1 comments/ 29101 views/ 1 favorites Tutoring By: Kinky Rachel "Mmm..." said my friend Kim, "I wouldn't kick that out of the bed." She was talking about the guy who had just walked into our tutorial room. He was about six feet tall, with jet black hair swept to one side and full, sensuous lips. He wore a T-shirt that was pulled tight by his broad chest, and faded blue jeans that hugged his firm ass and bulged impressively at his crotch. He spoke and his voice was deep, confident and sexy. "Alright. Hi everyone, I'm Paul. I'm a fourth year student here doing computing science and, as your professor has fled to America for the month, I'll be taking these tutorials." He handed out the worksheets for the session, telling everyone it wasn't that tricky this week but if we had any problems just ask. When he came to Kim and I, I took my sheet and said thank you while she leant forward over the desk, giving him a good view of her enormous breasts in her low cut top and uttered her thank you in a husky growl. His eyes were blue, with flecks of gold. His lips twitched in what might have been a smile and he moved on to the next group of people. Kim and I share a flat, and she rarely went a week without having some guy spending the night. I had had a few boyfriends over, but we counted one night and I had had four lovers while she claimed to have been fucked by over 30 different guys. So I wasn't surprised with what she did next, though it struck me as quite ingenious at the time. She called Paul over and asked him a question about the assignment - we were supposed to e-mail it around the class once we were done. "I'm not sure how to do it," said Kim. "Can I send it to you, to test?" He agreed and she sent him an e-mail. What she didn't have to send as part of the assignment was her phone number and an invitation to call her. He looked over at Kim from his computer, glancing over her big tits and small frame, then raised his eyebrows quizzically. She smiled her sexy smile and nodded slowly, never taking her eyes off his. He called that night, and they arranged to go out for a drink that same evening. I helped Kim get ready - she laid out her sexy black thong and matching bra and picked out a slinky little black number that would grip her figure like a desperate lover. "How d'you think he'd like my pussy?" she asked. "Shaven, trimmed or just hairy like it is now?" It embarrassed me when she asked things like that, but she was always completely frank about everything sexual. I knew everything about all her lovers: the length and thickness of their cocks, how long they lasted, how wet they had got her, how often she came (if she didn't come, they didn't get a second go with her - those evenings I'd hear her with her vibrator in our bathroom when the guy's moans had stopped and given way to snores). I tried to tell her as little as I could about my lovers, but she would usually push and pry until I said something. Once, when I lied to her in a tipsy haze that my (now) ex-boyfriend had the biggest dick I'd ever had, she deliberately walked in on him when he was in the shower. She went in to the bathroom naked (she frequently wanders our flat naked), and stepped unceremoniously into the shower with him. "Hi," she said, "You don't mind if I shower with you, do you? But I'm in a rush today." She soaped up, taking care to rub the soap into her nipples, and sponging the smooth flesh between her legs with gentle moans of pleasure. She "accidentally" brushed a hand against his cock. Andrew stood there, fully hard, his cock straining to its full four inches in length. He told me she tried to get him to fuck her and he had said no. He said it was too embarrassing and he thought that maybe we should take a break from each other. She said he had grabbed her tits and tried to stick his cock up her ass. She had easily pushed away from him and told him, in her own words, that she'd seen "newts with bigger dicks than him" and if she wanted something small inside her she'd use a tampon. When he and I had sex, he would grab my tits in his nervous, sweaty hands and squeeze them painfully as he pumped in and out of my pussy with his cock. He usually lasted a minute before spraying come into his condom and collapsing, panting, beside me - so I tended to believe Kim's story over his. Anyway, he left. She told me if that was the best I'd had, I needed to get out more. Of course, I would never be so stupid as to tell Kim about a good lover. Paul and Kim came back from the club at about midnight. From my room I heard her lead him into the kitchen as he said, "Just one cup, then I have to get going." There was a lull, broken by the steamy hush of the kettle boiling. They chatted quietly, and I couldn't hear anything until he said, "Anyway, I'd better... Ohh." His slow sexy voice had become deeper