Kelly & Her Black Professor

Kelly tapped her fingers against her notebook as she waited outside Mr. Jenkins office. She was a little nervous. It had all started yesterday, when her freshmen college class had gotten their midterm grades back. She had gotten a B, good for most, but Kelly was not happy with an average score. She approached Mr. Jenkins, her professor for African studies, about the grade. He had told her to visit him tomorrow at his office, and they would talk about how she could improve.

This was important Kelly thought, as she brushed her long red hair from her face. She had always been top of her class in high school, even in her private school, which was made up of some of the richest and brightest kids in the state. Kelly was the model student, the girl who ran all the clubs, who acted and danced, who captained the cheerleading squad. Scholarships and other awards had flowed in, and most people who knew Kelly felt she was really going places. Now, she was a freshman at this prestigious university in southern Californian, hundreds of miles away from her home in Colorado. She was determined to succeed here, and would not let one class trip her up. Her wealthy parents were putting a lot of money behind her, and they had made sure she would not fail. They had raised her in a proper Christian household and had taught her the value of virtue and responsibility. Kelly looked down at the diamond studded cross that she wore, a graduation present from her proud parents. She would not let them down.

BODY:

Keeping her virtue had always been very important to young Kelly. It was hard, many boys had shown interest in her. It was easy to understand why. Kelly was about 5'8, and years of dance and other athletics had blessed her with a very impressive physique. Her legs were soft and toned, leading to slender thighs which gave way to a firm but womanly round behind. Kelly's torso was finely sculpted, with a flat stomach and strong but gentle arms. The one body part that did interfere in her athletics were her large, firm breasts, which measured at a very impressive C cup. At home, she often wore large sweaters to hide her womanly bust, but that was impossible in sunny California, although Kelly looked down on the half bikini clad women that often walked around the campus. She wore form fitting blue cotton pants, pink sandals, and a sleeveless white blouse. The white fabric fit well with her skin color, which was a very pale tone, showing off her Irish ancestry. Along with her ivory complexion, a light smattering of freckles dusted her cheeks, her shoulders, and her breasts. Also betraying her heritage was her beautiful wavy red hair, which fell down past her shoulders. The California sun had given her crimson hair a nice golden tint. Kelly's most striking feature were probably her piercing green eyes, which helped offset her otherwise colorless complexion.

Kelly saw the door to Mr. Jenkins office open, and he stepped out in the hall. Mr. Jenkins was in his thirties, and was a fairly tall and very well built African American man. He was about 6'1, and had the body of a linebacker, which he had been in his college days. He wore khaki slacks and a white suit shirt, with a blue tie. His head was shaved and glistened in the light.

"Ms. Donovan, you can come in now," he said.

Kelly stood up and entered his office. Jenkins pulled a chair out for her in front of his massive mahogany desk, and she sat down. Kelly looked around and took stock of the office. It was lined with books, but also had many African tribal artifacts that Mr. Jenkins had brought back from his field trips, including chieftain masks, tribal rugs, and fertility idols.

Mr. Jenkins closed the door and sat at his desk. Just as he was about to speak, his phone rang.

"Excuse me for a moment," he said, picking up the phone.

From the tone of the phone call, Kelly guessed it was his wife. Kelly looked at the pictures on his desk and saw him with a woman that seemed like it was his wife. Kelly was unsure however, as the woman in the picture was a rather young white woman, with blonde hair and thick pink lips. Kelly had barely ever spoken to a black person before, so this idea of interracial marriages was foreign to her. Still, she felt she had to open her mind a bit while at college.

Jenkins placed the phone down after saying "goodbye honey" and pointed to the picture.

"Just my wife. Now, Ms. Donovan, you were here to see me about your grades. Well, I don't think I can really help you get a better grade. If you just study hard, and do what you have been doing, you'll probably get a high B for the course."

Kelly was somewhat perplexed.

"But, Professor Jenkins, I'm used to getting A's. If I work hard enough, can't I get the A?"

"No, you really can't. Not that way. There's really only one way to get that kind of score."

"Well, I'll do anything I can to get that grade." "Oh really," said Mr. Jenkins, his face breaking out in a smile. He got up and began to walk over to the seated Kelly. He stood over her and looked down, placing his large hand on her shoulder.

"Well, there is one way. You just have to be real nice to your professor, and do a few things for him. Some really, really nice things."

