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AUTHOR'S NOTE AND A WARNING TO READERS: This story contains rough anal sex - including things such as going from ass to mouth - and as the title suggests, that is the focus of the story. It is ANAL ONLY - There is no vaginal penetration at all. Even though the sex is rough, both of the characters clearly consent. Read the tags and make sure you are comfortable with them before you proceed. Thank you!
The story is a work of fiction, and all of the characters within are above the age of eighteen.
All of my work - including this one - is copyrighted.
--- PRIVATE TUTOR - SUBJECT: ANAL SEX ---
You can never be too old for building LEGO models. At least, that is what Jonathan - aged 28, and a bit of a nerd - believed, as he was working on a miniature replica of the Taj Mahal, complete with the full gardens. But it was an expensive hobby, and even though his nine-to-five job at a logistics company paid reasonably well, inflation had certainly affected his spending habits. That's why he had first decided to become a private tutor on the weekends to bring in some extra cash.
His alarm rang, meaning it was time to get in the shower. Jonathan followed a rigorous schedule - his every task planned out, often including minute details. Organized and pedantic, he would have made for an excellent teacher if only his social skills were a tad more refined. Having little patience for children, he was thankful the company that had hired him included an option for only dealing with adults - primarily people in college with wealthy parents, though a few of his clients were older and in community college as well.
Jonathan emerged from his house, clad in jeans and a hoodie with a print of the original D it made for a nice contrast to the houses built in a more modern, bland style. The neighbourhood was generally quite expensive and quiet - the only noise filling the air being that of the songbirds, and of a lawnmower somewhere in the far distance.
Jonathan knocked on the large, colourful door and waited. Within moments, a slightly chubby woman in her early 20's opened - soft, rounded features adorned with long, chestnut hair tied in a bun and grey eyes that looked exhausted. Jonathan always took note of people's faces - their facial expressions, body language, general state of health. The more he paid attention, the easier it was to pick up on when a client might be a lost cause or not. Their level of enthusiasm mattered greatly, too, as it indicated their willingness to learn. To his surprise, this woman seemed neither overly excited nor especially worried - just... resigned.
"I'm Jonathan," he introduced himself with a polite smile. "You must be Thea, correct?"
"Yes, that's me," she replied, giving him a slight curtsy which had an unexpected grace to it, "Please come in." Her voice was quiet and steady, but she seemed to be under some stress - perhaps due to the upcoming math exam, he thought. He followed her inside, noting the tasteful and expensive furniture decorating the hall. "Would you like something to drink? We have ice tea. Peach."
"That'd be great," he said, as he observed the paintings on the wall with awe. "Thanks. You have a lovely home."
Thea scoffed. "It's my parents' home, really. Can't wait to move out. You can go wait in my room - it's upstairs and directly to the right. I'll be there in a minute with the drinks."
Jonathan made his way upstairs, amazed by the cleanliness of the large house - so spotless it felt almost sinful to touch anything. A portrait hung on the wall - an old family member or a close friend, perhaps? - their face looking strict, not even a hint of a smile upon their lips. It was warm inside - almost toasty - and it wasn't long until Jonathan's hoodie made him feel slightly too hot. He sat down on a chair by a round table in Thea's larger-than-average bedroom, observing his surroundings. A shelf of old vinyl records, books and movies - most of which seemed to be fantasy novels - a desk with a PC that looked pricey, and a queen-size bed covered by an expensive-looking blanket. In fact, the whole room seemed a bit extravagant - even the cupboards and wardrobes were made of hardwood. Not a single recognizable IKEA item. Thea entered, carrying a tray with a transparent pitcher of peach-flavoured ice tea and two glasses, and a small bowl of chili nuts in between. She placed them on the table, poured each a glass, then sat down on the opposite side of the table - eagerly stuffing a pair of nuts into her mouth.
"Thanks," Jonathan said, taking a sip. Delicious. "It is quite warm in here, hmm?"
"The AC is broken, I'm afraid. Anyways, I've been feeling quite anxious and worried for the upcoming math test. That is why I want görükle escort (https://bursali.org) your help." She had a look on her face that hinted that perhaps her parents were more invested in her grades than she was herself.
He put down his glass, and took a deep breath, getting to business. "Alright. What we will do today is a mock exam. I will quiz you, ask you questions about specific topics, and evaluate your answers and performance. That way I can identify your weak points, and help you overcome them." Thea nodded quietly, fidgeting a bit with her hands, before Jonathan continued. "Don't worry - I'm here to assist you, and I will explain things in detail."
