School of Hard BBC

"Holy fuck," I said, this tale sounding more like a porn film than real life.

"Yeah, I was completely stunned," Mike said. "Then Sarah spoke up and said, 'Come join me, Mike.'"

"No way!" I said, one shocking reveal after another.

"Yeah," Mike said. "I asked her, 'Why, Sarah?' She replied, stroking the huge cock adoringly, 'Come down here and find out.' I knew I should have said no. Yet her soft words, her sexy eyes, and the huge black sausage she was stroking, had me walking over to her and him, and getting down on my knees."

"I still can't believe this," I said.

"Every word is true," he said. "I knelt beside her and watched her sucking his cock for a couple of minutes while Wally explained the rules, which I already knew from Professor Kent. Sarah then stopped sucking and proffered me his big, wet cock. I should have said no. I should have protested. (Or at least that's how I felt at the time, but not anymore.) Yet I did neither. I was now in such awe of his cock... so I just leaned forward and took it in my mouth."

"Wow!" I said.

"Yeah, he came in my mouth a few minutes later, and I was hooked."

"You swallowed that slimy goo?"

"Cum is delicious. You need to try it."

"Something else I can't fathom."

"A week later, he was railing me in my office. Then I was spit-roasted by two freshmen in their dorm room. Since then, I've had a dick in my mouth or ass or both, pretty much every day."

"Wow," I said yet again.

"Anyway, I really need to get going," he said. "If you have any more questions, or just want to satisfy some more of your curiosity, which you doubtless will, you know where I am."

"Okay."

"Good luck in resisting."

"Thanks."

"Although it will be futile," he said, patting me consolingly on the back as he left.

That night, or rather during the wee hours of the next morning when I finally made it to bed, I couldn't sleep. What I'd witnessed during that late evening refused to leave my head. I particularly couldn't get Jamal's cock out of my head. Nor could I push his words out of my head: "You don't know it yet, but I've awakened a side of you that you didn't know existed." Nor could I push Mike's parting words out of my head: "Although it will be futile."

At first I ignored my throbbing cock, annoyed that I was hard from reimagining a gay act. Yet my cock kept begging for attention, and before I knew it. I was stroking myself. I closed my eyes and imagined Professor Sarah sucking my cock. Was Mike serious? Was she actually interested in me? I would have been utterly ecstatic about such news if she wasn't a longstanding slut for BBC, although the idea of watching her eating a black pussy was super-hot. I know, I'm a pig.

Imagining Sarah in black nylons, her sexy feet (I assumed she had sexy feet inside those five-inch heels she always wore) stroking my cock (something I used to love my wife doing for me sometimes) had my balls boiling pretty quick. Yet just as I was about to come, the imaginary Sarah, who was moaning passionately as she stroked me asked, "Won't you suck this big black cock for me, Joe?" And then Jamal's big cock flashed before my eyes as I erupted a huge load, while an intense orgasm coursed through me. Easily the most intense one I'd ever had from my hand.

As I lay there, spent, cum coating my hand, I cursed out loud, "What the fuck was that about?"

I got up, cleaned myself off and tried to sleep... yet so many distracting questions were spinning in my head.

Was Jamal really going to try and turn me?

Was the fact of my daughter wearing nylons a sudden neon sign announcing to the world that she constantly submitted to black women, and perhaps to black men as well?

Did Sarah actually fancy me? And if she did, what did that actually mean, if everything else Mike said about her, and about this campus, and even about the surrounding community, was true?

And what about my son? What were the odds he too had been turned?

Why do I keep replaying that gay scene I'd happened across?

Why can't I get Jamal's huge cock out of my head?

Why do I keep calling it huge?

I had just come. Why was I still fucking hard?

Fuck!

.....

The next morning, as luck would have it, Michelle came over with some very welcome coffee. She wore black nylons. We chatted for a few minutes about generic stuff: school for her, my new job, plans for our family Thanksgiving, which was still two months away and so forth.

I then asked, "So I don't mean to pry, but what's with your sudden change to nylons? I know you hated them, back when we were at home."

She shrugged, not giving away any hint it was because of some secret society (that still might be entirely fictional), "Kane likes them, and I find they really accentuate my legs." Kane was her boyfriend.

"You mom loved them," I reminisced, missing her legs, her feet, her everything.

