This story is pornoGRAPHIC fiction! Should depictions of homosexual acts or interracial domination offend your sensibilities, read no further!! If you're under the age of consent, turn back at once!!!
SEX ED PROFESSOR, by Skorpio
Early one Saturday morning near the end of spring semester, Associate Professor Martin Montgomery sat behind the cluttered desk in his campus office preparing to grade student papers. A sly smile flickered on his thin lips and a gleam of anticipation lit his pale blue eyes, not at all an expression you might expect from an academician confronted by yet another stack of student essays.
The course was "Psych 405: Special Studies in Human Sexuality," for psych majors training to become sex and relationship counselors. The topic of this paper was: "Describe and analyze your sexual fantasies." It was, to be sure, an optional assignment, although the majority of Montgomery's students elected to do it.
"Sexual fantasies are healthy," he instructed, "and any therapeutic encounter worthy of the name can only be efficacious in an open, non-judgmental atmosphere of trust and candor. Before you can accept a patient's deepest, most intimate sexual fantasies without passing judgment, you must be able to accept your own without shame."
Professor Montgomery had been assigning this paper to his advanced sex education classes for the last three years. At the outset his inninetions were undoubtedly sincere, for he approached the first batch of confessions with clinical detachment. However, after reading several of these, the professor found himself becoming aroused. Nothing could have prepared him for the variety and intensity of undergraduate sex fantasies. It was like reading pornography.
That day several years ago after reading the first of these erotic confessions, Montgomery went home to his wife Susan and fucked her like a maniac. From that day onward Susan wondered what had gotten into her husband for he was never as vigorous in the bedroom ever again. That was because Martin Montgomery took to masturbating.
On this particular Saturday morning in April, the first essay Professor Montgomery read was by Jennifer, the shy blonde with great tits who sat in the front row. The way her nipples showed beneath her halter tops commanded Martin's attention on more than one occasion.
Jennifer sometimes fantasized about having oral sex with a Black Man, although that would ever happen in real life, she avowed. She was very curious about men of other races. Was it true, Jennifer wondered, that Black Men are generously endowed and do Asians really have penises like little boys?
Jennifer was not the first co-ed to raise these questions or to express this fantasy. Professor Montgomery rubbed his crotch as he mentally pictured a big black cock fucking Jennifer in her mouth. In his vivid imagination, of course, this was an obscenely monstrous phallus spreading Jennifer's lips wide open and the faceless Black man's large hands mangled her milky-white tits.
The second essay was from Bernard, a husky white student, whose fantasy was being bound while a large-breasted woman lashed his butt with a belt and threatened to thrust a dildo into his rectum if he did not adequately service her clitoris with his tongue. Something about this fantasy made the professor's penis tingle. He rubbed his crotch again, but wasn't ready yet to unzip his pants.
The third essay was by Ellen, a petite, mousy brunette who also fantasized about sex with Black men. While the professor's academic mind noted an increase in interracial fantasies based on cultural myths and the curiosity factor (white girls yearning for black lovers and white guys wanting to watch black stallions fuck their girlfriends), his prurient imagination pictured little Ellen impaled upon an impossibly large black phallus with a look upon her innocent face of mingled pain and pleasure.
The professor pressed his palm down on his crotch again, feeling his small, slender penis stir beneath the fabric of his slacks, but it was not yet erect. He was in total denial over his incipient impotency. So, it took a little longer to get hard lately. Probably due to stress, he reasoned.
The next essay came from Bryen Russell, the only African-American male taking the course. Bryen usually arrived late to class, lounged in the back row and never took part in class discussions, although he did very well on tests. He was, the professor conceded, a very good-looking and well-built young man, whose cocky manner was as intriguing as it was intimidating.
"This should be interesting," mused the horny professor, curious to find out what this young buck fantasized about. The professor smiled with peculiar satisfaction at the prospect of reading a black kid's sexual fantasy! Why this appealed to him so strongly he didn't bother to consider, but the anticipation made his penis twitch.
MY SEXUAL FANTASY, by Bryen Russell.
"You asked for my sexual fantasy so I'm going to give it to you. I'm 150% heterosexual and proud of it, but lately I've been day-dreaming in your boring class about a guy giving me head.
"Understand this: guys don't turn me on at all. There's nothing about another cat that arouses me in any way. Bouncy titties, big booties that jiggle, the way a woman smells when she's in heat, that's what makes my nature rise! When I give a woman pleasure, like Big Daddy Kane says, I go to work! I get the job done!
"But sex is more than just about pleasure. It's about power too or don't you understand that? That's why I want a guy to go down on me, to teach him the meaning of power. I don't want to face-fuck just any guy. My fantasy consists of YOU sucking my dick and giving me an A in the course. What do you think about that?"
