Campus Office Hours With The Milf

Professor Elena Voss adjusted her black-rimmed glasses and glanced at the antique grandfather clock in the hallway. Eleven forty-seven. The house was quiet except for the low rumble of approaching thunder and the occasional creak of old timber. Lucas should have been asleep by now. Instead, the faint glow of light spilled from beneath his bedroom door at the far end of the second floor.

She told herself she was only checking on her exchange student, making sure the young Frenchman was adjusting to American life. That was what any responsible host professor would do. The fact that her silk robe clung to her full, heavy breasts and barely covered the lace tops of her thigh-high stockings had nothing to do with it. Nothing at all.

Elena had been strict with herself for years. At forty-two, she kept her body tight through punishing runs and even more punishing self-control. Her dark chestnut hair was usually pinned in a severe chignon during lectures, her pencil skirts tight enough to draw every male eye on campus but never enough to invite comment. She had not taken a lover in nearly three years. The hunger inside her had simply been locked away.

Until Lucas Moreau arrived.

The nineteen-year-old French literature major was tall, lean-muscled, and possessed the kind of careless masculine beauty that made her stomach tighten every time he looked at her. His English was excellent, his accent sinful. And the way he stared at her when he thought she wasn’t looking… it made her cunt throb in a way she hadn’t allowed in far too long.

She paused outside his door. A soft, rhythmic sound reached her ears. Wet. Familiar. The unmistakable sound of a young man stroking a very hard cock.

Elena’s breath caught. She should walk away. Instead her hand drifted to the doorknob and turned it silently.

Lucas lay sprawled on his bed in the low lamplight, completely naked. One hand flew up and down the thickest cock Elena had seen in her life. Long, veined, flushed dark at the head. In his other hand he held something black and lacy.

Her panties.

The pair she had worn yesterday, the ones that had grown embarrassingly soaked during their late-night discussion of Madame Bovary. She had left them in the laundry hamper. He had gone looking.

A hot spike of pure lust lanced through her belly. Her nipples stiffened against the silk of her robe. For one long moment she simply watched the beautiful young stud jerk his massive erection while burying his face in the crotch of her used underwear, inhaling her scent like a man starved.

Lucas’s hips jerked. A low groan escaped him. “Fuck… Madame Voss… Elena…”

Her name on his lips in that desperate, accented growl broke something inside her.

She stepped into the room.

Lucas’s eyes flew open. He froze mid-stroke, her panties still pressed to his mouth, his huge cock pulsing visibly in his fist.

For three heartbeats neither of them moved.

Then Elena slowly closed the door behind her. The lock clicked.

“You filthy boy,” she whispered, voice husky. “Sniffing your professor’s dirty panties while you jerk that massive cock.”

Lucas’s chest heaved. His accent thickened with lust. “I’m sorry, Professor. I couldn’t… I can’t stop thinking about you. These skirts. Your tits. The way you smell when you lean over my desk. I know it’s wrong but I—”

“Shut up.”

Elena untied her robe and let it fall. Beneath it she wore only a sheer black lace bra that barely contained her heavy breasts and a matching garter belt holding up her stockings. No panties. Her shaved pussy was already glistening.

Lucas’s cock gave a violent twitch in his hand.

“You want this?” She cupped one breast, thumbing her stiff nipple. “You want to fuck your strict MILF professor?”

“Yes,” he breathed. “God, yes.”

“Then you’ll do exactly as I say.” Elena’s voice dropped into the authoritative tone she used in lecture halls. “Starting tonight, this cock belongs to me. These hands. That tongue. Everything. Do you understand?”

Lucas nodded frantically, eyes devouring every inch of her curvaceous body.

Elena sauntered to the bed, hips rolling. She plucked her panties from his fingers and dangled them in front of his face. “These are soaked because of you, you know. Every time you stare at my ass in class I get wetter. I’ve been fighting it for weeks.”

She climbed onto the bed and straddled his thighs, her dripping cunt hovering just above his throbbing length. The heat rolling off his cock made her mouth water.

“Tonight the fighting stops.”

Lightning flashed outside, illuminating her body in stark white. Thunder followed a second later, shaking the windows. Elena reached down and wrapped her manicured fingers around his enormous shaft. She couldn’t close them completely. The realization made her pussy clench hard.

“Such a big fucking cock for such a young man,” she purred, stroking him slowly. “Were you going to cum into my panties, Lucas? Make a mess in your professor’s knickers like a naughty little boy?”

“Yes,” he groaned, hips bucking.

Elena leaned down, letting her heavy tits brush his chest. Her lips hovered near his ear. “Next time you want to cum, you ask me. You beg your MILF professor for permission. Is that clear?”

“Yes, Professor.”

“Good boy.”

She kissed him then—hard, filthy, demanding. Their tongues tangled as she continued stroking his massive dick between their bodies. Lucas’s hands finally moved, sliding up her thighs to grip her thick ass. When he squeezed the soft, heavy flesh she moaned into his mouth.