Aaron followed Ms Hawthorne into the elevator. It was the only way down into her lab. He did his best to hide his raging hard on but it was of little use. His khaki shorts left nothing to the imagination, and honestly, it was Ms. Hawthorne's fault for his current condition. What did she expect after she let him eat her out like that? Now that he thought about it, it was pretty rude not to return the favor. Aaron let his hands fall to his side and straightened his back, no longer hiding, but accentuating the tent in his pants. As the two stood side-by-side riding down the elevator it stuck out like a monument to her neglect.
Ms Hawthorne caught sight of it out of the corner of her eye. She smiled to herself but made no visible recognition of it. After a few seconds she reached forward and hit the emergency stop button. The elevator quickly came to stop causing Aaron to reach out for the wall to keep his balance. She turned on her heels to face him.
"This isn't going to work," she told him flatly, motioning toward the bulge in his pants, "my lab is full of young women who need to concentrate on their experiments, some of which are dangerous. You literally just watched the safety video!"
Her voice got progressively angrier. Aaron wanted to speak up, tell her this was her fault, but he chickened out and remained silent. Her authoritative tone and intimidating presence cowed him. Even if he was in the right, he did not want to upset her or jeopardize his unique job. He could think of few worse fates than losing access to Ms Hawthorne's lab.
"So for the safety of my students you are just going to have to drop your pants right now and relieve yourself," she concluded and waited.
"Um," Aaron spoke nervously, "what?"
"Com'on," she ordered, "I don't have all day. You are lucky I don't send you home without pay since you are technically 'unfit for work', BUT, since theses are extenuating circumstances, I will allow you to relieve yourself right here, right now, IF you get to it!"
Aaron looked at her like a deer in headlights. She stared daggers of impatience back at him and raised her eyebrows. That jump started his actions and he quickly grabbed at his belt clasp. He was trying to move so fast, that he only fumbled with it.
"Oh, for the love," Ms Hawthorne rolled her eyes and knelt down in front of him. In the blink of an eye his belt zipped off his shorts and his fly was open. In a second fluid motion she slid both his shorts and boxers to the floor. His massive erection sprung forth instantaneously, nearly catching her in the eye. She dodged expertly however, expecting it. She stood up and took a step back to take him all in. He fidgeted nervously in front of her but surprisingly didn't cover himself. His young, strong cock, curved upward, pointing directly at her face. She could tell he was frustrated by how monstrously swollen the head looked.
"All right," she said with mock annoyance in her voice, "I think you can take it from here."
"So," Aaron said slowly, "I should just, like, do it myself?"
"That's what I told you to do isn't it?" Ms. Hawthorne raised her tone, now bordering on anger, "I have things to do, so you can either go home for the day, or take care of yourself right now!"
Her quick rise to anger made Aaron jump to obedience. He grabbed his cock with his right hand and began to stroke his length. He started slowly, trying to read her face. Aaron had never masturbated in front of another living soul before. He always thought it a bit shameful but at this moment, he wasn't sure what he felt. Although Ms. Hawthorne's had a look of disappointment on her face, her gaze was fixed on his cock. Even when she spoke to him, she didn't look him in the eyes. Instead she addressed his erection.
"I'm sure you can speed it up a bit," she said referring to his lazy pace, "a young man of your age and virility should be able to climax in minutes."
Aaron doubled his pace right away. Something about her commanding tone, the way she held herself, her a position of authority, it made him want to be compliant.
"Are you only going to stroke the shaft?" She asked criticizingly, "Make sure you work the tip too or this is going to take all day. Oh wait, I see the problem. Stop for a second and give me your hand."
Aaron did as he was told and stuck out his right hand toward Ms Hawthorne. She grabbed it firmly, and without warning, spit on it.
"There, use that to lubricate the head." Aaron blinked in disbelief at the pool of saliva cradled in his palm.
"Did I not mention we are on a schedule here?" Her tone rising and she tapped a watch on her wrist.
Aaron immediately grabbed his cock, slathering Ms. Hawthorne's saliva all over the engorged head as instructed. With the added lubrication he easily stroked his entire length from base to tip. He also made an effort to go faster than before. He wasn't sure if it was from the additional lubrication or the fact that said lubrication was from Ms. Hawthorne's mouth, but Aaron had a strong desire to please her.
"Now that's better," she actually sounded satisfied for the first time since entering the elevator. It made Aaron feel more proud that it should have.
"But it will move things along if you squeeze the tip a lot harder. Really force it through your fist. The slit should be opening up a little bit with each stroke if your doing it right."
As she instructed Aaron closed his hand into a firm first. He began to involuntarily buck his hips to get the extra leverage to penetrate his closed palm. She was right, as the added resistance increased the intensity.
"Ah, there you go, excellent use of the hips," she exclaimed her unbreaking gaze studying every detail of his strained cock, "see how the tip opens like a flower when you do that? Here I think a little more might help."
She leaned down to within inches of Aaron's cock and spit on it. Her aim was so precise and well timed it hit square on his open slit. His strokes quickly spread the additional fluid around, giving his member a fresh coat of lube. He moaned audibly from the increased slickness, but more so from the knowledge that it was Ms. Hawthorne's saliva he was masturbating with. His knees started to get wobbly underneath him as his pleasure reached a new level.
