Date: Mon, 14 Feb 2000 10:50:36 GMT
From: Kim Cheng <kim_lotuseater@hotmail.com>
Subject: File "D" FF

File 'D'
by lotuseater

Karen could barely contain her excitement at
meeting her new professor.  She knew she
shouldn't take the chance, but going around
bare-bottomed always gave her a delicious thrill.
Perhaps in the evening twilight, her daring would
go undetected...

"Welcome to State University, Dr. Dunleavy.  I'm
Karen Wu; I'll be your Teaching Assistant."  the
pretty nineteen-year-old greeted Caitlin Dunleavy.
It was an early Friday evening in November.

Smartly dressed, the lovely forty-something
professor sported a fashionably short razor buzz
cut that showed her thickly dark brown hair's
slightest traces of silvery highlights to maximum
advantage.  Karen couldn't help but appreciate her
trim 34-22-32 figure clad in a well-cut suit outfit.
At 5 feet and 100 pounds, Caitlin Dunleavy was a
very attractive woman indeed.

"A pleasure to know you, Karen." The professor
smiled warmly.  The girl took the proffered hand.
Her heart sank when she noticed the white gold
wedding band and expensive engagement stone
adorning Caitlin's left ring finger, as the older
woman clasped it momentarily over the
handshake.

"Well, let's get your office set up, shall we?" she
said brightly, recovering quickly.

"Fine."

"Can I take your grip?"

"Oh, no; I'll manage.  I have some private files in
my briefcase.  I could use some help with this box,
though."

The Chinese girl bent to pick up the bulky carton.
As she did, Caitlin thought she noticed a flash of
flesh higher than it ought to have been under the
perky girl's short skirt.  Odd, she thought; it looks
as though she's...

Karen straightened.  "Shall we go?"

"Yes."

They walked briskly down the deserted hall.  As it
was the week-end, few people would be on
campus.  Virtually no-one would be in the
administration building. Karen was one of the few
residents who didn't have a week-end job.

Closing the door behind her, Karen gave Caitlin's
back a regretful look.  She wondered what it
would have been like to kiss those delectably full
lips...

"Let's set the desk up first, shall we?"

"All right.  Oh, is that your family?"

"Yes, Shannon is ten.  That's my husband, Bill."

"I expect you're anxious to get back to them
tonight."

"Oh, no; they know I'm never home Fridays or
Saturdays," Caitlin said, cryptically.

Karen busied herself arranging the drawers and
stationery. Caitlin was busy at a filing cabinet
when the campus clock tower rang six o'clock.

"Karen, if you're not busy, I'd like you to have a
seat, for a few minutes."

"Sure, Dr. Dunleavy."  Karen sat in the guest
chair.

The older woman took her seat.

"Now, as my TA, you'll need to know a couple of
things."

"Yes, Professor."

"I always keep my Fridays and Saturdays free.  On
those days, and during the rest of the week after
hours, you will address me as 'Cat.' Is that clear?"

"Perfectly, Caitlin.  I mean, 'Cat.'" the girl
lied.

Caitlin dimpled for a moment in
acknowledgement, then continued.

"To forestall any innuendo or rumors, I will
tell you a few personal things for clarification.
You may repeat them, or not, at your discretion.
Clear?"

"Yes, Cat." Karen was elated to enter the older
woman's confidence.

"Good.  Let's not beat around the bush.  I am a
practicing bisexual.  Do you know what that
means?"

The girl colored and nodded. She felt her pulse
pound in her temples.

"My public persona, as Professor Caitlin
Dunleavy, occupies my professional life from
6:00 AM through 6:00 PM, Sundays through
Thursdays during the academic year.  You may
call me Caitlin during business hours.  As you
know, Caitlin is a wife and mother."

"I see..." Karen replied, feeling as though her
racing heart would burst through her chest.

"Fridays and Saturdays, Cat is a butch lesbian.
Any questions?"

The Chinese girl shook her head, eyes wide.

"Then I have some for you."

"Anything, Prof- Cat."

"Good.  I was hoping you'd say that.  First of all,
did you know that I asked for you by name?"

Karen shook her head again, bewildered.

