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A Master's Ring by ElSol
Author's note: To exorcise this story from my brain I have to
finish it. Much of the spirit of the younger story is still
present but for the most part it is a complete rewrite. It will
be posted on ASSM in chapter batches (multiples of five), on
storiesonline.net it is posted chapter by chapter. So there are
no misuderstandings, these are the sexual topics that will be
covered in the text (MF FF Mf Ff Mult 1st teen coll cons inc bro
sis Mdom span lght oral anal solo pett)
Chapter 1
It was the most stressful part of the academic year; final
exams were approaching and semester projects were due. The timing
helped me accept all of it with some equanimity.
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The University required students to have a faculty advisor
after choosing a major. Having enjoyed his class, I asked
Professor Jeremy Ryan to be my mentor. He was one of the few
creative writing professors that did not act like being a writer
licensed one for freakhood. He also did not treat a student's
work as if it were beneath him. Creative writing classes
sometimes devolved into feel good sessions for bad writing but
his criticisms were constructive and fair.
To be honest, he taught a short fiction seminar that was my
first choice to satisfy the requirement but registering for it
required his permission. There was no problem getting into other
writing seminars, but I was not keen on wasting a semester
listening to people kiss each other's asses because their last
breakup was inspiring such 'great' work. No one dared hand-in
that type of crap in Professor Ryan's classes. I thought as my
advisor he would feel obligated to assign me a coveted permission
slip.
We had a five p.m. meeting to discuss an internship with a
literary agent friend of his. We discussed my interests in
previous meetings where I talked about being a literary agent
while working towards a doctorate. I did not have a writing
talent beyond niche markets like sci-fi, fantasy, or male
adventure but I knew when a piece of work or a writer showed
talent. Better yet, I was a fine editor especially of other
people's work.
The English faculty's offices were located in the basement of
the department building. The basement was modeled on catacombs
with every branch ending in two or three offices. Professor
Ryan's office was one of the better hidden with three turns to
get to. I wondered why he chose one so out of the way. A tenured
professor with that much published work should have better.
I walked to the door and knocked.
No one answered so I knocked again.
I tried to decide between going for a cup of coffee or settling
in to wait when I heard something from inside.
I knocked again but still no response.
I heard the noise from the other side of the door again and got
annoyed. I tried the doorknob turning it easily. I opened the
door slowly figuring someone was inside, but why take the chance
of being caught in a professor's office without his company.
His desk was opposite the entrance and faced the wall so he
usually sat with his back to the door. This time he was sitting
parallel to the desk. I figured it was because the woman kneeling
between his legs would not have been as comfortable under the
desk.
I stood frozen in envy.
Even in that position or maybe because of her position; on her
knees, red hair washing into his lap, her back slightly curved,
her hands gripping his thighs; it was obvious she had a fantastic
body. She wore a powder-blue skirt, slightly longer than a
cheerleader's. It was short enough for me to see the thickness
and definition of her thighs. Her burnished red hair hid her face
as she carried out her task. Her thick sweatshirt valiantly tried
to hide the rest of her attributes but only tantalized.
She stopped caressing his thigh with her right hand and pushed
her hair behind her ear. A ring on her finger caught the light
and my attention. It was a very simple design; the band, too
thick for a woman's ring covered the entire space between
knuckles. The ring opened into a flat square face with a shiny
white stone set in it. I had seen rings like it before on men
with an onyx face stone.
Moving the hair revealed her identity.
Doris Alex.
Doris Alexandra Smith!
Doris Alex was a campus Goddess, and there were at least a
thousand men who would have vigorously defended her status as
such. Of every woman on campus, there was only one that would
have surprised me more to see in that position; the "Bryar"
patch, Melisa.
Doris Alex's presence set off my internal alarms.
After a few conversations with Doris Alex, I learned the only
way to not seem an idiot was to keep my mouth shut around her.
Professor Ryan did not teach anything that Doris should be
wasting her time on. That was not an opinion expressed by her,
but my own deeply held belief that Doris Alex could offer the
world better things than a poem or a book.
My thought process halted as her actions registered on a
physical level.
Doris Alex had Professor Ryan's dick sheathed between her lips.
The moment of stillness ended and my heart beat painfully hard.
The exquisite care she took in performing the act dropped my
guard. Her hands moved gently caressing his thighs, exposed
abdomen, his sack and the base of his penis. She tried to keep
his skin guessing where the pleasure would come from next. Her
fingertips settled on different spots only long enough to set off
nerves and moved to stimulate elsewhere.
