Kyle and Kristine were sitting at a table in the college music lab folding the programs for that night’s Spring choral performance. The concert choir was performing Carl Orff’s Carmina Burana and the music department was buzzing with excitement. Kristine was dressed in her standard performance black: a long black skirt and black top that fit her hourglass form enough to accentuate her curves, a perfect balance of sexy and professional. She loves performance nights, but that night she was eager to watch Dr. Kelly conduct this powerful, rhythmic, sexy masterpiece.
She was feeling flushed, imagining him leading them, when suddenly she felt cool air brush across the left side of her body. She looked up to see a tall frame in a black tuxedo and a head of thick silver hair rush past her, rounding the corner into the music library closet.
“Oh shit,” she said aloud. Kyle looked up and noticed her cheeks were almost as red as her pouty lips, those lips he often fantasized about touching with his cock.
“What’s wrong?” he asked.
Before she could say anything, Dr. Kelly came rushing out of the music library and headed straight toward her, his steel blue eyes locked into hers like a wolf who has found his prey.
“Ms. Marin, I need to speak to you.”
He was pissed, frustrated, and impatient, but still composed. “I gave you explicit directions to pull the music for the pianist and place it in the orchestra pit for Dr. Nyugen. Now the pianist is there but Dr. Nyugen has informed me the piano music is missing. You do realize our performance starts in thirty minutes?”
His voice was as sharp as a blade slicing through butter and Kristine felt on the verge of tears.
Kyle was worried for her. He had never heard or seen Dr. Kelly this pissed, and certainly never this pissed and calm. Kyle watched Kristine’s big green eyes look down as her mouth shaped the word, “Fuck.”
“Come with me, Ms. Marin. Right now.” Dr. Kelly was seething and Kristine was terrified. She timidly stood, unable to look up. She was shaking slightly for she realized she screwed up big time and may have possibly ruined the night’s performance. Dr. Kelly quickly turned away from her and she followed him to the sheet music closet, feeling full of fear and shame for letting him down.
She followed him into the narrow closet, ceiling to floor shelves on her left and her right filled with sheet music. Dr. Kelly closed the door behind her while staring at her.
“Do you understand what you have done? This entire performance could possibly not happen because of you. I trusted you to do one simple task and you failed me.”
He walked slowly up to her, his lips an inch from her face. She could smell his cologne, his shampoo, his breath.
Her knees started shaking, her heart started racing, and her pussy started quivering. She had never been this close to his body. She felt confused as she found herself terrified of being in trouble and terrified of being this close to him in this small dark space. She was pressed up against the back wall, as his mouth moved to her ear and she felt his hot breath on her ear.
“You might ruin my fucking night. My reputation is at risk because of you.” If he hadn’t been right in her ear she would not have been able to hear the faint intensity of his whisper.
With his left hand, he grabbed her long dark hair and pulled her head back. She was startled, but her pussy responded with a contraction of pleasure. His lips grazed her exposed neck, he inhaled her scent sharply, moved his lips back to her ear.
“You will fucking pay for this. Get on your knees. Now!”
With his left hand still wrapped around her long thick hair, he unzipped his pants with his right hand, pulled out his throbbing cock, and placed his swollen red tip against her puffy lips.
“I’ve wanted to put my cock in your pretty red mouth since the first day I laid eyes on you. You are going to suck my dick and you’re going to enjoy it.”
He looked down at her milky heart-shaped face, and in her almond-shaped green eyes he was surprised to see hunger. Hunger for him. Hunger for his cock. This little wolf found her prey. She placed her small delicate hand around his big hard cock. His veins throbbed against her soft fleshy palm. She rubbed the head of his cock back and forth across her lips, circling his cock all around her pretty little mouth.
“Suck my dick, Kristine.”
She parted her lips, licked them so they were moist like her pussy lips, and sensually rolled her wet tongue all around his thick head. She then kissed it. Small little closed-mouth kisses and then passionate open-mouth kisses. Dr. Kelly looked down to see her lost in her own world, literally making out with his cock. Her soft moans caused his dick to twitch which just excited her more. She opened her mouth and moved it down on his cock, while her tongue traced the veins.
Her mouth was now as wet as her pussy as she feasted upon his dick like a wolf on a deer. He placed both hands on her head and forced her further and faster. Fucking her beautiful young twenty-year-old face was the best sensation he had experienced in his fifty years.
“Yes, Kristine. Fuck. You’re such a dirty little whore.”
He thought this was going to be punishment for her. He never thought she was going to suck his dick like it was the most delicious piece of meat she’s ever put in her mouth.
“Do you like my cock, Kristine?” he asked while still holding her hair in his hand.
She looked up at him with those big eyes and smiled. “Mmm, Dr. Kelly, I love your cock. Thank you for letting me suck it.”
Talking about his cock made her pussy painfully pulsate. She couldn’t ignore her juice drenched snatch any longer. As she moved her mouth up and down on his cock she used her other hand to lift her skirt, slide her panties to the side, and slip her fingers easily into her wet pussy. She frantically finger-fucked her pussy, pulling her hand out every few seconds to massage her swollen little clit.
The sounds of her moans mixed with the slurps of her mouth on his cock and her fingers ferociously fucking her tight little pussy was a cacophony of sounds better than any musical composition he would ever conduct.
“I’m going to cum in your mouth and you are going to happily swallow it. You fucking owe it to me. Make me cum. Now.”
She couldn’t wait. “Yes, Dr. Kelly. Please cum in my mouth. Please. I want to taste you.”
His knees felt weak as he leaned his head back against the wall and closed his eyes.
“Fuck, Kristine. You’re a naughty little girl.”
As her fingers moved faster in her pussy, her mouth moved faster on his cock until they were both on the verge of surrendering to the contractions and release of orgasmic pleasure. Her pussy tightened on her fingers as she started cumming. Her deep moans vibrated on his cock bringing him to his breaking point. He grabbed her head, thrust his hips forward, and shot his load deep down her throat.
She felt the veins of his dick ripple against her tongue as she willingly received the love juice of this distinguished man she has been faithfully learning from, performing for, and assisting for the last two years of college. Receiving Dr. Kelly’s cum was the greatest opportunity he could have offered her.
With his balls empty and his dick slowly softening and retreating, she released him from her mouth, wiped her mouth with the back of her hand, and smiled shyly at him.
He helped her to her feet, wrapped his arm around her waist, pulled her close to him and kissed her deeply. He tasted himself on her. Looking down at her he said, “Don’t ever fuck up again.”
“I won’t. I promise.”
He zipped up his pants, fixed his tuxedo, and went to open the door. He turned to look at her.
“Performance starts in seven minutes. Let’s go. Also, tonight, after the concert, you will come to my house. I am going to fuck the shit out of you.”
She felt her face and chest flush. Her legs felt like jell-o as she struggled to walk to the auditorium.
For the next two hours she stood on stage with the choir, singing in response to his passionate cues, as juice from her eager pussy slowly trickled down her legs, anticipating his hard cock that would soon be fucking her.
