"Are you ready for this, Mrs. Honey?" Professor Vanessa Barnes asked, with barely concealed excitement.
"Y'all know I just come off a double-overtime shift, right?" warned Mrs. Maxine Honey, the middle-aged chief custodian at Urban University. "Didn't have time to shower or even change, so I'm really sweaty an' probably kinda stinky too. Just sayin'."
"So much the better! That will serve as a good lesson to this little cheater, as to what honest hard work really means!" replied the Professor. "And...stinky is kinky! I mean--doesn't it get you hot just thinking about this very naughty young man having to service your sweaty body with his tongue?"
"Yeah--it does--and believe it or not, I get real horny after a long day's work!"
The statuesque, thick, voluptuous forty-two-year-old African American lady custodian strongly resembled the buxom actress Niecy Nash, except that she was taller, bigger-boned, and even curvier.
Mrs. Honey broke into a lewd smile as she gazed down at twenty-year-old Donald "Skip" Richardson, a nervous, timid White university student who had been tied down, face up and nearly naked, atop a wide, padded examination table.
Skip was patrician in appearance: slim, well-groomed, blonde, blue-eyed, and baby-faced. His legs were spread partway and his ankles were restrained by leather straps. An elastic strap around his lean, hairless chest held him in place.
Only his arms were left unbound, so that his hands could be put to service as needed, along with his mouth and tongue.
An impressive erection--the result of an experimental male-enhancement pill the Professor had compelled him to swallow a little earlier--was already tenting the front panel of his grey cotton boxer briefs, the only item of clothing he had on.
Though he was lean and slight of frame, the college boy was clearly well-endowed down below.
"Well what are you waiting for, dear?" the Professor asked Mrs. Honey. "Show him what you've got in store for him!"
"Mmm-hmmm, I sure will!"
Mrs. Honey began peeling her work uniform off her plush, nearly six-foot-tall body--pulling off her shoes and socks, and lowering her baggy khaki trousers, to reveal lime-green panties that clung to her broad curvy booty and rode up into the hot, humid crack between her sizable butt cheeks.
Then off came her uniform shirt, revealing two enormous dark-umber breasts barely restrained by a formidable lime-green brassiere.
She draped her clothes carefully over the back of a chair placed near the examination table.
Mrs. Honey had solid, broad shoulders, and strong arms with colorful, flowery tattoos on each of her biceps. Her middle-aged belly pooched a little, and there was a hint of sag in her otherwise magnificent ass, but she was in excellent shape overall. Her skin, the color of strong dark coffee, was unblemished and smooth.
You could easily tell the lady janitor had been quite a beauty in her younger days, and even in middle age she was still inarguably hot. By any standards of female sexual attractiveness, she qualified as a milf--though a large one.
"You're a big girl, aren't you, Mrs. Honey?" asked Professor Vanessa rhetorically. "Our skinny little slave boy might not survive the whole night underneath you! Well...there are worse ways to go, right? Perhaps you'd like to begin by having our young male slut worship your beautiful big breasts?"
"I'd like that!" With her strong arms, Mrs. Honey effortlessly boosted her thick body up onto the exam table, and got on all fours directly above the prone Skip. She looked down teasingly into his worried eyes and ground her pantied crotch against his firm boner.
The erotic sensation caused them both to close their eyes and moan at the same time--the older woman in anticipation, and the college boy in frustration.
Then Mrs. Honey pressed her pillowy lips against his. She knew how to kiss, and in spite of his nervousness and fear, Skip actually enjoyed it--until Mrs. Honey broke the spell by pushing her whole tongue into his mouth, signaling her intended sexual conquest of his young male body.
Then she slid her own body forward, bringing her big, dusky boobs directly above the young man's face. They were still restrained within her strong brassiere, but they looked as if they could burst the cups at any moment. Mrs. Honey brushed them across the tip of Skip's nose. A lusty scent emanated from her steamy cleavage: mostly perspiration, but also the faintest trace of a flowery perfume that she'd probably applied before she started work, and which was now all but faded away.
"Take my bra off, white boy," the imposing lady commanded.
Skip hesitated.
"Do it!" ordered Professor Vanessa.
If he didn't do what the Professor told him to, he'd fail her class. If he failed her class, he'd lose his scholarship. So Skip shakily stretched both of his arms around Mrs. Honey's broad brown back, causing the older woman to murmur her approval.
