The Black Professor

By Emily Wendling

In the fall of 1960, Marie was a sophomore at California’s most coveted public university. She was studying to be a doctor, when she came across a family friend, Professor Cosby, but she just called him by his first name Peter. Peter is one of the most renowned black history professors at the University. He also chairs the committee for the first African American Studies program. Peter has known Marie since she was a little child. Growing up, she had always been attracted to the Professor, but because of the age difference and race, she never made any advances until now.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Emily Wendling
• Release date: May 16, 2022
• ISBN: 9781005466664

Emily Wendling

Just writing stories I like to read.

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This story is purely fictitious and is for entertainment purposes only. All characters appearing in these works are fictitious. Any resemblance to real persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental. All characters depicted are over the age of 18.

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The Black Professor

2nd edition

Emily Wendling

Copyright 2022

Table of Contents

Chapter One

Chapter Two

Chapter Three

Chapter Four

Chapter Five

Appendix

Chapter One

What is bothering you? You know you can always tell me. Marie asked.

She stared into the Professor's eyes. She wished there was something she could do to take away his worries.

What can you do? You are just a student. There are a lot of politics in this line of work. It is not just all teaching. One day you will understand. The professor replied.

He sat behind the desk at his office shuffling papers. Marie was just fascinated by the way Peter looked. Even though he was in his late 40’s, there was something really adorable about him. Marie felt this was an opportunity for her to get close to him. She always wanted to be his lover, but because of their race difference and age difference, there never seemed to be the right opportunity.

The professor did not know, but Marie had been observing him recently as he taught the class. She would sneak into class and just watch him. Marie's mind may have been playing tricks with her, but she was convinced he winked at her. Just thinking about Peter made her pussy wet.

Perhaps there's something I can do to make you feel better, Marie whispered.

Marie spoked in her sweetest voice. She walked around the huge desk in front of Peter. She graced over slowly making sure that he saw every inch of her young body. She put on a large smile with her beautiful face.

Are you sure there isn’t anything I can do? Anything at all? Marie said.

Peter tried to swallow, but his throat was dry. He looked at Marie and wondered what was going through her mind. She carried an innocent appearance, dressed in blue jeans and white blouse. However, when he looked into her eyes, there was something mischievous. Maybe he was being paranoid. Marie's body was slender with sensuous curves. Her breasts were small, but extremely firm and perky. Peter noticed them as they pressed hard against the blouse. Her waist was no more than twenty-five inches Peter estimated.

As with all young college girls, Marie possessed beautiful tight backsides that Peter could not help but noticed. They were a perfect fit inside the blue jeans. Peter wondered what it would feel like to push into a white girl’s anus, especially Marie’s. He always held back because there were so many taboos involved. He was a good friend of the family. There was also a massive age difference between the two of them. Last, he was African American, and she was Caucasian. Which was still taboo in upper society.

Peter loved her pale skin. The naturally soft pink lips on her mouth gave an irresistible contrast. Her dark blond hair was silky smooth. Peter shook his head and cleared his thoughts. He had to get those sexual thoughts out of his mind before she read his thoughts in his expression. Too late, Marie had always been able to read Peter's thoughts better than anyone he had ever known.

Marie, what are you doing? Peter asked.

Marie just smiled at Peter.

Don’t play coy, you know what I am doing. I am sure you want what I want. Marie flirted.

Marie reached down and took Peter by the arm of his chair and turned him so that he faced her. She looked straight into his pitch-black eyes.

"I just want to