The story you are about to read is fictional, but based on a real person. I want to offer a special thank you to Brooke for providing the concept, inspiration, and the request for this story. This story contains references to interracial, group, bi and forced sex, as well as submission and family fun. Please don't read any further if these topics don't interest you. As always thanks for reading and remember to vote!
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The warm June sun shone down on the quad. A soft breeze whispered through the old oaks, sharing secret promises of days to come.
The University was buzzing on the last day of finals. Many of its students were already prepared to head home for their summer break. With only today left to go, cars loaded with student's belongings littered the clogged streets.
Brooke walked, jauntily through the crowd. She was looking forward to the end of term. At 19 years old she was far ahead of her friends. She was a 4.0 student and worked hard at her extra class load to be almost a semester ahead of her graduating class. The thought had crossed her mind about taking summer classes as well, but she felt she needed a break. With one more professor to meet with she skipped up the stairs to the English department.
Professor Davis sat behind his desk, pleased with the end of term as well. It never ceased to amaze him how much trouble his students had in English. He looked at his schedule log and saw he was clear for over an hour. Smiling to himself he logged onto his laptop and loaded a favorite website.
The screen came up showing images of college girls 'caught on camera' in and around campuses. He smiled again casually touching himself as he scrolled through the pages. Davis smiled wider, he especially liked accidental flashing. "Wish that would happen to me," he thought.
Brooke arrived at the office of Professor Davis and his secretary was no where to be found. She needed an A in this class to ensure she keeps her perfect grades. She sat in the anteroom, waiting patiently. She fiddled, nervously with the hem of her short skirt hoping she could convince Davis to raise her grade. She was just about to give up and leave when she heard a muffled groan from Davis' office. Creeping to his door she cracked it open to see if he was in. What she saw made her smile with self assurance. Davis was checking out porn, she laughed to herself. From her angle of view she could tell he was obviously enjoying the sites. She closed the door, quietly, and pondered her next move carefully.
Davis was enjoying himself, so much that he risked taking his slender cock out under his desk. As he slowly stroked it, he thought of the young women in his class and how nice it would be to catch a glimpse in real life.
Brooke calmly checked her self. Unbuttoning the top two buttons of her thin spring top showed off her prominent breasts nicely. She sprayed a bit more perfume in her cleavage and checked her skirt. OK she thought here goes. She gave her long black hair a quick tousle before knocking and letting her self in.
"Excuse me Professor," she said, breezing into the office, "I know I don't have an appointment, but I need to speak to you about my term paper."
The shocked look on Davis' face made Brooke smile inwardly. She loved to shock people and this was getting good.
"Who let you in here Brooke?" Davis demanded, "Where is my secretary?"
"I don't know, sir," Brooke replied, innocently, "But I just need a few minutes, then I'll let you get back to whatever you were doing."
Davis was suddenly aware his laptop still was showing images and slammed it shut. He was caught off guard, so he forced himself under his desk to hide his exposed erection.
Brooke brazenly walked behind his desk to hand him the term paper. She bent seductively towards him to lay it on his desk. Her angle afforded him a nice view down her top and she was close enough that he could smell her sweet perfume. Davis felt his neglected cock twitch under his desk.
As Brooke walked over to take a seat, Davis' gaze followed her. He liked her, she was his best student, and very sexy as well. Cock stirring again, Davis looked though the term paper, nervously. He was having a hard time concentrating; his thoughts kept shifting to the sexy, black girl in his office.
"So do you think you can help me sir?" Brooke inquired.
Davis looked up as she crossed her long legs. The slit in her skirt parted allowing him to see more of her sexy legs. He wondered, inwardly if she wore any panties.
"I don't see what I can do, Brooke," he replied, continuing to stare at her exposed thigh, "a B+ was a fair grade on this work."
"Well, sir, if I can't raise it to an A- I will lose my 4.0," she pleaded, "isn't there anything I can do to raise that a little bit?"
Davis' mind raced through several things, immediately. None of which were prudent or ethical. Brooke took solace in the fact that she saw him wavering. She had a pretty good idea what he was thinking and decided to turn up the heat.
Looking directly at Davis, she crossed her legs oppositely, opening the other slit wider then the first. This time she knew he could see all the way up her thigh to her hip. She was excited to see his eyes were still riveted on her legs. She feigned nervousness as she fingered the next button on her blouse, enticing Davis further.
"I would be willing to do anything you tell me to," she promised, "right now, here if that is what you want."
