Professor Van Zaadvocht

Once a week, forty-five-year-old Professor Abraham Van Zaadvocht and the Dean of Classical Studies, Constance Brooks, have dinner together. After one such meal, as they entered Dean Brooks’s house on campus, they continued the conversation from earlier.

“But really, Abe, a cumpire?” Constance asked as she stepped out of her shoes and headed to the living room bar to make drinks for the two of them. “An actual, living, breathing cumpire?”

“You’re the one who agreed with me that the ancient word for blood-sucker can also be translated as life-sucker,” Abraham replied, slipping off his suit-jacket and loosening his tie.

“You know,” she told him as she walked over with their drinks, “you are obsessed with fellatio.” The tips of their fingers touched as she handed him his glass, the ice tinkling musically against the sides of the cut crystal. She took a sip of her own drink and shrugged. “I suppose that’s my fault, really. All those… sessions… when I was your doctoral advisor all those years ago.”

Constance was twenty years older than Abraham and had been a faculty member when Abraham was a post-graduate student. Despite the vast age gap, a link had formed between the two. A link which was still strong two decades later. As she settled in her vintage French arm-chair across the couch from Abraham, she added, “I must have blown you ever time we met.”

“Sometimes twice per meeting,” Abraham grinned at her, his eyes twinkling in fond remembrance. She still wore her blonde hair in bangs, and the eyes behind her glasses were as alert and lively as ever. She had put on some weight since then, of course, but who hadn’t? “But I would hardly say obsessed.”

“Oh, no?” she retorted with a chuckle. “How many girlfriends have you broken up with because they wouldn’t suck you off? Or wouldn’t suck you off as often as you’d like.” She paused and leaned forward. “Which is all the time.”

“Well… it wasn’t just that…” he answered, but did not get a chance to elaborate.

“And now you think that the of a member of your racquet club was caused by a… a cumpire?”

“Larry was a talented lawyer. A nice guy. But his latest girlfriend… who just suddenly appeared out of nowhere… wasn’t his normal type,” Abraham replied. “And her… insatiable. Yes, insatiable… appetite for fellatio. The way he described her…” Abbraham shook his head as his words trailed off.

Constance snorted and asked, “And how do you describe me to your friends, Abe?”

“I don’t,” Abraham replied. “You and I are just friends. I didn’t want to cause any trouble for you when you were a professor and I was a grad-student. And I don’t want to cause any now that you are my Department Head.”

A laugh greeted his reply. “Do you really think that everyone doesn’t know we’re a couple? These weekly dinners. The plays and concerts. Our trips to the Caribbean and Europe? Even when I was your advisor, my friends teased me about being a cougar…. They still do.” She took another sip of her whiskey. “And tomorrow you are intending to meet this… supernatural un-dead creature? And just what are you going to do if she actually is a cumpire?… Other than letting her suck you dry?”

“I don’t know,” Abraham said in a low, serious voice. The scowl on his brow, the set of his jaw, the tone of his voice… they all served to make Constance worried.

“Don’t do anything stupid, darling,” Constance pleaded.

“Oh, I won’t,” Abraham made a dismissive wave with his hand, trying to reassure her. But inwardly, he did not know what he would do if his suspicions were confirmed.

Constance finished the rest of her drink and set the empty glass on a nearby occasional table. “Well, I have an early meeting tomorrow, so I’m afraid we need to say goodnight.”

Arising from her chair, Constance walked over in her stocking-feet and knelt down on the floor in front of Abraham. He tossed back the rest of his drink as well and placed the glass down on one of the end tables flanking the couch. He stood up while Constance, with well-practiced familiarity, un-buckled his belt and pulled down his zipper.

When she snaked her hand inside his fly to fish out his cock, she cooed excitedly, “Ooo. Half-hard already.”

With a twisting motion of her fist, she worked to coax his man-meat into a full blown erection. “See? You get aroused just talking about blowjobs!… Obsessed.”

“I’m obsessed with you,” Abraham replied, taking a deep breath as Constance wrapped her lips around his cock.

Then they both became quiet. Constance, because she had a mouthful of cock, and Abraham, because… well, Constance had a mouth of cock. He did not want to say anything to distract the steady, rhythmic movements of her upper body. Bobbing back and forth. Her tightly pressed lips slipping repeatedly over the ridge of his cockhead. Her hand following along with her head. Squeezing and stroking. Her cheeks caved in as she sucked. And sucked. And sucked.

Over twenty years of knobbers with this woman, and each time seemed to be better. After several minutes of orally caressing and stimulating him, Constance brought her free hand up to cup Abraham’s balls.

“Oh, Connie,” he sighed, closing his eyes and tilting his head back. He slid his feet further apart, giving her freer access to his nutsack. He moved his hands to gently touch the side of her head. His touch was feather-light, not wanting to hinder her movements. Just trying to physically communicate to her his affection for her and appreciation for this act.

A few moments later, he began to moan. Softly and sporadically at first, but gradually becoming louder and more frequent. The kneeling, cock-sucking woman moaned herself in response. Delighted that he was enjoying her oral ministrations so much. All the while, she wore her heavy black cat-eye glasses.

As she continuously, relentlessly worked to get him off, the wet, squishing sounds of her blowing him added to his pleasure. His own hips started to hunch in rhythm with her movements, and each time she would jiggle his balls, he would sigh deeply.

“Connie!” he gasped. “I’m… I’m gonna…”

The words were uttered almost like a prayer. A referent prayer offered to her mouth.

“Arrrrgh!” he cried out and thrust his hips forward as his cock exploded. Connie speeded up her movements, assisting him through his orgasm. Helping him to unload into her mouth. Each jet of thick cum was greeted by her with an “Hm-mm, hm-mm, hm-mm.”

Soon, he had emptied himself into her. Totally emptied. As he took a faltering step backwards, his softening cock slipping from her lips and hand, he smiled down at her. A smile on his face and a dreamy, sleepy look in his eyes. She returned the smile while tilting her head back and showing him what she held in her mouth.

Once she had swallowed and dabbed any stray drops from the corners of her lips, Abraham extended his hands and helped her to her feet. He carefully removed the glasses from her face and kissed her. Long and hard. Wrapping his free arm around her and pulling her in close to his body.

When he broke the kiss, he handed her back her glasses and re-arranged his clothing. Including his tie. The two walked to the front door, their arms around each other's waist. At the door, she kissed him. A brief peck of parting, and said with earnest concern. “Be careful tomorrow, darling. Please. For my sake.”

He assured her that he would, and as he descended the steps, she called out, “Oh. Does this woman have a name?”