"Thank you," she replied, somewhat awkwardly. "I guess we should start right away."
The two went to work. For several hours, they reviewed everything from algebra to calculus. While Thea wasn't bad, and showed potential to become quite proficient - she just needed a little help with the fundamentals - there was clearly something weighing on her mind. Her lack of conviction was obvious, her answers somewhat hesitant even when correct. And as the sun rose higher and higher in the sky, the room grew warmer and warmer, and her mood became even more sullen. They got through the ice tea swiftly.
"Mind if I take off my hoodie?" Jonathan asked.
"No, not at all," Thea said, shrugging her shoulders. "It's getting really hot."
He began to remove his hoodie, but suddenly he stopped - looking into Thea's eyes, feeling something... odd. Her gaze had been locked onto him, staring without saying a word, and for some reason she was frozen in place. He wondered if he made her uncomfortable. "You're sure it's fine? I don't want to cause trouble..."
"You're not. In fact," she said, smiling nervously, "... I'm going to take my cardigan off too.." She did just that, pulling up the fabric from her arms and revealing a bit of her body - creamy, freckled skin, and a fair bit of cleavage. And then she moved her hands behind her head to undo the bun, and shook out her long, messy locks. The girl had a certain sexual appeal to her that he couldn't quite put his finger on - and it made him feel inappropriate that his mind was even going down that path. She was cushioned in all the right places, her curves just barely hidden beneath her clothes - and the way she looked at him felt strangely intense. As he got rid of his garment, he asked himself if she was being provocative or if he was just being a creep - and quickly decided it was the latter - but either way, he was a professional, and knew better than to act out of place.
"Shall we continue? I have to head home soon, and we still haven't covered everything," Jonathan said without keeping eye contact. His gaze found a calendar hanging on the wall, where Thea had crossed out days and written notes in a nice handwriting. Her true exam was less than a fortnight away, and if she wanted a top grade, they would have to work hard next weekend as well.
Thea stared at him intently for several long seconds, then finally spoke: "Are you married, Sir? Or... Seeing anyone?"
He looked at her again, taken aback by the question. "No - not currently, no."
Her full lips curved into a slight, subtle smile. "Is it because you're shy? I can tell you are - I have very good social intuition." The girl tilted her head slightly to the side, exposing the length of her neck. She looked slightly erotic in the incandescent glow of the sun. And while he was uncertain about how to react, and not very good with subtle cue's, it occurred to him that this girl - Thea - perhaps might be attracted to him.
"I am indeed quite shy," he confessed - sounding more awkward than he wanted to. "I don't do well with women in general."
She chuckled. "I could tell. You're super cute though. Your eyes are just so pretty." He couldn't believe it, but she seemed like she genuinely meant what she said. Perhaps his timid nature was actually seen as a positive in her eyes - attractive in a way?
He cleared his throat, hoping to move on quickly before he embarrassed himself any further. "Let's get back to the mathematics, shall we?" He placed a few pieces of paper on the table, ready to ask questions, but found that she was still staring at him. When their eyes met again, she let out a deep sigh and then nodded.
"Okay. Math it is!"
It wasn't until later, when Jonathan returned to his house, that he realized he had forgotten his hoodie in Thea's room. But since he was going to return next Saturday regardless, he didn't stress over it - he figured he could simply retrieve it then. His phone vibrated before he had even made it inside, with a text from Thea. "Thank you for today," it said. They had exchanged bursa merkez escort (https://bursali.org/semtler/bursa-merkez-escort) numbers in case they needed to reschedule. Jonathan smiled to himself, hoping Thea felt better about her chances of passing, or perhaps even getting a top score. Yet he couldn't stop thinking about that look in her grey eyes. She had made him feel flustered and conflicted. He was a little too old to have a crush on someone like her. And it was unprofessional either way; And Jonathan did not act impulsively. He did not do things outside of his routine.
A week passed by, and Jonathan found himself outside of the forest-green door once more, a satchel slung over his shoulder and a large folder that didn't fit inside of the bag tucked under one arm. He knocked on the door and waited, humming to himself while his eyes scanned the neatly trimmed grass leading up to the front door. He felt slightly nervous within, hoping that this day would pass by smoothly. Thea opened the door with a mischievous expression on her face - a clear blush on her cheeks - and it took Jonathan a brief second to realize that she was wearing his hoodie, oversized on her much shorter figure. The sleeves were so long that her hands didn't stick out at all, and the whole thing looked more like a dress than a sweater on her. There was a light, airy smell of cinnamon in the air - as if someone had baked cookies recently.
