The Tutor Fantasy
It's a late summer night, not too hot. The fan and the crickets compete for sound dominance. I'm tired, but I can't sleep and I want to come. Dan is lying perfectly still next to me, hands folded neatly across his belly. I know he's not asleep. He never falls asleep before me. I glance at the clock--six hours and we have to be up. If we fuck, we'll be lucky to get five.
I roll over and kiss his jaw. He doesn't move. He's thinking the same thing I am--six hours--and he's going to ignore me until I go away. I nibble his ear. I suck at his neck. My hand creeps down his belly. Nothing.
I nuzzle in closer to him, caressing his ear with my tongue. I whisper, "I know I'm failing geometry, and I know my parents only hired you to tutor me--but if you take the test for me, I would so totally suck you--" he groans, and I know I have him, but I add "--but you so couldn't come in my mouth."
With that, he's on me. He pins me and shoves up my tank top and takes my tit in his mouth and sucks the nipple hard, so hard that I imagine it turning giant and purple, and then he's grabbing my hair and whispering fiercely, "If I take the test for you, you'll let me come in your mouth, your hair, your pussy, your ass--anywhere I want."
I'm wet in an instant, just as he went hard in an instant, and we're off.
We have to pull back for a moment, setting things up to make the fantasy work. He props himself up on his pillows, and I jump out of bed to switch on a nightlight so we can see something of what we're doing without being blinded by a lamp. I slip into a pair of cotton panties and shorts, even put on a bra under my tank. I like to be undressed, I guess; not fetish-level, but it's important to me. Dan doesn't care so much, or maybe it was too hot to add more clothes. He's in his underwear, anyway.
Now we're ready.
I sit next to him on the bed, cross-legged, and put a finger childishly into my mouth. This bad-at-geometry girl--in my head I've named her Lee--regresses when she's confronted by awkward situations. "I don't know," I say dubiously. "I don't think that's very fair, to ask me to do... all that."
"What's fair?" he asks off-handedly. He folds his arms behind his head and stares at the ceiling. "I mean, if you don't care about what college you get into, I guess it doesn't matter. I can just tutor you, take your parents' money, and I haven't really lost anything... But taking a test for you. That's something else entirely. If I get caught, I want to at least be able to remember fucking you in the ass."
My pussy is twitching, practically aching, and if he rolled me over and slipped his cock into me right now, I'd probably come on contact. But that would certainly ruin the fun, so I just continue to keep my finger hooked in my mouth and staring at him. "I can't," I whisper. "I've never done... any of that... with anyone... before."
"You offered to suck my cock, and you've never done it before?"
I shake my head.
"What makes you think I want a rank amateur anywhere near my cock?"
"Maybe... you could teach me?"
He grunts, then reaches up and grabs my head, pulling it down to his cock. "Open your mouth," he growls, and pulls his cock out of his underwear. He's stone-hard, fully elongated, and I want him in my mouth so badly that I'm salivating. "Keep your jaws open wide--I don't want your teeth on me--and close your lips around me. Move your mouth all the way down on my shaft until you meet the top of my fist. That way, you'll know you've gone far enough, and you can pull back up."
"Oh... kay," I say shakily. In character, I'm dubious. In reality, I'm so ready, even though he's bending me in half at the worst possible angle. I don't know if Lee here is smart enough to protest or shift. She probably will be when I'm too stiff to continue in this position, though, I decide.
I decide to be as literal as possible, given Dan's instructions, so I keep my jaw open as wide as I can, not touching his penis even the slightest bit as he pushes me down onto his shaft. My lips bump into the thumb and index finger curled around his penis; my downward movement stops, and I clamp down on his cock, full on suction. His body jumps, and he groans and thrusts at my mouth. I smile around his cock. Victory. I did it wrong but in character, and he still loves it.
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He guides my head up and down on his shaft a few times, and I luxuriate in the feeling of the soft-hard tip of his cock stroking the back of my tongue. I don't know what that's all about, why that sensation feels so good to me. I don't think that's what the oral fixation is about, but maybe I'm wrong, and I'm just orally fixated. I just know I love it, and whether it's a thumb or two fingers or a cock aiming at my throat, it's almost as good as coming.
Lee catches on--she's a faster learner than her geometry grades would indicate--and I'm bobbing up and down dutifully, hitting Dan's knuckle with my upper lip each time I go down. My bottom lip is hitting the crook of his thumb, and sliding against it slightly, and I'm digging that, too. The roughness of the skin on his hand contrasted with the softness of the skin of his cock heightens the sensations around my mouth. My lips are tingling.
Then Dan fucks me over a bit--as I'm slurping on a downward stroke, Dan takes his hand away, and I keep descending, searching for that elusive circle of Dan's thumb and index finger that will let me know that I can pull backwards. It's not there! I press my mouth all the way down to scratchy pubic hair, practically gagging as Dan's cock slides deep into my throat. The bastard got me to deep-throat him!
Lee wouldn't know what to call it, but she surely wouldn't like it. I pull back with a slurping pop and squawk, "What the hell was that?"
"Just getting you to do what you said you'd do," Dan said, and pushed me back onto him.
I make some muffled protests around the meat in my mouth, but his hand is on the back of my head again, and I'm sucking and slurping up and down. I pick up the speed and increase my tongue-action, and Dan groans slightly, then more and deeper. "Oh, yeah," he pants. "That's the stuff."
My cunt is an aching hole by this point, and I hope this won't last much longer. I wiggle out of my hunched-over sitting position and make it to all fours. Since this deepens the throat action, Dan doesn't complain, in character or out. I then wiggle my rear end around so that my ass is prominently displayed in Dan's view--prelude to a sixty-nine, kind of, though that's not exactly what I want at this point.
Dan obliges by reaching out a hand and caressing the globe of my ass, clutching at the flesh now and then as I hit a particularly sensitive spot with Lee's studied lack of finesse. Soon enough, though, squeezing and caressing turns into the stroking of my crack, back and forth, forth and back, over the fabric of my shorts and panties. I whine and wriggle, and the friction increases, until he reaches out and cups my pussy, pressing against it. I push against his hand, rubbing myself semi-furiously--but this is not to be. I've stopped paying attention to the cock. Dan grabs my hair again and reminds me of my primary duty.
When I'm back on course, though, he returns to my ass and my crack. He slides two fingers under my shorts and begins running his fingers over the crotch of my panties. "Your underwear is wet," he whispers. "You slut."
I whimper into his balls, and continue pumping my head.
He slides two fingers now into my panties, and runs them up and down the actual crack of my flesh, and I tremble. He goes slowly. The way I'm presenting, my lips don't open automatically--he's going to have to work for it, and he's going to make me wait, too. One stroke, two strokes, and he's still only parting pubic hair; three strokes and he's found the oozing seam. Four strokes, and he's perhaps a centimeter in. Five strokes, and he's parting the outer lips. Six strokes and he's--oh, god. My clit.
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