Associate Professor Martin Montgomery dropped Bryen Russell's disturbing paper to the desk blotter, walked to the window, raised it and took a deep breath of fresh air. He could not believe what he had just read! Was this kid for real?
Equally disturbing was the fact his penis was suddenly throbbing hard! Why was that? The professor didn't like the way he was feeling, it made him nervous and uncomfortable. This had to be a practical joke. He picked up the student's paper with trepidation and read on:
"I fantasize seeing you on your knees with your hands behind your back wearing handcuffs and your mouth opened wide to form a perfect "O" for my nine inch pipe. I want to hear you slurp and choke as you struggle to take my nigga dick down your throat. I want to see you bow down before me like an obedient bitch and worship my dick like a good white whore.
"After you swallow my sperm, I expect financial and academic compensation. You WILL give me an A in this course and you WILL express your gratitude in monetary terms, do you understand? I'm not playing. This is how it's going to be, understand?"
"I've seen you checking me out. I make you nervous! Are you afraid of what I might do to you if we were alone together? Or are you afraid of what you might want to do? I get that you're straight, or at least you think you are, and that when you look me over it isn't in a sexual way, or at least you don't think it is.
"That's why fucking you in the mouth is such a hot fantasy for me! Imagine nine inches of my Black meat drilling your mouth! I'm going to turn you into the perfect cocksucker. You're going to love sucking my Black dick so much you're going to beg for more, I can tell you that! You want my fantasy? You're going to get it!"
Professor Montgomery stopped reading. This was too much! He grabbed a pack of Marlboro One Hundreds from the top drawer of his desk and lit one up. He had been trying to quit but this definitely called for a smoke.
It called for a drink as well, even if it was only ten o'clock in the morning. Shaking his head with uncertainty and dismay, the professor poured into an empty coffee mug a double shot of Scotch from the bottle of Dewars he kept in the bottom drawer for medicinal purposes and gulped it down. The liquor burned his throat in a good way.
Sweat beaded on his forehead as he closed his eyes and took a satisfying drag from the Marlboro.
-- I'm straight, he assured himself. -- I'm straight, damn it! I don't want to suck another man's cock and I sure as hell don't want to be raped by some nigger. That's crazy! I'm a man, damn it. I am! --
Be that as it may, Professor Montgomery's penis was the hardest it had ever been. He longed to unzip his pants and comfort his meager erection, but was afraid to give in to these desires, afraid to masturbate over the fantasy of sucking a Black man's cock.
More aroused than ever before, the professor retuned to Bryen Russell's fantasy:
"If you've read this far, and I know you have, I bet you're all hot and bothered by now. Is your pussy wet too? I've always heard a whiteboy's ass is like a pussy. Does your ass get warm and wet when you're horny like a cunt when you think about sucking my dick?"
Martin Montgomery could no longer restrain himself. He unzipped his slacks and pulled out his slender six inch woody. It was wrong to jerk off to this outrageous fantasy, but the professor couldn't help himself. The mental image of being handcuffed and dominated by a Black man was too intense to resist. He didn't know why.
Stroking his slender, white cock, the sex ed professor was almost to the point of orgasm when a deep voice interrupted the silence.
"Sup, teach?"
Bryen Russell himself leaned against the doorway in a black do-rag, black jersey, black jeans, and black sneakers. His muscular caramel arms and shoulders and his narrow waist presented an imposing presence.
"You got a moment or is this a private party?" The young Black student smiled arrogantly.
Caught in the act of jerking off, the professor froze with embarrassment. For a searing split second he looked this young Black stud eye to eye, and then lowered his gaze with almost instinctive submission. He couldn't bear the look in Bryen Russell's dark eyes and he didn't know why.
"Ready for that reality check, professor? Time to get real, yo!" said Bryen Russell in a deep, no-nonsense voice, swinging a pair of Wesson and Smith hand cuffs.
"Aren't you gonna invite me in?"
"Er, yes, yes, of course, come in," stammered the startled professor perfunctorily, concealing his paltry erection with both hands.
The young Black man closed the door behind him and turned the lock. He approached the professor's desk and leaned over it.
"I see you've been reading my sexual fantasy. Is that right?"
Martin Montgomery was rendered speechless behind the desk with his slacks rumpled down around his ankles and both hands covering his shrinking penis, exposed and alone in his office with this muscular, smirking Black student.
"Cat got yo' tongue, Marty? When I ax you a question, I expect an answer. Why don't we try this again? Have you been reading my sexual fantasy?"
The professor gulped. "Yes, yes, I have," he mumbled.
"Then you know what you gotta do, don't you," said Bryen, smugly.
Briefly, for just a moment, their eyes met again. There was something dark, impenetrable, and irresistible about the young Black man's eyes that the horny white professor couldn't deny or refuse.
"Yes, I do," the professor answered weakly, dreading what his student had in mind and powerless to resist.
"Then get on your knees, bitch!" Bryen Russell demanded.