"Yeah, she always wore them," Michelle agreed tenderly.

"Do you always wear them now too?" I asked, prying a little more.

"Yeah, pretty much."

"It's crazy seeing my baby girl as an adult."

"Yep, all grown up now," she said before glancing at her phone. "Shoot, I'm going to be late."

"Your first class isn't for another hour," I pointed out, glancing up at the clock.

"Oh, I'm meeting a classmate for breakfast."

"Where?"

"At her dorm," she said, giving me a hug and saying, "Love you."

"Love you too," I said, my first thought being that her breakfast might be pussy... black pussy. In one way that might be pretty obvious by now. In another way it was still unthinkable!

I shook the unthinkable thought out of my head (if that's not an oxymoron), as our entire conversation and my sly interrogation hadn't really given me any evidence she was part of a secret sex society. Kane was white, I'd met him a couple of times, and he was a very polite young man, so if she was wearing nylons for him, it could very well mean she was oblivious to, or had rejected the temptations of this secret society. Or that such a society didn't even exist, although that possibility I kept clinging to, seemed less and less likely every time I thought about it.

I went and showered and headed to work, feeling a little nervous about what might lie ahead for me, especially today.

Okay, a lot nervous.

Yet even as I anticipated some sort of craziness to come leaping out at me... nothing happened.

I did bump into Sarah in the staff lounge (her ubiquitous nylons today were mocha), and she enquired sweetly about how I was enjoying my new job, and I asked her how she was enjoying the semester so far. I went to pour myself some more coffee, and asked if she wanted any more. She said sure. I asked how she took it, and she answered, seeming to stress the word, although it could have been my imagination, "BLACK."

I laughed, as I had always drunk mine black too, "Hey, I drink it that way too."

"Yeah, no reason to adulterate a perfect beverage," she smiled.

"Agreed," I said.

We went our separate ways, and I was happy to feel my cock was hard, knowing it was because of Sarah. Sarah and her pretty face. Sarah and her great legs. Sarah and her pantyhose. Sarah and her nice ass as she walked away. Just Sarah. Not... let's not even go there.

That evening Mike texted me: How was your day?

I responded: Uneventful, except I had a nice conversation with Sarah.

He suggested: Ask her out.

I replied: I haven't asked a woman out in over twenty years.

He said: Do it! What have you got to lose?

I replied: Nothing I guess.

He said: Exactly.

I replied: I'll think about it.

He replied: Do it!

I graded some papers and planned the next day's lessons, telling myself I needed to stop worrying about Jamal and this weird secret society nonsense, and to focus on work and maybe, just maybe, asking out Sarah.

.....

The next day I arrived at my office early, hoping to enter the grades from the papers I'd graded last night into the computer records, when I found some Polaroids littering my desk. (Who still even has a Polaroid camera nowadays?) There were a dozen of them. Each of a black cock. Some with lips wrapped around them, all female, a couple of them shooting cum, and all of them big and hard. There was also a typed note, unsigned:

Professor Future Bottom Bitch:

Is there any particular dick here you'd prefer over the others?
One for that cock sucking mouth of yours.

One for that virgin ass of yours.

That was it.

Fuck!

How brazen!

I couldn't believe someone had snuck into my office and scattered all these photos across my desk. I wanted to ask my secretary if she'd seen anyone, but she wouldn't be in for another twenty minutes.

I should have thrown those pictures in the garbage, yet I spent the next few minutes perusing them.

Each dick was so big.

So thick.

And, although I'd never considered it before, even during the rare times I watched porn (which truthfully wasn't all that often, I just found the scenes so over-the-top and unbelievable (which yes I know seems ironic, if the secret society was actual) that I preferred reading erotica, and sometimes writing a bit of it myself), but this time I couldn't believe how hot an action photo of a cock shooting cum could be.

I was still examining them, when my door opened and a deep male voice said, "I see you like the pics I left for you."

I quickly pushed them off my desk as I looked up, and saw Jamal leaning against the doorway. "You left them here?"

"Yeah, I figured since you seemed so beguiled by my cock, I should give you a few pictures of some other nice big black cocks for you to drool over," he explained, a smug grin on his face.

"I should report you," I said.

"But you won't," he said. "We both know that."

