The professor and the student (closed)

[julia_in_nj2007]

1964. University of Chicago.
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Dr. Jennifer Berke was, by all accounts, a success story. She had accomplished so much, all by the age of 40. Ivy League degrees. Awards. Published papers. All in an age when a woman's role in academia was still very difficult, if not frowned upon. But at the University of Chicago, merit rose to the top. This was befitting for an institution with a faculty renowned for its role in shaping libertarian/free-market thought. Her paper entitled "the success of capitalism in rural Latin America" was one proudly displayed throughout the university.

But not all faculty thought that way. And, certainly, not every student. Young minds tended to ask questions, which meant they did not accept orthodoxy. And that was fine. But many young students also thought they knew it all. That they had all of the answers. And that they should never be questioned.

Bernard Sumner was one of those students. About six feet tall with close-cropped black hair, Sumner was one of the student body's most outspoken socialists. He had Dr. Berke for an "Economics and Political Science" class and participated a lot. She typically appreciated such actions, but he was not respectful of other students' beliefs. Nor her. He was a know-it-all who spoke in the cadence of his native Brooklyn. Tall, about six feet. With jet black hair that was almost curly. She didn't know his reputation socially on campus, but she found him attractive.

One day, he was in particularly aggressive in class when sarcastically denouncing the ills of capitalism. She was home, working on the abstract of her new paper. But she could not escape the thought of Bernard. His smirk. His overconfident stride.

And she was overcome with something. A feeling she only had a few times before, and now one she was not able to shake. She was almost hypnotized as she started typing.

Class was at 9:30 AM. The lecture lasted about an hour. She arrived early. Bernard, as usual, showed up promptly.

"Mr. Sumner. May I have a few words with you today after class?"

She said this as if it was going to be a normal interaction.

 

[Homerun2611]

This was the greatest year of Bernard "Bernie" Sumners life...so far. He had transferred to the University of Chicago last year from Brooklyn College, and what a revelation. He felt like a tree that had been stuck in the city, and finally brought out to the fresh air, and now, he was a damned Oak, strong and formidable. He had spent every free second of his second semester and this past summer stumping and attending rallies in support of the Civil Rights Act, whose highly controversial landmark civil rights legislation had just passed. And now, although he thought they could do better, he was actively working on the campaign of Lyndon Johnson. How he wanted Bobby Kennedy to take his brother's place. That would need to wait until 1968 or '72. He loved JFK, and part of something special died with his asassination last November, but at least LBJ had pushed for the civil rights act, and if we could just reconsider our actions in Viet Nam, he might not be half bad.

The night before Dr. Berke's class, he had been to the Bob Dylan concert, and he had walked into class that day ready to fight for the rights of those who couldn't fight for themselves. But My God, it was so hard to sit through this class, she stood and believed in virtually nothing that he did. It is very easy to argue for free market economics when you walk into the market with all the best cards. What about those that didn't get a full deck, or didn't have cards at all.

He saw the poor people here in Hyde Park or go down to the Robert Taylor or Cabrini Green projects and tell those people that "the free market works". Bull shit, 90% of the young men in those projects would either be dead or in jail by the time they were 21. He knew he was disruptive, but it was time to interrupt, it was time for change, and damn it, he wanted to help lead that change.

One thing was particularly annoying...she was distractingly attractive. Why were all these right wing women, with their perfect hair, makeup and clothes, so damn sexy, but they were. As fired up as he had been on Monday for class, he was tired today. Yet somehow he knew he could count on Professor Berke to blather on about freshwater economics and fire him up about the responsibilities of society and of the government for everyone.

He walked in hoping to shuffle to his seat unnoticed, "Mr. Sumner. May I have a few words with you today after class?" SHIT, he muttered underneath his breath, what he really needed was to mainline coffee. He sat down and class was interesting, Martin Luther King had been nominated for the Nobel Peace Prize, now Dr. King understood society's obligation. He wondered if a negro (please remember this is 1964, just being period authentic) could ever be elected President of the United States, if so Dr. King had Bernie's full support and vote. The class discussion was interesting and it actually pleased him how highly Dr. King was thought of by everyone.

He was in a considerably better mood after class than he had been in before, "Yes, Dr. Berke, you wanted to speak with me?"