Davis was a little shocked, but surprisingly very excited. He wasn't sure if she was asking about legitimate work or throwing him an innuendo clad offer. His thin white cock, still exposed and hidden under the desk, was twitching madly. It was almost screaming for him to take her.
Brooke saw the all too familiar look in his eyes. She stood up and walked, again, behind his desk. This time putting her hand gently on his shoulder, she leaned forward and whispered in his ear.
"I could help you out with your, growing situation," she offered bewitchingly, gesturing under the desk.
Davis gaped at her, open mouthed. He had the sinking feeling that he had lost all control of this situation. Brooke took his silence as acceptance and pulled his chair back. Davis felt weak as he was moved backwards. He was soon out from under his desk and accessible to her view. His tortured cock bobbed lewdly, still poking through the opening of his pants.
"Um, Brooke, let me explain," he begged.
"Shhhh, no need sir," she said,stroking his tortured cock briefly, "I saw your laptop and completely understand, you poor man."
Brooke stood up and walked to the office door, locking it before returning to her professor. Davis sat, frozen, watching her sway towards him, unbuttoning her top as she walked.
"How much time do we have?" she purred to him, quizzically.
"Uh..........about an hour," he stammered back.
"Mmm, plenty of time," she replied, smiling.
Brooke opened her blouse, revealing her full bosom to Davis' lustful stare. She gently turned his chair and knelt between his legs, looking sweetly into his eyes.
"If we can take care of this you will be able to concentrate on my problem better," she offered.
Brooke carefully reached out and cradled his stiff cock in her knowledgeable hand. She looked intently at her professor and absentmindedly licked her full lips. Seeing the anticipation in his face she took his cock deeply down her throat.
"Oh God!" Davis breathed loudly, wrapping his hands with Brooke's long thick hair.
Brooke loved to give head and it was especially good when she got her way because of it. She happily suckled at Davis' skinny prick, allowing him to set a rhythm. Urgently he pulled her mouth harder and harder on to him. Brooke could feel his tension building, so she abruptly removed his throbbing cock from her mouth and in a flash, straddled his lap. She expertly slipped his cock between the folds of her naked pussy lips and cooed in her professor's ear
"Now you know you can fix my little problem, don't you sir?" she teased, rubbing herself against his stiff cock. "If you make me happy. I'll return the favor."
The professor looked up at her with pleading eyes. Brooke knew at this point she had won, but pushed just a bit further.
"Tell me what you want, sir," she asked sweetly, "What do you want me to do for you?"
Brooke slid her young supple hips back and forth. Davis felt tortured, he needed relief and was beyond any hope of stopping himself.
"I want to fuck your hot, black pussy," he blurted out, instantly embarrassed.
"Awww, you want to put your cock in my young, wet, black honey pot, professor?" She teased.
"YES, oh God please!" he pleaded.
"I would hope that would get me my A," she continued.
"Yes, just stop teasing and fuck me," Davis demanded.
Brooke giggled out loud and deftly slid his raging cock deep inside her wet and waiting pussy. Davis let out a long groan as she manipulated her young and eager muscles to give him the pleasure he wanted. The professor knew it was hopeless to resist, so he openly fondled her large, heaving breasts. He took each nipple in-between his lips, nipping and sucking them in turn.
Brooke was delighted when he started his nipple play. Her breast, and especially her nipples, were hyper-sensitive. She assumed the professor's skinny cock wouldn't fill her but at least she could have some pleasure from this.
"You like my big tits, sir?" She harassed him further.
"Oh yes," came his muffled reply, "I have daydreamed about this all year."
Brooke picked up the pace, relishing in the feeling of control she had over this man.
"I want to feel you cum, sir," she beseeched him, kissing him sweetly on the mouth.
She clenched her pussy strongly around his cock and got her wish. His hands shot to her hips and held her to his lap forcefully. Brooke knew better than to just wait him out and faked an award winning orgasm of her own. Now spent, Professor Davis collapsed against the chair, panting. Brooke kissed him again, sucking on his bottom lip seductively.
"I'll be right back, I have to get cleaned up," she chirped.
She climbed off his lap and lovingly replaced his shriveled cock in his pants. Replacing her blouse and unlocking the office door, she hummed to herself on the way to the ladies room. Once inside she cleaned her self up, marveling at the amount of cum the dear old professor produced. She was about to return to the office when her need overcame her and she took the naughty pleasure of rubbing herself to orgasm in the stall.
Brooke was surprised to see the professor's secretary, dutifully, back at her desk. She smiled at her as she entered.
