I felt strange while I had his cock in my mouth. A few times I sucked hard, and it made him gasp and stroke my head, run his hands over my head like I was some kind of a pet. Nestled between his legs, I felt strangely encircled and protected, especially when his thighs pressed against my arms. I rested my head on his belly as I sucked the cum out of his cock and swallowed it. I could feel it sliding hot down my throat, or maybe it was just my imagination. I swallowed it all and held his cockhead between my lips for a while after, until he pulled me back and made me stop, gasping and shivering from the wet touch of my lips. I’d skipped the lip gloss this time and I left him clean except for a slick wetness of spit. He said nothing but caressed the curve of my jaw with his thumb as I stood up and bent to tuck him back in his pants.
Just being in the same room with him made my sex throb. I couldn’t believe I was so wanton, that I was just letting him use me this way.
The next day I went back, and the next. On the fourth day he sat on the leather chaise and read from an old book while I curled between his legs and rested my head on his hip and slowly sucked him off. I could tell he liked it better that way because he put the book down when he was close and put his hand on my head and whispered Melissa, Melissa, so low I could barely hear it, but it was there and it made my stomach tighten. I was so full of desire that it took every effort not to touch myself as he spilled his seed in my mouth again. I didn’t waste a drop. When I stood up he slipped his hand under me from behind and teased me, his touch softened by layers of cotton between his fingertip and my sex. It made me quake with excitement and clench my fists. Just having his cock in my mouth made me so wet.
“You’re going to be ready,” he said.
“Yes.”
He produced a card.
“On Tuesday it will be seven days. You will meet me here, then.”
There was an address on the card. I took it and slipped in my pocket.
“Tomorrow,” he said, ushering me out of his office.
I walked back to my dorm room in a daze.
I went back the next day, without thought.
This time was different. He spread out on his sofa, his legs spread wide, and encouraged me to lie beside him, to rest my head against him and tuck under his arm as I sucked him off, slowly. I feel silly admitting it but I was working on my technique, and I thought I was getting better. I kept my hands on his cock and on his leg, to keep from touching myself. As he stroked my back I felt such desire that I could barely stand it. I wanted to make him cum just for the sake of it, and he finished in record time and I had to gulp it down and coughed from the force as it shot into my mouth. When it was over I just held his member between my lips and lightly tasted it. Eventually I sat up, and resisted the urge to wipe my chin. I hadn’t spilled a drop, but it felt strange not to wipe my mouth on the back of my wrist.
“Tuesday. Don’t forget.”
All through Monday I felt like I was floating. He came in my mouth and reminded me again that evening. I drifted around the campus afterwards, feeling lightheaded, tasting his seed. When they day came I was too distracted to go to class. I dressed to the nines, like it was a date. I paced, a wandered the campus, I went to the park and watched squirrels. Finally I walked down to the address. He was waiting for me by his car, a long sleek luxury model that I’d never be able to afford. He opened the door for me like a perfect gentleman and off we went.
“I should blindfold you,” he said.
“Why?”
He smirked.
His house was huge. I was in awe, staring like a country bumpkin in the big city as I walked through the enormous foyer. McCray hovered over my shoulder, urging me towards the back of the house. I caught only glimpses of the upstairs. There was something odd about the house, eerie. I felt an energy. Like I was being watched. Through the house, we went to the back. To a door that led down into the basement. It was dark down there and still dark when he flicked on the lights. The cavernous space was lit by chandeliers, though there were little light bulbs, not flames. It was long and wide and dark, and was set up as some kind of temple. Mirrors lined the walls in gilt frames, like windows. My stomach fluttered and I wondered if they were windows. One-way mirrors. I looked at them and started to tremble.
McCray leaned over my shoulder and whispered in my ear.
“No one is going to hurt you.”
He led me to the middle of the room. There was a bed there, covered in black velvet.
“Take off your clothes,” he said, calmly.
My heart hammered in my chest as I took off my jacket and passed it into his hands, then my sweater. I stepped out of my pants and he took those, and I was down to my socks and my underwear. I hesitated for a moment, then bent and slipped my panties down and stepped out of them, and then undid my bra. He took it all and came back with a cloth. He guided my loose hair back over my s shoulders and began scrubbing the makeup from my skin, starting with my lips.