and breathy. There was a short rasp of a zipper being pulled down. "We really shouldn't... I'm like your teacher... Ahh." A thick wet slurping sound followed. There was a sucking pop, and Kim huskily: "What are you, one year older than me? 22? Now do you really want me to stop?" He said no, and there was another slurping noise. I eased slowly out of my bed, so that the springs wouldn't give me away, and crept to the door in my bare feet. I reached out hesitantly and grasped the handle as I had grasped the first cock I had ever touched - slowly, reluctantly, uncertainly but with a slight dampness in my loins and an anticipatory flutter in my stomach. I slid the door slowly open. The kitchen lights were all on, focused on the sight in the centre of the room. Kim knelt on the floor, breasts thrusting against the top of her dress, one hand cupping Paul's balls as the other stroked up and down his immense shaft. Her mouth worked on the head of his cock, sucking it in and out, running her tongue over it, covering every inch she could. Paul stood at right angles to me, with his head facing me and I thought he had seen me. No, his eyes were closed; his jeans and boxers were around his ankles. My heart settled with relief even as it quickened at the sight of the biggest dick I had ever seen. It was about nine inches long and extremely thick. What areas Kim wasn't paying attention to were smooth looking, the skin almost olive. My cunt was dripping wet, never so wet. I reached one hand under the waistband of my pyjama bottoms, and jammed my fingers into my pussy. No time for care or slowness, I rushed to orgasm, my fingers brushing my swollen clitoris and running around the lips of my vagina. With my other hand I caressed the swell of my breasts and pinched my nipples to an almost painful arousal as Kim took more and more of Paul's incredible cock inside her mouth. Soon he shuddered, his legs spasmed, and he gave a gasp that was part groan. I could almost see the convulsion that forced his cum from his balls through that magnificent shaft, almost taste the juices that flooded Kim's mouth. She smiled up at him- slow, sexy- and opened her mouth, extending her tongue, showing a surprising quantity of semen on it. She took it back in and swallowed it. "My turn" she said. She stood up and shimmied out of her dress; Paul gaped at her large breasts held in place by some work of brassiere-maker's art in a flimsy, filmy black piece of lingerie. He took in the translucent thong, barely concealing her obviously hairless pussy. She threw off the bra, her breasts standing tall and proud, and he leant in swiftly and pulled her against him. He kissed her, his tongue working against hers that had so recently been smothered in his cum, and held her round the waist with one hand, the other running down to her thong. It glistened in the light, sodden with her most intimate juices. He reached two fingers into the thong and flicked her cunt. Kim gave a brief moan and moved back till her pert ass hit the table. She hopped up on it and hitched her legs up so he could slip off the thong. "Give me head, bitch," she said. He ignored her for the moment, looming over her and kissing her neck. His now flaccid cock dangled against the table, and I reminded myself to wash it (the table) before breakfast. I was surprised - soft, his cock was no great length, but I knew from her stories that even Kim had never had one as big when erect. He moved his attentions down, kissing the swell of her breasts, circling in on her small nipples and taking first one and then the other into his mouth, sucking them into sharp points. Kim twisted her head to the side and gasped, breathing heavily, then panting and slowly moaning his name. Paul's cock was gradually regaining its size and rigidity, and my pussy was wet again. He left her breasts and started kissing and licking his way down her belly. I stepped over to my dresser and moved away the towels in the lower drawer, revealing a slender black box. For my 20th birthday, Kim had bought me a dildo - it was slightly smaller than Paul's cock, the soft rubber was easy on my cunt on the few times I had used it. Paul was licking her out now, his hands fingering her anus as his tongue flicked over her vulva, then probed into it, teasing her inner lips and gently palpating her clitoris. He kept at this, and I kept fingering the nipple on my left breast, circling it, holding back the delicious moment when I would ease the dildo into my pussy. Kim's breath was coming louder and louder, each one more a struggle to get out against the pleasure flowing from her cunt, panting now, "Ohhh... Paul... Ohhhhh... Paul!" She drew out his name with each repetition, finally climbing to the gasped mantra I head so frequently through the thin walls separating our rooms - "I'm coming, I'm