Exam prep with Mrs Revers

You wouldn’t think it. But time has flown by, this winter semester has flown by. Before Erik knew it, exams were less than 2 weeks away. Just like she did last semester, Mrs Revers had spoken to Erik briefly, cancelling tutoring sessions to focus on her own preparation, and the few sessions she did have time — they would be completely focused on exam preparation.

Erik enters her office, a familiar sight nowadays. The only difference is that her office is in a slightly worse state of disrepair as a result of her increased workload. She invites him to sit, pushing her hair back with her glasses, she gives Erik a tired smile. “How are you?”

Erik nods, pulling out his laptop and textbooks. “Not bad. Some personal stuff going on but, I’m managing.”

She sighs and chuckles, a lot more casual than her usual demeanour of… Well… You get it. She scratches at her forehead, gesturing to him with her free hand. “Before we get started, tell me about it. I need a small mental break anyway.”

Erik’s head bobbles slightly in surprise. “Yeah. Well. My girlfriend, Vi, I’ve mentioned her before?”

She nods. “You have. I admit, I did look her up in the student directory. She is a very pretty girl.”

Erik nods. “That she is. Very hot.” He chuckles softly, glancing up he notices that her expression is tense.

“I assume you’ve told her about our extracurriculars?”

Erik’s face goes white. Of course he has. But he did tell Mrs Revers that he would keep their reward structure a secret…

Amelia is having problems with her husband — that Erik has figured is directly related to the rewards.

Erik knows that he just has to be honest here. Because if he lies, he’s the same as her husband (which again — he is assuming is a piece of shit to her in some regard) in which case she’ll definitely end their arrangement. Or, he tells the truth, that he didn’t keep the secret, and she ends their arrangement

Wait.

Whatever.

“Yeah… I did.”

She stares at him, absolutely zero emotion on her face. “After I told you to keep it to yourself.”

He nods.

“Want to explain yourself at all? Or shall I make my own conclusions?” She asks, voice steady.

She really caught him off guard with this.

“I…” He swallows, shaking his head. “I’m just going to be honest.” He says, studying her face. “She’s known. Since the beginning. From the very first session.”

Mrs Revers watches, quietly listening.

He continues. “I… Tell her everything. I don’t want to lie to her. I never will. And neither does she… Lie to me that is.”

“How do you know that?”

“Sorry?” He asks, confused.

She asks again. “How do you know she always tells you the truth?”

Erik takes a moment blinking rapidly, watching her carefully — realising this isn’t about him. “I guess I don’t.” He says at first, “But I trust her. It’s like a fundamental part of our relationship. Of any relationship. It’s a cliché, but honesty.”

“And she’s okay with it?” She asks, gesturing to her chest.

Erik nods. “It’s exciting for us.”

She nods after a beat, scratching softly under her eye. “Well. Don’t tell anyone else then. And, will you end it with me, on your end, if she becomes not okay with it?”

Erik is taken aback, but nods. “Of course. To both.”

She smiles. “Good.” She taps the stack of papers on her desk. “Shall we get started with exam prep?”

‘What the fuck was that?’- - - - - -

Erik sighs heavily, pushing his hair off his face as Mrs Revers chuckles, getting a certain sense of satisfaction from his struggle. “It’s difficult, but you are doing very well so far.” She poses a particular question. “I think we will focus on the topics covered in these particular problems. It has been ‘kicking your ass’ as the kids say.”

Erik laughs. “That is something I’ve heard said.” He shakes his head, looking down at her paper. “I don’t know why I struggle so much with it.”

“Maybe it’s just a lack of motivation.” She says, in a low sultry voice.

Erik looks up, she’s already undoing the buttons on her shirt.

“I think I need a lot of motivation.”

Amelia smirks. “Well. I only want to see my students succeed.” She stands up, circling the desk, completely undoing her shirt and slipping it off. She smiles at him, reaching behind her and undoing the clasp ot her black lingerie bra. Her full breasts heave into view as she sits on the edge of the desk, looking across her shoulder at Erik.

