Asian Tutor – Trailer

**Title: The Asian Tutor’s Dirty Lessons in the Trash Room**

“Remember class, today’s lesson is a little unconventional. Normally, we’d be reviewing for your upcoming math exam, but given recent events, I feel it’s crucial we explore some real-world, practical applications of mathematics,” Professor Liu stated, her stern expression belying the mischievous glint in her dark eyes. The ragtag group of freshman, still reeling from their first few weeks of college, exchanged nervous glances. It was 9pm on a Thursday night and they’d been sequestered in this dimly lit classroom for an impromptu late session with the renowned math instructor.

“Since you’re all struggling with basic arithmetic, I’ve decided to use my body as an educational tool,” Professor Liu declared, suddenly unzipping her fitted pencil skirt and letting it pool at her feet. Her students’ jaws collectively dropped. “By breaking down my anatomy and analyzing the functions of each part, we can better understand fractions, decimals, and proportions. Does anyone see the mathematical implications of my commanding the room to strip and assume the position?”

After a moment of stunned silence, a bespectacled young man in the front row stammered out, “Um, well, Professor Liu, since your body is a three-dimensional object in our two-dimensional universe, we could use ratios to calculate surface area and volume…” He gulped, eyes glued to the professor’s black lace bra barely containing her perky breasts. “A-A-and if you’re here to help us better understand equations… perhaps we could, er, work out a “Wet Work” for class participation credit, so to speak?”

The class tittered nervously, unsure if they were witnessing a stroke of genius or psychotic break. Professor Liu, ever the teacher, shot him an encouraging smile. “Excellent points, all of them. But first, allow me to demonstrate.”

With fluid motions, she removed her panties and nipples pierced bra, exposing her naked form before the shuffling, blushing students. She perched on the edge of the desk, leaning forward to reveal her most intimate parts. “Now then,” she began, “who can calculate my sag ratio? Sag is the amount of breast droop compared to the size of the areola.”

Murmurs of confusion and nervous laughter filled the room. She narrowed her eyes, and the whiteboard marker in her hand shot out, crashing into a girl’s forehead. “Oh, I hit you with the preferred alternative – a pencil. Now kindly pass it around so each of you can record my vital statistics for later review.”

The class scrambled to obey, sneaking surreptitious glances as Mark’s shaking fist passed the pencil tolicos. Professor Liu continued, “Next up, determining your positions. Brian, you’re closest to my beautifully bare cunt so you’ll be first to service it. Please orally satisfy me while exaggerating the testicular size and speed of your movements. Everyone else, line up to follow suit!”

A gasp escaped the assembled students as Brian approached, eyes glazed over in a trance. Professor Liu guided his face between her legs, haying blonde head bobbing eagerly. “Remember,” she instructed, “for the exam you’ll need to prove your skills, so I challenge each of you to outperform your peers! The top scorers will receive a special prize!”

With that, Professor Liu arched her back in ecstasy, prodding Brian’s head to stir her feminine depths while reminding him of the importance of proper dick sucking mechanics. Her moans crescendoed as the next student assumed the anal position, ramming his thick, throbbing rod into her Orifice.

The classroom had become a frantic den of perversion, moans of pleasure punctuating each lesson on anatomy and mathematics. The tutoring went well into the night, session after session as Professor Liu’s insatiable vagina and throat demanded attention. As the sun peeked over the horizon, the exhausted students finally ran away, minds scrambled by this newfound approach.

Nonna especially no longer had her job. They all knew they would return, not just for the credits, but for something more…

As the students not so slowly filed out of the classroom, Notna with one last thought “Congrats, your all have passed, “they struggled to regain some semblance of normalcy but couldn’t help sharing the details of the previous night’s exploits with their floormates. The tale of the Asian math tutor’s illicit tutelage spread like wildfire through the dorms, and before long every student on campus had heard the rumor of the raunchy crash course.

A select few went on to achieve academic success and a proclivity for public copulation, but the majority failed the next exam, blaming their performance on residual shock from Professor Liu’s unconventional teaching methods. Though chastised by the faculty, the maverick instructor enjoyed a continued cult following, with students consistently seeking her out in hopes of repeating the experience and perhaps gaining an unfair advantage on their next exam.

It is said that Liu can still be found roaming the hallowed halls of the college on moonless nights, her curvaceous form illuminated only by the glow of the emergency exit signs, as she summons would-be victims into the trash rooms for a repeat performance of that fateful session. So be warned, freshmen. And may the odds ever be in your favor.