coming." His cock was rock hard now, and he had to devote one hand to holding it up against his torso- so it wouldn't be banging against the table- as he kept building on her climax. As she settled, satisfied, he moved one hand to her cunt, and fingered it with great dexterity, keeping her aroused, as the other shrugged off his shirt. He swapped hands to exit the final sleeve, and stepped out of his jeans, reaching down to snag something from his wallet. I pressed the head of the dildo against my very ready opening as he rolled the condom down his penis - it looked incredibly tight. Kim was resting on her elbows, sitting up with her breasts sagging pleasantly down her belly, her legs lifting her pussy off the table, her wetness dripping onto it. She licked her lips (actually licked her lips!) as she saw him getting ready: "You're so big! I've never had one like that." "I've heard that before, but it's always nice to hear it, " he smiled, moving towards her with his cock in one hand. Together they guided it in, and I followed their lead with the dildo. Did Kim look over at my door and wink? He started to thrust, varying his stroke: short and slow, fast and long. She moved with him, and they probed each others bodies with the experience of long hours of pleasurable practice. I followed their rhythm. Kim climaxed swiftly, as did I. Paul continued, thrusting harder into her, then softer, her wild moans driving him to perform as well as he ever had. I briefly wondered what the neighbours would think, but then the show in front of me and the building charge generated by the dildo in my pussy rendered the thought irrelevant. Besides, Kim had had "guests" before. Kim came again, and then a third time when Paul came, and he collapsed on top of her, already eager enough to be playing with her tits. I had just been building to my third orgasm when they had finished. They slowly got up, and I stepped back from my door, enjoying the full sensation of the dildo resting in my cunt. Kim directed him to her room, and told him to get ready - she was going to the bathroom. She did go there, ran some water, but when she came out, she tapped on my door, and opened it a crack. "Seeing as you seem so into it, tomorrow maybe we can all play, but tonight... tonight, Miranda, that huge cock is all mine." I made myself come with the dildo, listening to the creak of her bedsprings, her moans, and his occasional grunt. Finally, I stuffed my head between my pillows and got a little sleep. I wanted to be fresh for my plan in the morning. Kim slept late, and I heard Paul's heavy steps heading to the bathrooms, the spattering gush of the shower. I stepped out of bed, slipped off my pyjama bottoms and the T-shirt I wore to bed, and, wrapping myself in my dressing gown, headed for a shower. I threw off my dressing gown and stepped into the shower. Paul had his back to me, letting the water run over his face, so when I slipped my hand round his torso and caressed his penis, he said "Didn't think you'd be up for a while yet." I said nothing but brought my other hand to bear on his cock. I could feel it growing hard under my attention - it was pleasantly firm and, as I had thought, the skin was wonderfully smooth. I had both hands running up and down his shaft, and I started rotating the movement slightly. When my hand reached the head of his cock, I ran my palm over the top. He moaned, "You're so good at that." I sensed he was ready now, so I pulled on his cock so that he had to turn and face me. As he froze in surprise, I glanced down at his beautiful cock, the olive colour now flecked with red from all the use it had seen last night. He was speechless, but his cock was still perfectly firm, and he was looking at my pussy, ringed with a small line of dark hair; he was looking at my breasts, quite small but with a pleasant swell and tiny, light brown nipples; he was looking at me: slender, tall, lithe with long dark hair and eyes of pure brown. "Kim..." he said. I frowned and pressed a finger against his lips. I leapt into his arms, wrapping my legs around his waist and grinding my ankles into his buttocks. I had to keep my hands around his neck now or fall, so it was up to him to make the next move. He guided his cock gently into my welcoming pussy with his hands. "You're so tight!" he exclaimed, pleased. We fucked. It was incredible. I don't know if he'll tell Kim - I hope he does. Seeing her last night was almost an epiphany, it was like the final piece of a puzzle that you didn't know was a puzzle until that last piece fell into place that shifted your perspective so that seemingly unconnected data aligned like tumblers in a lock. What I had thought was a pleasant, free and unconstrained sexuality was a façade behind which Kim's sex was a weapon, a veiled and honeyed sword that slashed