"Just how long did you think your nasty little adult
website could be a secret?  It was just a matter of
time before 'Jasmine' was identified.  Now, my
second question; are you wearing panties?"

"Nnoo..." Karen shamefacedly admitted, secretly
delighting in being found out.

"I thought as much.  Just begging for it, aren't
you, you little slut?" demanded the beautiful older
woman in mock derision.

Karen blinked uncertainly, unsure of what to do or
say.

"Stand up."

"Yes, Cat."

"Good.  Now come over here."

Breathing heavily, Karen stood in front of Cat.

"Take my rings off."

As she reached for her hand, the professor
stopped her.

"Not like that, honey," she said roughly.  Taking
her pointed chin in her right palm, she guided
Karen's mouth to her left ring finger.  "Like this."

Karen licked her lips nervously, and tremblingly
took Cat's finger into her mouth.  Using her teeth
carefully, she gently guided the rings off the
woman's digit.

"Good.  Now dry my finger."

Obediently, the Chinese student carefully lipped
any traces of wetness from her hand.

"You're a good little girl, aren't you? Now, go
over there and let me look at you."

The pretty coed turned to move to the far side of
the office.

"Not like that, baby; slowly."

With an exaggerated slink, Karen sashayed slowly
to the far wide of the little room, hands on
revolving hips.

"Better.  Strip."

The girl couldn't believe this was happening.  As if
dreaming, she slowly undid her clothing, letting it
fall to the floor in a heap.  As Dr. Dunleavy had
correctly surmised, she had no panties under the
light chemise.

Her hands went to her brassiere, as of their own
accord. Unfastening the clasp, she saw Cat motion
with her index finger.

"Throw that here, baby."

Karen tossed it lightly to the seated woman.

"Mmmmm," growled Cat, touching the warm
undergarment to her nose.  She inhaled deeply,
savoring the scent of this young girl.  "I bet your
tits are twice as sweet as this, baby.  Come over
here."

Karen took a step when Cat stopped her.

"Not like that, honey.  I want to see you crawl."

Karen felt pussy moisture begin to trickle
down the inside of her thigh with the command.
What a thrill to be ordered!  She wondered what
would come next as she snaked her way sinuously
on her belly across the room.

Cat was touching herself through her clothing,
drinking in the sight of the young Chinese girl
sensuously making her way on hands and knees
towards her feet.  Her right hand slowly squeezed
her breast, while her left idly stroked the damp lips
of her vagina through her underwear.

Karen raised her eyes expectantly to her
professor's crotch as she reached her.

"Oh, no, baby.  not so fast.   First, I need you to
get a special file for me.  Go and get me file 'D'
from my personal cabinet."

The girl crept past the couch to the filing cabinet.
Karen felt her skin tingle with eagerness,
turgid nipples aching in anticipation.  She rose to
the top drawer and pulled out a fat bound
portfolio, labelled with a capital letter 'D'.

"Bring it here, babe."

She rose to hand the heavy package to Cat.

Coolly eyeing the nude girl up and down, the
professor unstrung the portfolio and extracted a
bottle and padded leather harness. After some
consideration, she carefully selected a slim black
stylized plastic penis.  She rose slowly to her feet.

"Undress me, baby."

Karen jumped up eagerly, naked breasts bouncing
in her haste to comply.

"Yeah, that's it.  Eager little slut, aren't you?" Cat
asked rhetorically, as nimble fingers undid her
blouse.

The girl could only gape in wonder as the older
woman's athletic torso was bared to view.  Cat's
muscle tone put that of an eighteen year-old boy's
to shame.  Her shoulders were wide, and her
figure tapered to a narrow waist.  The professor's
beautiful bosom was contained by a functional
sports bra.

"May...may I touch them, please Cat?" she
quavered.

The gorgeous woman beamed.

"You know how to ask, don't you?" she purred in
pleased tones, softly touching the girl's cheek.
"Yes, you may."

Her words were like music to Karen.  Tentatively,
she reached out to touch the inviting breasts.

Smiling, Cat placed her own gentle hands over
Karen's and guided them to her chest.