Erik watches, waiting for her direction, she has something in mind, and Erik is not going to be the one who ruins that for her.

She crooks her finger at him. “Stand up, Erik.”

He does as he’s told, pushing his seat back he gets close to her, putting his hands on her breasts, he lifts them and squeezes them, his eyes going from her chest up to her narrowed eyes.

She reaches up, caressing his chin, she bites her lower lip, staring at his mouth. “You like my tits, handsome boy? You like the feel of them in your hands?”

Erik grins, rubbing a thumb over her nipples. “Very much so. I could do this all day… I wish this were the exam.”

Amelia chuckles, rubbing her finger along his bottom lip, she starts to lean forward.

It’s tempting, but he pulls back, she pauses, a hint of worry.

“I can’t kiss you.” He says. “It’s complicated. But, it’s a rule.”

Her face stills, but she nods, smiling. “A rule?… Ah… With Vi?”

Erik nods.

She smiles. “You are a very attractive man, Erik.” She caresses his jaw again. “Such a lucky girl to have such an attractive, reliable, honest man.” Amelia slowly sinks to her knees, undoing his belt, and pulling his pants down, his cock shooting out and dragging along her face as she sinks downwards.

She looks up at him, his cockhead idly rubbing along her face and lips. “How do I look?”

“Fucking amazing.”

She smiles, the intensity in her eyes sending delicious euphoria through his entire body. She grabs his wrists, pulling him closer, his shaft pushing along her face, her cheek pushing up from the weight. “Erik…” She moans, guiding his hands to the side of her head.

“Use me. Fuck my face.”

Urhg ugh ugh gluk glugk uurgh gluk glugk

Erik looks down at Amelia, sweat dripping off his chin. He didn’t need a second invitation, he slams his hips into her chin, her hair ruined by his grip, she does her best to keep her eyes open, staring into his soul, silently urging him on, silently screaming to fuck her faster.

“Fuck! Amelia! You can take so much!”

She lets out a gurgling giggle, spit drooling down her chin, her mascara starting to run, staring up at him, her green eyes glistening. Her hands sink between her legs, undoing the zipper on pants, she passionately starts fingering herself.

She wasn’t planning on doing anything, content to just let Erik go loose. But from the moment he spoke about Vi, the honesty radiating from him, well, made her wet as fuck, aching for cock.

Erik’s cock.

She moans around him, her fingers slick with her own arousal, curling deep within herself, opening her throat for the thick meat taking full advantage of her invitation.

Erik pants heavily, pulling her hair, pushing her head back roughly. “Fucking take it. Take this cock! Fucking hot fucking professor! You gonna cum? Cum from your student fucking your throat? Your married throat!?”

She nods, as best as she can, eyes watering with horny delight, her pussy only getting wetter and wetter, she moans around him, desperate for more, for more debauchery, for more vulgarity.

Amelia can’t hold back, Erik’s hungry dominant look, his lack of hesitation to fuck a professor's throat, she explodes around her fingers, moaning, almost screaming, his cock following soon after, her throat first — filled, followed quickly by her mouth, her body’s natural reaction to force it out, completely unable to swallow it all.

“Ahhhhh..” She moans, sticking her tongue out, letting his cum drip between her cleavage.

“That was… So hot.” Erik says panting, immediately bending down to help her up.

Amelia’s body wants him even more now, the bare minimum of helping her up does nothing to satiate her hunger. She gives him another lustful look.

“Amelia…” Erik says, cock twitching, feeling the tension of a potential second round.

But. of course. Her phone rings. The caller ID doesn’t even need to be said.

She walks towards her desk, she glances at the phone, the surprising lack of guilt in her chest making her a tad nervous. She looks up at Erik.

…

“You should go.” She says, smiling and answering the phone, moving to slide her arms through the bra straps.

“Hello, honey.” She says, sitting down, her red breasts heaving, she motions for him to leave with one hand, the other grabs her shirt from the desk.