and emasculated the lovers she discarded, that she held against my back to ensure I, like her, would always be alone. Whether it's intentional or subconscious I don't know and don't care, but from now on the game continues on my terms. Tutoring It's not always easy to concentrate and do my own work and shepherd even an upper level class of undergraduates. Just one of the many challenges for a graduate student these days. I need every cent I can muster for those costs not covered by my TA stipend, scholarships, and since I learned how to write grant requests, what can only be called begging for bucks. It's also not easy concentrating when some 20 year old almost throws herself at you. I wasn't sure about this one. She didn't really need any help with the course work but had asked for tutoring after hours. She said her job started just after class and would it please be ok with me if I gave her my address and she make an appointment for Friday night. She must have read my diary. Or maybe it was the pierced eyebrow, no makeup and spiked two inch hair. Since I broke up with my most recent forever love my Fridays have just happened to be free. I heard the knocking on my thin wooden door. And I decided as it was just us girls that it wouldn't be a problem if I stayed comfortable in a t-back and boxers. I greeted her and she didn't comment, but her eyes brightened and burst into my small flat. She was also nearly out of breath. Part of my frugality prompted me taking an attic flat at the top of a four story building in what had to be the dingiest block surrounding our urban campus. My furniture is also sparse and cramped so I just flung myself onto my bed and offered her the only upholstered chair. To my surprise, she had actually brought her text books and additional reading with her. We shared ideas and concepts for an hour or so. Not quite as lively as over a pitcher of beer, but she was still a tad young, and frankly I don't like to encourage the boys at the local watering holes. She would have had a cluster of hormonally challenged studs anyway. I made a joke about that and she snapped her book closed and just turned and jumped into my bed with me. She wasn't interested in any chromosome challenged homo sapien bipeds and made that quite evident by the way she thrust her tongue down my throat. There had been an underlying sexual tension building between us. It was something I didn't hinder. I even encouraged it by the way I propped my back on the pillows on my bed and stretched my legs out during our lesson. My cotton t-back also did its work by easily making my silver dollar sized areola obvious. It also allowed for the growing evidence of my interest in her by revealing the half inch nipples I have been blessed with. She was wearing a crop top and low rider jeans with the obligatory ripped knees and the torn bottom clearly showing she was most likely wearing a thong. My hands slid up over her top and cupped her smaller breasts, kneading and rubbing the cotton against my palms. She pulled my shirt up and over my head tossing it somewhere to the side. When she finally got a full look at my c cup tits her lips formed into "O's" and her head fell on them like free pizza at a sorority party. I leaned back and curled my fingers in her short black hair, guiding her as she sucked and licked. She concentrated on my nipples, murmuring that she had never seen such big or sweet tasting pink tips. I wasn't idle either, my hands undid the buttons on her jeans and as she wriggled to get them off slid my hand over the silk triangle covering her smoothly shaved mound. Damn, she was tight. I wriggled a finger between her lips and pushed the silk into her molten core. I quickly pushed the silk aside and drove two fingers into her pussy. At the same time she pushed my boxers down to reveal my equally naked pussy. There I was. Naked on my bed with a student. Fingers buried in her cunt, my nipples nearly chewed delightfully raw. She pushed herself away and off the bed. After peeling out of the remainder of her clothing she turned to show her sweet ass cheeks to me as she rummaged in her knapsack. She turned with a thick purple dildo in one hand and an elastic harness in the other. She asked me to "do" her. I shook my head no. Tonight was her night to learn to fuck like women fuck, not some barbaric vestigial mating ritual. She was puzzled. Of course she had eaten pussy but it was always a prelude with one of her young playmates. I rose and took the things from her uncertain hands and ordered her onto my bed. She lay with a slight tremble and a cloud in her eyes, not clear just who was now doing the seduction she had set out for. Many of these college students are bi or even lesbian until graduation, but few really meet a true lesbian. Her world had just changed. I lie at her