But he fumbled with the double-strength clasps of her bra strap. He'd wiggle one open, only to have it catch again as he worked on the other. Mrs. Honey rolled her eyes--and finally pushed Skip's arms away and reached around her back to finish the job herself.
She reared up for a moment to let the unclasped triple-D cups slip down off her front--as her magnificently plump, round, ebony breasts, each of them bigger than Skip's entire face, swung free. They gleamed with spicy work-sweat. Her areolae were purplish-black and seemed as wide as saucers, and her already stiff nipples protruded out a good half-inch or more from each.
Professor Vanessa picked up the bra and placed it with the rest of Mrs. Honey's clothes, then returned to her seat to watch the breast worship play out. The Professor was also an attractive middle-aged Black woman, but more of a Halle Berry type with a perfect hourglass figure and long legs, dressed in a tight top, short skirt, and stiletto heels.
With a soft plop, Mrs. Honey pancaked her upper body down onto Skip, engulfing his head in her steamy voluptuous ebony flesh. She shoved her heavy sweaty boobs in his face as he moaned softly from fear--and from lust. His erect cock jolted in the prison of his boxer briefs.
"Suck my titty!" Mrs. Honey commanded him, grabbing her right breast and pushing her fat, purplish nipple against the young man's pursed lips. Without further bidding he opened them--and not only the nipple but an ample portion of the imposing woman's fleshy tit invaded his mouth.
As Skip drew his lips together and began to suck loudly on Mrs. Honey's impressively large boob, he could taste her sweat-salt and her skin, and could feel her coarse nipple swell even stiffer and bigger inside his mouth.
Mrs. Honey drew a sharp breath through her teeth and threw her head back with immediate delight.
"Ooohh damn--that's nice! Suck it baby! Suck it HARDER!" she exclaimed, pumping her ebony tit again and again into Skip's face, fucking his mouth with her steely nipple. After a few minutes of this, she withdrew the saliva-slick right breast and immediately jammed the left one into the White youth's mouth for the same forceful treatment.
"I think he enjoys nursing on your generous tits, my dear," observed the Professor. "But then again, who wouldn't?"
Mrs. Honey's big body was firing up in full female arousal. As she continued to bob up and down on Skip's mouth--sighing and moaning as the young man groaned under her fleshy onslaught--she could feel the heat rising at her southerly end.
"I'm really startin' to juice up...you know...down there, Professor Vanessa," she said.
"I can see that from here! Your panties are already soaking through! So--why not sit your no-doubt VERY fragrant pussy right on this little male slut's face, and get him started on orally pleasuring you--first through those wonderfully wet panties, and later more directly?"
The severe lady academic smiled in satisfaction as Mrs. Honey slid herself farther forward over the college boy's tied-down body. She brought her meaty thighs together to scissor both sides of his head, turning it firmly face-up toward her groin.
"Time to go downtown baby," she said.
The slim White college boy looked helplessly up at the damp crotch of the Black milf's lime-green panties, now positioned directly over his face. The plump outer lips of her pussy were pressed against the cloth, so that their shape was clearly visible to Skip.
The wet vee of cotton that covered them was thickly saturated with all of the voluptuous lady's most intimate scents: work-sweat and a sharp tang of pee, together with a penetrating, creamy musk of female sexual arousal seeping from her swelling vulva. Wiry black pubic hairs, already glistening with her pussy juices, curled out from the sides.
The strong raunchy scent of Mrs. Honey's unwashed lady parts cascaded down like an invisible fog over Skip's nose and mouth.
"I've been wearin' these panties for about twelve hours now, baby," the working woman mentioned casually while looking into Skip's nervous eyes. "All through that long shift. I'm sure they're plenty full of me."
"Ha!--very good--now sit on his face!" said Professor Vanessa eagerly. "Let him soak in your femininity for a while--before you remove those panties and make him use his mouth and tongue to pleasure you directly, front and back!"
"N-no...don't..." pleaded Skip, frightened by the sexually explicit threats--and fearful of being smothered beneath the overheated, sweaty body of an aggressively horny lady who was bigger and heavier than he was--not to mention more than twice his age!
"You brought this on yourself, son," the Professor retorted. "You said you'd do anything to pass your Women's Studies class after you were caught cheating. Anything, you said! And I'd say this penalty fits the offense perfectly well!"
"C'mon baby, be a man about it," Mrs. Honey urged as she slowly lowered her wet, aromatic crotch toward Skip's nose and mouth. "Imma teach you how to make a lady really happy."