As he said that, Mr. Jenkins moved his hand down to Kelly's large right breast, gently cupping it, feeling the nipple through the thin fabric. Kelly looked up, stunned, her green eyes wide open, as she realized what Mr. Jenkins, still smiling, was doing. He was taking advantage of her, just as her mother had warned some men might do at college. No, this was not right, she was going to leave.

"I'm...I'm going to go Mr. Jenkins. This isn't right," she stammered, moving towards the door.

"You can go Ms. Donovan, but if you do without being nice to me, I'm going to fail you for the class."

Kelly, her hand on the door knob, turned around to face him.

"You...you can't do that. I'll tell the administration."

"Let me set you straight on that. Maybe it works a little different in your little farm town, but here, I'm the believable one. I'm a respected black educator, you're nothing but a little white woman. On this campus, people will believe me, not you. You'll probably be expelled for being a racist. Now, I'm just asking that you kiss me a little bit, that's all I ask," said Jenkins, moving towards Kelly slowly.

Kelly was horribly confused. She knew she should leave, but she also knew she could never fail a class, and she had innocently kissed a few boys before. Mr. Jenkins seemed nice enough...

As she considered, Mr. Jenkins grabbed her arm in a lightning quick motion and threw his white student to the ground with alarming force. He then turned and quickly locked the door. Kelly struggled to get up and began screaming for help, as Mr. Jenkins rushed over to her. In one violent motion, he grabbed Kelly by her face and pushed her back hard against a bookshelf. She fumed and whined behind his hand, tears and anguish turning her pale white skin a bright red. Kelly couldn't believe how strong he was, he was almost lifting her off her feet. He removed his hand, and, before Kelly could cry out, choked her hard, causing Kelly to gasp. He leaned in and spoke directly into her ear.

"Alright white girl, you had to make this hard, so this is how it's going to work. If you start yelling for help again, I'm going to choke you to death. CLEAR?!"

Kelly, desperate for air, closed her eyes and nodded.

Jenkins released her, and she coughed hard. He waited two seconds, then pushed her back against the bookshelf. He then kissed her on the mouth. Kelly just could not let that happen, as she felt Mr. Jenkins large tongue press against her clenched teeth. Jenkins pulled back, then choked Kelly again.

"White girl, you better start cooperating here, or I'm going to choke you over and over again. CLEAR?"

Kelly's eyes were wide open, looking at her now violent, sex-crazed professor. She had no choice but to, again, nod her head. Jenkins removed his hand, then opened her mouth with his fingers, tongue kissing her deeply. She felt herself being invaded, and was too stunned to even fathom what was happening. After a few more seconds, Jenkins stepped back and ripped his tie off as tears streamed down Kelly's whimpering face, staining her nice white blouse. Then, Jenkins tore his shirt off, revealing a truly monstrous physique, with muscles stacked on muscles. He smiled and let Kelly take it in. He then gripped her by the back of her neck and led her behind his desk, like a dog. She then stood facing him, crying more profusely now. Jenkins laughed.

"White girl, I'm going to change your life. You're never going to be the same."

Before Kelly could understand what that meant, Jenkins grabbed her blouse and ripped it open, tearing the fabric and spilling the buttons on the floor. Kelly just yelped at the suddenness of it, as her young freckled breasts were revealed. Jenkins made quick work of the lace bra and began to suck and kiss her tits, working the other with his powerful hands. Kelly looked down and saw her mothers cross resting on Jenkins bald shiny head. Oh God, she though, oh God, her parents, everything she had worked for, it was going to be destroyed. Kelly winced as Jenkins not so gently bit her nipples. She did all she could, standing there straight, worried at what would come next.

After a few minutes working her now reddened tits, Jenkins sat in his chair. He smiled, looked over the topless young white virgin that stood at attention in front of him, shaking nervously.

"Take your pants off white girl."

She looked at him, not believing what he had said. Her last barrier, the last defense of her virginity was being threatened by Mr. Jenkins.

"Take them off," Jenkins ordered, sternly, cupping his hands as to choke her.

Kelly quickly unsnapped and unzipped her pants, pulling them down, and took off her girlish sandals. Revealed were her plain white cotton panties.

"Those too white girl."

