All Chapters of The Slaved Virgin Offering: Chapter 1471 - Chapter 1480

Past meetings lead to the starting of 2 affairs.****Preview.Alec Braxton was a hired gun, he was not looking for love. But he was not a monk either. His past meetings with the two women were occasional and unconventional (oral and anal). Also, anal sex may be fine in a shower, but it is not a good idea in a faculty office.When fishing it often helps to have several lines in the water at once. Here, on the small campus luck strikes - twice - in a short period.please note:A Department Chair is the administrator of a department, he thinks he is the boss in a discipline like English or Chemistry because he has the biggest office. But actually he is a overworked paper pusher since he can't hire or fire or change the pay of any faculty member. In fact, the department chair really has only one power: scheduling. However, since the objective is to impart knowledge to all the precious darlings (students) this is more a case of co-ordinating the desires, skills and preferences of the indi

Nancy knew I don't watch TV commercials with a little football and comments from ancient all-pro jocks sprinkled in. As an excuse to get in the door she mentioned some questions about something we were working on together. Talking turned into her wanting some friendly contact, first an arm around the shoulder, then she got topless for an embrace, inviting my oral appreciation of her sensitive breasts.I appreciated very well.It seemed I had a way with her nipples and they really needed some up-close and personal attention after her long week of teaching.I firmly believe that if a woman reveals her marvelous wonders to a man, the man must show good taste. I told her they both tasted very good, maybe the right one was sweeter. After the chuckles I gave her the cuddles and the nipple nibbles she craved, getting her panties delightfully damp in the process. Once that started, if I was a gentleman there was only one way it could end, she didn't deserve to wear damp panties. She giggled a

Snowballs could be messy, but I was surprised about her creampie aversion. She liked oral sex and I imagined a cream pie felt pretty good for the female involved. When I asked why she covered her face with her hands out of pure embarrassment. She said she could not face me at the office if I saw, "her uglies, up close and messy." That went double because I was an exalted faculty member while she was the lowest staff. Cunnilingus was okay because I took turns with her, and it was too good to pass up. (It was another one of the things she loved about me.) She claimed that my junk looked better than her's, but she knew I would reciprocate so she put up with me "licking her ugly" while making her feel good. In making a creampie I was already doing her a favor, so I "should not have to look at it messy, or eat my own stuff." I could not convince her otherwise, there was no arguing with her.I concluded Nancy was kind of stuck in high school about sex. With a local guy Nancy just expects on

"I imagine that with your husband back home you are less interested."She gave a sigh that spoke volumes - it said I was going to have her body to enjoy with the lights on. "So you know I have a husband. I had such hopes, I wished, but... expectations... You don't know my husband. As planned there is a bun in the oven, but I would rather not talk about that here. He arrived home a few days later than I hoped, I had taken some time off work in hopes of romance, but I should have known better. To be honest I figured it was something to do with his South Pole bed warmer..."A penguin perhaps?" I could not help it, the image just jumped into my head.She was entertained and almost broke up. "You know, I am not sure that would have been worse. Anyways, he showed up here with two of his bothers, right on time... there was no alone time, no romance. I was made naked, they took turns all weekend. The deed was done. They made it very boring. Drudgery. Then I was back to work. Things were norma

"Yeah, about that... The thing is, he can't read the journals you publish in, and he knows it. THAT hurts like a knife in the guts."In academia budget games are played with silly, made-up bendable rules. In order to pay me a salary I would consider, the Provost, with her Dad's approval, had to bend some of the silly rules well beyond the point where anyone thought they could be bent.Each college is alloted a budget based on "positions." There is a formula for that. Each position is allocated so many dollars. The big sin was that my Dean sacrificed a faculty position slot, one of a half dozen he would never fill, so he could pay me more than twice the usual baseline salary for a Liberal Arts position. In effect, I was so special I counted as two people for salary. It was a simple and terrible message about my value relative to hoi polloi.Our Dean had long complained that he could not hire any Business faculty at Liberal Arts pay rates. Now I was publicly getting paid more than two "