SAT Slut

Me And My Sexy Tutor

I can remember it like it was yesterday. My SAT is fast approaching, and I’m nowhere near ready. Professor Marks knew that when he offered to tutor me, I was elated. I’ve always had big dreams, so I need to nail my SATs. We would meet every Thursday in the library, and many nights we stayed until after dark. He was so patient, kind, firm, but never condescending. The kind of teacher everyone dreams of.

After a few weeks, I feel I’m not getting anywhere. He also senses I’m losing focus. In the air, the smell of old textbooks, the low buzz of the halogen lights. The lights are low since Professor Marks hadn’t turned all of them on. After quite a while of me clearly being unfocused, twirling my hair, twirling my pencil, and popping my gum, he slammed shut the textbook. “If you’re not going to take this seriously, I can go home and spend the night with my wife and kids” he says in an annoyed tone. “No please, I’m trying Professor Marks’ I just feel we’ve been going over this” I beg.

I just need a good grade on my SAT

I have an idea that will be fun and help you focus? He asks gently. Although I know nothing will make this fun, I agree. “Ok read out loud do not stop unless I tell you to”. He says. Will this help me with my SAT’s? I asked? So I begin reading.

That’s when I feel a soft, warm tingle on my thigh (I was wearing a skirt). I pause as I look down and see his hand on my thigh. He peers up at me from under his glasses. “Do not stop reading no matter what I will not repeat myself again.” He says firmly. So I continue I really need this. His hand warm and soft, he uses his finger tips to trail up my thigh. The tingles are building as I feel butterflies in my lower region. I’m embarrassed as I also feel wetness in my panties. The tingles in my pussy will not get me a good SAT score, but I am a S.A.T Slut.

A Hard Cock And Me The SAT Slut

At this point, I’m still very inexperienced and nervous. While I read aloud, reaches to my kitty, tucked away in a pair of bikini cut panties (I’m not allowed to wear thongs). He uses his fingers to slightly rub up and down my slit. I try to close my legs but he pushes them apart. As he’s rubbing up and down my lips he notices my panties are wet. I blush and look away. He chuckles. As he continues, my reading becomes more breathy. He creates a delicious sensation in my panties. I wonder if he knows I am a SAT Slut.

Next, I feel him slide my panties to the side, I try to cross my legs. He immediately clears his throat, signaling displeasure. So I allow my legs to fall open. “Have you ever done anything like this?” He asks. I shake no. “Good” he replies. He uses his middle finger to part my lower lips, which makes me moan. He finds my clit, which I couldn’t even successfully find at this point, sending me into overdrive. Still, I continue to read. Finally, he tries to enter with his finger which made me wince. “Does it hurt?” He asks, I nod yes. “That’s ok stand up do not stop reading,” he demands.

So I do as told. We stand, he bends me over the table. I continue as I feel him slide my panties down. He grips my ass cheeks and he spreads my pussy lips. Then I feel immense pressure and a slight sting at the entrance. I let out a high pitch squeal, he hushes me. He continues pushing inside of me. That’s when I realize it’s not his finger, I look back, he give me a stern look, so I turn around.

Fucking A SAT Slut

Finally, he’s all the way in, it’s uncomfortable. It stings, feels stretched. He gently thrusts in and out, which starts to feel better. Inside, it feels like waves. Then he reaches around, sliding one hand under my shirt to fondle my little breast, the other finds my clit, he makes little circles as he slowly slides his entire shaft in and out. My legs shake, I try to continue, but I more than reading comes out. Which causes him to speed up. This feeling is so intense I don’t know what to do. I try to hold it. Just like Uncle Rod was fucking on at the Thanksgiving :Fuck Fest

“Just let it go” He instructs. I didn’t know what he meant. I tried but couldn’t bend more; he offers complete access. Which he took full advantage of, sliding in and out completely and forcefully.

Finally my insides squeeze around his cock.

”That’s right good girl”. As he continues, my pussy pulsates around his shaft. I feel an unfamiliar explosion. As my entire body fills with pleasure. As my walls pulse around him like a heartbeat. I can also feel his cock do the same, his seed spills inside of me. Oh shit, he realized it too.

He turns me around lifts me onto the table, parts my legs i look away. As he kneels between my legs, “You have nothing to worry about, you have a beautiful, tight, pretty little pussy Tiffany, and it feels heavenly”. He says as he kisses and licks my lips, then sucks his nut out of me. Then he stands, looks at me, and says, “There you go, all cleaned up. Same time next week? We’re going to nail those SATs”. Then winks, packs up and heads out the door. I love being a SAT Slut.

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