Tutor Says “Maybe I can just jerk you off and we don’t look at each other”

The silver-haired girl looked up at her tutor through her long lashes, biting her plump bottom lip as she struggled with the complex calculus equation on her homework. Her golden eyes sparkled with innocent confusion as she returned his patient, guiding gaze. “I’m just not getting it,” she sighed, her sweet voice heavy with adolescent frustration. “The principles seem simple enough, but the application eludes me.”

Older by a decade and a half, the tutoring professor leaned forward, his dark eyes intense and focused behind his glasses as he pointed to a specific part of the problem. “You’re coming at this from the wrong angle, Cadence. Let’s break this down into its core components. If you attack each part individually, the final compr–”

He cut himself off mid-sentence, eyes widening slightly as pajama shorts road up her slender thighs. The warm haziness of the late afternoon sunlight through the dorm room window cast breaking shadows over her supple, tanned skin. A bead of sweat trickled down between the valley of her breasts, hidden only by a thin tank top two sizes too small. He swallowed, hard, and looked away.

Cadence leaned in closer, her sweet floral scent enveloping him. Her hand reached out and touched his forearm lightly. “I’m at my wit’s end here, Professor. Maybe we need a break. A slight change in strategy, perhaps?” Her ruby red lips curled into a devilish smirk.

He removed his glasses, rubbing the bridge of his nose. This was not what he was paid for, but damn if she didn’t drive him wild. The foundations of his morality quaked under her suggestive gaze. “Miss surviving, I’m not sure that’s a good idea. This is a place of learning.”

Cadence slid off her chair, moving to straddle his lap. Her pert rear nestled perfectly in his crotch as she wrapped her arms around his neck. “Come on. You can’t tell me you don’t want this.” She leaned in, her breasts brushing his chest. “In just a little bit of a study break, I bet you can explain this problem to me in less time than a whole hour of sore eyes and dry erase.”

He grabbed her hips firmly, trying to maintain his composure. “Cadence, you’re playing with fire and we could get in serious trouble. This is highly unethical.”

Smirking, she ground her hips into his crotch. “Aww, but you feel so good. Maybe I can just jerk you off and we don’t look at each other. Discretion is key, no?” Her nimble fingers started dipping under his belt.

He closed his eyes tightly, fighting to resist her teenage wiles. The rational, ethical part of him knew this was insanely wrong. Him, a seasoned classical music major, and her, a blushing barely out of braces girl. Yet his manhood swelled to full attention under her sensual touches. “Fine,” he relented with limitless shame. “Quick and quiet. Before anyone catches wind of this scandalous nonsense.”

Her lips curved into a wicked grin, and she quickly unfastened his belt buckle and zipper. “No one will ever find out, promise.” She slid her small hand into his boxers, her slender fingers wrapping around his hard shaft.

He inhaled sharply, his resolve crumbling. She pumped his manhood with firm strokes, her soft hand applying delicious pressure. He squeezed his eyes shut, trying not to make a scene. This was so dangerous. That delicious friction felt too good though.

Meanwhile, Cadence giggled to herself feeling his cock throb under tight grasp. She pumped faster, reveling in turning on her tutor. His pants were flooded with a huge bulge. She couldn’t believe she got him this aroused from just a little bit of flirting.

College girls were sneaky that way though. Using their goddess bodies to get their way, since most academic boys were too distracted by acidic lust to formulate sentences around their slutty antics. Why else would she wear these-trash sonce of pajamas and shove her assets three inches from his face?

He gripped his chair so hard his knuckles turned white. His hips jerked involuntarily as she worked faster. “Careful, not so loud,” he hissed through gritted teeth. “I’m getting close.”

Giggling, Cadence doubled her efforts. “I want you too, Prof. I’m so wet you’re gonna make me–mmm!”

Contorting her own body, she shook against in complete ecstacy. She squirted hard, soaking through her pajama bottoms. Jasmine and sweet girl-cum-depature seeped out against his cock. “Oh god,” she whimpered.

The warmth and trembling against him triggered his own climax. He exploded hard into her rough grip, stringy ropes of cum shooting up and coating her body. They both shuddered, breathing hard in the sensual afterglow.

Rubbing the pearly jizz onto her body, she smiled. “Don’t worry Prof, you taught me a very valuable lesson today.”Cadence winked over her shoulder as she pranced downstairs, pretending the whole thing innocent. “I got it! It all makes sense now.”

Drenched in sweat and shame, the Greek in him couldn’t be prouder. “All in a day’s work, Miss surviving.”