"Welcome back," she said with a slight smile. "Come inside."
Jonathan did as told, the words he wanted to say stuck in his mouth. He walked in front of her up to her room, and it took him until they were already seated together before he finally asked the obvious question. "Are you.. Uhm.. Are you wearing my hoodie?"
"Mhm," she replied, with her voice fainter than usual. "It was so hot that day. It smells like you." She glanced away, and pulled the neckline of the hoodie up over her nose, inhaling deeply. "Sorry. I didn't mean to make you uncomfortable.." her voice trailed of, and she stealthily shot a glance at Jonathan's face. Part of her was clearly nervous, yet she seemed seductive in her own way. "Do you want it back?"
He was somewhat shocked by this unexpected turn of events - not sure what he should say or do. His mind had gone completely blank, his mouth opening and closing without any words coming out, and it took Thea chuckling softly to break the silence. Finally, he found some words. "Uhh.. Sure?" he said, not sure what else he was supposed to do. The young girl stood up, walked around the lacquered table until she was right next to him, and pulled the hoodie over her head with her arms in a criss-cross position. She wore absolutely nothing underneath - and her ample bosom was now on full display - her breasts jiggly and free from any constraints, with nipples large and hard. There was no sign of any panties anywhere, and Jonathan was surprised he had not noticed she was bottomless earlier. She leaned forward to place the hoodie on the table, then straddled Jonathan's lap, pressing her body against his as she did so. Was this really happening?
Jonathan remained completely still - his eyes wide open, not even daring to breathe - but his gaze shifted downwards until it settled on her exposed breasts. They looked amazing - soft and voluminous. He didn't mean to stare, but it only took a moment until Thea grabbed his hand. She took his fingers, slowly guided them up towards her round tits until they cupped one of them, her nipple stiff against his palm. "I like that you're shy.." she confessed. "Most men try to show off. You're the complete opposite."
He began to feel his face redden. He had no idea how to handle the situation - he was quite inexperienced with women, and had never witnessed someone being quite so bold. But her hands moved to his neck, and she gently stroked his skin carefully with her fingertips. A gleeful expression spread across her face as the private tutor swallowed hard. Neither of them said anything for several, long-lasting moments.
"I want you," she said finally - as if to make it clear she had been waiting patiently for this. Jonathan felt his pulse rise. His cock stiffened in his pants, and his mind went wild, thinking about what he should do - aroused beyond belief, yet realizing how unprofessional the setting was. He was her teacher, she was his student. Not only that, but Jonathan barely knew her, and unexpected actions that made him stray from his planned schedule brought him both stress and discomfort. Still, when she looked at him with pleading eyes and whispered: "You want me too, right?" he couldn't prevent himself from nodding - and her lips were upon him within the next second.
He had never experienced a bursa escort bayan (https://bursali.org/semtler/bursa-escort-bayan) kiss quite like this before; himself awkward and innocent, Thea passionate and assertive - and they were both caught up in an odd mix of passiveness and hunger. He felt his entire body tense, feeling overwhelmed by her display of affection. And then her hands roamed to his sides, underneath his shirt - his skin reacting with goose-bumps under her warm fingertips, his muscles tensing as her touch wandered further down - caressing his stomach before moving down again, brushing her fingers along the waistband of his trousers. She pushed her tongue into his mouth repeatedly, swirling it around his own, moaning softly and quietly.
"So.. What do you like?" she cooed as her lips parted with his, her voice like that of a delicate little bird. "Can I make myself useful to you, Sir? You got any perverted fantasies you'd like your student to fulfil? I couldn't stop thinking about you all week." Her voice sounded needier with every word spoken, but she was peering into his eyes with some intensity - looking for some sort of validation that he enjoyed her presence, her touch.
It didn't take long until Jonathan gave into his desires. It was too late to turn back now - they had already acted inappropriate and gone past the point of no return. His arms wrapped around her torso, pulling her closer. "I don't know.." he finally replied - as his heart felt like it would jump out of his chest. Her hands began stroking his shaft through the fabric of his jeans, coaxing a steady stream of precum from his slit, and his ended up on her round and bountiful bottom.
