The Professor

Shalonda shut her book, rubbing her temples. She was bright for a Carolina girl, but these Ivy League classes could be too much sometime. She disliked asking for help, but she sighed, pulling up the information for her professor.

Thirty minutes later, she trudged through a snowy campus, up to the main hall for her college. Room 103, she thought. At least she didn't have to hike anymore stairs. She'd nearly busted her ass on the icy one outside. She stomped out the snow on the placemat, then entered the professor's office.

His name was Fabrizio Ferrari. He was hirsute, with a dark beard and mustache. He was fit, in his mid-40s. He was always so far away in Shalonda's class, lecturing to a full room. But in closer proximity, Shalonda realized he was quite handsome. He looked very ... Mediterranean.

He quickly helped her with her problem, but they both dithered afterwards, neither wanting to brave the harsh elements.

"So where are you from?" the professor asked.

"South Carolina," Shalonda said.

"Ah, my brother practices law there," Dante said. "Older brother, different mothers. Haven't seen him in ages."

"No shit," Shalonda said. "My dad is a lawyer too." She felt a bit awkward. Her manner of speaking was always a bit ... crude for people here. But he just chuckled.

"So how are you liking the cold?" he asked.

"Fuckin' sucks," Shalonda said. "But worth it for the degree."

"That it is," Fabrizio agreed. There was a moment of silent, and impulsively, Shalonda leaned forward to kiss him. He gently grabbed her shoulders.

"Not the path to an A, I'm afraid," he said.

"Fuck that," Shalonda said. "I'm cold, you're cold, let's warm up the old fashioned way."

Every part of Fabrizio was telling him this was wrong, but this warm, Black southern girl was just too tempting. He locked the door in the practically vacant building, and the stripped each other. Shalonda was pleased to find him strong and virile, something out of place in the Ivy League, she thought. She kissed his chest, then knelt for him, quickly tying her hair back in a ponytail, and tugging his pants and boxers off. She was rewarded with a cock that was long, fat, uncut, and darker than the white boys she'd met thus far, a light brownish hue to it. She spat on it, then jerked it to full stiffness.

"Been wasting time with all these honky students," she said, more to prime the man than in truth. "Shoulda been coming to your office hours all along." She looked up into his pretty green eyes, as she engulfed his pole.

"Ohhhh fuck," Fabrizio breathed out, his hands wrapping around her head. He fucked her mouth for a little while, his mouth open, his eyes closed. Then he cleared off his desk, bending her over it.

He slapped her ass, once, twice, thrice, warming up her cheeks, then pushing the tip of his cock against her silken lips. A moment of reticence came across him, but the needs of the flesh were too much, and soon enough, he was plowing the Black vixen like there was no tomorrow. They laid there after on the desk, spent, his cum leaking out of her cunt.

"Goddamn, you can fuck, cracker," Shalonda gurgled happily.