Marcus didn't care much for college, and certainly not for learning Chinese, but he showed up at Miss Lin's Chinese for Beginners' class every Wednesday afternoon at his community college anyway.
Why? Cause he could just smell - and the four other brothers in the class could too - that she was horny as fuck and was just on the edge of turning - turning into a gangbang-loving black cock whore, that is.
She was a guidance counselor at the community college and taught a couple of Chinese classes as well. Middle aged, probably 40s, he guessed, married, slim and pretty, she had a mane of long black hair, a saucy smile, and legs to die for.
And the way she dressed! Coming to class wearing shorts and tank tops and platform sandals, her legs, her unbelievable pale smooth curvy legs, on full display. She was small and Marcus guessed her breasts were mostly stuffed bra the way those Chinese girls did. He fantasized about her coming to class wearing only a tank top and no bra, her nipples showing through hard and aroused as she stood in front of a class of young black thugs, mouthing strange and sexy Chinese sounds through her sensuous lips, her eyes bright and open and naughty.
Besides, rumors swirled that maybe she had already turned, and her counseling room in the basement, at the far end of the hallway, near the fire stairs, was the perfect little fuck nest where naughty Miss Lin entertained her young lovers.
That day he came into class a few minutes late, straight from the gym, the muscles on his strapping 6'1" frame pumped, sweat trickling down his pecs. He opened the door at the back of the classroom and strolled to his seat in the last row. She stood at the front of the room looking happy and excited, nervous, and tired. As he sat down, she looked at him, like, really looked at him, her eyes lingering over his muscular body, gazing down at his crotch, and for just an instant, he saw the hunger in her, and his nine-inch cock started swelling in his jeans. She looked at it and her eyes widened, and she blushed as she turned back to her lesson book.
Marcus could see her nervous swallow, and he thought of what his Uncle Mike had always told him, about Asian chicks. Uncle Mike was in the army and had been stationed in Korea for years, where he said he got more Asian pussy than even he could deal with. "They always want cock, even when they're shy and all. But they always want it; you just got to help them figure it out."
As Marcus sank into his seat, he considered those wise words, "Just got to help them figure it out..."
At the white board, Miss Lin started her lesson. "Class, today we're going to start using verbs. Ok, can anybody give me a verb? In English, I mean, and I'll give you the Chinese. OK?"
The five young men lounged disinterestedly in their seats, and nobody raised a hand.
"Anybody? Well, ok, maybe not a verb. How about any word?"
Marcus looked around and saw nobody help, so he raised his hand.
"Marcus?" She asked, her voice tremulous.
"How about black?"
"Well, that's not a verb of course."
"I know, I just want to know how I say, "I am black," in Chinese. Know what I mean?"
"Oh, ok. Sure. Well..."
And she gave them a sentence. And they discussed the various ways you can use the word black. After some discussion, she asked them to practice writing sentences in the Chinese language but using English letters - pinyin - that included the word black.
Reluctantly, but then with more animation, one by one the young men opened their notebooks and took pens out and began writing. Marcus watched as she meandered through the room, checking their writing but getting in close, too close, leaning over the young men as she corrected their work, curvy hips near muscular shoulders, bare knees lightly grazing denim thighs.
She came to Marcus and leaned in close, and he drank in her smell.
"Hi Miss Lin, want to see my work?"
She smiled demurely and whispered, "Yes, show me."
He leaned back to reveal the bulge in his pants. She swallowed nervously, bit her lower lip and flashed her lashes at him. As she leaned over him, quietly staring at the nonsense written in his book, Marcus reached out to caress the back of her leg. Her breathing quickened and he thought she might even moan, but she broke it off and walked briskly towards her desk.
Face flushed, she stood at the front of the room and smoothed out her tiny black denim miniskirt. "Ok please hand up your writing and let me read some of them."
The young men passed their notebooks up to the front, each affecting a deliberate lethargy to demonstrate their manly disinterest. She collected the notebooks and piled them on her desk. She picked one at random. "OK, how about this one? It says, "LΗoshΔ« lΓn Γ i hΔi yΔ«n.""
She turned bright red. "Who wrote this?" Nobody volunteered. "This isn't very nice you know. It's racist too."
Marcus chuckled and smiled. "What's racist?"
"What it says. Its racist."
"What does it say? I don't understand. Can you translate it for us?"
Clearly uncomfortable, she turned back to the white board, took a deep breath and faced them. "It says that Teacher Lin loves..."
"Loves what, Miss Lin?"
Eyes downcast. "Never mind. It's disgusting, and it implies that the only reason why I would love black men is for, you know."
Terry, Marcus's buddy sitting in the front of the room by Miss Lin's desk, laughed. "Why wouldn't you like black guys? We're nice!"
"Well, right, of course, that's what I mean. And when you write that I love black cockβ" she stopped, eyes wide, mortified, her hand covering her mouth.
Another guy, Eric, called out, "What did you say, Miss Lin?"
