A Master's Ring

[Veroe]

((Closed for Myself and Erotic Literacy))​

IC: Elizabeth Sommerset

Elizabeth stood before him as the Master with salt and pepper hair regarded her, his fingers steepled. She was buzzing, getting moist just being around him. The longer she stood there doing nothing but waiting. The more she needed to do something to please him, but alas that was not to be...yet.

He looked at a texted reply he'd sent to his new "Candidate" saying he was on his way to discuss his latest paper...or so the young man thought. The real reason Professor Bryant wanted to speak to him so late in the day-well outside the office hours of any other professor on this floor.

He reached up and wiped a tear from her cheek. She leaned into his palm affectionately placing a kiss on the meat of his palm.

"Are you crying for me, young lady," He said with a warm reassuring smile that reminded her of something she'd expect from her father.

She reached up adjusting her glasses to hide her trying to get her emotions in check. "I'll miss you Professor Bryant."

"I won't be dead," He chuckled flashing the black Onyx ring marked 37 on his finger, "I just might as well be to you won't I?"

She looked away blushing as he said the truth. She couldn't help it. She would still love spending time with the professor, but without his ring on...she wouldn't...she couldn't...well...she would never be able to enjoy the professor's company in the same way as she could now.

"Well, the decision's made, little one," He pushed back rolling his chair out into the middle of his office, "This I do of my own will...in keeping with the highest traditions of the society...and so on...and now he's on his way so..." He pointed before to the floor before him and spread his legs to give her room. "You give him a good impression, now. I expect you to show him your very best."

Smiling she nodded enthusiastically, the very thought of what she was about to do making her panties wet. She lowered to her knees between his spread legs. She reached out and began to lower the zipper of his crotch. She took her time unbuttoning and pulling his cock out already stiffening. She was not the only one looking for this.

One last hurrah with the professor.

There came a knock from the door. Neither of them answered. She placed her hands on either of his thighs and leaned forward her blond hair sweeping over and veiling her face from the side.

Another knock came as her lips parted and Elizabeth took the Professor's cock into her mouth, her tongue playing over the tip.

The Professor made a loud sighing sound as he entered that heavenly state that was receiving felatio from a sibling of Elizabeth's oral skill. She pulled up making a popping sound and again encouraging the professors cock to grow harder and more erect for what he had planned tonight. As she took him deeper into her mouth, tongue rolling underneath making the sigh return louder again.

The doorknob turned and the door pushed open a crack. The professor's new prospective candidate was taking a peek.

It was then Elizabeth lifted her hand tucking her hair behind her ear and allowing him to recognize her. She sat across from him in the Professor's English Lit class. She replaced her hand on the professor's thigh giving him a good view of the white ring a twin to the professor's black, but with a golden infinity symbol rather than Professor Bryant's Master's number. She smiled up at him his cock head held gently between her teeth.

To give him a view of the master's ring the Professor's hand lowered and pushed her glasses back up her nose. Then he leaned back and moaned, eyes drifting shut, from the pleasure as Elizabeth set to it in earnest with her classmate being a voyeur.

Her head began to move and time slowed down, seemed to cease entirely and the only sound was the beating of her own heart the pulse and throb she felt through her increasingly aroused sex and of course the little sounds a man made while receiving an supremely pleasurable blowjob.

All of her motions orbited around her actions of her lips moving up and down his cock. Then she'd pull away to stroke a nearby part of him with her tongue.

She was focused absolutely on this task now. A nuclear explosion could go off outside and she'd be oblivious to it. There was nothing else in her universe than the pleasure she was giving the Professor.

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 it was most sensitive; first clockwise then counter-clockwise.

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 Bryant brushed it behind her ear again with his left hand giving another good look at his ring.

Then the professor looked over to their voyeur giving a pleasure-wrapped smile and won something from him. Envy. What red-blooded man would not wish to be in the Professor's chair right now? Who would not want want Elizabeth Sommerset between their legs taking bliss from being his pleasure this way?

She was getting close to climax now herself, but she was uncognizant of that fact. It was in the backseat, hardly important to Elizabeth beyond inducing more pleasure-soaked sounds from the Master.

She returned to her earlier rhythm, but there were only three strokes before she did a wave motion with her throat driving him deeper little by tantalizing little. Finally she touched bottom. She could've taken him all the way to the base with no problem in a heartbeat. She'd mastered the technique so completely she had little chance of gagging on him, but doing it with the wave technique a little bit of his shaft at a time closed and opened and closed the muscles of her throat around him inch by inch and making the whole extended process of deep-throating the professor imminently more pleasurable for him.

She rested there with him all the way down her throat. She felt the need to breath, to gag, but again all of that was unimportant to her outside the pleasure she was giving him. Resting with him seated completely in her mouth, her pleasure bloomed. Her entire body tightened. The muscles in her thighs contracted, her back arched, her ass clenched, and her hands gripped his thighs tightly and then released.