"I'm being serious, you know.." She acted coy, but it didn't seem genuine. "Tell me your kinks. What gets you off, Mister math teacher? There must be something a little extra naughty that you like.." She got up from his lap, and she made quick work of undoing his belt, unzipping and opening his jeans with eagerness. Her fingers pulled the elastic band of his boxer-briefs to reveal his cock, half-hard and pulsating in time with his heartbeat. It wasn't even completely erect yet, but she smiled in approval, and took him into her soft palm. She pumped his shaft gently, her fingers swiftly wet from his precum - slowly, slowly coaxing his cock into full arousal. It didn't take long, the feeling of her delicate fingers on his sensitive member bringing a quiet moan out of Jonathan. "Tell me your kinks.. Make it dirty."
He could barely think, and had to struggle to speak coherently - words blurting out from his lips. "I like lots of things.."
That was not the answer she was looking for, and she frowned disapprovingly. "But there must be something that gets you going a little bit extra, no? What do you search for when you look at porn, for instance?"
His cheeks turned red. He glanced to the side, stammering for an answer - and it took him a full ten seconds to finally reply. "Women who.. Do anal sex, mostly," he admitted with a great deal of shame washing over him, visible on his face.
Her lips curled upwards, and she brought her free hand up into his hair. "Oh my, what a naughty man you are.. Letting your perverted mind fantasize about putting your dick in the wrong hole.. I can't even begin to imagine how depraved your thoughts are.." She seemed amused and twice as horny all of a sudden. "You want to watch me squirm on your big cock, don't you? Buried deep in my ass? You want to just skip foreplay all together, and shove your cock straight into my backdoor? Use me for your own pleasure?" She emphasized her words by stroking him faster, rubbing her fingers against his cockhead. But then she stopped - her smile growing wider, and she began to walk away towards her bed - stopping right in front of it, bending forward until her plump ass was pointing directly at Jonathan's face. Her large tits hung down against the edge of the bed - and her pose revealed a smooth, bare pussy that looked absolutely amazing.
He got to his feet, almost as if they were acting on their own accord, and took a step towards Thea - holding onto the hem of his pants. He was already breathing hard - feeling both thrilled and nervous, as he leaned forward and gave her round ass a proper squeeze.
"Put your cock in there and just use me.." she commanded, as she looked back over her shoulder with a devilish smile. "Fuck me like you own me. Treat me like a piece of meat. Be a naughty teacher. I need you inside of me so badly..." She bit her lip, and her eyes glimmered. "You won't regret it.. Just be rough.."
Her words were all it took, and Jonathan grabbed her ass hard, massaging her plump flesh with both hands - kneading and squeezing. His clothes came off, leaving them in a pile by the side of her bed. He couldn't resist her - giving into the temptation felt like the only option - and he slapped her ass cheeks loudly, the sound echoing throughout the room. And then he smacked them again, and again - harder each time, his fingers leaving red marks on her soft skin.
AUTHOR'S NOTE AND A WARNING TO READERS: This story contains rough anal sex - including things such as going from ass to mouth - and as the title suggests, that is the focus of the story. It is ANAL ONLY - There is no vaginal penetration at all. Even though the sex is rough, both of the characters clearly consent. Read the tags and make sure you are comfortable with them before you proceed. Thank you!
The story is a work of fiction, and all of the characters within are above the age of eighteen.
All of my work - including this one - is copyrighted.
--- PRIVATE TUTOR - SUBJECT: ANAL SEX ---
You can never be too old for building LEGO models. At least, that is what Jonathan - aged 28, and a bit of a nerd - believed, as he was working on a miniature replica of the Taj Mahal, complete with the full gardens. But it was an expensive hobby, and even though his nine-to-five job at a logistics company paid reasonably well, inflation had certainly affected his spending habits. That's why he had first decided to become a private tutor on the weekends to bring in some extra cash.
His alarm rang, meaning it was time to get in the shower. Jonathan followed a rigorous schedule - his every task planned out, often including minute details. Organized and pedantic, he would have made for an excellent teacher if only his social skills were a tad more refined. Having little patience for children, he was thankful the company that had hired him included an option for only dealing with adults - primarily people in college with wealthy parents, though a few of his clients were older and in community college as well.
