|Deep Focus by M.L. Caufax|
Zöe is nervous and excited to begin her first year at the exclusive university tucked away in a tiny forest town. Her new boss, Dean, is a handsome older man with captivating blue eyes, and an understanding smile. Everyone comes to him for counsel, even the townsfolk down the hill, because Dean always knows exactly what they should do.
At Dean’s suggestion, it seems only natural that Zöe should submit to her classmate Trevor’s commanding advances when he comes to Dean for grief counseling after a bad breakup. Why shouldn’t they put on erotic plays for Counselor Dean whenever he pleases? It no big deal – they’ll only forget again when they leave, to focus on more important things like school work.
Only when Zöe is gifted with an ancient talisman that protects her from Dean’s hypnotic gaze does she finally discover the horrible truth… (M/F, M/F/M)
“Zöe has developed a new point of view since she came to college,” Dean said. “Haven’t you, Zöe?”
“Yes, Dean,” she breathed.
“Trevor, would you like to take off her shirt while she tells us about it?” Dean asked.
“All right,” I said. My hands moved out to the sides of her chest. She raised her arms above her head, and kept them raised as I moved down to her waist.
“Go ahead, Zöe,” Dean said.
“I… I think about sex almost all the time,” she said. “Even when I’m writing a paper or taking a test.” I put my hands under her shirt—her skin was smooth and very warm—and lifted it up over her head. Zöe was wearing a light cream-colored bra. The top of her chest, just above her breasts, had flushed fever-pink. So had her cheeks. She was blushing.
“Last week I had a test in Algebra,” she continued, still looking at me. “I couldn’t stop touching myself, even though I was right in the middle of class. I was stroking myself with my left hand while I wrote down answers with my right hand. I… I tried to be discreet about it, but I’m sure the people next to me could see what I was doing. As soon as I finished writing down the last answer, I started to have an orgasm. I bit my lip and held onto the desk, but I couldn’t keep from making noise. When I looked around I noticed that everyone in the room was watching me, but it was too late. I just couldn’t hold back. I came right there, in f-front of the whole class.” She stopped. I saw another shiver pass over her, though the room was quite warm.
“I’m surprised I didn’t hear about this,” I said.
“It wasn’t really a big deal,” Dean said. “Almost everyone forgot about it a few minutes later. There was one student who was upset by it, but I had a chance to talk with her and now she’s doing fine.” He crossed his legs. “Tell us, Zöe, what makes you sexually attracted to someone else.”
“When I know that someone is attracted to me, I become attracted to them,” she said.
“That seems like a natural response,” Dean said.
“Yeah, I think so,” Zöe said, nodding slightly.
“So if you knew that a man wanted to have sex with you, how would you feel?”
“Excited,” Zöe said. “Aroused. My nipples would get hard, like they are now.” The tip of her tongue darted out to moisten her lips. “When I’m attracted to a man, I become completely submissive. Whatever he tells me to do, I’ll do.”
She stopped, her eyes still fixed on me. I thought I saw a flicker of fear in them, somewhere beneath the desire. Wondering what I would do now, after what she had said.
“So this is Zöe’s new point of view,” Dean said to me. “It’s up to you, Trevor, but it seems to me that the best way to deal with a girl like her is… firmly.”
My hands were steady. My mind felt calm and clear. “I think you’re right, Dean,” I said. “I think you’re right.”
Zöe looked up at me, beautiful, helpless.
“Take that off,” I said sharply, motioning to the bra.
“Yes, Trevor,” Zöe said. She reached behind her back.
“Don’t use that name when you speak to me,” I said. “Call me Master.”
“Yes, Master,” Zöe said, her eyes downcast. She unhooked the clasp and the bra came away in her hands. Her naked breasts were a shade paler than the rest of her. They swelled into tips where dark nipples rose erect from tight circles of dark flesh.
I reached forward and hefted one breast in my palm, as if weighing a melon. Zöe gave a small gasp. I bent down and put the hard nipple between my lips. I heard her breath catch. I ran my tongue around her areola and sucked more of the breast into my mouth, pulling her toward me. I rolled her nipple between my teeth, gently.
But I didn’t have to be gentle, did I?