When my friend Sophie asked me if I’d tutor her in Spanish, I agreed immediately. Sophie’s unbelievably hot, and I’d harbored a huge crush on her, as had half the men on campus. I figured I had no chance with her, being an average grad student with a pretty nerdy look, including glasses. But we’d become close friends over the two years we’d been in college together. Although we got along well, there was no way I could tell her about all the kinky fantasies I’d had about her—or so I thought.
But when we started our sessions, I found that her Spanish was almost as good as mine. She hadn’t gotten all A’s, but she hardly needed a tutor. I began to wonder if she was trying to give me a different kind of message, especially because she usually showed up at our biweekly meetings in tiny skirts and revealing tops, and would touch my arm and giggle. One day while we were conjugating verbs, she asked, “How do you say ‘horny’ in Spanish? That’s one I’m sure I’ll be needing.” Then she laughed and brushed against me.
When I turned to her, the electricity flying between us was unmistakable. “I think our lesson for the day is over, Sophie, because the things I want to tell you I can’t say in Spanish—like get down on the floor, kneel before me, and suck my cock.” I couldn’t believe I had actually said those words! I’m usually soft-spoken and respectful, but she brought out my hidden dominant side. I’d always had kinky thoughts but had never acted on them until that moment. Sophie didn’t bat an eye. As if we’d been doing this for years, she immediately knelt before me and stared upward with a look I can only describe as submissive written across her face.
“That’s right. You’ve been coming in here and teasing me and making my cock hard. I do need to teach you Spanish and make sure you get an A. But first you have something even more important to take care of,” I said, taking out my dick.
I was rock-hard and couldn’t wait to watch her suck me off. She leaned forward, but as she reached for my shaft, I pushed her hands away. “Keep your hands behind your back—you don’t need them, just use that slutty mouth of yours.” Then I guided my cock between her waiting, open lips, sighing in pleasure as her tongue made contact with my shaft. She looked like she was enjoying this as much as I was, and I could tell from how quickly she obeyed me that she liked being told what to do—and sucking cock. Her mouth wrapped around me, and she quickly acclimated to not being able to use her hands. The combined feeling of her wet mouth and submissive posture was overwhelming. I’d been entertaining fantasies about Sophie for so long that her head bobbing and her red lipstick getting smeared as she maneuvered around my dick felt almost too good to be true.
She had obviously studied the art of the blowjob because she wonderfully handled my full, firm eight inches, gliding up and down, and using her saliva to make everything perfectly wet. I lightly placed my hands on her hair, thrusting forward as she eased her mouth down my shaft. We worked up to a faster and faster rhythm, and she was able to swallow my whole length with no problem. “I’m gonna come in your mouth, and you’re gonna swallow every drop,” I said, my voice nearly becoming a sexy growl. She made a mewling sound that I hoped meant she was getting wet from doing this. I soon shot my load right into her mouth, and almost immediately, Sophie was gulping down my come like it was chocolate sauce.
She finally rose with a satisfied smile on her face. Her hands were still pressed behind her back, making her breasts thrust forward. Suddenly, I was hungry for her nipples, and without asking, I lifted up her shirt, lowered her bra, and took one nub into my mouth. It was puckered, and I started lapping at it with my tongue while I twisted the other one. Her breathing got more labored, but she didn’t speak, and I kept on tormenting her nipples. After about five minutes, I eased back so I could look at them. They were still hard but had become a darker shade of rose and looked lovely. I could have feasted on them for hours, but I tweaked them between my fingers instead, vowing to buy her a set of nipple clamps if she did well in her class.
Then I moved my hand lower, down between her legs. I rubbed her pussy through her tight jeans, teasing her. She was clearly wet, and I eventually allowed her to move her hands and remove her pants, but instructed her to keep on her cute white bikini panties. There was something so innocent about them, and knowing that Sophie was the opposite of innocence made me want to see her wearing them. Plus, I found that I enjoyed teasing her, knowing that I possessed the power to allow her to strip or to come—or not.
I massaged her cunt slowly, and while she wiggled a little against my fingers, trying to get me to work her over more quickly, I ignored her silent pleas and went at my own leisurely pace. I slid my fingers underneath the waistband of the panties and felt her sleek wetness as her lips parted to take in my digits. Then I had to take off her panties entirely. I looked around, not sure where to put them at first. Then I said, “Open your mouth,” and stuffed them inside before resuming my pussy play. I heard her muffled cries as I brought her closer and closer to orgasm, feeling her tunnel tighten around my fingers. I wanted her to come, but I wanted to tease her as well. I pulled my fingers out and she moaned against the cotton, then gave me a pleading look.
“Don’t worry, Sophie. I will let you come, but I want to make a deal with you first. If you get all A’s in Spanish, I’ll take you over my knee and spank your ass for as long as you like. But if you get a B or lower, not just on your final grade, but on any test or quiz, you’re not even going to be allowed to masturbate. Your poor pussy will have to wait until your brain catches up. What do you say to that?” I asked as I stroked her slit.
“Yes, yes, whatever you want,” she said when I took the panties out of her mouth and simultaneously slammed my fingers inside her. She jerked against me, really squeezing my digits as her orgasm wound its way through her body. I liked knowing that I could do that to her, and that we each relished our roles as top and bottom respectively, like we’d been born to play them.
After she came, she licked her juices off my fingers. “Is there anything else I can do for you, sir?” she asked. The way she tacked on “sir” at the end had my cock raging once again, and I answered by bending her over the table and sliding my dick inside her. She was still wet and tight from her climax, and I fucked her hard, grateful that I could do what I wanted with her body and know she’d like it. “Don’t come this time, Sophie. You haven’t earned that privilege.” She moaned a long, keening cry, and I wasn’t sure if it was over disappointment about not being able to climax or arousal at being the recipient of another order.
I laughed as I watched her squirm, looking on as I slid my cock almost all the way out of her pussy, then rammed it back in. It didn’t take long before I was coming, spurting my cream into her cunt.
I pulled out and then didn’t touch her again, leaving Sophie to get dressed and feel what had to be an ache of longing between her legs. “Now I’m also going to give you an added assignment. Before we meet again, I want you to learn how to say, ‘cock,’ ‘blowjob,’ and ‘yes, sir’ in Spanish. That’s in addition to you getting an A on next week’s quiz. Do you understand?”
Sophie stared into my eyes and smiled before saying she did. I stepped closer. “And to prepare you, no masturbating at all until we see each other next. Don’t try to cheat, either. I’ll know.” She shuddered, and I gave her short hair a playful tug before allowing her to gather her things and walk away.
I can’t wait for our next tutoring session. I no longer feel like a nerd, but a kinky stud who has begun to realize his potential.
—Mr. T.C., New Haven, Connecticut