She had orgasmed from no stimulation what-so-ever, save for that which she gave him, and she wasn't done.

She moaned out around him sending pleasurable vibrations through him making him moan out as well. Elizabeth rode her orgasm down its pleasant spiral then 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. He might notice her cheek muscles were twitching as she worked her tongue furiously over him as she slowly pulled her face away, and absorbed him inside her mouth and throat again and again and again.

Then Professor Bryant lifted his hand pulling the black ring from his finger. He placed it in his open palm holding it out in offering to him saying, "Son, close the door. We have much to talk about."

Elizabeth continued her felating their professor's cock as the two men began to talk completely enraptured within all the pleasure she was giving her Master.

 

[thepoeticmaster2121]

“You really are a nerd aren’t you Dickie?”

He heard his room mates teasing voice and did everything he could not to roll his eyes in his direction. He opted to keep pushing his books into his messenger back albeit with a bit more force this time. His room mate was oblivious to it though or he simply didn’t care about Dick’s anger. Dick suspected the latter given their long history of mutual dislike bordering on hate with each other.

Dick anger finally got the better of him. He turned swinging his backpack in one smooth motion and squaring off against his roommate. He was on his own bed so the effect was somewhat muted but nevertheless Dick drew himself to his full tall height. His hazelnut eyes locked on his room mate as he folded his large arms.

“Why you spend your time smoking pot and fucking anything you can get your hands on some of us want to make something with our lives” Dick retorted still glaring at him “I’ve worked hard to be selected for this internship”

“Well I know one thing” His room mate said turning another page of his book “He’s to good for you. Professor Bryant is the coolest teacher in this university!”

“I know” Dick said his anger momentarily abated by his pride for having landed the internship. He was still unsure what pulled him out from the thousand of others applicants. He put his all into the paper he wrote for the man but Dick suspected there was more to it. After all he was only a junior whereas most of the previous interns where seniors.

“How a little shit like you got the interview I’ll never know” His roommate said drawing him out of his internal thoughts “I’d love to say I wish you luck but…. I don’t”

“Whatever man” Dick said shaking his head and moving to the door “You want to be like that I can’t stop you. All I can say is fuck you and good bye”

He slammed the door for good measure even though he doubted his room mate was going to truly care. One day he was going to smack the shit out of the man or at the very least find a new room mate who he got along with. He shrugged the leather straps of his beat up old messenger bag tighter against is muscular chest. He thought on the outfit he picked for the interview and hoped it looked as grown up as

he wanted it to. He thought he looked the part at least with his white button-down shirt tucked in, his nice tight jeans, and his full black hair combed back.

“Just like Clark Kent” He murmured to himself repeating it like a mantra with every step he took out of the dorm hall he was staying in.

A crisp Autumn breeze buffeted his messenger back as he made his way across the campus university. People paid him no mind to caught up in their own world and classes. He knew it was partly him to his natural affinity for keeping to himself and going invisible. He couldn’t say he loved that about himself and hoped that it wasn’t just schooling that the infamous “cool” Professor Bryant taught him.He had such a way with people particularly when it came to girls.

Girls Like Elizabeth Sommerset

Dear god! Just her name was enough to illicit a shiver from him and a stirring down in his nethers. She was the perfect women the kind whose beauty knew no bound. Sexy and tight with a divine little body that just begged to be touched and fondled in the most aggressive of ways. They had so many classes together and in all of them she was the epitome of beauty and class.

The kind of girl you took home to meet the parents.

The thought of maybe getting some schooling on how to start things up with her put an extra spring in Dicks step. He practically speed walked towards the building Professor Bryant office was set up in. The building itself was mostly underground earning it the nickname “dungeon” from most of the student body.

The dungeon was mostly empty in the evening. When Dick entered the building, his sneakers rang out and echoed through the corridors. He checked in with the security guard and confirmed his appointment before making his way down the staircase. He knew right where the Professors room was and wasted no time getting there.

“There you are” Dick said noticing the cracked door and making his way towards it. His large hand wrapped around the handle ready and intent on going in. He paused at the door remembering his interview questions and taking a deep breath in preparations.

Then he heard it.

By fate’s own hand his pause allowed him to hear the sound of a moan emanating from the office. The young man froze his body going rigid at such a perverse sound. He cocked his head to the side angling his ear more to the door as he tried to determine the origin of the sound. It couldn’t be?

Then he heard it again.

“What the shit” Dick murmured shaking his head. He took a step back ready to come back later or wait for it to end. However curiosity got the better of him and like the cat inching towards the cream he moved his head forward until he was peeking through the crack in the door.

What he saw changed his life forever.

