A run-in with the Dean

Once Kara was ready to leave, she slipped on a pair of black high-heeled shoes that boosted her height three inches and made her calf muscles look great. Then, she undid three more clasps on her blouse so that only the buttons at her abdomen and navel kept her shirt together. She spent a minute more readjusting her shirt so that her deep cleavage was very visible and that anyone could see she was not wearing a bra. Satisfied with her appearance, she winked at herself in the mirror and headed out to her car.

There were a couple of stops Kara had to make before she started work, chief among them being the pharmacist. Since they'd been together, she and Max had always used condoms. While they did enjoy frequent 'love-making', it was never often enough to warrant a more expensive form of protection. However, once she found employment at BCU, it was explicitly explained that the use of condoms was the prerogative of the men. Since she had yet to meet anyone at work who opted to use them, for the past two years she'd been on contraceptive pills purely as a precaution. She never told Max about it, and simply kept the pills at work where he wouldn't see them, and therefore not ask questions. As such, over the summer months she was effectively 'off the pill' which was fine. Now, with her work starting again, Kara had stopped by her doctor yesterday and got another prescription. After a quick stop at the pharmacist to get it filled, she was off to work.

Kara pulled her car into the faculty parking lot, grabbed her things and then headed into the teachers' building. Her office was on the third floor and, despite her high-heeled shoes, she often chose the stairs over the elevator. The institution made it a employment requirement for its female teachers to both: eat healthy and workout regularly. It was a sexist policy Kara admitted, but almost all of the institutions' policies were sexist to favor men. Although it would have horrified Kara two years ago (and did), she had long since given up feelings of rights, equality, freedom, and independence when it came to black men. The school had broken her of those things long ago. So now, whenever she was told or asked to do something by a black man, she did it; sometimes reluctantly, but she always did it. Now she was called one of the school's model teachers; and she was also in great shape because of it.

When she arrived at her office, she unlocked the door and stepped inside to find everything exactly as she left it. She made her way over to her desk and set her things down on it. Casually, she opened the bottom drawer on her desk, took out her newly acquired pills, and placed them in the drawer before shutting it closed. Next, she pulled out her phone and set her alarm for thirty minutes before class. Once she set her phone down, she heard a knock at her door.

"Come in." She called out.

The door swung open, and in stepped Dean Richard 'Dick' Woods. The Dean was average height, with a slightly muscular build; but his age was starting to show. He was in his late fifties or early sixties, and balding. The hair that he did still have was around his ears and a color best described as 'salt and pepper', with more salt than pepper. He had a full beard which had lost its color far earlier, and deep dark eyes that gleamed with sinister intent. While there was no doubt in Kara's mind that once he had been quite a striking figure, to her, it was clear that those days were behind him.

Plus, Kara didn't like him too much. He was underhanded, opinionated, condescending, bigoted and sexist. Kara suspected that he got his position through favors, strong-arm tactics, and backdoor politics rather than any actual administrative or educational ability. But then again, from what she heard, most of the board of directors for the university were like that. As far as she was concerned the man had only one redeeming characteristic.

His huge fucking cock.

The thing was massive, over a foot long and thicker than her wrist. The first time he'd fucked her with it she'd cum so much she blacked out. She could still remember how it stretched her as he slowly sunk every inch of it into her sopping wet pussy. She still quivered when she remembered it pounding her into submission. She would almost cum just remembering the feel of each and every powerful blast of sperm it would launch into her pussy.

She hated the man, but loved his dick.

"Mrs. Cummings, welcome back" He said with a predator's smile. "How was your summer?"

Kara doubted that he cared. Still, it was nice enough of him to ask. "It was wonderful thank you." She replied as he casually sat down in the chair on the other side of her desk. His eyes seemed glued to her nearly exposed breasts. "Max took me on a month long trip to-"

Dean Woods waved his hand dismissively, "Please Kara nobody cares about your time with your husband. Tell me, have you heard about Gina?"

Gina Rogers was one of Kara's colleagues. She'd been on the faculty at BCU for nearly a decade, which was a fairly considerable amount of time for a woman. While Kara didn't exactly consider her a friend, Gina had been something of a mentor in Kara's first few months. As such, Kara felt a wave of concern wash over her "I haven't heard anything. Is she alright?"

Richard Woods laughed, "Gina? Oh Gina's fine don't worry. In fact she's better than fine. She's finally undertaking her life's calling."

Kara was quickly confused; from what she knew, teaching was Gina's calling. "But I thought..."

Woods shook his head, "No one cares what you think Kara."

'Prick' Kara thought.

"However, Ms. Rogers absence creates something of a dilemma. You see I'm having trouble finding people to teach her classes. As you know she was... uniquely gifted in certain subjects." Kara witnessed that sinister gleam flash in his eye before he continued. "I was looking over your schedule, and believe you might be able to take over a couple of her classes."

Kara felt her heart start to beat faster. Whether it was from fear or excitement she couldn't tell. "Which ones?"

The Dean's smile was warm, but his eyes spoke volumes. "Tuesday and Thursday at two o'clock you would have 'Fertility and Reproductive studies' and then on Monday and Wednesday at four o'clock 'Community Building Activities' which is a three hour time block."

Kara's eyes went wide and she stifled a gasp. 'Fertility and Reproductive Studies' was essentially 'Black Bred White Girls' and 'Community Building Activities' was known as 'Gangbang Class'. The thought of teaching those classes had her nearly soaking her seat with how wet she was and, instinctively, she yearned to say 'yes'. But a wedding photo on her desk caught her eye and a stark realization came to her mind. Instructors at BCU were expected to lead by example. If she accepted the 'gangbang' position, there shouldn't be any conflicts; but the 'breeding' class would likely mean no contraceptives. She'd worked so hard to keep her professional and private lives separate. Could she really risk throwing it all away now?