"I don't think we do," I said, trying not to display any weakness.

"Yeah, we do," he said. "I could walk over to you and shove my cock in your mouth right now, and you couldn't do anything to stop me. But I want you to come to me. I want you to beg for my dick."

"Not going to happen,"

"Oh, but it will," he smirked. "Oh, it will."

He then simply turned and left.

"What the fuck?" I swore, more to myself than anyone else.

What just happened?

A minute later my secretary Jane walked in and asked, "Is there anything I can do for you, Professor Barber?"

I looked at her and her white nylons and replied, "No thanks, I'm just getting ready for my lecture."

She walked over and bent down, and horrified, I realized what she was doing, so I leapt to my feet and said, trying to appear casual but totally failing, "Don't worry about those, I'll get them."

"No worries," she said, picking up one that was upside down and turning it over. "Oh, I see."

"That's not what it looks like," I said, humiliated to be caught with pictures of black dicks scattered around my office.

"What it looks like is that they're targeting you next."

"Who would be targeting me?" I asked, playing dumb.

"Oh," she said casually (successfully), gathering up all the photos and placing them on my desk in a neat stack. "You'll see soon enough. And you should hang onto these."

She then strolled out as if nothing of note had happened, as I noticed her nylons had a sexy seam down the back. Was she too a submissive to black pussy and cock? It seemed that she was. She was married with three kids, and was quite chubby... but she was Latina, not quite white, and she had huge tits and an amazing big booty. I couldn't help but imagine her body really rocking while getting railed by a big black cock.

Fuck! I needed to get my head out of the gutter!

Sadly, I realized I was hard again.

I decided I needed another coffee. I went to the lounge, and was pleasantly surprised to see Sarah there, in a nice red business suit and tan nylons. "Hey, good looking," she greeted with her dazzling smile.

"Hi, Sarah. You're here early today."

"Yes, I had an early breakfast meeting."

"I hope it was fruitful," I said, a joke I always made about breakfast meetings and fruit. It's lame, I know.

"Oh yes, it was quite a fulfilling breakfast," she said casually. "What are your plans for the day?"

"Same as always, prep, teach and grade," I said.

"Well, we can't have you stuck in a rut," she objected smoothly. "Why don't we go out for dinner tonight?"

"What? Really?" I asked, aiming for sounding willing, but not too enthusiastic.

Yes, it will be fun."

"Yeah sure, I'd love to."

"Great, it's a date then."

"Yeah, yeah, a date," I nodded, sounding like an overeager high school student.

"Meet me at Dane's at seven," she suggested.

"Sure," I nodded, trying to dial down my excitement a little.

"Great, see you then," she said with a warm smile.

I watched her leave, adjusted my throbbing dick, and poured myself a black coffee. This was too good to be true!

I was headed back to my office, when I realized I had to piss. I walked down the 900 hallway, when I recalled the bathroom I was approaching was supposedly the gay one. Yet I really had to piss, and it was almost an hour before any classes were starting... so I figured it should be empty.

It wasn't.

A white chubby student was on his knees, bobbing on a tall, slim, black student's big cock.

I should have immediately turned around and walked out, but I was about to piss myself, so I headed to a stall. (Not a urinal, since I wanted to get out of sight as quickly as possible.)

"Hi, Professor Barber," the black kid said, as I scurried nervously past him.

I wasn't certain, but he might have been a student in one of my freshman classes. It was too early in the semester to recognize all 100 or so students in each of my classes.

I didn't respond as I closed the stall door, and hurriedly yanked out my dick to pee.

"That's it slut, suck my big dick," the guy urged, just as my stream of piss began spraying into the toilet.

One would figure he'd be embarrassed at being discovered by a professor while receiving head, yet that definitely wasn't the case.

"Tell me how much you love black cock, faggot," he said in a loud voice, obviously playing to the crowd (me).

"I love black cock so much," the chubby one responded on cue.

"Do you want my cock in that fat ass of yours?"

"Really? Yes, please," he responded, sounding desperate to get fucked.

"There's a professor in the stall listening in on us; does that matter?" the black guy asked, clearly enjoying humiliating the kid, and also demonstrating to me the power he had.

"I don't give a shit what he hears," the chubby kid said. "Just bend me over the counter and fuck me!"

"You sure?" the black kid asked, clearly amused.