Jonathan emerged from his house, clad in jeans and a hoodie with a print of the original D it made for a nice contrast to the houses built in a more modern, bland style. The neighbourhood was generally quite expensive and quiet - the only noise filling the air being that of the songbirds, and of a lawnmower somewhere in the far distance.
Jonathan knocked on the large, colourful door and waited. Within moments, a slightly chubby woman in her early 20's opened - soft, rounded features adorned with long, chestnut hair tied in a bun and grey eyes that looked exhausted. Jonathan always took note of people's faces - their facial expressions, body language, general state of health. The more he paid attention, the easier it was to pick up on when a client might be a lost cause or not. Their level of enthusiasm mattered greatly, too, as it indicated their willingness to learn. To his surprise, this woman seemed neither overly excited nor especially worried - just... resigned.
"I'm Jonathan," he introduced himself with a polite smile. "You must be Thea, correct?"
"Yes, that's me," she replied, giving him a slight curtsy which had an unexpected grace to it, "Please come in." Her voice was quiet and steady, but she seemed to be under some stress - perhaps due to the upcoming math exam, he thought. He followed her inside, noting the tasteful and expensive furniture decorating the hall. "Would you like something to drink? We have ice tea. Peach."
"That'd be great," he said, as he observed the paintings on the wall with awe. "Thanks. You have a lovely home."
Thea scoffed. "It's my parents' home, really. Can't wait to move out. You can go wait in my room - it's upstairs and directly to the right. I'll be there in a minute with the drinks."
Jonathan made his way upstairs, amazed by the cleanliness of the large house - so spotless it felt almost sinful to touch anything. A portrait hung on the wall - an old family member or a close friend, perhaps? - their face looking strict, not even a hint of a smile upon their lips. It was warm inside - almost toasty - and it wasn't long until Jonathan's hoodie made him feel slightly too hot. He sat down on a chair by a round table in Thea's larger-than-average bedroom, observing his surroundings. A shelf of old vinyl records, books and movies - most of which seemed to be fantasy novels - a desk with a PC that looked pricey, and a queen-size bed covered by an expensive-looking blanket. In fact, the whole room seemed a bit extravagant - even the cupboards and wardrobes were made of hardwood. Not a single recognizable IKEA item. Thea entered, carrying a tray with a transparent pitcher of peach-flavoured ice tea and two glasses, and a small bowl of chili nuts in between. She placed them on the table, poured each a glass, then sat down on the opposite side of the table - eagerly stuffing a pair of nuts into her mouth.
"Thanks," Jonathan said, taking a sip. Delicious. "It is quite warm in here, hmm?"
"The AC is broken, I'm afraid. Anyways, I've been feeling quite anxious and worried for the upcoming math test. That is why I want görükle escort (https://bursali.org) your help." She had a look on her face that hinted that perhaps her parents were more invested in her grades than she was herself.
He put down his glass, and took a deep breath, getting to business. "Alright. What we will do today is a mock exam. I will quiz you, ask you questions about specific topics, and evaluate your answers and performance. That way I can identify your weak points, and help you overcome them." Thea nodded quietly, fidgeting a bit with her hands, before Jonathan continued. "Don't worry - I'm here to assist you, and I will explain things in detail."
"Thank you," she replied, somewhat awkwardly. "I guess we should start right away."
The two went to work. For several hours, they reviewed everything from algebra to calculus. While Thea wasn't bad, and showed potential to become quite proficient - she just needed a little help with the fundamentals - there was clearly something weighing on her mind. Her lack of conviction was obvious, her answers somewhat hesitant even when correct. And as the sun rose higher and higher in the sky, the room grew warmer and warmer, and her mood became even more sullen. They got through the ice tea swiftly.
"Mind if I take off my hoodie?" Jonathan asked.
"No, not at all," Thea said, shrugging her shoulders. "It's getting really hot."
He began to remove his hoodie, but suddenly he stopped - looking into Thea's eyes, feeling something... odd. Her gaze had been locked onto him, staring without saying a word, and for some reason she was frozen in place. He wondered if he made her uncomfortable. "You're sure it's fine? I don't want to cause trouble..."
