I got one of those cravings which simply will not go away. What that craving happens to be is the subject of this tawdry little tale. Simply put, I crave power. The power to do good things. The power to change lives. Absolute power. And oftener than not, I get my hands on it and have trouble letting go. My name is Dana Hawthorne and I'm a blonde-haired and green-eyed, tall and slightly plump Irish-American lady of Jewish heritage living in Milton, Massachusetts. I am the Dean of Admissions at Milton College. Lately, it seems that my appetites have affected my job performance and also been behind some decisions I've been making. I have no excuse to offer. Simply put, I can't help myself.
As Dean of Admissions, I basically got to choose who got accepted into the school and who didn't. I've stressed diversity during my entire career. When I was hired by the college in 1998, the school's student body was eighty eight percent caucasian. Also, male students made up less than forty percent of the overall student population. I wasn't pleased with such demographics. So, I talked the school's president, Dr. Leonard Reyes into changing things. Fortunately, he saw things my way. I have a special way of negotiating with powerful men. I use sex as one of my favorite tools. An ice breaker and sealer of deals, if you will.
Leonard Reyes is a tall, dark-haired and burly bronze-skinned man of black and Hispanic origin. He considers himself black, which is okay by me. I don't tell anyone how to define themselves. He's married to my friend Rachel Dawson Castillano, a shrill Italian-American socialite who only cares about money and spends her time spending her considerable wealth on travels and purchases. That left Leonard very lonely. Easy pickings for an experienced seductress like myself. We had a lot of fun together. Leonard was a kinky dude. We sometimes had sex in his office after hours. Yeah, those were fun times. Leonard loved it when I knelt before him and sucked his long and thick cock. I loved sucking his dick and licking his sweaty balls. When he came, I drank his seed without spilling a drop. Very few women will do that for a man. I'm a first-rate sexual adventurer so the prude stuff isn't for me. I like to get wild.
And get wild I did. I would push Leonard onto his desk and climb on top of him. I would impale my hot pussy on his long dick and ride him for all he was worth. Leonard loved my pussy. And to be honest, I enjoyed having sex with him. We usually got along pretty well. Until the day I asked him to tell the board of directors to order the creation of a football program. Why did I want to start a football program at Milton College? Simply because varsity football usually means a boost in male enrollment in higher education.
In 2006, Milton College boasts of only sixteen hundred male students among its thirty nine hundred person student body. And only six percent of the students were ethnic minorities. You'd think the school's Hispanic president would agree with me but Leonard turned into a gibbering wimp when it came to dealing with the feminist administrators of the school. They wanted to keep the school exactly like it was. A bastion of political correctness. One of the most boring places I could think of. Leonard lacked the balls to see the good I meant to do. He didn't want to piss off his colleagues with a bold proposition. He wouldn't side with me against them.