"Yes, yes, let's show that reluctant professor what he's missing!"

Reluctant? And the white student was calling me that? Was the entire school monitoring the progress of my seduction (if you could call it that)?

"Good idea. Pull down your pants and bend over, faggot."

"Yes, sir," the chubby kid responded eagerly, addressing someone his own age by a term usually reserved for elders or military officers.

I'd finished pissing, but now I was frozen with indecision. Did I walk out, wash my hands and act as if nothing was happening? Did I wait in here until they were done? Did I storm out asserting all of my faculty authority (if I had any), and stop this twisted act of humiliation in its tracks?

"Oh fuck," the kid groaned, as he was obviously getting his ass filled.

"Such a tight ass for such a fat one," the black kid taunted.

"Oh God, fuck my fat ass, fuck it good."

"You have a girlfriend, faggot?"

"No," he moaned, as I began to hear their bodies colliding.

"You're probably too busy sucking cock and getting fucked."

"Oh yes, the app gives me all the black cock I can handle," he moaned.

There's even an app for finding black dicks to service?! He can't be serious! I stuffed my hard cock away, it continuing to betray me, and prepared to leave. I wasn't going to let this guy get to me.

"Yeah, that was a great idea this year."

"Yeah, I fucking love it," the chubby guy groaned.

"I bet you do."

I flushed the toilet to alert them I was on my way out.

"You ready for my load in your fat asshole?"

"Oh yes, breed me with your black cock," the guy moaned, sounding very feminine.

I walked out, thinking I could just leave, but found myself stopping and staring at the action.

"Hey Professor, make sure to wash your hands," the black kid jeered, as he railed his chubby, moaning bitch. Did I just call the kid a bitch? A guy's bitch?

"Oh fuck! Professor, are you getting your share of black cock?" the chubby kid asked through his whimpering.

"No," I said, as I walked to the sink and washed my hands, trying to make it look like none of this was fazing me at all.

"Oh, but he will," the black kid said.

"Hurry up and dive in, Professor, you'll love it," the white kid said.

"Here it comes, faggot," the black kid said, and then spewed his load into the fat kid's ass.

"Oh yes, breed me," the kid moaned.

I finished washing my hands, didn't take the time to dry them and began to leave, as the black kid pulled out and asked, "You sure you don't want some of this, Professor Barber?"

"Yeah, I'm good," I said, but I couldn't help but glance at his cock... which was huge, and currently had cum dripping from it.

"Yeah, I should leave you alone," he said as I hurried past him. "Jamal has already claimed you."

I continued walking, surreptitiously adjusting my hard cock once I was safely in the deserted hallway, and returned to my office.

I closed my door, locking it this time, and jerked off... trying to ease the throbbing in my dick.

I shot my load in record time, as I glanced down and saw a photo of a black cock in someone's mouth.

Fuck, this was really getting out of hand!

Brushing off everything, especially the guy's words 'Jamal has already claimed you', I eventually went and taught my class. Three black female students sat in the front row with white girls massaging their feet... all three white girls wearing nylons.

Once the class had ended and people were leaving, I looked up and saw a black male student standing near the back with what was undeniably a head bobbing up and down, as a few students idly stood around watching.

I sighed and called out, "Please take whatever that is somewhere else."

"I'm just helping my buddy get his morning protein," the black student called back.

"Yeah, he looks really hungry," a redheaded female student giggled, as I saw a black girl squeezing her ass.

"Are you hungry?" her black girl asked politely.

"Actually I'm starving," she agreed, and the black girl took her hand and led her out of my class.

"Now," I said firmly.

"Hold your horses, Professor; he's almost got me there," the black kid objected.

I sighed and decided this battle wasn't worth fighting, as he grunted, "Swallow it all."

As I walked down the hallway, a pretty blonde was massaging a large black girl's shoulders, while a chubby brunette was sucking on her toes.

"Jesus Christ," I muttered to myself as I headed to my office.

I walked past the 900 bathroom, and saw Jerry, one of the teacher assistants, walking out. He saw me and greeted, "Hi, Professor Barber."

"Hi, Jerry."

"How was class?" he asked, walking up to me.

"Uneventful," I said, noticing he had a wad of cum on his chin. So I pointed out, "I think you have something on your chin."