"You're not. In fact," she said, smiling nervously, "... I'm going to take my cardigan off too.." She did just that, pulling up the fabric from her arms and revealing a bit of her body - creamy, freckled skin, and a fair bit of cleavage. And then she moved her hands behind her head to undo the bun, and shook out her long, messy locks. The girl had a certain sexual appeal to her that he couldn't quite put his finger on - and it made him feel inappropriate that his mind was even going down that path. She was cushioned in all the right places, her curves just barely hidden beneath her clothes - and the way she looked at him felt strangely intense. As he got rid of his garment, he asked himself if she was being provocative or if he was just being a creep - and quickly decided it was the latter - but either way, he was a professional, and knew better than to act out of place.
"Shall we continue? I have to head home soon, and we still haven't covered everything," Jonathan said without keeping eye contact. His gaze found a calendar hanging on the wall, where Thea had crossed out days and written notes in a nice handwriting. Her true exam was less than a fortnight away, and if she wanted a top grade, they would have to work hard next weekend as well.
Thea stared at him intently for several long seconds, then finally spoke: "Are you married, Sir? Or... Seeing anyone?"
He looked at her again, taken aback by the question. "No - not currently, no."
Her full lips curved into a slight, subtle smile. "Is it because you're shy? I can tell you are - I have very good social intuition." The girl tilted her head slightly to the side, exposing the length of her neck. She looked slightly erotic in the incandescent glow of the sun. And while he was uncertain about how to react, and not very good with subtle cue's, it occurred to him that this girl - Thea - perhaps might be attracted to him.
"I am indeed quite shy," he confessed - sounding more awkward than he wanted to. "I don't do well with women in general."
She chuckled. "I could tell. You're super cute though. Your eyes are just so pretty." He couldn't believe it, but she seemed like she genuinely meant what she said. Perhaps his timid nature was actually seen as a positive in her eyes - attractive in a way?
He cleared his throat, hoping to move on quickly before he embarrassed himself any further. "Let's get back to the mathematics, shall we?" He placed a few pieces of paper on the table, ready to ask questions, but found that she was still staring at him. When their eyes met again, she let out a deep sigh and then nodded.
"Okay. Math it is!"
It wasn't until later, when Jonathan returned to his house, that he realized he had forgotten his hoodie in Thea's room. But since he was going to return next Saturday regardless, he didn't stress over it - he figured he could simply retrieve it then. His phone vibrated before he had even made it inside, with a text from Thea. "Thank you for today," it said. They had exchanged bursa merkez escort (https://bursali.org/semtler/bursa-merkez-escort) numbers in case they needed to reschedule. Jonathan smiled to himself, hoping Thea felt better about her chances of passing, or perhaps even getting a top score. Yet he couldn't stop thinking about that look in her grey eyes. She had made him feel flustered and conflicted. He was a little too old to have a crush on someone like her. And it was unprofessional either way; And Jonathan did not act impulsively. He did not do things outside of his routine.
A week passed by, and Jonathan found himself outside of the forest-green door once more, a satchel slung over his shoulder and a large folder that didn't fit inside of the bag tucked under one arm. He knocked on the door and waited, humming to himself while his eyes scanned the neatly trimmed grass leading up to the front door. He felt slightly nervous within, hoping that this day would pass by smoothly. Thea opened the door with a mischievous expression on her face - a clear blush on her cheeks - and it took Jonathan a brief second to realize that she was wearing his hoodie, oversized on her much shorter figure. The sleeves were so long that her hands didn't stick out at all, and the whole thing looked more like a dress than a sweater on her. There was a light, airy smell of cinnamon in the air - as if someone had baked cookies recently.
"Welcome back," she said with a slight smile. "Come inside."
Jonathan did as told, the words he wanted to say stuck in his mouth. He walked in front of her up to her room, and it took him until they were already seated together before he finally asked the obvious question. "Are you.. Uhm.. Are you wearing my hoodie?"
"Mhm," she replied, with her voice fainter than usual. "It was so hot that day. It smells like you." She glanced away, and pulled the neckline of the hoodie up over her nose, inhaling deeply. "Sorry. I didn't mean to make you uncomfortable.." her voice trailed of, and she stealthily shot a glance at Jonathan's face. Part of her was clearly nervous, yet she seemed seductive in her own way. "Do you want it back?"
He was somewhat shocked by this unexpected turn of events - not sure what he should say or do. His mind had gone completely blank, his mouth opening and closing without any words coming out, and it took Thea chuckling softly to break the silence. Finally, he found some words. "Uhh.. Sure?" he said, not sure what else he was supposed to do. The young girl stood up, walked around the lacquered table until she was right next to him, and pulled the hoodie over her head with her arms in a criss-cross position. She wore absolutely nothing underneath - and her ample bosom was now on full display - her breasts jiggly and free from any constraints, with nipples large and hard. There was no sign of any panties anywhere, and Jonathan was surprised he had not noticed she was bottomless earlier. She leaned forward to place the hoodie on the table, then straddled Jonathan's lap, pressing her body against his as she did so. Was this really happening?
