Dean Benedict was a hardworking woman. She didn’t become the dean of a top-level national Ivy League institution by being nice. She stood 5’6” tall yet her demeanor was intimidating. She had beautiful locs that ran to the middle of her back. It was normally flowing yet she placed it into a bun as Davis walked in, kept back in a slick bun adorned with a white lace scrunchie. She wore glasses and gold earrings that accentuated her deep mahogany skin tone.
“I have been. How do you like it here?” She muttered as she stroked his face with her palm.
“Just got here, ma’am,” Davis said weirded out by her forwardness.
“'Ma’am',” She mocked as she looked him in the eyes, “We’ll work on that.”
She pulled at his drawstring gesturing him to the chair in the corner of the office. She sat down as he stood over her.
“On your knees,” She gestured at him with her lace stocking-covered feet.
“Uuhm..” Davis muttered.
“Go on, don’t be shy.” She gestured at him persuadingly.
His heart rate was pounding. Many thoughts ran through his mind. He’d seen porn videos and read stories on the internet but he couldn’t tell where she was going with it. He obliged with her request.
“Mmmmmf!” Davis suddenly found his mouth full as he struggled to make out any words. Dean Benedict had shoved her stocking-covered foot into Davis’ mouth absent warning.
“Don’t you dare take it out!” She ordered.
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