When the professor hesitated for a second, the young man added sternly, "Do it now!!!! Don't make me tell you twice!!!!"
Martin Montgomery rose from his chair, walked to the center of the room, and dropped down to his knees, all the while attempting to hide his penis with his hands.
Why was he letting this happen? Why did it excite him so much? Why did he want to do it?
"Put yo' hands behind your back," said Bryen Russell.
Reluctantly but unable to refuse, the professor complied. He heard the steel handcuffs snap into place around his wrists, pinching his skin. He was on his knees, hands behind his back, privates uncovered, helpless and directly confronted by Bryen Russell's crotch in line with his face.
Bryen Russell stripped off his black nylon jersey, then unbuttoned and unzipped his over-sized black jeans, pushing them to his knees.
His exposed dark golden-brown physique was magnificent, with his thick, defined pectorals and rippling eight-pack, broad V-shaped lats and tiny waist, powerful shoulders and bulging biceps.
Plaid boxers did nothing to constrict Bryen Russell's manhood. Professor Montgomery stared at the conspicuous bulge and recalled the student's ominous words: "My fantasy consists of getting an A in this course after seeing YOU suck my Black dick!"
With one large, brown, long-fingered hand, Bryen Russell reached through the slit of his plaid boxers and released his dragon. It was flaccid but very long and plump, with a hooded, uncircumcised head, darker than the rest of Russell's body. Professor Montgomery was mesmerized.
"Open yo' mouth real wide!" Bryen Russell demanded brutally. "I want you to get my dick hard, do you understand me, teach? Get it nice and hard so I can ram it all the way down yo' motherfuckin' throat and make you choke! You want to choke on this dick, don't you, prof? What did I tell you about answering me when I ask a question? Do you want to suck this dick or not?"
"Yes, I do, I do, I want to suck your dick," the professor babbled helplessly.
He craved the manhood which dangled only a few inches from his lips. He inhaled the young man's sweaty, musky body. The professor did not know why, but he knew he wanted Bryen Russell's cock, he needed it.
The professor opened his receptive mouth as wide as possible. Bryen Russell casually inserted his long and heavy, satin cock. Within seconds the manly student's rod doubled in size and hardened to wrought iron.
Bryen Russell grabbed the professor's head with both hands and pump-fucked his face, thrusting his stiff Black pipe again and again, deeper and deeper into the professor's throat.
It was everything Bryen Russell hoped it would be. He had this pompous professor down on his knees where he belonged, in handcuffs, dick down his throat! Bryen Russell had been prepared for a trial of strength, but dominating this cracker turned out to be a lot easier than he thought it would it be.
"Mmmmm, ohhh, yahhh, suck it, professor! Suck my dick! Suck it right!!!"
Bryen Russell enjoyed the sensation of his professor's warm mouth salivating around the huge head and thick shaft of his black cock.
Nine inches was a lot to take for even the most experienced cocksucker to deep-throat, but the professor took it all!
"You suck dick real good, teach! Yah, keep on suckin' just like that! All the way down yo' throat! Yahhh!!!! Take it to the balls! Like that! Lick it while you suck it. Do yo' job, bitch!"
The professor fell into a cock-sucking frenzy. He wished his hands were not restrained so that he could touch the large cock which dominated his mouth.
Bryen Russell held the white man's head firmly in place with two large hands as he drilled the professor's eager orifice until he felt the lava bubble and boil inside his nuts. Hot thick sperm gushed from Bryen's long, thick dick like a geyser.
Gob after gob of steaming cum flooded into Montgomery's mouth. The whiteboy eagerly swallowed every drop.
There was something about the scent and flavor of Bryen Russell's sperm that seized control of Martin Montgomery. He couldn't help himself. He was delirious experiencing Bryen's huge, hot cock between his lips. It felt so right, so natural. He needed it.
"I knew you wanted to suck my dick, bitch," Bryen snorted, eyes smoldering with contempt.
"What about my money? Don't forget my A!"
"Er, yes," the dazed professor gasped. "Yes, of course, you earned it. I just didn't realize... I mean, I wasn't sure... I just didn't know...."
"But you get it now, don't you, professor! Sex just isn't about pleasure. It's about power too and you feel the power, don't you, Marty?"
"Yes, yes," confessed the broken, humbled professor.
Associate Professor Martin Montgomery surrendered two hundred dollars to Bryen Russell for the privilege of sucking his cock and gave him an A+.
Bryen Russell made it known to other brothers that Professor Montgomery was a submissive, cock-sucking faggot. From that day forward, no Black man ever received less than an A in Professor Montgomery's classes.
THE END
P.S. The professor's wife, Susan, left him for the chairman of the psychology department, who happened to be Black. Professor Martin Montgomery and his ex-wife lived happily ever after satisfied by an endless stream of Black lovers.