A rare free win

“Hello gentlemen,

Today you’ll be meeting me in the teachers hall supply store room, Marcus; please arrive at 6:00pm. Erik; please arrive at 6:15pm. I have completed review of your most recent challenge assignment.

I will leave the door unlocked for you, please contact me if any professors are in the vicinity.

Amelia Revers.”

Erik opens the door to the teachers hall, looking around silently, he confirms that they are alone, I guess even professors rush home on a Friday night.

He walks through the silent, kind of eerie hallway, he checks the time on his phone, 6:08. Erik was feeling… worried. Worried — about the small gap in between their seperate meetings. If she doesn’t call them at the same time, she’ll usually put half an hour, 45 minutes? Anything more than 15 minutes.

He feels a prickle of nerves and excitement, what if the gap is so close that he actually beat Marcus comfortably, and that she doesn’t need a lot of time to talk to Marcus before sending him away…

Or…

He lost. Badly. Enough for Mrs Revers to give Marcus a greater reward, or she’s so annoyed by his poor performance, she’s going to make him watch while she gives Marcus his reward.

Erik feels giddy. They’re both… kinda wins.

He reaches the store room and as he leans on the wall, waiting for those extra 5 minutes before knocking, giving Erik a shock — the door swings open aggressively.

Marcus steps out and almost slams the door behind him, a frustrated scowl on his face, he turns to Erik and scoffs, who can’t help but feel a small urge of adrenaline, is Marcus going to fight him?

Instead, his face softens and he sighs, he holds his hands up apologetically, “Sorry man. DIdn’t mean to come in hot. Didn’t mean to scare ya.”

Scare? Erik shakes his head, “It’s chill, for a second I thought you were going to try and fight me.”

Marcus laughs, a bit too hard but he shakes his head, shoving his hands into his pockets, “Nah. It’s on me anyway.” He groans, “Congrats man. I fucked up, I did this shit last minute again… Enjoy the free win.” He winks and claps Erik’s shoulder, “See ya.” He says as he walks past Erik, heading for the exit at the end of the hall, he calls over his shoulder, “Don’t expect anymore of those!”

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“Lock the door, Erik.”

Mrs Revers syrupy voice calls out from behind the shelves, the small room cut down in the middle into a ‘U’ shape by a thick shelf, lined with supplies, books and other stationary. Erik does as he’s instructed before slowly making his way around, his heart thumping with cautious excitement.

Erik swallows as he gazes upon the professors form, perched on the table, knees together, her shirt neatly folded on the small table, her bra hanging from her fingers, her tailored brown blazer buttoned at the midriff, her huge cleavage trying its hardest to burst out of the fabric.

“Come closer, darling.”

Erik does as he’s told, stepping towards her, he stops before her, his eyes glued to her breasts.

“Help me out here.” She says gently, grabbing his wrist, she guides his fingers to the dark brown buttons, “Go on. Take your reward. One of my boys was reliable this week. Marcus got to see, you get to play.”

Erik shudders, ‘my boys’ bouncing around in his head, his jeans getting tighter as he undoes the buttons. He gently pulls at the clothing, opening slowly, the feast before his eyes. Her rosy pink nipples are pert and erect, whether it’s from arousal or the chill, it matters not to Erik.

“Wow.” Is all he can really manage as he shows a bit of confidence, he grabs her bare breasts in his hand, kneading the soft flesh, rubbing the hard tips against his palms. “Wow..” He says again.

Amelia can’t help but chuckle as she allows Erik’s groping, enjoying the fish like gaping of his mouth, his eyes transfixed on her chest.

“Erik, honey.” She coos, lightly brushing her fingers on his wrist, “Do you want your real reward? Or are you just going to grope me for the time limit?”

Erik looks up, “Real reward?” His hands continue to grope as he asks.

She nods, biting her lip, “Of course. It’s only fair. You’ve caught up to Marcus. And he got more than just grabbing my tits.” She watches Erik with hooded eyes, her voice low and seductive, “So let me give you what you deserve.”

That’s enough for Erik to let go. He allows himself to be moved by Amelia, guiding him to sit on the desk himself. As for Amelia, she pulls up a roller chair, sitting down she inches forward, slightly to the side of Erik, she places her hands on his thighs, peering up at him, sending a spark through him from the rare submissive view of her, she asks, “Go on. Show me what you’re working with.”

He rushes to pull his pants off, a sense of shameful arousal rushing through him as Amelia watches him struggle to undo his belt, leaning back in the chair as she watches him, each breathe sending a heave through her round breasts.

He finally manages it and Amelia leans forward, one hand pressing down on his thigh, almost as if to keep him in place, she leans forward and takes a deep breath in, Erik can feel his hair stand on end, “Hmmm, Erik.” She says softly, “I do enjoy the smell of you young men.”

Erik shudders as Amelia reaches out and wraps a slightly cold hand around him, squeezing slightly, “You and Marcus are both so impressive. Are all young people so… virile now?” She chuckles, the mention of Marcus sending a slight pulse through his length.

“Oh?” She asks upon feeling Erik tense. “You like being compared, do you?” She tsks playfully, “Naughty boy.” She takes her hand off, raises it to her mouth, and licks up the length of her hand, before grabbing his cock again, now slick with her spit.

She narrows her eyes, watching Erik breathe heavily, his eyes darting between her hand around his cock, slowly pumping, and her heaving breast, that she is putting a bit more effort into jiggling, of course.

“You’re very big, but Marcus is bigger.”

Erik groans in response, confirming her suspicions about him.

“You kids these days.” She coos gently, making heavy eye contact with Erik now, stroking him hard now, “You’re all into the freaky stuff now. You like getting talked down to don’t you?”

Erik declines to shudder, but the throbbing in her hand gives the game away.

“Oh darling, you’re so cute. You’re a nice change to Marcus’ masculinity.”

Erik shudders and moans, reaching out to grab Amelias shoulder as he curls over slightly, starting to thrust into her hand.

“You kids…” Amelia says with a smirk, deciding to not push it, especially in his current state, if Amelia kicked him square in the balls, he’d still enjoy it.

In complete silence, Erik reaches out to grab her breasts, gripping onto the flesh greedily, not wanting to let go as Amelia’s hand pumps relentlessly.

“Fuck me, Amelia…. This is so fucking hot.”

She giggles, “Maybe, keep beating Marcus and maybe you’ll get to.”

Erik shudders, Amelia shifts, standing next to him, she pushes her breasts into his arm and whispers into his ear, not letting go of his cock, she pumps “Or keep losing, and I can tell you all about how good Marcus fucks me.”

Erik wraps his arm around Amelia, grabbing a palmful of her ass in her brown slacks, he cums, hard. Amelia’s hand getting coated with his seed before it gets pulled away, the rest of his load landing on his thighs. He breathes heavily, his hand still on her thick, fatty ass.

“Good boy.” She murmurs, leaving a soft, wet kiss on his neck, she hands him a box of tissues, producing one for herself to wipe away the mess left on her hand.

“Keep up those kind of performances, Erik.” She instructs playfully, “I do enjoy controlling you.”

Erik, the gentlemen he is, helps Mrs Revers clean up, even clasping her bra for her, taking a sniff of her hair, she allows him to grab one more handful of her breasts as he presses into her from behind.

“Eager.” She says, stepping away, “See you soon, you’re dismissed now. I’ll finish up here.”