 

[julia_in_nj2007]

Dr. Berke hesitated when he walked in. He typically had an energetic confidence. But today he was subtly more subdued. He stood. He was taller in person than one would think from a distance. She told him to close the door and to take a seat.

She looked at him. And took a nervous breath. She knew right then that her world would change. As well as his. To what degree? That she did not know yet. But that was part of her excitement.

“As you know, Bernard, I published a paper last year in a journal about the benefits of capitalism in Latin America. I have started working on a new abstract for a similar paper and wanted to run it by you first.”

She slid it across the desk.

“How socialism has benefitted Latin America, and what the United States can learn from a more just economic system”

And then the byline said:

By Bernard Sumners and Dr. Julia Berke.

She waited a beat.

“I did not send this for publication first. But I wanted to ask your permission if I may do so with you as the lead writer. After all, you have convinced me. You are right about all you have argued.”

The professor nervously gulped.

“Bernard Sumner... you have convinced me to denounce capitalism and all I previously believed. I am now a socialist because of you.”

 

[Homerun2611]

Bernie did not know exactly what to expect as he entered Dr. Berke's office. Was he in trouble? He had been passionate on Monday, but he was always passionate, but he had also probably been disrespectful to his teacher. That really wan't his intent. She was a woman worthy of his time. He had watched her closely in class today, as he was not quite as active in the lecture as usual. She dressed for the times and her short skirt and blouse were tasteful, but they showed her long toned legs, and she was current with the newer fashion of not wearing any hose. He had watched her cross her legs, and the tightness of her blouse against her nearly perfect C cup breasts.

Bernie did not know why exactly he was so attracted to slightly older women. He liked their experience and more mature views. He frankly was disappointed by the lack of depth of the women his own age, and therefore rarely dated. It was the sixties and he had enjoyed a few one night stands after a few too many maryjanes and beers, but nothing of any consequence or significance. Dr. Berke, was probably 16-20 years older than him, but she was beautiful, and smart, even if they didn't agree. That sparring was actually a turn on for him, he wanted to convert her to the "right" side. Her long strawberry blonde hair, cute button nose, and freckled ginger complexion, he all found intoxicating. Before he realized it, he had zoned out and missed the last point of the lecture, and he needed to refocus, he was here to learn and debate, not fantasize about his attractive professor.

He stood in front of her desk, and she could have knocked him down with a feather, as he read what she slid across the desk.

“How socialism has benefitted Latin America, and what the United States can learn from a more just economic system”

And then the byline said:

By Bernard Sumners and Dr. Julia Berke.

“I did not send this for publication first. But I wanted to ask your permission if I may do so with you as the lead writer. After all, you have convinced me. You are right about all you have argued.”

“Bernard Sumner... you have convinced me to denounce capitalism and all I previously believed. I am now a socialist because of you.”

As he stood there, he didn't think anything had ever aroused him like this in his life, he was instantly rock hard, and tried to bend in a way to not be so obvious.

"Jesus, Dr. Berke, are you sure...I mean Che Guevara, is a brilliant man...and while I am not a fan of some of the guerilla tactics...his view of the common man...is inspiring....a piece of work with a mind like your...ours...could make a difference...."

Adrenaline was coursing through his veins, if he could convert her, what couldn't he do...my god he was on fire...stimulated...and really fucking horny...

He looked into her eyes, "I want to work with you...change the world with you....My God, Dr. Berke, this is wonderful...."

 

[julia_in_nj2007]

She felt her body transformed by the transformation of her mind. She could see his boyish enthusiasm. It quite hadn’t sunk into him what this meant. An undergraduate publishing a paper with a professor was a feather in his cap academically. It was a great resume builder.

But for her? She had tenure, so it was not career suicide. But to admit this, and to pen a paper denouncing her old views at a campus such as this would have ramifications for the rest of her life.

She needed the sacrifice to matter. Personally.

“I will set the terms of the paper and our relationship moving forward. I trust that, until the semester ends, this remains between us.”

She took a deep breath.

“I will follow your direction with the paper. I have accumulated the research needed, but the shape and voice of the paper will be fully yours.”

She gulped.

“And I will also take direction from you for how and what I will teach once this semester ends. Because I don’t want to work with you.”

A dramatic pause.

“Bernard Sumners... I want to work... for... you.”

