Gia Di Bella Schools Tiniest Anatomy Tutor Turns Slutty Overnight

The Erotic Educator

Gia Di Bella, the minxish minx, sashayed into the classroom, the tips of her bitten nails caressing the skipping ropeازم ached around her slender waist. Her pencil skirt, as tight as a corset, hugged her curves, stopping just above the garter belt that held up her seamless stockings. She wore a crisp white blouse, the top buttons undone to reveal the lacy cups of her push-up bra. Her Dunkin’ Donuts catalogue hair was pulled into a high ponytail that bounced with each slinky step.

“Morning class,” Gia purred, her voice dripping with insinuation as she slunk behind the teacher’s desk. She pushed her ample cleavage together with her forearms and leaned forward, her eyes sparkling with mischief. “Today we begin your lessons in doing me justice. Who wants to start?”

The room was silent, save for the shuffling of feet and nervous clearing of throats. The tiny tutor scrambled to attention, his shaking hands clutching a notebook and pen. He was timid, a precious dingbat, all innocence and bumbling nerves. Gia grinned, a wicked gleam in her eye.

“Come up here, sweetheart,” she cooed, crooking a manicured finger at him. “Let’s see what have you to learn.”

The little man approached, his jaw quivering as he stood before the desk. Gia stood up, her lithe form towering over him. She placed both hands on the desk and leaned over, her cleavage yawned invitingly. “Now teach us. What do you know?” she whispered, her warm breath tickling his ear.

The boy stammered, his mind short circuiting at the close proximity of the busty temptress. “Well cetitut-Bstige, I wetteff-” he choked out. Gia smiled, a predatory glint in her eye.

She reached out a hand and gently caressed his trembling cheek. “Don’t be afraid, baby,” she whispered. “Sometimes, the best way to learn is by getting hands on.”

With that, she grabbed the boy by the collar and pulled him in close, her pillowy lips crashing against his in a bruising kiss. The collateral damage was immediate; his notebook fell to the floor, his pen clattering across the desk. Gia’s tongue invaded his mouth, twirling around his own, her soft lips molding against his. He whimpered into her mouth, his mewls of Protest swallowed by her hungry kiss.

Her hands roamed his body, her fingers deftly unfastening his belt and zipper. She pushed at his pants, letting them pool around his ankles. The boy gasped, his member springing free, hard and throbbing. Gia smirked. “Mmm, someone’s excited,” she said, her voice husky.

She wrapped her hand around his shaft, stroking him from base to tip. The boy shuddered, his knees going weak. Gia pulled away from the kiss, leaving him panting. She bent over the desk, her skirt riding up to reveal her lace-pantied ass. “Come on, baby,” she purred, wiggling her hips. “Stick it in.”

The boy hesitated, his mind warring between his lust and his propriety. Gia looked back at him, her eyes smoldering with desire. “Don’t you want to fuck this tight pussy?” she asked, her voice a seductive purr.

He nodded, unable to muster a coherent response. He stepped forward, his trembling hands grasping her hips. Gia reached back, grabbing his straining member and guiding it to her slick opening. She bit her lip as he pressed against her, holding her breath as he slowly sheathed himself inside.

Gia’s head fell forward, a guttural moan escaping her lips as he entered her. She was tight, her walls clenching around him like a vice. The boy started to move, his hips thrusting in short, shallow movements. Gia met each thrust with a backwards roll of her hips, grinding against him.

The desk creaked under the force of their coupling, papers and pencils scattering across the floor. Gia’s moans grew louder, her fingers clawing at the desk as she chased her climax. The boy thrust faster, harder, taking her with a ferocity he didn’t know he possessed. His balls tightened against his body and with a final, hard thrust, he came, his seed spurting into her. Gia cried out, her orgasm crashing over her in waves.

They stayed like that, panting and trembling, until the little man’s spent member slipped out of her. Gia turned around, her face flushed and her hair mussed. She looked at the boy, a satisfied smile on her lips. “Not bad,” she said, patting him on the head. “But there’s still so much more to learn.”

She stepped over his discarded pants, her heels clicking against the floor as she made her way to the class. “And who else wants to give private lessons for the teacher?” she asked, her eyes roaming over the sea of nervous faces. A hand shot up, followed by another, until all were eagerly waving, their desire burning brighter than their shame.