With almost too much hesitation, Kelly pulled her underwear down. Jenkins reached out with his long arm and put his hand on her abdominal area. He rubbed her wispy thin red bush, then used his long fingers and his palm to massage her pouch. Kelly felt electricity go up her body, and felt an increasing amount of warmth and wetness. She wiped her tear soaked face with her hand. Jenkins looked at her and smiled.

"That's real good white girl, that's real good. Turn around now."

Kelly did as she was told and turned around. Jenkins grabbed her thigh and pulled her closer, then pushed on her back, bending her over. He then spread her thighs, giving him total control of Kelly's wide spread ass cheeks. Kelly sobbed at her total humiliation, looking down as her mothers necklace hung down, along with her breasts. It got worse as Mr. Jenkins ran his hands over her pussy, parting the lips just a little bit, then brought his fingers up between her ass cheeks. He then squeezed the flesh of her ass, giving it a playful smack.

"A little history lesson for you white girl. Your people used to do this with my people, hundreds of years ago, make sure they were good slaves. Well, I'm doing the same thing, just making sure your white womanhood is worthy to accept my black manhood. Lucky for you, it is. Turn around and get on your knees white girl, I have something to show you."

Kelly obediently turned around and knelt down in front of Jenkins. She gazed in muted horror as he began to undo his thick brown leather belt, placing it on his desk. Then, he dropped his pants and his undershorts, revealing something Kelly had never seen before in person. It was a penis, but in Kelly's tearful eyes, it was more like a weapon. The massive black member was more than a foot long, and Mr. Jenkins right hand could barely reach around its impressive circumference. He grabbed Kelly's red hair and drew her face right in front of the pulsing black cock.

"This is a big moment in your life white girl. This is when you realize the superiority of the black man, and what you have to do to please me. Your old life, the life of privilege, of white family and religion, dies today. Today, you recognize what you are supposed to be to us, a piece of flesh that gives the black male all the service and pleasure he wants. That's what your life from now on will be, a slave to your master, just as you enslaved us hundreds of years ago. The sooner you realize that, the sooner you're going to enjoy doing what your black master orders you to do. Now, kiss the head of my cock."

Kelly had just stared at the powerful face of Jenkins as he had talked to her. She realized now that there was no way out, that she was totally in Mr. Jenkins power. With her light pink pursed lips, she kissed the bulbous head of Jenkins. The cock responded to her touch by becoming even bigger, more erect.

"Now, start licking my cock."

Kelly's tongue darted out between her lips and began to tentatively lick the massive black member in front of her. Jenkins' gathered more of her golden red hair, asserting his control.

"Ok white girl, open your mouth wide."

Kelly did as she was told. She couldn't believe what was about to happen. She had heard about what a blow job was, but she had never actually seen anything like that...

Before she could finish her thought, Jenkins pulled her head forward and inserted a good five inches of his dick into Kelly's virgin mouth. Kelly's green eyes went wide, looking up at Jenkins, looking for explanation or mercy as Jenkins cock smacked against her throat. Kelly immediately gagged, her body in shock as Jenkins fed her inch after inch of black meat. She could feel the intruder going down her throat as she struggled to respond. Her tongue could do nothing but lick the massive black dick. Using his hands, Jenkins began to move her head to a rhythm, back and forth, slowly conditioning her to take more cock. Her saliva made his dark cock shine as her pink lips tried desperately to open wide enough. And still, the green eyes, begging Jenkins for mercy.

"Put your hands on my dick white girl."

Kelly reached out and put one hand on the shaft, one on his balls. Her little white hand could not properly grip the black cock, and she had to use her other hand to get some kind of control of the massive dick. Jenkins just kept fucking her in the mouth, faster, brutally deep. He was going to teach this white girl how to properly deep throat a black cock, as she would need to know that for the rest of her new life. He took better control of her head and forced his cock down her throat, to the point where his big balls were smacking against her pretty little chin. After a few minutes of that torture, Jenkins pulled out the entire length of his now fully engorged cock. Kelly immediately hacked and coughed, saliva and pre-cum spilling to the floor. She cried too, aware of what had just been done to her. Jenkins grabbed her underarms and lifted her onto his lap. Her beautiful white ass was directly on his cock. Ferociously, he began to kiss her soft tits again, his strong ebony figure creating a powerful contrast between his skin and the soft, pale young white girl pressed tight against him. Jenkins looked into her eyes.

"Here comes the big lesson white girl."

