I was a young white boy of only 19 and I had made a massive mistake. In fact a whole series of mistakes had taken me here I reflected as I knocked on the door of the headmaster's office of BBCU, ready to un-enrol on my first day. "Come in," came a deep and authoritative voice. I was nervous... too nervous, I had my hand on the handle but could scarcely find the resolve to open the door. "I said come in." The voice came again... now I had been commanded I opened the door despite myself.
"Sorry sir, I just..." it was the first time I'd seen the headmaster of the university I'd enrolled in - though I'd heard much about him I'd assumed much of the descriptions of his masculinity to be mere rumor. This was dispelled immediately. Standing in front of Jason Carter would have felt emasculating at the best of times - but presently I had entered his office while he was mid workout session. He had his top off and was currently rip curling some ludicrously heavy weights as he sat behind his ornate wooden desk, his sweaty black abs glistened as he did so. I was in awe of his rippling muscles... I had a skinny, waif like figure and the weights may have weighed as much as me judging by the size.
That wasn't all that was emasculating - I'd known when I enrolled that this strange university had a strict uniform policy and when I'd looked online I had only seen a girl's uniform... a short skirt, and cute blazer with mandatory thigh high socks. Part of the reason I applied to the photography course was because I was excited to see all the girls wearing this skimpy number. However, after the disorienting experience of the orientation film. I had been asked to hand over all my clothes and I did as I was asked without thinking. I stood in my underwear in a cubicle confused when suddenly the door was flung open by a beautiful Black girl who had a pile of clothes in her arms.
"Here's your uniform miss!" she informed me. She had a lovely, bubbly demeanor and every word she said had a lyrical joy to it.
"Erm... I'm a guy," I began to say. I can't remember how far I'd gotten into that simple statement before she shushed me and I quieted immediately.
"Those won't do," she said pointing at my boxers... "in fact," she continued and leaning in, her face a mere inch from mine " those are going to have to come right off," she finished before licking her lips seductively. I was rock hard at this point and took my boxers off eagerly. She took them and flung them out of the cubicle. "These would suit you better," she said handing me a pair of lace panties before flicking my two inch cock, and skipping out of the cubicle leaving the door wide open (two girls about a similar age to me, one white, one Asian saw me and began laughing... they were both in the arms of a Black man who looked at me differently to how I'd ever been looked at... hungrily almost.) As I slammed the cubicle door shut I realized the only uniform I'd been given was a girl's uniform. Since I had nothing else to wear, I put it on (including the panties) until I could sort out this egregious mistake. Somehow the ensemble felt like it suited me though and in the full length mirror I could have mistaken myself for a girl... particularly since one of the requirements for the BBCU was for any white male applicants to completely shave their face and body which I had done diligently. Must be for aerodynamics I had thought at the time, mistakenly.
I suddenly realized I had been staring blankly at the headmaster as I reflected on these strange circumstances, standing in front of him in my cute uniform, too nervous to speak. He stood behind his desk and stared at me blankly. I finally realized I had failed to finish the sentence I had long since started. "Sorry sir," I managed again, still nervous in his presence. He laughed and smiled at me. He had a charming smile, with a devilish mischief behind it... I couldn't help but feel he was smiling at something I didn't yet understand.
"You must be the new girl," he said confidently as he reached out his hand as if for a handshake. I knew it wasn't a handshake he was expecting... nonetheless I walked over to his desk began to reach out a hand. He gave me a stern look that made my heart skip a beat. There was something in his raw masculinity that challenged my ability to avoid what I knew to be the rule at BBCU.
"Surely the rules must have been explained to you at orientation," he said looking at me quizzically, "how should you greet your black masters?" he asked.
"Well what I was told..." he gave me another stern look and I trailed off. "There's been a misunderstanding-" I began.
"I asked you a simple question," he interrupted.
"The rule..." my heart was racing and I found myself stammering, "the rule was... the proper way..." I took a deep breath to compose myself.
The headmaster helped me along, "the proper way to greet a black master is...?" he growled in his deep voice.
I took another deep breath and stared at his outreached hand. "Start sucking" I said, having known all along what was expected of me.
After orientation, I had come straight to the headmaster's office to un-enrol but even in that short time I had seen the peculiar greeting of BBCU. It was apparently essential that all non-Black students and faculty engage in regular acts of oral worship on demand, enough that it had become a standard form of salutations. As I walked through the corridors I saw many such instances of this. "Hi Hannah," said one tall Black student in a suave suit and holding his hand high above a diminutive white girl.
She leapt up like a dolphin giggling as she did so, though he moved his hand away... he continued to toy with her as she tried to get his hand in her mouth, until finally he held out two fingers and she began sucking them eagerly and thankfully, until he gestured her to stop. "Nice to see you too!" she said.
I was terrified that one of these intimidating Black students might expect me to put something in my mouth so went through the corridors stealthily. I saw one hot Asian girl with cute pigtails bounce over to a Black student opening his locker. "Hi Denzil" she said before opening her mouth expectantly. He did not reach out a hand... instead he pushed her to her knees and she reacted excitedly, "thank you so much" she said earnestly, looking up at him as he unzipped his pants and shoved his eight inch cock into her tiny mouth.
I reflected on this strange experience as I looked at Mr.Carter's extended hand. At least I wasn't being asked to do that I thought, as I reluctantly leaned over and began sucking his index and forefinger. I closed my eyes and as I did so and tried to think of anything else. As much as I tried to deny it however I found I liked the sensation of sucking his long manly fingers. "Remember your orientation, new girl, what have you forgotten?" Mr.Carter asked me. I wasn't sure what he was referring to and I mulled over the many details outlined in orientation as I rolled my tongue over his fingers repeatedly. Ah, I remembered, there was an important part of the greeting I had refrained from... eye contact. I opened my eyes and looked up at the six-foot-eight Adonis whose fingers I was reluctantly sucking. His eyes met mine and despite this strange situation, everything felt... natural. "Good girl," he said gently sending a shiver through my entire body. Despite my initial reluctance, as he pulled his hand away and his fingers left my mouth I felt disappointed as if I could have done so for much longer.
"Now then miss," he said sitting in his large domineering chair and gesturing to one of the seats opposite his desk, "how can I help you?"
