Meet Mr. Brown

I took a room key off of the dresser and stepped into the corridor, which was already filled with hot young girls in school girl outfits. I was glad I took the time to jerk off before leaving my room because if I hadn't, I'd most likely be sporting a hardon.

I expected to be busted by the first girl I saw, but she only rolled her eyes as she passed me. Others walked as if they didn't see me at all.

Doing my best to sound feminine, I asked directions to Mr. Brown's office and finally found a girl who would help me. Five minutes later I was in the front lobby of the Academy standing in front of a giant wooden door. Nervously I knocked.

The girls hadn't figured me out, but an adult certainly would. On top of that, my body was starting to get sick from a lack of ****. I was sweaty. My stomach hurt. My hands were starting to shake. If I didn't get something soon I was going to be in very bad shape.

A moment later the door opened and a thirty-ish man in a tweed jacket motioned me inside.

"Have a seat, Ms Howell, and let us decide your future," he said with a grin.

For the next hour he sat at his computer and I sat opposite his desk while we mapped out a schedule of classes for me. Not that it really mattered, because I planned on being out of this place sooner rather than later, but I had always been interested in animals. Once upon a time I'd even wanted to be a vet. He put me into the pre-med major with an emphasis on veterinary science.

"So, Ms Howell, I know that you are a coke user," he said as he came around to the front of his desk and then leaned back against it. "Are you carrying now?"

"No," I said, honestly.

"Of course **** are illegal at the Academy. You get caught with them by our wonderful dean and you will be punished harshly. Still...as someone who suffers from his own addictions, I know how hard it is to give it up. I try to help out where I can, for a price. Are you interested?"

"God yes, anything," I said.

Mr. Brown unfasted his trousers and pulled out his cock. It wasn't hard yet, but he was clearly workinh on it.

"I'm not gonna suck your cock, dude!"

"You sure?" he asked, his cock continuing to stiffen as he reached into his jacket and pulled out a baggie. "You have a need, Kera. I can already see that you're in the very early stages of withdrawal. By dinner time we'll have to send you to the infirmary. I have needs too. I need to have my dick sucked by dirty little sluts. Little says that will get on their knees and beg to swallow my cum."

He dangled the baggie in front of me, and I stared at it, transfixed. He was right, I did need it, badly.

"All you gotta do is beg and you'll be set for at least a week," he said. "No charge. They're your for free."

He stared at me as he opened the baggie and dumped its contents out in a line on the shaft of his now fully erect cock. He was only about six inches long, but it was the thickest cock I'd ever seen.

"Beg, little slut," he said.

My body was suddenly acting on its own, drawn to the thing that was my biggest weakness. The thing that had ruined my life and set me on the path that had brought me to the point, where I was on my knees, face-to-face with another man's cock.

"Beg."

"Please, Mr. Brown, don't make me..."

"Thats not the begging I want to hear, Kera," he said. "Last chance or I scrub this off in the trash."

"Please, Mr. Brown, I need it," I said. I stared at the beautiful white line just inches away.

"You need what?"

I took a deep breath.

"I need your cum," I said. "Please, let me suck your cock and swallow your cum."

"You know what to do then."

Ashamed but driven by addiction, I crawled the rest of the way to him. My sinuses were suddenly filled with the musky scent of his manhood. I'd never been this close to another man's cock before and i didn't like it. But I also knew nothing could stop it now.

I leaned in and snorted the **** off of his shaft, while he laughed. I closed my eyes as the sensation of the coke entering me body washed over me. And suddenly I felt the head of his cock pressed against my lips. I tasted a drop of precum.

"You got your fix, now I need mine."

I'd never sucked a cock before, but having had my own blown before, I knew what to do. I parted my lips and let him press his shaft into my throat. I reached up with one hand and gently massaged his hairy balls.

"Fuck yes," he said.

Keenly aware of how low I'd now fallen, I tried to just focus on the fact that I was getting a week's worth of cocaine for free. I slid my lips up and down his shaft, swirling my tongue around it. I continued to massage his balls.

Luckily he wasn't a man of great stamina. After only a minute or two I could feel him starting to tense.

"I'm gonna cum," he said. "And you'd better swallow all of it, you little bitch."

Mr. Brown exploded in my mouth. I don't know how much it was, but it felt like he shot a gallon of cum down my throat. He just kept cumming and cumming. I did as I was told, swallowing every last drop.

When he was spent, he shoved his cock back into his trousers and then offered me a hand up. Before I knew what was happening, he wrapped an arm around my waist and pulled me against him.

"Literally hundred of girls have sucked my cock at this school, Kera, but none of them have been as good as you," he said. "You really know your way around a cock, even better than your slut roommate."

Before I knew what was happening, he pressed his lips to mine. I'd never kissed a guy, so I didn't know what to expect. Much to my surprise, it wasn't much different than kissing a girl, and Mr. Brown was quite good at it. Without even thinking about it, his tongue was soon in my mouth and mine was in his. It was possibly the best kiss I'd ever had.

Then he pulled away and smiled, for which I was glad because my own cock had started to stiffen.

"Here you go," he said, handing me a metal tin. "One week's supply. I usually tell my girls to use it wisely, but fuck, you can come back anytime you want. Maybe we can find other thing you need."

Dazed and ashamed of myself, I took the package and headed to my room.