side, my short cropped hair tickling her shoulder as my tongue licked downward to her pert little tits. My hand spider walked down her tummy and belly over her pubic bone and my fingers rested just over her moist slit I drew a nipple into my mouth and sucked. I sucked hard. I chewed the pink tip I bit the mass of her tit. I was leaving marks on her. My fingers tapped her cunt, the lips softer and very compact. I curled a finger and found her tightness resisting. Taking her right nipple between my teeth, I had to lie across her to reach it. My teeth clamped down just as my finger thrust into her hot pussy and rolled side to side over the smooth inner walls. I tapped her pee hole, another place she never thought of as especially erotic. I slid another finger into her pussy and turned my wrist to find her g-spot. I released my bite on her breast and watched the changes in her face as she grimaced, smiled, moaned as I patted that soft inner pad. Her legs were roaming over my sheets, her ass almost thumping up and down as newer sensations overwhelmed her. My fingers were awash with her fluids. My fingertips were gliding in the silky feeling juices as they pushed her to a shuddering orgasm. Before she could recover in the slightest, or try to move I lifted her legs with her knees nearly on her boobs. My hands on the backs of her knees and pushing her open as I looked at the now reddened puffy lips and the river of feminine nectar flowing like from a spring. I shifted now. Kneeling with my knees touching and supporting her ass cheeks as I curled nearly double and lowered my head. I rocked forward as my lips found the softness of her tummy. My real goal was to slap my tits against her ass though. I twisted a bit and one nipple glided up and over her open cunt. I rocked and let that nipple slap her now exposed clit. Back and forth. Slap, slap, slap, slap. Her clit swelled as did my nipples. Slap, slap, slap, slap. She writhed and begged me to do something, anything to let her cum again. I moved back, my pink flesh covered in her newest flow of honey. I asked her if she had ever really looked at her pussy, indeed if she had ever really looked at any pussy. I knew the answer. As my tongue moved I described her's to her. First, the mons, or pubis. My tongue rolled side to side. I nibbled the flesh. Next, the outer labia. In her instance firm though starting to soften and relax, probably from her 'exercising' with strapons. My tongue ran up and back on both sides of her vagina, lapping, stopping to suck some of the flesh as she rolled side to side and tried to mash my face into her by interlocking her fingers at the back of my close cropped head and pushing. She was opening, much like the petals of a flower, only much more sensual and compelling. Her scent was musky and rich with an almost oily texture. Now, the inner labia. Much softer, more flexible and looser still. Lapping I sucked one then the other inner labia into my mouth. That was simply to relax her so my now pointed tongue could drive over the pinkish entrance to her true vagina. A penultimate stop and my lesson could conclude. I tapped her urethra with my tongue tip. As I expected she released a tiny acrid drop. The way she tried to close her knees together demonstrated her embarrassment. Now. The final stop. Her juices were rolling from her open vagina now. The anatomy of her vulva nearly complete. I now flattened my tongue and stroked her clitoris. Long laps. My head twisting side to side as I now was unclinical. She understood now that I needed to feel her orgasm for myself. It was my desires that would be fulfilled when she experienced what might not have been her first orgasm without external aids, but surely the most intense. I now rolled her clit with my tongue. My lips sucked. Drawing the bundle of nerve endings between my lips I felt her swell larger as my rough feeling tongue stroked. I know how numbed she felt her clit was when I released it. I immediately kissed, sucked, lapped and licked over her young pussy now. She writhed, pushed against my face and humped. She had risen almost onto her shoulders to feel the way a skilled lesbian lover made her orgasm an experience rather than just a happy feeling. She was screaming. She arched. Every muscle in her body tightened and came. She came not just for herself, but also for me. Her body quivered for what seemed an hour or more. I had an unfilled ache in my pussy. I lie with her and held her. I rained kisses over her face. She weakly responded and we drew into a slow hot kiss which only ended when she asked if I were sufficiently recovered for her to see if the lesson were learned. Tutoring I'd been nervously biting my nails for the three days since my Professor had told me that if I didn't bring my grade up, I'd be losing my scholarship. He'd assigned