the place that had changed their lives for the better. Some remembered their Academy years fondly and wanted to return for occasional adventures. Ned could contemplate scenarios where the education of sensual anatomy could be used for healing therapies. And there seemed to be a market niche for a leisure center where alumni and favored guests could interact in a resort type facility. Ned would discuss it with the housemothers and prepare a proposal for the board of directors. But mostly, Ned was contemplating how his life and career had come to this. And the future looked bright. 

Zena stirred and drew Ned back towards the bed. She also wanted Ned's long term future to be bright but right now she had plans for Ned's immediate future. Those plans involved Ned's rigid cock buried deep in her cunt while his face was held to her soft cleavage.