Collegiate Cream Slave
By
Rick
This is a fantasy, a continuation of my Cream Lover Stories. I want to thank all of you who have sent me emails, they have encouraged me to write this next set. As always, send any comments to rick_blaine69@hotmail.com.
Prologue
Frankie was my Lover/Master my Freshman year in college. One night, he caught sucking my own cock, with a dildo up my ass. Luckily for me, he was also gay, and had similar sexual interests as I. He was the Dominate to my Submissive. I had a part time job at a local bookstore, and since I had to close the store on some nights, I had a key. This worked to our favor, as the store had a sort of staff room on the second floor which was ideal for our trysts. But as luck would have it, Frankie was a senior, and when he graduated he left me high and dry, the same way that Jimmy did in high school.
That whole summer I was left to my own devises for self-pleasure, which Frankie had gotten me away from during the school year. Needless to say, I missed being Frankie's Sub. It was a long summer, and I couldn't wait to get back to school, and away from home. My hope was that I would find another Frankie, or at least some I could be close with for sexual pleasure.
I got more than I bargained for.
Collegiate Cream Slave Part 1
When I got back on campus, I checked into my same room from last year. Then I headed to the bookstore to secure my old job. Walking in, I was greeted by Lucille, the Assistant Manager. She had been there forever, or so they say. "Mrs. Robinson is expecting you, go on up to the office."
That sort of surprised me, but not as much as what happened next.
I went upstairs to the office and saw that the door was opened. I looked in and saw Mrs. Robinson at her desk looking at some papers. I knocked and she looked up, and said, "Well, young man, you are finally here. Come in, close the door and sit down."
She said this with her usual voice of authority. Her long, black hair was pulled back into a French Twist, I think they call it. It accentuated her high cheek bones, her Roman nose, and her Angelique Jollie lips. And especially her deep set, black eyes. When she stood up, she towered over me with her 5' 10" height, and her high heels. Her hips swiveled as she walked around the desk. She wore a dark gray business suit, over a black sweater. Her skirt was short, revealing long, shapely legs. Her jacket gave her shoulders an angular look, an imposing look, as tapered down to her slender waist.
She pulled up a chair for me, then she sat on the desk, crossing her legs. As I sat down, she said, "I am really glad to see you back at school, Mr. Robinson and I have been missing you. How was your summer?"
Looking up to her, I lied about my summer, and told her I had a great time at home with family and old friends. Then we chatted about nothing for several minutes. When I asked about working at the bookstore this year, she told me that they a some really great things planned, and I was included. But she wanted to explain them with Mr. Robinson present, and he was out of town at a book convention. She said that we will get together on Friday evening at 7 pm at their house. When I started to ask why, she quickly stated that their special plans had not been revealed to anyone at this time. And since I was to be a very important, in fact, essential part of their plans, they wanted me to be the first to hear them. And I must not say anything to anyone about the plans until after we meet on Friday.
I was so excited, that I didn't question any of what she was saying. Part of my excitement was how she looked at me with her deep black eyes, and how she spoke those words. I really had no choice. So, I quickly agreed. And when I left the store, I quickly waived to Lucille.
When I got back to my off-campus housing, and saw that no one was there, I went straight to my room, locked the door, stripped off my clothes, jumped on the bed and began to masturbate. At the last minute, I swung my knees up to my head, and was able to wrap my lips around my throbbing cock before I started to cum. And I got all my cream in my mouth, not missing a drop! Mmmmm, it tasted so good. As I slowly swallowed my own cream, I thought about what was to happen on Friday, but I hadn't a clue. Today was Monday, and Friday seemed so far away.