All her motions orbited the action of her lips moving up and
down his penis. Occasionally when her hands touched his dick, she
removed him completely from her mouth, and stroked some nearby
part of him with her tongue.
She focused absolutely on her task.
She caressed his thigh with her right hand while her left hand
gripped his base. She gently took him from her lips and worked
her hand up his dick in a practiced masturbation stroke any
teenage boy would envy. She put the tip of her tongue on his ball
sack, and licked upwards following her hand. She stroked her hand
off his dick and let it fall to his stomach. She ran her tongue
upwards in light caresses forcing him to push on the back of the
chair until he was almost parallel to the floor. While her left
hand was playing on his abdomen with carefully placed touch after
touch, her right hand stood his dick up so that she could run her
tongue on the underside of his crown where I was most sensitive;
first clockwise then counter-clockwise.
She took him back into her mouth; I wondered how warm being
surrounded by her felt.
The next time the tongue-sequence began; she licked his ball
sack but continued to wash his testicles while using her hands in
more random touches. She sucked him back into her mouth.
She stroked him with her mouth faster and faster, building to
the obvious crescendo of male orgasm. Her hair fell to cover her
face again. Professor Ryan brushed it behind her ear with his
left hand.
He was wearing the ring that ended my existence and began my
life.
It was a male version of the ring Doris Alex wore, although his
had the expected onyx stone setting. I was too far away to see
any detail but there was an intricately designed crest on the
stone.
I watched him caress Doris Alex's face with a thumb. She tilted
her head back to look at him. She managed a smile by gently
gripping the head of his dick with her perfect white teeth.
She laid her ring hand flat on his thigh. She might have done
the same with her left hand but I could not see. She speared his
penis into her mouth; again and again. After every five strokes,
she stopped at the bottom and made a swallowing motion that
bobbed her head. She used the wave motion to take a little more
of him into her each time. She was trying to deep-throat him. She
could have done it from the very beginning but her way looked far
more pleasurable.
I do not know how long I stood there but in that time, one
thing was obvious; his pleasure was paramount in all of Doris
Alex's actions.
Five more strokes, she stopped, waved from her throat, taking
in a little more.
Five more strokes again, up and down. She released him from her
mouth, reached down to lick him from ball sack to the tip of his
dick. Her tongue struck out of her mouth in a sudden motion
trying to insert itself into the small hole at the tip of his
dick.
One tongue thrust.
Two.
After the third, she licked him from ball sack to the tip of
his dick again. She impaled her mouth on him.
She returned to her earlier rhythm, but there were only three
strokes before she did the wave motion driving him deeper.
Finally, as I thought my head would explode, she touched bottom.
She rested there; I do not know how she could breathe.
Resting with him seated completely in her mouth, her pleasure
bloomed. Her entire body tightened. The muscles in her thighs
contracted, her back arched, I could see through the skirt that
her ass clenched, and her hands gripped his thighs tightly and
then released.
It was something I never witnessed before.
She moaned as she rode her orgasm down its pleasant spiral.
She moved her head around while he was fully seated in her
throat. With a corkscrew motion, she unwound her mouth from him,
only to take him fully into her again. Again and again,
unscrewing him from her in a clockwise motion, driving her face
onto him, unscrewing her mouth, and burying his dick in her. I
noticed that in the unscrewing motion, her cheek muscles were
twitching. She must have been working her tongue furiously on him
as she slowly pulled her face away, and absorbed him inside
again.
Professor Ryan's hand gently fondled her cheek, but she
remained uninterrupted in her purpose.
I looked up at him; he was staring at me with a smile even a
cat dipped in nip would be hard fought to reproduce. I stared
into blue eyes and he won something from me. The admission. I
wanted what he had. I wanted to be the one in the chair with
Doris Alex between my legs taking bliss from being my pleasure. I
wanted to feel her tongue on me. I wanted to cum seated as deep
inside her as she could take.
I looked down at her, and back at him. His smile changed to one
that a brother might give his little sib saying, "Someday, kid,
someday."
I nodded and closed the door.
I rested my forehead against it. Every now and then, I could
hear them but my body relaxed. It did not want to, but the last
smile from Professor Ryan helped.
I turned my back to the door, and walked out of the catacombs.
I did not know why, but I was sure he said what he wanted to. The
conversation was not over but he firmly established that he came
to the table with fortune I could only imagine.
Outside, it was brighter.
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