Busty Blonde Spinner Fucks Her Tutor

Title: “Busty Blonde Spinner Fucks Her Way to Honors”

-me in various states of undress and pleasure as a result of my advanced skills, knowledge and Academy Award-winning performance. Enjoy! xx

INT. LIBRARY – DAY

“Remember Samantha, your grades are not improving,” says John, the devastatingly handsome History tutor, leaning over the desk, his chiseled jawline quivering with concern for my academic well-being. I lean back in MY chair, allowing my low-cut blouse to reveal tantalizing glimpses of my ample cleavage.

“I know, Mr. John,” I purr, batting my long, flirty lashes at him. “But I just have SO much trouble concentrating.”

This sparks his interest. John’s inky brows furrow in puzzlement as he watches my manicured fingers trace circles on my exposed thigh.

“I’m…not sure I understand,” he says, his rich, baritone voice betraying a hint of desire.

Crossing my long, shapely legs, I let out a low moan. “It’s just…all these big, dense words and numbers. They blend together, if you know what I mean.”

I punctuate the sentence with a wink and uncross my legs, giving him a teasing view of the lacy tops of my thigh-high stockings and a peek at my lack of panties.

John swallows. Hard.

“Well, Samantha, perhaps a…more hands-on approach would help,” he suggests, leaning forwards, his calloused fingers running up a bare inch of my thigh.

“Mmm, yes…” I breathe, my voice an octave lower. “I’m sure a deep, intense session between four walls would do wonders.”

John’s emerald eyes darken. My salon-tanned thigh gloves his large hand like it belongs there.

“It’s important you pick this up quickly,” he whispers, an agenda behind his tone. “What would you say to some one-on-one tutoring sessions here?”

“Yes,” I hiss, putting my arms behind me, arching my back to shove my enormous, perky tits further up in my blouse. The buttons strain, threatening to pop free. “Oh, yes.”

John groans, his other hand going to the waistband of MY sweatpants (a leftover ‘gift’ from an ex).

In one swift motion, I shimmy out and peel the wet sweatpants off my shaved, glistening pussy, revealing my diamond-studded cunt jewellery. Even though it’s my birthday suit, I look INCREDIBLE, my lean, tattooed body glowing with sex appeal.

“Well,” I coo, “I think there’s one history lesson in particular you need to give me.”

And before he can say, “History?” my cunt devours his hand, my wetness swallowing him to the knuckle. He groans, his massive, rock-hard cock throbbing against my thigh.

“Fuck, Samantha,” he pants into my ear, long fingers pumping two, then three, into my tight snatch. My pussy gushes around him, drenching his wrist.

“I HOPE YOU’RE TAKING GOOD NOTES,” I scream at the universe as I come on his fingers, my head thrown back in utter bliss.

John pulls his soaked digits out, bringing them to his lips. He moans as he tastes my sweetness, replacing his fingers with his tongue. I buck my hips as he dives into my cunt, ravaging it, teaching it new truths.

I reach down, palming his rock-hard dick through his pullover hoodie. I yank it down to his feet, letting his Big Dick Energy bounce free. Curling my fingers around his thick, girthy (yet not too girthy) cock, I guide him to my entrance, his foreskin sliding against my folds.

“I’m ready for the final exam,” I moan, throwing a leg over his shoulder.

And then, in one swift motion, John hilts himself, wrapping my wet walls tightly around his entire length, stretching me to the edges of ecstasy. I clench my muscles around him, milking his thick, pulsing flesh.

His eyes roll back as he groans in utter bliss and bliss, bottoming out inside my dripping snatch. I gasp as the tip of his cock stretches my lower walls, pulsing on my cervix.

“Oh, FUCK!” I yell, clawing at his toned back, my pussy gripping him like a velvet vise. “Professor! TEACH ME!”

he begins to thrust, fucking into me harder and deeper. I bounce on his cock, rolling my hips, moaning loudly as he fills and stretches my tight cunt.

I take his throbbing cock balls-deep, gasping as his swollen head kisses my cervix. My wet walls clench and squeeze around his length, milking him. He shudders, his jaw clenching tight as he tries to stave off his orgasm.

But I need his cum inside me. I NEED to pass this. My pussy starts to spasm, and I come, hard, my pussy muscles rippling along his shaft, milking him.

With a roar, John buries himself inside me to the hilt and erupts, pumping thick ropes of hot cum into my randy cunt. I feel his hot seed flood my fertile womb, and I throw my head back with a scream, my nails raking down his muscled back as I come again, my pussy milking him for every last drop.

We collapse together on the couch, panting, our bodies slick with sweat. I grin up at him, biting my lip.

“So…did I pass?” I ask coyly.

John chuckles, pulling me into his strong, virile arms.

“With flying colours, my dear Samantha,” he says, his eyes gleaming with desire. “With flying colours.”

THE END