It was like he had me under a magic spell.
My lips wrapped around his cock. I’d never held a man’s penis in my mouth before. I’d never seen one before. I was not a popular girl, by any means, and my appearance and bookish nature led to many nights curled up in my dorm room with a book or my laptop, working. I swirled my tongue around the head of his cock and it stiffened in my mouth. Instinct or whatever it may have been, I sucked. Hard. His cock went rigid, thicker and heavier than I thought. The skin was soft and velvety, wrapped around a hard core of hot iron. As I sucked his cock and ran my tongue around the ridge of the head, he spoke and stroked my hair out of my eyes.
“The Norse witches believed they could empower themselves by taking a man’s seed. I’m going to give you that power. Do you want that?”
I nodded, and he began to stroke my head again, one hand. I gasped and sucked his cock harder, driven to the edge.
“Take your hand away from your pussy.”
I pulled my hand out of my pants. I put one hand on his shaft and with the other I slid my fingers under his balls and guided them out of his underwear. I let his cock pop out of my mouth and licked his balls, feeling them go hard under my touch.
“I need your help,” he said. His voice was strangely even as I sucked his shaft harder and moaned softly around it. “I want to get close to my subject. I want to perform a ritual. Are you a virgin?”
I nodded, and rolled my tongue around his shaft. His only reaction was a tension in his belly and the hardening of his balls, and the way his fingers went from stroking my scalp to clenching in my hair, making an almost painful fist as he pushed his cock into my throat. I gagged and choked a little until he drew back, and his tight grip guided me as I sucked him off.
“You need to swallow it,” he said, stroking me lightly with his free hand as he gripped me hard with the other. “Not just hold it in your mouth, swallow every drop until you have it all.”
I bobbed my head harder, stroking him with my lips while I sucked. I tasted salt on my tongue and closed my eyes, knowing it would come soon. If you’d asked me that morning the idea would have disgusted me, but I felt so good with his manhood between my lips, ready to swallow his seed. A jerk of his tight body and a soft grunt was all he gave me when his seed burst in my mouth and I began gulping it down, too fast to taste until there was so much I couldn’t taste anything but salt and musk. I swallowed and swallowed, squeezing out the last drops with my lips and tongue. Finally I squeezed the base of his shaft and ran my fingers up his length, pushing the very last of his seed onto my tongue before I swallowed it. When I pulled back, his wet cock was sticky with my lip gloss. It hung in front of me, half hard and pulsing.
“This is what you’re going to do. Every day, you’re going to come here and received my seed, and until I tell you, you may not touch yourself. Do you understand?”
I nodded.
“That’s a good girl. Turn.”
He tucked himself back into his pants and wiped his hands, and massaged my scalp more until I twisted out of his grip. It felt so good I thought my heart would explode.
As I stood up, he took my arms and stood behind me. He put his lips to the back of my head and sniffed, breathing in the scent from my hair.
“Remember what I said. You are not to cum until we finish. Do you understand?”
“Why me?” I croaked.
His hands slid around and cupped my breasts through my sweater. “You’re special.”
I took my bag and I headed back to the dorm. My roommate, Caitlin, ignored me as she usually did. I put on my bathrobe and went to take a shower. I stood under the water, running my tongue around my mouth. I could still taste his seed. I Imagined it hot in my belly. The taste didn’t fade until I brushed my teeth.
That night I had strange dreams. I dreamed there was a brick wall, but it was wet and rotten and covered in vines and something was pushing on it from the other side, pushing through the wall. I woke up sopping wet and sweaty and I had to shower again before I went to class. I didn’t have McCray on that day. After my classes ended, I wandered up to his office, wondering if I’d dreamed the day before. I knocked on the door and he opened it and put his hand on my shoulder and guided me inside. Then he locked it, and sat down behind his desk, turning a little so I could get on my knees in front of him. It was all natural, the way I sank down between his leg and undid his clothes. This time I pushed his shirt up enough to see his hard, muscular stomach and the coarse hair that covered it. I stroked his cock to hardness and sucked him off while he graded papers. He looked down at me once in a while.