me a tutor, one of his old graduate students, who he said often tutored his students for free. I thanked him, and went out that Saturday to meet the man who would hopefully save my future. For the sake of first impressions, and because I'd heard that he was hot, I put on my best outfit. My breasts, already substantial, were pushed up in a 36DD bra with black lace, barely covering sensitive nipples. A white blouse tucked into a tight, pinstripe skirt made this obvious, the thin fabric doing nothing to hide the dark shade of anything beneath, including the matching thong, pulled slightly above my waistline. My nails were painted bright red, along with my lips, light make-up put on, rather than my normal, sleepy, half-put-together look. Red heels clicked on the linoleum floors as I walked to the classroom that would be empty for our use. I went in expecting to come out with knowledge of Russian history, and maybe a phone number. As fate would have it, I'd be getting plenty more. "Um, hi! I'm Lana, the girl Professor Johnston sent you for tutoring." I held out my hand, trying my best to stand straight, my breasts out, threatening to pop off the button that I'd left there for the sake of not looking like a complete whore. He took it, his hands large, warm, and just calloused enough that they would feel good on my skin. "You may call me Tutor. Perhaps once I've deemed you've learned enough you can call me Grant." he replied, barely looking up from the stack of papers he had on the oak desk in the front of the room. "Um...Okay, Tutor, Where should we start? The quiz next week is on the Czars, so maybe there?" I suggested, thinking that he was a bit off from what most people were, but not questioning it. He seemed pretty smart, at least. And they weren't lying when they'd said he was attractive. "Very well. Name the last five." He ordered, putting on reading glasses and opening a book, only to look up at me expectantly over them. I knew this, but my brain seemed to be draining through my pussy as it got wet, the traitor. "Alexander the first, Nicholas the first, Nicholas the second-" He smacked his hand down on the table, and I jumped. "Wrong. Alexander, Nicholas, Alexander, Alexander, Nicholas. It's not hard." his voice wasn't a yell, but that a father correcting his child. It had my cheeks even warmer, and the image of that hand landing on my ass instead flitting unbidden through my mind. "Now, repeat them correctly." "Alexander the first, Nicholas the first, Alexander the second, Nicholas the second-" This time the book slammed shut, the sound reverberating through the acoustic lecture hall. "No! No no no no! Alexander, Nicholas, Alexander, Alexander, Nicholas. Again." He was looking right at me now, eyebrows inclined in anger. My heart beat quickly, and I couldn't tell where the mild sense of fear stopped and the arousal began. "Alexander the first, Nicholas the first, Alexander the second, Alexander the third, and Nicholas the second." I figured I'd gotten it right by the fact that he hadn't stopped me by crashing something louder. I didn't know what to think when his expression softened. "Good. Now, could you tell me their political parties in order, please?" He asked, this time almost kind in his demand. There was still enough authority that I knew it was, in fact, a demand, however, and I took a breath. "Conservative, liberal-" When his mouth hardened into a scowl I knew I'd done something wrong. "Conservative, regressive, liberal, regressive, conservative." he wasn't quite angry yet, but I didn't want to get him to that point. Yes you do, a small portion of my brain said. I ignored it, in favor of remembering what he'd just told me. "Conservative, regressive, liberal, regressive, conservative." I recited, sighing when he smiled again. "Very good." I shivered when his voice suddenly dropped low in both pitch and volume. It was like a purr, an animal hunting his prey. "I-thank you." I looked at the floor as he got closer to me, swallowing thickly. "Thank you, what?" He asked, circling me like a shark closing in on it's next meal. "Thank you, Tutor?" Why did that leave me with such satisfaction? He was being weird, overtly sexual, and I should have smacked him and walked out. "Good girl." He whispered, the breath hitting my ear, and his hands wrapped around my waist, pulling my back flush against him. "I think you could have a reward." "What are you doing?" I asked, making token effort at escaping his iron grip, squirming around only to find that it was making him hard against my ass. He brought a hand up, and grabbed my right breast, kneading it slowly. "Come on, isn't this what you want? You came in here dressed like you were going to be in a bad porno, and you got wet imagining me treating you like the little slut you are." I didn't argue. I couldn't. It