"You have a problem cumming while standing, don't you?," Ms Hawthorne noticed his wobbling, "That's fine, you'll learn how to do that eventually, but we don't have time right now. Just get down on your knees in front of me while you stroke. That will take the load off your legs and allow you to concentrate."
Aaron did as he was told. He didn't even question it in him mind. He dropped to his right knee first, then his left. It looked as if he was worshiping Ms. Hawthorne, albeit instead of his hands folded in prayer, they were furiously beating his meat, desperate to cum for her.
He was very close to climax and was trying to concentrate. He stared straight ahead, and in this kneeling position, he could easily see Ms. Hawthorne's feet. She was wearing black slip on pumps that had about a two inch heel. They were open toed revealing her red toenails. Aaron lusted after the gentle curve of her soles and her long beautifully manicured toes.
Ms. Hawthorne looked down at the young man beating off in front of her and smiled inwardly. When she hired Aaron, she wasn't sure if it would work out. The nature of her work requires discretion and obedience. All her girls knew the drill. They were scientists first, nymphomaniacs second, and Hawthorne devotees third. They were just like her and she understood their motivations.
This was the first time she hired a boy, no, young man. This hire was a bit of a risk but his personality profile checked all the boxes. A natural submissive, even if he didn't know it yet. Prone to obedience and controlled by his cock. It also was also a plus that he was incredibly attractive and well hung. Although she did worry that her younger lab assistants may get distracted. Some diversion was to be accepted and tolerated, as long as it didn't derail her fundamental research goals.
"Alright, fine, "Ms. Hawthorne spoke up, focusing her attention back on Aaron, "you may use my foot to finish."
She answered a question that hadn't been asked but she hardly had to read his mind with the way he had been obsessively studying her.
Ms. Hawthorne placed a hand on the elevator wall to steady herself and lifted her right foot in the hair. She moved it close to Aaron, her black pump dangling from her toes. Aaron did not hesitate in grabbing it with both hands. He wasted no time and jammed his cock between her silky soft arch and shoe' insole.
His climax ripped through his cock as soon as he made contact with her foot. Hot cum coated the arch of Ms Hawthorne's foot. His second thrust was off center, and his cock curved up towards her toes. His tip squeezed itself painfully between the balls of her foot and insole. He shot a second load lubricating the narrow space for his third thrust. Lunging forward, his cock slipped under her foot until his glans popped out between Hawthorne's red painted toes. He recolored them white as another jet of cum flooded under and between her toes.
She curled her toes as she felt the head of his penis worm it's way under her feet. She gripped his sensitive flesh, pinching his swollen glans. Instead of pulling away he moaned all the louder and three more pulses of cum leaked from his cock. Her foot and pump were absolutely drenched, and a puddle of overflow was gathering on the floor.
Ms Hawthorne watched in admiration as the young man continued to force fuck her foot. Only moments ago this same person gave her some of the best cunnilingus she'd ever had, and all she offered him was a limp, disinterested foot. The amazing part was Aaron couldn't be happier. The shear volume of cum her foot was bathed in was a testament to his satisfaction. She couldn't help but think it was akin to a kind of worship or tribute, and this made her very pleased.
"That should take of that," she said promptly when Aaron had finally finished thrusting. She slid her foot off of him easily, but he remained kneeling, breathing deeply. She straightened her heel and placed her foot down on the floor. She could feel the warm cum squeezing between her toes and sole. She had to admit it felt good to be able to walk on the physical manifestation of Aaron's lust. She made no effort to clean it up or hide it.
"Come now, get up, get your pants back on," she instructed while pulling the elevator e-stop out. "I have a schedule to keep."
The elevator lurched back to life and continued its decent down to the laboratory. It took only a few seconds before it slowed to a stop. Aaron had just enough time to slip his pants and boxers back on before the doors slid open. His cock was covered in cum and he would need to visit the restroom soon to clean himself up a bit. He glanced at Ms. Hawthorne's foot, which was also coated, but she acted as if nothing was there. Did she intend to leave it a mess? The thought excited him, and some animalistic part of him felt like he had marked her.
As soon as the doors opened Ms. Hawthorne strode out, her foot leaving a trail of cum behind her. Feeling the overflow from her heel, she paused and looked down at the mess.
"Do clean this and the elevator up, first chance you get," she said as she walked off, with squishy steps, toward a group of lab assistants huddled around Angela at the pre-orgasm experiment.
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It took Aaron longer than he thought it should to clean up his jizz. The puddle on the elevator floor took no time at all but it was the trail of semen that Ms. Hawthorne left in her wake that took longer to track down. It squished out between her toes and foot, leaving random milky splotches of cum at random places in the lab.
An upside was this gave Aaron and excuse to get close to the pre-orgasm experiment that several of the girls were huddled around. As he scooted along with his mop buckets inspecting the floor, he kept a sharp eye on Angela who was being helped off the table by two other girls.
"Excellent job Angela," Ms Hawthorne spoke while flipping through a clipboard of notes, "this data is really something, you have an amazing amount of stamina."
"Th-thank you Ms Hawthorne," she replied weakly as she got to feet. She leaned heavily on the other girls for support. Her whole body trembled and winced as they touched her naked body. A third assistant brought out a lab coat and draped it over her shoulders. Her muscles tensed at the touch.
"Abigail, take her vitals quickly, I have a wild idea which may prove a theory I've been working on."
One of the girls holding up Angela brought out a blood pressure cuff and began doing as instructed.
