Miranda's Magic Mouth Ch. 03

Joseph tidied his desk in his small, windowless office. He hadn't had an appointment since his annual audit last year, so this was something of a special occasion. His department was something of a joke at the University after all, The Department of Paranormal Studies. He had inherited his job from the previous lone occupant of the department, whose advice had been to keep as small a profile as possible, so as not to ruin a "sweet gig."

However he took the job as seriously as he could. The department's creation and maintenance was mandated by a wealthy benefactor who left a tremendous donation to the college. Therefore, the college created the DPS, staffed it with one lucky fool for as little as they could offer, and gave him an annual operating budget. Joe used his budget to procure antique and rare books that lined the walls of his office. He stopped trying to teach classes after failing to reach a minimum enrollment size several semesters in a row.

He was cheerfully surprised when he had been requested for a sit down with Ms. Miranda Merkoff, and told her to come by today. He left his door open and pretended to be busy at his desk. He wasn't kept waiting. She knocked softly, and before him was a gorgeous and fiery young woman. At least, at first look she was stunning. It was her hair that made her look enticing, but the longer one looked at her, one came to see she was rather plain. Her face was pretty, mainly because it wasn't ugly. But her hair was a passionate swirl of orange an reds, and brought warmth to his bare office.

"Professor?..." she enquired softly

"No no, I'm not a professor," he chuckled nervously, "You're Ms. Merkoff I presume?"

"Yes!" she beamed and stepped in, closing the door behind her, "yes I have a few strange things I can't seem to get any answers to, I was surprised to find you listed in an old directory of the school, your department wasn't on the website."

"Ah, well, yes." He motioned for her to take a seat in front of her.

"So what sort of paranormal stuff have you had experience with Mr. Schwatz?" she asked, without any hint of derision, which was a bit out of the norm for Joseph.

"Please call me Joe," he offered, "my department doesn't do much in the way of field work I'm afraid. Mainly I gather old storied and folklore, scour forgotten texts in the library, I gave a creative writing class some interesting materials a few months ago actually."

"I see." She muttered hesitantly.

"Well, what is it you were wondering? I'm not too occupied and I'd love to help out a student any way I can."

"So..." she started, then paused, then made several swirling hand motions. "I suppose I should just spit it all out," she continued, unsure but not shy, "this may sound rather unbelievable but it's the truth." She cleared her throat, "I suck dick so good it makes guy's dicks grow to unbelievable legnths."

Joe's cock twitched, and he had to clear his throat as well, "I- I'm sorry?"

She was remaining patient, but this had clearly been something she had gone over before. "When I put dicks in my mouth," she made an exaggerated motion with her hands and mouth, like a tremendous ghostly phallus with assaulting her throat, "They go from this big," she held her hands at roughly a comparable length to his own member, "to this big," she put a hand at the top of her thigh and the other on her knee.

Joe's mouth was open, and he was unsure about this entire meeting. "Well, congratulations I suppose? Where is the uh, paranormal bit about these penises?"

She pause for a moment to regain her composure, then tried a new approach. "Okay, Joe, let's put it this way. How long is your cock?"

"I beg your pardon!" he exclaimed.

"No really? Like, 4 inches?"

He scoffed angrily, "No it is not that small," he said embarrassed and blushing.

"Okay, but lets say it was-"

"It's not"

"Okay but, let's say it was. Then I start to lick and suck on it, it starts out and I just have one little hand wrapped around it and I'm kissing the tip, then I stroke it and milk it and my saliva is just getting everywhere," her voice was getting hot, wet and desperate, "then I'm bobbing up and down and your hitting the back of my throat, and you're so swollen and pulsing and ready to burst! Then-" She made a gasp, "you look down and see your usual 4 inch penis is a massive 10 inches, bigger than most pornstars."

Joe was rock hard under the desk. His mouth was dry, "I suppose that would be very unusual if it were true." He rubbed his face, "did Michaels put you up to this?"

"What?"

"I mean this elaborate prank and everything. It's very clever and all but come now, I've never done anything to bother the Drama department."

"Joe, this is all entirely true!" she exclaimed. "I have not one left to ask, I can even prove it on you if I have to!"

He chuckled, thoroughly amused and slightly disgusted, "there it is, now it's not enough to tease me, they want to get me fire too." He turned away to contact to faculty's HR rep again, hopefully they would do something this time. He heard a loud click and turned to see Miranda had locked the door. She had tears welling in the corners of her eyes. "Please, I need answers. I'm serious, I'll show you."

She stepped around his desk and went to her knees. She looked at him, pleading, "please?"

Joseph had made many questionable choices in his life, but none of them had led to spontaneous oral sex from a young woman, so he relented. But if he was going to lose his job over some head, he was going to be comfortable, he turned away from her and removed his shoes and pants, but kept his socks on cause he was a fucking wierdo.

Her face said nothing as she gazed at his cock. Her hands ran up his thighs when he sat down. He was already hard and she wasted no time. His swollen head poked out from her hand as she kissed and licked. This was clinical for her though, after so many experimental blowjobs, and as soon as his cock was slick she went to work, giving the sloppiest most vigorous head Joe had ever had. His eyes rolled back as he groaned. He felt her spit dripping down his nuts and glistening on his thighs.

"Okay now look, I mean really look," she said.

He looked, then after a moment realized he was looking at himself like he'd never seen. His cock was absolutely huge. He wrapped his hand around it. Then his other hand. Then Miranda put hers on top of his. "What the fuck..." He whispered. He continued to look at it, turning it around, looking from all angles. It was thicker too, like a fleshy cucumber.

"And this happens to everyone you do this to?" he asked, stroking his new leg passionately.

"Yes, and there's another thing. I'm pretty sure I can make you orgasm on demand."

"Oh I'm pretty sure you can Miranda," he chuckled.

"No, not like that, I mean..." she was lost for words, "Just do everything you can to NOT cum okay?"

"Ha, sure," he said, confident that thinking about the lecture he attended about winged newts would suffice. It usually did.

Miranda licked his salty schlong again to get it lubed, then, focused, and slid her mouth and hands up and down his monster seven times, making him gush and spurt, filling her mouth and making her swallow to avoid soiling her clothes. The face he made was one of confused ecstasy. She dropped his cock, which thumped audibly on his chair.

She returned to her seat across from him as he struggled to catch his breath. He looked fully clothed from her vantage. "So anyways, Joe, that happens every time I suck a cock, and I think there's something supernatural about it.

He gave a small laugh. He looked like a cat that caught the sunbeam. "You know, I think it's time I did some field work. Let's meet again after I've looked into it some."

He had a lot of reading to do.