 

[Homerun2611]

This was very heady stuff, and this moment was not at all lost on him, to have a tenured, and broadly respected professor of Dr. Berke's ilk agree to let him be lead author on a joint academic paper was the greatest compliment he had ever received.

“I will follow your direction with the paper. I have accumulated the research needed, but the shape and voice of the paper will be fully yours.”

She gulped.

“And I will also take direction from you for how and what I will teach once this semester ends. Because I don’t want to work with you.”

A dramatic pause.

“Bernard Sumners... I want to work... for... you.”

Christ he was hard, so hard, he almost came from her words, there was no organ he took more pride in, than he did his brain. She had him flying...so he didn't hold back...

"Dr. Berke, or can I call you Jennifer? I am more than flattered, and you won't be sorry. I have high aspirations, first as Mayor of my hometown to fix where I grew up, but that is only the start. I plan to run for the Senate or Governorship as soon as possible...and let that be the stepping stone to being President of the United States...there are so many things that I plan to accomplish...and I want you to be my right hand...my muse...inspire me...work with me...work for me...I want you....you will be my muse...my inspiration...I feel it happening already!"

 

[julia_in_nj2007]

She nodded.

“I insist. Please, call me Jennifer.” A shiver went up her bldy. “A man with aspirations such as yourself... you are no doubt going to have a title of importance. I know that when I became Dr. Berke, it took some getting used to. A name means a lot.”

She paused.

“May I please call you Mr. Sumners? And, in addition, in order to start your rise... I will gladly offer more than just this paper. If you wish, I will let you pick out the reading list and rewrite my syllabus for my Intro to Econ classes next semester.”

The ability to teach the world... offered to him.

“And, also, I have one more request if that is an acceptable start.”

 

[Homerun2611]

Bernie had big plans first mayor, then senator and ultimately Mr. President. He saw the issues of the common man, and with the right doctrine he felt obligated to fill the crisis of leadership pervading the country. How astute of his professor to realize that as well. He also looked down and could see she was breathing heavily in excitement, her nipples even appeared a bit erect. Why shouldn't they, God knows he was erect, and getting even harder by the minute.

"Of course Jennifer, Mr. Sumners, is actually preferred". Bernie had always considered himself well above his fellow students, and he appreciated how Jennifer had recognized that. "Why don't you plan to draft your reading list and syllabus for my review and approval, but I am sure you will show good judgment against our common vision".

Jesus he was full of himself, he had dreamt of moments like this, but they were in the future and this was happening now. “And, also, I have one more request if that is an acceptable start.”

He looked at her, he was so turned on, he had a request or two he would like to enjoy as well, but he kept his cool, "Of course Jennifer, I want to hear any request you may have...you will learn I am dedicated to my people, to all people...and you are special to me...what would you like". He stood tall, and no longer made any effort to hide the arousal in his pants...he felt infallible

 

[julia_in_nj2007]

Jennifer waited a beat.

“Mr. Sumners, Sir. I would prefer if you sat down for what I wish to say next.” He fell back in his chair as she stood up from hers. He turned as she walked around the desk. She ten dramatically stood before him.

And then she got on her knees. She waited a second. She wanted him to drink in the moment. Arguably the world’s strongest feminine voice for the free market - a faculty member at the school that created monetary policy and libertarianism and small government - was now on her knees before the school’s loudest and most ambitious socialist student.

It was a capitulation of the highest order.

She then cupped her hands as if she was in prayer.

“The world should and will be shaped and bent in your vision, Mr. Sumners, Sir. It would be an honor to help further your ambitions in any way you see fit. The rest of my career and my life will be spent to ensure your triumph. Anything I can do - to educating students about how the world should be run to even as something as lowly as fetching your coffee so you have more time to yourself — to contribute to your rise will be an honor.

Another pause.

“Mr. Sumners, Sir. I beg you. Please let me serve you as you see fit.”

 

[Homerun2611]

Bernie almost stumbled sitting down, his eyes were so intently on hers. His ass barely caught the edge of the old wooden chair, but he made no attempt to sit up straight. He rested both of his forearms on the arms of the chair, and then bent his elbows to bring his index fingers to a reverse V, and rest them against his lower lip. His heart was almost beating out of his chest, but he looked completely relaxed.

He swallowed as she went to her knees and spread his legs such that each of his lower legs were perpendicular to the floor, and each heel was outside the chair legs. His eyes burned through her in expectation of what might be next.

