Should've knocked.

I struggle with every step, rueing the broken elevator, the university refusing to free up funds to fix the damn thing. Of course, the professors motioned to have the second elevator in the building be turned into a faculty elevator. I wonder if Mrs. Revers voted for it…

She definitely did.

The hallway leading to Mrs. Revers' office is washed in a reassuring golden glow. The evening sun is casting long rays through the quiet hallway. The sounds of my footsteps are almost eerie in the quiet hallway. I reach her office and I don’t bother to knock, I turn the knob, my eyes move upwards from the door handle towards the chair Mrs. Revers is usually perched in. A rock flows down my throat as I freeze, my eyes going wide from the scene in front of me.

Mrs. Revers is sitting at the side of her desk. A sultry, lustful expression on her face, her finger pressed against her cheek as she stares, eyes full of desire at the monitor in front of her.

But my focus isn’t on her face.

Her massive breasts and delicious cleavage are completely on display, her arm squishing them together, a hint of a black lacy bra visible under her dark blue shirt, those top buttons undone. Her legs are spread, her pussy glistening in front of my eyes. Her hand is between her legs, and a wet, squelching sound fills the room as her fingers move her fingers on the slick hole between her legs. She coos to the person on the other end of the video call. Her voice is velvety and raspy.

“I’ve missed you too, Darling… Be a good boy and show me how much you missed me.”

I watch in rapture as her breasts jiggle in front of me, her fingers moving in slow circular motions, her breath coming out in **** groans.

“That’s all you have for me? It’s been well over a week, darling, pump it faster for me.”

I hold my breath, completely frozen. I can’t look away. I know deep down that getting caught would probably ruin any fantasy of sleeping with her that I had. For all my bravado to Vi, it was just some light flirting and some jerking off to the idea of having the bodacious professor below or on top of me.

I should leave.

“Fuck a student? Darling, that’s so naughty. I’d lose my job for that… Oop. Did your cock just twitch, Darling?”

How could I leave?

She surely is talking to her husband, who else could it possibly be? But, she’s talking about having sex with a student? My cock is achingly hard, the bulge undeniable, my full length no doubt visible underneath the pants.

“Maybe I will, Darling. I have a biiiig, strong student that I’m tutoring… Maybe I’ll let you - “

She pauses when our eyes meet, her eyes go wide, her lip trembles, neither of us moves, wishing that this situation were a bad dream.

“U-U-U-Uh, Mrs. Revers, I - Uh - Left my Ph-”

“Out.”
She is barely able to raise her voice, her eyes burning holes into mine. Her brow slowly starts to furrow as the expression of desire that was on her face previously slowly forms into a deep, dark rage.

“Sorry, Shit - I didnt’t mean-”

“GET! OUT! NOW!”

She moves rapidly to cover her cleavage, her legs snapping together, the lustful red in her cheeks replaced by a deeper, redder darkness.

I step back and slam the door. I quickly rush down the hallway, not wanting to risk Mrs. Revers finding me outside the hallway. I skip two stairs with every step until I’m at the bottom of the building, breathing hard. I lean against the wall…

My cock is still hard…

Was she talking about me?

There's no way to know how this is going to go. I need to get back to my dorm and do some studying. It's entirely possible that I'm no longer going to have one-on-one tutoring. I pat my leg to text Vi.

For fucks sake.