(repost)

I would not say my meeting Professor Avery Dearborne was an accident. Two years ago my father was voted out of office from his post in the State Senate. It took him a bit of time to track down who all had been bankrolling his opponent, and one name and company came up over and over again. Marcus Dearborne, CEO and Owner of Caprica Communications. They were the thing in the personal electronics market, dominating the sector, and doing so by having both local, state, and national politicians in his pocket. It was the typical thing of big business, but from the surface it looked like they were at least ethical big business and money. No laws were broken which could be found, and my father tried to find it.

My father's obsession was obvious. The U.S. Senate seat was up for grabs when Senator Barnes announced his retirement. My father wanted to run, but he knew doing so would once again put him up against Marcus Dearborne. It was frustrating to him as he really wanted to run, believing he had a platform and agenda of which would benefit the state, but Dearborne had not hinted at who he planned to endorse. Most of Dearbornes politics were against what my father believed in, so on the one hand he could make a deal with the devil and win, or tell him to go fuck himself if he ever came around, and face off against the opponent with all of Dearborne's influence and money behind it.

Little did I know till far too late just how much influence and power Dearborne had.

I love my father, it had been the two of us since mom passed away with breast cancer when I was in high school. I would do anything for him, and I thought this was something of which I could do. So, I started my research and began to stalk the Dearbornes, looking for any angle I can use. I was about to do basic, low level volunteering in opposition when it finally came to me in a photo of Avery Dearbornne.

It was at some fund raising function, and she was on her husband's arm, but she was eye fucking another woman at the table. I know the look well, I have seen it directed at me many times in class. I am lesbian, and proud of it, have never really had to hide it. Yes, it made things difficult and awkward at times with girl sports and the straight girls thinking I was going to jump and rape them in the showers. As tempting as the thought was against a few of the girls, I refrained. While my choices in girl friends were non-existent (or so secret not even her parents knew), such was not the case in college. Thus I knew what it was to have the look and if Avery Dearborne could have a wandering eye she was so careless to get photographed, then seducing her might be easy.

I did not sign up for her classes. I thought doing so would be too risky and get her guard up. Instead as I enrolled in graduate work, I approached her as the focus for my project in human resources. She headed up the School of Communication for the university, and she did teach a few classes which were related to women studies and equal equality. I had set up an appointment during her office hours to ask for her input and assistance.

I will admit I have the type of aura women dominants eat up like cream. I am not model material, but I can turn heads and give men boners in their swimsuits at the beach, and the wholesome, innocent, girl next door vibe. I am not innocent. I can be downright vulgar and explicit when it comes to sex. While I like to bottom, I can top as well, and have taken a monster black cock strap on in my pussy and ass, and done the same to other girls. I will admit I can understand a top's thrill when she utter destroys a girl and turns her into so much mewling, quivering meat when you fuck her with a monster toy. The point is, I do not look or act like said women in public, and the way I do normally day to day is like honey to a fly.

Avery Dearbone never stood a chance with me. I will give her credit and it was well into the fifth visit where she made a move on me. Not much of one, the type of move one could brush off and say it was an innocent mistake, but I knew it was not. I had dressed such which had her devouring me with her eyes every visit. It was calculated and cultivated. I should feel guilty about it and in hindsight now, given what had happened, perhaps I am. It says something about me, about my character, about my overall lack of empathy in how I approached and carried out my seduction of Avery. I regret it now, but I only do so because we got caught, because of the consequences, not for the right reasons why I should feel regret, such as the woman I professed my love to as nothing more than a slab of meat for people to inflict pain upon.

All of that was present and the future, right now I am speaking of the past, of how when she touched me, I held back no more and kissed her. It was not heavy tongue swapping, but a light brush of the lips, the tip of the tongue peaking out and no more, a soft yet intense, intimate kiss, the type to leave them begging for more. My lovers in college told me how devastating my kisses were, how I could get them to change their minds with it, and I did not hold back at all with Avery. Again, calculated.

She was breathless, asked if she could take me out to dinner, and inwardly I smiled, she was hooked. I could tell as she was no longer looking at my face but at the tent poles my nipples were making. I have rather long and pointed nipples, with a slight puff of the areola base which drives women wild. All the time before I wore bras to mask them. I owned a few as I did not like men staring at my tits all the time when I was out in public. Not today though, today I wore the white ivory demi-cups with black lace which did nothing to constrain them. I swore I could see her mouth open and water at the sigh of them pressing against my blouse. This was too easy.

I should have walked away then....