“The world should and will be shaped and bent in your vision, Mr. Sumners, Sir. It would be an honor to help further your ambitions in any way you see fit. The rest of my career and my life will be spent to ensure your triumph. Anything I can do - to educating students about how the world should be run to even as something as lowly as fetching your coffee so you have more time to yourself — to contribute to your rise will be an honor...Mr. Sumners, Sir. I beg you. Please let me serve you as you see fit.”

He brought one hand down to rest on the arm of the chair, with his other hand he slowly traced around his lips with his index finger. He was six foot exact, and weighed only 165 pounds. Lean, yet muscular, he looked like a long distance runner. He had a normal cock, perhaps a bit more, at 7 inches, and not quite two inches in diameter when hard. Reflexively he rotated his hips a bit, he was every bit of all that right now, he did not think he had ever been this hard.

He brought his other hand down and rested it on the other arm of the chair, and he licked his lips. This was the precipice, how willing to serve was she, he had needs, and she had just pledged complete and total service, dedicating her life, as he saw fit....

"Hmm, Jennifer, right now, I think it is my body, that is most needing your attention". With that, he opened his legs even farther, extending a clear invitation to his beautiful, smart, submissive, professor...

 

[julia_in_nj2007]

Jennifer knew it would come down to this. When she started to write that abstract, she wanted to see how far she would go. Renouncing her beliefs and lowering herself before a student tonthis degree was one thing. But to do this? This was another.

If there was and shred of doubt in his mind — and there had to have been — it was about to be made clear. She meant what she said. She would serve as he deemed.

“No.” She said. “I want to say one more thing first.”

She took a deep breath.

“Please, Mr. Sumners, Sir. I beg you for the honor of sucking your cock.”

He nodded and helpfully stood. She undid the brown belt of his pants and slid them down to his knees. And then came the same with his shorts. He sat back in his throne.

She closed her eyes and placed her lips on his head. Her tongue slid around that as she grabbed him with her right hand. Her tongue continued to slide up and down the head, before moving to each side and the underside. Again, she flicked his head with her tongue. She then tightened her lips and slid his erection into her mouth. Sliding it in, deeper, moaning, kicking her feet on the floor of her office. She had been on the side of her desk so many times before, in control of a student’s future and academic record.

And now, here she was, surrendering. She then took him all the way in her mouth.

 

[Homerun2611]

“Please, Mr. Summers, Sir, I beg you for the honor of sucking your cock.” BEG YOU FOR THE HONOR, as Berke stood up he was thinking, that’s fucking right, it is an honor, this cock is headed for greatness. Some day it will sire the son(s) or daughter(s) of the President, and you will be able to know that you too, got the chance to enjoy this magnificent prick.

Her total commitment to him, could not have been more clear to him. He stood boldly, strongly, as her hands went to his belt, undid, unbuttoned, and unzipped, his caged lion. Her hands went to his waistband, and pulled down his paints, his python uncoiled, and ready to be seduced by her charms. He saw the delight in her eyes as his cock showed it’s eagerness to meet her. Jutting out so hard, so bold, she brought her delicate hand up to grip the manhood of a true leader of people.

He watched, then felt as her soft lips, caressed and tenderly enjoyed his velvety, mushroom head. She brought him into the warmth of her wet mouth, and sealed him tight, protectively. She had asked, begged to have it, and she was going to enjoy his magnificent cock. He felt his cock twitch, and succumb to her talents. She would be the chief cocksucker of his staff. Tongue twirled and played, and he felt her saliva lubricate him, as his taste was mouth wateringly good. “Mmmmm, Yessss” he moaned, acknowledging the p,ensure she was providing him. “Good girl...yes, I want you as mine, and only mine” he took ownership of his possession.

He owned her, he would be loving and careful, but her body was his, his vessel to enjoy. He looked forward to having her naked in this office, bending her over a desk, or taking her on top of it. Pounding her with his magnificence, filling her with his seed of greatness. As she took him deep, trying to swallow that magic, powerful snake, he was in heaven, “Oh Fuck yes Jenny, suck my cock, suck my magnificent cock!”

 

[julia_in_nj2007]

She continued to pleasure him. Hearing his gasps. His moans. The desk rocking a bit as she continued to kick the floor, her knees embedded into the classroom building wood. She was his. She let him know that. And now he knew it too.