Head swimming, Karen trembled at the touch of
Cat's hand. She nearly fainted with excitement at
the feel of the smooth grey fabric of the utilitarian
brassiere.

"Mmmmmm....nice," murmured Cat.  "Now take
off my underwear."

Karen felt as though she were in heaven.  With the
heady scent of the older woman's musk, her soft
compelling voice, the touch of her skin, it was
nearly too much pleasure to bear.  She unclasped
the bra and gasped as the fine pair of breasts
bobbled free.

"Like 'em?" Cat asked, rubbing the bra lines out of
her firm tits.

The Asian could only nod.  Gently, she gave the
lightest of touches to the fine skin.

"C'mon, sweetie; you won't break 'em."

Emboldened, Karen cupped them in her hands and
squeezed the tops and bottoms of Cat's breasts,
then palmed the little hard buttons of nipples.  She
drew her fingertips over them, pinching them
lightly.

"Mmmm...better," husked Cat.  "Now my
panties."

Karen dropped to her knees and hooked her
fingers in the elastic band of Cat's soaked panties.
Inhaling deeply, she reveled in the animal smell of
the older woman's excitement, the dampness on
her finger tips.  Cat rested a gentle hand on top of
the teenager's head to steady herself as she
stepped free.

"Drop them there, honey."  Cat picked up the
dildo and fit it into the harness.  Again lightly
placing her hand on Karen's head, she stepped into
the custom-made leather contraption.  Her left
hand stroked the shiny black member
provocatively.  "Now, when I'm wearing my cock,
you may call me 'Daddy.'"

Karen again licked dry lips, big eyes glued to the
plastic.  She had never seen anything like this
before.  Dumbly, she watched Cat lubricate the
thin black rod with oil from the little bottle.

"Since this is your first time with me, I'm gonna sit
on the couch 'n' let you ride me, okay?"

The girl couldn't answer if she tried.  Cat towed
her to the sofa and perched on the edge, directing
Karen to straddle her.

As she climbed astride Cat, Karen felt her arousal
mount as the warm plastic nudged her outer folds.
It slipped into her moistness, anointed by her own
honey mingling with the fragrant oil.  She gasped
with pleasure as she felt it slide in slowly.

Deeper and deeper she urged it, squatting lewdly
over the older woman.   She sank lower, feeling
the hardness with her tight pussy walls.

She shuddered as she felt her hymen rupture.  Her
excitement rose still higher as she felt warm juices
leak from her, running down the insides of her
thighs as she dropped her bottom to sit on Cat's
lap.  She felt the teacher's warm, firmly guiding
hands on her hips, her soothing voice urging her
to ride her with a rocking rhythm.

Squatting, Karen pumped herself up and down on
the black shaft impaling her.  Cat drank in the
sight of her eager protege's ecstatic expression,
as she fucked herself on her professor's cock.

Cat slid an index finger under the harness to
diddle her throbbing clit, while tweaking Karen's
left nipple with the fingers of her right hand.
Karen was moaning aloud, "Oh, yes! Yes! Yes!"

"Do you like that?  You like that?  Tell your
Daddy!"

"Fuck me, Daddy! Fuck me! Oh!  Oh, God! I'm
cumming!"

"That's it, baby!  Come for Daddy!"

"...Cumming..."

"Ahh...that's it...I feel it, too..."

"Oh!  Oh!  Oh!"

"Don't rush it, babe.  I'm cumming, too...Ride it
out..."

"Mmm...cumming...mmmh..." the long drawn out
pulsations felt as though they would never end.

"Yeah...Ooooh, does that feel good?"

"Ohhhhhh!"

Karen nodded contentedly, looking deeply into
Cat's eyes.

The spectacular older woman looked down to
inspect her handiwork.  She was mildly surprised.

"Oh, babe!  Why didn't you tell Daddy this was
your first time?"

The girl hung her head, simulating guilt.  A sly
smile twisted at her mouth.  Karen coyly placed a
finger on her lower lip.

"Did I do all right, 'Daddy?'" she asked in a
little-girl voice.

Cat clasped her sweat-soaked body to hers,
delighting in the contact of hot girl flesh on her
own.

"Just fine, baby.  Just fine."

END