There she was! His angels who he now knew to be secretly a naughty minx. Elizabeth Sommerset the most popular girl in school was on her hands and knee and deep on the professor’s cock! Dick watched her drawing his own minor experience with girls to the fore front of his mind so he could compare. IT became apparent in a matter of minutes that she was beyond compare.

That she was a true cock sucking expert.

“Oh Elizabeth” Dick murmured feeling his cock straining in his pants. As much as he wanted to pull it out and stroke it he opted not to. It was to easy and to Dick felt like a betrayal of what he was watching. How could he have something as simple as his hand when the view before him was of a true cock sucking Queen?

So intent on her Dick almost missed the professor looking over at him. It was the flash of the odd rings they wore that caused Dick to look up. He froze in place as the professor and he locked eyes. There was a knowing twinkle in the professors eyes and for the first time Dick realized that this was a set up.

That he was MEANT to see this.

Did it have something to do with the odd rings they were wearing? Dick found himself suddenly besieged with questions of which he had no answer for. The professor may have acknowledged him but did he want him to come in? Did he want him to knock again?

Dick was about to make a decision when the object of his infatuation suddenly let out a loud moan. Dick watched in disbelief as Elizabeth came, came without any stimulation whatsoever.

“No way” Dick whispered refusing to believe what he just saw. Was it even possible to cum just on the act of oral service?! He couldn’t believe it, yet still it happened directly in front of him.

And then Professor Bryant called him in.

“Here we go” Dick said reaching down to pat at his bulge. He supposed it didn’t matter yet still he tried to be respectable. Professor Bryant and that black ring he was wearing represented keys to a door he only just found out about. He needed to open that door though and was utterly committed to making that happen.

“When you picked me for your internship this wasn’t what I was expecting” Dick said moving in and regarding the pair “I suppose this” He said waving his hand at the two of them before pointing at the ring he was showcasing.

“Has something to do with THAT?”

 

[Veroe]

IC: Elizabeth Sommerset

Then Professor Bryant lifted his hand pulling the black ring from his finger. He placed it in his open palm holding it out in offering to him saying, "Son, close the door. We have much to talk about."

Elizabeth continued her felating their professor's cock as the two men began to talk completely enraptured within all the pleasure she was giving her Master.

“When you picked me for your internship this wasn’t what I was expecting,” She heard Dick say as he stepped inside the Professor's office.

She had reached something very much like a Zen state of mind. She was aware of Dick's presence but it was ancillary, not front and center to her at the moment. She continued corkscrewing her mouth up to the Professor's tip and then back down to its base, tongue working overtime to coax the pleasure he experienced from her oral efforts. She felt satisfaction from the giving of her master so much pleasure, but she could feel it in turn ratcheting her up higher and higher too until she was so close to orgasm as well.

She was his pleasure.

"Mmmm…." She heard Professor Bryant groan out in pleasure from her ministrations then to Dick's comment reply, "This is the internship."

“I suppose this” She heard Dick say, “Has something to do with THAT?”

"As astute as ever, Dick. Excuse me a moment. I should finish my business with, dear Elizabeth now." She felt his hand sift finger through her blond hair, curling into a fistful. Instinctively she readied herself as he took over pushing her willing head up and down his length as Elizabeth used every trick she knew with her tongue to escort him rapidly to the precipice of his climax.

After a few more minutes the Professor's hips hunched off the seat as he came up to the edge.

When Elizabeth felt his cum erupt down her throat explosives went off throughout her body. The powerful multiple orgasms tearing through her nervous system made her eyes roll back in her head. She fell to the floor bonelessly from the bliss of being her master's pleasure.

Professor Bryant meanwhile tucked himself back into his pants and looked over to Dick, "I belong to a certain organization...a secret society if you will, Dick?"

He held out the ring for him to inspect, "It's been purged over a dozen times only to be reborn once again, but we've traced its history back all the way to the bronze age. And its all about these rings. There's only one hundred of these made. They are meant only for the most exceptional people the world over."

He reached out and gave a handkerchief to Elizabeth who was just now beginning to stir. Slowly she sat up wiping her face and regarding Dick through veiled looks. What must he think of her? Her cheeks reddened in mortification.

"I've had this ring for twenty years now, but I've decided to step down, Dick," The professor continued, "I don't have any heirs so I've started looking for a successor for this ring in the old way. Scouring the internet for someone exceptional, someone worthy of this ring."

He reached down placing a hand on Elizabeth's shoulder and pulling her in close to him so she leaned comfortably against his thigh as finger stroked her cheek. The tender gesture soothing any embarrassment she was feeling away from her mind. "Of all the hundreds of people I've looked at Dick...you are the one I've chosen to inherit my kingdom."

He lifted the hand holding the black ring again for Dick, "What do you say, son? Will you accept this ring and all the perks and responsibilities that will come with it?"