"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.
