Tutoring

Pulling up a chair, he sat down right next to her and the tutoring began...








Sadly, nothing was accomplished. It wasn't that there was no spark or anything, but nothing happened except tutoring. Alley went home disappointed, but eager for tomorrow. It was so obvious he felt something for her. Every little wink, or gesture, or secret smile pointed to it. Now after a hot day of dreaming, she was throbbing and really needed to get off. Her juices were flowing so much, that when she took off her skirt she found her panties were quite damp. She sat on her bed and began stroking her thighs lightly, then moved up to her spot and started rubbing slowly... As she caressed faster, moving her hips to the rhythm she was creating, she thought about what would've happened today...








Alley sat on Mr. Roberts' desk fully clothed. He stood in front of her without a shirt.





"You've been a bad student, Alley," he teased. "You haven't learned anything today, have you?"





"No, Mr. Roberts."





"As punishment, you will have to do what I say. First, take off your shoes." Alley did just as he said. "Now take off your shirt," he said, slightly hoarse. Alley did it slowly, letting him see her skin inch by inch... until her chest was finally revealed for him. He looked at her breasts held together by a black lacy bra, and Alley watched him quickly unzip his pants, freeing his hard bulge. He adored her gasp at the size.





"Now your skirt," he said in a strained voice. She slid it down her thighs and let if fall to the floor. It was Mr. Roberts' turn to gasp when he saw she wasn't wearing anything underneath. He was staring at an 18-year-old pussy.





She spread her legs wide and made a beckoning motion with her finger. "Come here, Mr. Roberts. Do you want me?"








Alley reached her orgasm then, coming all over her hand, whispered, "Oh, Mr. Roberts."








Across town in an apartment, a twenty-seven-year-old man was in the process of his own masturbation, also thinking of someone...







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The next day Alley was trying very hard to pay attention during her tutoring. She wanted to graduate with a better grade than a C for science... especially for Mr. Roberts. But as long as he remained sexy, the more she daydreamed. And, ah, did he remain sexy...








Alley ran her fingers through his hair as she cried out in pleasure. Mr. Roberts was licking her pussy, which had been covered in whipped cream.





"Mmmm, Alley," he whispered. "Your pussy tastes so good, you don't need the whipped cream for me to enjoy your sweetness." With that he dove back down and began pleasuring her clit. She was on the brink of an orgasm -








when she heard a loud bang. She gasped and returned to reality, coming face-to-face with the real Mr. Roberts, glowering down at her. He was standing in front of her desk now; he had just slammed the textbook down in order to get her attention.





"Why don't you do some of the reading tonight and tell me what you learned about this scientist?" he said sternly. Alley shivered.





"Y-Y-Yes, sir," she stuttered, disappointed in herself for upsetting Mr. Roberts.







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Daniel Roberts sat at his desk with his head in his hands. He couldn't keep it in any longer. He wanted Alley Harper, and he wanted her bad.

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