Head for the Department Head

Javaun listened to president of the university drone on and on and on. It was enough to make him despair, until he saw his comely assistant place an ice cold lemonade on his desk and then tap his knee. He swiveled around in his overstuffed chair.

He had a shock of bright white hair on his head, and matched down below, a contrast to his large, dark chocolate cock. It'd been inevitable that Katie, long numb to the attentions of boys, would be inured to the attentions of a man, especially one that led the department at the university and had a distinguished track record. It was equally inevitable that Javaun, recently widowed, would be **** to the attentions of a busty young white student on a primarily Black island.

He took a sip of the lemonade, making a satisfactory sound, muting the call. Katie unzipped his pants, quietly even despite the muting, tugging his veiny shaft free of its cotton prison. She licked up and down the sides of the cock, breathing in deeply the musk at the base of his cock. She sucked one nut, then the other, languidly and quietly attending to them, feeling them grow swollen under her ministrations. Then she wandered back up to the meaty nine inch shaft, inhaling it, bobbing down on it.

She was unskilled at pleasure, Javaun thought, but he rested his hands in her hair, coaxing her up and down his shaft, till she had over half of it buried in her sweet sucking mouth. He grunted, quietly, as he came, filling up the girl's mouth with cum, which she dutifully swallowed. He rested his hand in her hair, resting up, and she stayed on her knees for him, an obedient assistant.

She wasn't the first student Javaun had fucked. But the others were more mercurial and less submissive. This white girl, this rare gemstone ... he might have to make her his, and mentor her in more ways than one.