was pointless. Because yes, I was wet, and I had the illogical desire to be touched more, rather than less. All hopes of bluffing died when I realized I was rocking my hips against him. "There's out proof. But I won't force you. You can leave if you really want. I'll just sit here by myself." He let go, all contact gone and leaving me with shaking knees, unsure of my ability to continue standing. I turned around toward him, and clenched my legs, rubbing my thighs together as he unzipped his pants, and fished his cock out from his boxers. It was half hard, and my mouth began to water at the sight of it. It had been months—nearly a year—since I'd had sex, and ages since there was one that left me fulfilled. "No. I...I'll stay." I answered, walking over, and running a finger down his chest, as if he still needed seducing. I gasped when he flipped me over and bent me over one of the student desks. "You're forgetting your place, pet. It's 'I'll stay Tutor'." He corrected, bringing his hand down firmly on my ass five times. "I'm sorry, Tutor. I'll remember next time." I plead, and he hummed, rubbing his hand over the reddening flesh. Rather than take it off, he simply pulled the skirt up, and placed a kiss to each of the pinkened cheeks. "Good. You can leave at any time, pet. I'm just going to make sure you don't want to." a sixth smack over the crack and I let out a soft moan, the smell of my own arousal hitting my nose. The thin lace was soaked, and I was already breathing heavily. "Please, Tutor. Fuck me." I begged, a trick that had worked on any guy who's tried teasing me before. "I'm afraid I'm calling the shots here, pet." He said, earning me another swat, this one jolting my asshole and leaving me humping the desk. "Please...I need it..." Five more, and I was reminded to use proper titles. Then another three for not doing as I was told. My legs gave out, and I fell to my knees. "Would you suck my cock for me, pet?" He asked, running a hand gently through my hair. I nodded, deciding that having it in my mouth would be better than not having it at all. I licked around the balls first, then up to the tip, swirling before sucking down the first few inches. I took what I couldn't swallow without gagging into my hand, stroking it in time with my bobbing head. "Go deeper, pet. All the way down." His voice alone was more convincing than an entire speech full of logic and reason, and I found myself ramming the dick down my throat, gagging and liking it. Tears ran down my face, and his hand stroked through my hair. Saliva started dripping down my chin, unable to swallow it, and barely breathing. My head was growing light, but my pussy was growing hotter. When he withdrew from my throat, dragging me off the cock by my hair, I whined with loss. He chuckled, and ordered me up. I wiped my mouth, and did so, panting for breath. "Such a perfect slut for me, pet. I turn around and I'll fuck you like you want." I was quick to do so, pushing my ass out as far as I could. When he moved my thong aside and slipped in, my eyes rolled back in my head, heat racing through me as he groaned. "You're tight..." He groaned, starting off at a slow pace to quickly turn into pounding, my entire body moving forward, tits bouncing in their lacy prisons with every thrust. I wanted to cum. My entire body burned with need, but I couldn't. I stayed on the edge, unable to let myself fall. "Please..." I didn't know what I needed, but I needed something. I felt eight sharp raps to my ass as he continued fucking me silly, for demanding, and forgetting the title. "Cum for me." he whispered in my ear, when they were all administered. That was what I'd been waiting for, the best orgasm of my life washing over me. Every muscle in my body spasmed, and I let out a cry, sobbing from over stimulation as he kept going, not even slowing down to allow recovery. Once more, drool started dripping down my mouth as I tried to gather sufficient breath, and failed. My ears were buzzing when he stilled, hot cum pouring deep in my pussy. Another, smaller orgasm ripped through me again, and when he pulled out, I fell to the floor, gasping air like I'd been drowning. "Are you alright, pet?" He asked, zipping up and kneeling down next to me, helping me to lean on the desk. "That was amazing, Tutor." I told him, leaning on his shoulder instead, finding comfort in the strong arms. "You'll probably need this." He kissed me softly, and handed me a morning after pill. I thanked him, wondering if this would happen every time I came in for tutoring. "I don't think I'll ever forget the Czars now, Tutor." I laughed, my chest feeling light when he joined me. "That was definitely my goal, pet." He kissed the top of my head this time, and pulled my skirt down, allowing me to fall asleep with out combined juices leaking from my hole.