She thought about what she wanted from this. Physically pleasuring? Certainly. But she moaned thinking in her mind about how he would review and approve her syllabus and reading list. She thought about the reaction from her peers when they saw her publication - not just a turn from her previous well-established views, but taking a secondary role to an undergrad. Would Bernie bark an order at her in front of them?

She was ecstatic of the thought of how she would be used. And not just over the desk. Not just on her knees. But. The most vital organ - her mind. Her thoughts and moral code were now his. For a woman who fought so hard to obtain a lofty position, to hand the power of being a professor to someone like this made her moan even louder.

But now she was attending to his cock. Her moist lips wrappped tight around it. A faster pace, almost losing control of herself, as spittle went down her chin and she waited for his inevitable climax.

 

[Homerun2611]

What an asset she would be. Although they hadn’t agreed, she had been a worthy adversary, and now his brilliance had converted her. She needed direction, this was certain, but with her beside him, inspiring him, fucking him, he felt invincible. “Mmmmmm”, he moaned as she took him deeper in her mouth, licking, sucking, showing her need fir him. FUCK, this was amazing, and he couldn’t help but theust his hips, fucking her throat, in response to her rythmic movement.

He half groaned, half moaned. “Jennifer, I would like to meet you tomorrow night at your place to work on the paper. We might be working late, so I would like to stay there when we finish. Please have dinner prepared for us to enjoy as well.” He stopped talking and moaned, she was attacking his cock, so good, god damn, so fucking good. He was close, and he knew what would put him over. “Jennifer, tomorrow, please meet me for lunch, I would like you to bring me to the faculty lunchroom, I would like to meet some of your colleagues...and Jennifer, wear a nice shorter skirt...no hose...and no panties”.

Fuck, that did it, he felt his cock twitch hard, his balls cinch up, and he fired rope after rope after rope of cum into her waiting mouth...

 

[julia_in_nj2007]

Jennifer moaned. Especially as he lectured in that gruff Brooklyn accent. He owned her and he knew it. He owner her body and, most deliciously, her mind. And he was enjoying it. He was already wondering what he would do. How he would use her. And how his aims and ego would be furthered.

She continued to rock her head back and forth. The only noise being her moans and feet kicking the floor and his grunts and voice. She felt him getting more and more aggressive with her mouth. She heard him talk about her time. Where she would be and when. How her colleagues would question his presence in the faculty lunch room.

The she felt his eruption. She felt the spry young man finish in his joy. She knew what to do. She did not like what she was told to do. But that was part of the task. She gulped and swallowed.

She looked up at him from her knees. And she also cupped her hands again in genuflection.

“Thank you Mr. Sumners, Sir, for letting me suck you off. It is truly an honor to serve you. You are a man who has bent me to your will, just as you will this university and one day the world. It was the honor of my lifetime.”

 

[Homerun2611]

The sense of power he felt at her actions, her words, was overwhelming, his cock had twitched and he had fired, and fired....and fired. Filling her mouth, painting the inside, shooting his cum deep down her throat.

But she was a good girl, she took it, never grimaced, and swallowed every drop of his precious seed. This was good, she made him feel strong, invincible, what was more intoxicating than having a brilliant, beautiful women, willingly go to her knees, beg to suck you off, attack your prick like it is the world's last delicacy, take your entire load, swallow and then thank you for the privelige. His already massive ego soared, "Thank you Jennifer, you were excellent!"

She was still on her knees as he reached down and grabbed his pants and buckled them. "I have changed my mind, I want you to keep your panties on....it is my pussy and I want it protected....I would like you to come to my apartment tonight though...I have some things I need you to do for me...and please bring a bottle of scotch and a nice bottle of wine for ust to enjoy....also, please shop for groceries for the meal I would like you to make...some sort of pasta sounds good".

She looked up at him and nodded...he could see the smile on her face, "....also, please find something sexy to wear that we can enjoy after we have finished our work...I am planning to give a speech in the center of campus on Friday regarding the importance of the new Civil Rights Act...i would like you thoughts on that. You are a brilliant woman Jennifer, and now that you have seen the power in what I am trying to do....you will be very important to me".

He reached down and cupped her chin and cheek in his strong hand..."until tonight...7:00 PM....be on time". And he walked out of her office, she was still on her knees as he left...