Kelly winced, she knew what he meant. He was going to have intercourse with her, penetrate her. She had no idea what to expect as Jenkins grabbed her ass and lifted her up a bit. She held onto the arms of the chair as Jenkins pulled his huge cock up right under the tight lips of her freckled pussy. Another man would have warmed her up, played with her pussy, but Jenkins knew better. He had to teach her savagely, she was going to see a lot worse soon enough. Sex with Mr. Jenkins was not about mutual pleasure or love, it was about submission and service, pure and simple. The sooner the little white girl shaking on top of him understood that, the sooner she would give up her old life. Jenkins gripped her ass hard and pressed her down on his shaft. She was very tight, her virginity resisted. Jenkins could have went slow, but he didn't care about how she felt. Using all his brute force, he rapidly tore Kelly's tight pussy open with his cock, pressing her ass down all the way.

"OH NO...OH...OH NOOOOOOO!"

Kelly screamed like a four year old girl as Jenkins began to fuck her. Her pussy exploded, a massive pain as her virginity was pierced forever by the huge black cock. Kelly's eyes and mouth were wide open as she yelled and pleaded for him to stop, stop this torture.

"OH...PLEASE...PLEASE MR...OH PLEASE...MR. JENKINS STOP...PLEASE STOP...OH...OHHH PLEASE...AHHHHH!"

Jenkins responded with nothing but maniacal laughter and vicious fucking. He brought Kelly down harder and faster, all the way down his shaft. He could feel his dick tear her pussy, exploding into her abdomen. It was a savage motion now, as he fucked the little virgin like a cheap whore. Kelly was forced to lean forward and wrap her arms around Jenkins, her pale white breasts smashed again his muscles. Her red hair draped over Mr. Jenkins face as he laughed. She screamed and yelled, looking for some release from the pain that she was experiencing. There was no mercy, she was being raped like an animal. When Jenkins felt she was yelling too loud, he would choke her, or smack her on the ass. Kelly tried to grit her teeth and bare the assault, but it was so hard, he was fucking her so deep, so hard.

The fucking continued for a long thirty minutes. Jenkins found new ways to open up his little white girl, by keeping her impaled on his cock for 10..15..20 seconds. He laughed as he looked at Kelly's red little Irish face, scrunched up, trying to accept the long time penetration. Jenkins kept choking and smacking his white girl, making sure she knew he was in control. Her face was right next to his, groaning and sobbing. Jenkins would lean into her ear and talk to her.

"Oh yeah white girl, how you like that...this is your first time...you're mine now...better quit school now...after this, I'm going to walk you down to the office and watch you quit...I'll watch you call your nice parents too...you're going to tell them you're out of school and don't want to talk to them ever again...oh yeah...you better find a job then, I'm not going to support you...fast food place, or a waitress...all the money goes to your master of course...anytime I want, I'm going to fuck your brains out, do whatever I want...you're my slave, whatever I say...bet you got a big bank account too, that goes to me...how much is this necklace worth...oh yeah white girl, you will serve me...whenever I fucking want."

Kelly responded to the taunts of her master with moans and frightened cries. Her arms were wrapped around the powerful biceps of Mr. Jenkins. She was realizing how strong he was, how powerful. He could do whatever he wanted and didn't care what happened. Kelly began to feel the pain slip away, and felt a new sensation, pleasure. Her whole body began to understand what was happening to her, how she was being fucked. Her hands felt the bulging muscles of her master, her pussy struggled but accepted his black cock. His smacks and his chokes became part of his attitude, which intrigued Kelly. He was so strong, he could do whatever he felt like. Kelly had never felt dominated like this, she was always the one in charge. Now, this new sensation of being used by her muscled dominator, it...interested her. She began to feel waves of intense pleasure, and she moaned out loud, trying to stay conscious as her whole body shook in intense orgasm.

"Oh yeah, you cumin now white girl!"

"YEAH...DON'T STOP...FASTER...OH, IT'S SO DEEP...OH...KEEP...GOING...HARDER, FUCK ME HARDER...OH GOD!" she squealed.

Jenkins knew he had her. He kept going, holding off his own completion, fucking her even faster and deeper. It was brutal now, but Kelly's little white body was soon shaking in orgasm after orgasm, as her body betrayed her new love and devotion. Jenkins held her tight, biting her tits, hitting her ass cheeks. She just yelled for more, more.