Professor’s push

A moment of silence as Mrs Revers contemplates something. Her eyes, unblinking as she stares at the monitor in front of her.

“Very proud indeed.” She says softly. Standing up slowly, her painted fingernails resting on the laptop lid. “It’s been… A long and hard journey, hasn’t it?”

She shapely closes the laptop lid as she stalks around the table separating them. “So… Hard.”

Erik pushes his chair back slightly as she approaches him, her hips swaying with each tantalising step. As she passes she lowers the blinds of the study booth.

“Mrs Revers… The library staff will come inspect on rooms that have closed blinds…”

“Not when a professor has made the booking… Erik.”

She stands in front of him, her knee between his, looking down at him. Her hip jutting out as she rests her weight on her right leg,

“Are you sure?” Erik asks. “I sensed something was off today.”

She watches Erik carefully, silently, she bends forward slightly, grabbing his wrists and pressing them against her chest, biting her lip, she purrs, “Unbutton my shirt for me, Erik.”

Erik doesn’t have to be told twice. He takes a good squeeze for good measure as Amelia mews softly, her eyes boring into his as he reaches between her soft mounds and fumbles with each button, not wanting to give her the opportunity to change her mind. He reaches down to her skirt and pulls the fabric of her shirt out, he shivers as he sees her soft tummy, his eyes move up to her chest and almost drools at her heaving breasts, clad tight together by her pink, with black accents, lingerie.

“Eager.” She purrs again, her voice crackly and low with lust. “You’re not done with your job, darling.”

Erik lights up, grabbing at the top of her bra, he steadies himself, his cock straining in his pants at Amelias gaze as bites her lip with a smirk, her eyes narrowed and teasing. “Hesitating? Are you having doubts you can handle me?”

Erik crumbles, he pulls the fabric down to below her chest, her breasts spilling out onto his arms. “Jesus wept.” Erik groans as he finally gets a good look at his teaches massive breasts.

Amelia grabs the back of his head and brings his face close to her, her nipple pressing against his lips, of which he immediately opens and kisses the slightly pink flesh, sucking on the pinkish erect mound on her lump of soft skin.

“Yes… Good boy.” Amelia purrs above him, her hand gripping his hair and keeping him close. After a few minutes, seconds? Who knows, Erik is drunk on the taste of her sweat and his saliva mixing. “Show me what my chest does to you.”

Erik nods, unzipping his jeans with haste, struggling to get his cock past the zipper and denim fabric, Amelia watches in rapture, “Hurry it up, Erik.” She purrs teasingly.

She sits on the edge of the table, legs spread, pulling her pencil skirt up.

‘ How far are we going?’

They find themselves staring at each other, Amelia legs spread, a generous amount of thigh visible to Erik, her hand resting above her black and pink matching panties. Erik with his hand wrapped around the base of his large, throbbing cock.

“There you are.” She coos, her fingers pushing against herself slightly. “You are impressively large. I envy your girlfriend.”

Erik squeezes his cock in response, unable to choose between staring at her tits, her lewd face, or her slightly spread legs, “I envy your husband.” He says without thinking.

“No need for that my good boy. Now. I want you to stroke for me. Give me a good show.” She slips her fingers past her panties line and starts to push small circles against herself.

“Oh fuck.” Erik groans. Starting his stroking, finalising his decision to stare at her breasts as they jiggle slightly with each movement of her hand between her legs.

“Go on, Erik. Stroke it for me. I know you wanted this from the start. After I saw it that first time, God, when I felt it against me, I wanted this too. So stroke. And don’t stop until you explode. I want to see your cum cover your hand, I want to see you make a mess for me.”

Erik just dumbly nods, his brain filled with the mental, and visual image of Amelia’s jiggling breasts, the short sharp sounds of her hitched breathes with every movement of her hand, the dirty talk bouncing around in his brain. “Your tits are so fucking hot.” He manages dumbly.

“I know they are, darling.” She purrs again, her other hand rising to pinch at her nipple, moaning loudly for his benefit. “Fuck Erik, they’re so sensitive. It’s turning me on watching you jerk that monster for lil ol me.” She continues to tease.

“God damn, Amelia.” Erik manages, “You look so fucking hot like that. I love your tits, they’re fucking perfect.”

Amelia chuckles darkly, tilting her head, she rubs her hand on her pussy before pulling it out, her hand slick with her juices. She leans forward and pushes Erik’s hand away. She grabs his cock and slides her slick hand up and down for a few pumps before letting go, she then grabs Erik’s hand and presses her tongue on his palm. She slowly drags her tongue up to his fingertips before flicking off at the top. “I think some lubrication was in order.” She chuckles again.

The vulgarity of her actions is enough for Erik who pumps relentlessly as Amelia watches, pinching at her nipple with one hand and the other generally squeezing the generous flesh on her chest, “Do it.”

Erik does it. He cums. Hard. Amelia saw it coming and adjusted, grabbing a tissue and holding it to his cock head, the thick globs shooting into the tissue, quickly getting it wet and sloppy, she chuckles, “I see young men are a bit more virile.” She grabs another tissue and cleans Erik up, collecting the cum that collected on his lower abdomen. She murmurs softly, to herself more than Erik, “This is how men should cum…” She wraps the tissues in more tissue, before tossing it into the trash.

“Hopefully the cleaner doesn’t look too close at that.” She chuckles as she brings her bra back up over her breasts. Erik leans back in his chair, watching her silently, absolutely drained.

As she buttons her shirt back together she looks at Erik who finally has the strength to pull his jeans back up, “Keep up the good work, Mr Doe.” Mrs Revers waits until he manages to get his pants back on properly before opening the door and exiting the study booth.