Jonathan remained completely still - his eyes wide open, not even daring to breathe - but his gaze shifted downwards until it settled on her exposed breasts. They looked amazing - soft and voluminous. He didn't mean to stare, but it only took a moment until Thea grabbed his hand. She took his fingers, slowly guided them up towards her round tits until they cupped one of them, her nipple stiff against his palm. "I like that you're shy.." she confessed. "Most men try to show off. You're the complete opposite."
He began to feel his face redden. He had no idea how to handle the situation - he was quite inexperienced with women, and had never witnessed someone being quite so bold. But her hands moved to his neck, and she gently stroked his skin carefully with her fingertips. A gleeful expression spread across her face as the private tutor swallowed hard. Neither of them said anything for several, long-lasting moments.
"I want you," she said finally - as if to make it clear she had been waiting patiently for this. Jonathan felt his pulse rise. His cock stiffened in his pants, and his mind went wild, thinking about what he should do - aroused beyond belief, yet realizing how unprofessional the setting was. He was her teacher, she was his student. Not only that, but Jonathan barely knew her, and unexpected actions that made him stray from his planned schedule brought him both stress and discomfort. Still, when she looked at him with pleading eyes and whispered: "You want me too, right?" he couldn't prevent himself from nodding - and her lips were upon him within the next second.
He had never experienced a bursa escort bayan (https://bursali.org/semtler/bursa-escort-bayan) kiss quite like this before; himself awkward and innocent, Thea passionate and assertive - and they were both caught up in an odd mix of passiveness and hunger. He felt his entire body tense, feeling overwhelmed by her display of affection. And then her hands roamed to his sides, underneath his shirt - his skin reacting with goose-bumps under her warm fingertips, his muscles tensing as her touch wandered further down - caressing his stomach before moving down again, brushing her fingers along the waistband of his trousers. She pushed her tongue into his mouth repeatedly, swirling it around his own, moaning softly and quietly.
"So.. What do you like?" she cooed as her lips parted with his, her voice like that of a delicate little bird. "Can I make myself useful to you, Sir? You got any perverted fantasies you'd like your student to fulfil? I couldn't stop thinking about you all week." Her voice sounded needier with every word spoken, but she was peering into his eyes with some intensity - looking for some sort of validation that he enjoyed her presence, her touch.
It didn't take long until Jonathan gave into his desires. It was too late to turn back now - they had already acted inappropriate and gone past the point of no return. His arms wrapped around her torso, pulling her closer. "I don't know.." he finally replied - as his heart felt like it would jump out of his chest. Her hands began stroking his shaft through the fabric of his jeans, coaxing a steady stream of precum from his slit, and his ended up on her round and bountiful bottom.
"I'm being serious, you know.." She acted coy, but it didn't seem genuine. "Tell me your kinks. What gets you off, Mister math teacher? There must be something a little extra naughty that you like.." She got up from his lap, and she made quick work of undoing his belt, unzipping and opening his jeans with eagerness. Her fingers pulled the elastic band of his boxer-briefs to reveal his cock, half-hard and pulsating in time with his heartbeat. It wasn't even completely erect yet, but she smiled in approval, and took him into her soft palm. She pumped his shaft gently, her fingers swiftly wet from his precum - slowly, slowly coaxing his cock into full arousal. It didn't take long, the feeling of her delicate fingers on his sensitive member bringing a quiet moan out of Jonathan. "Tell me your kinks.. Make it dirty."
He could barely think, and had to struggle to speak coherently - words blurting out from his lips. "I like lots of things.."
That was not the answer she was looking for, and she frowned disapprovingly. "But there must be something that gets you going a little bit extra, no? What do you search for when you look at porn, for instance?"
His cheeks turned red. He glanced to the side, stammering for an answer - and it took him a full ten seconds to finally reply. "Women who.. Do anal sex, mostly," he admitted with a great deal of shame washing over him, visible on his face.
Her lips curled upwards, and she brought her free hand up into his hair. "Oh my, what a naughty man you are.. Letting your perverted mind fantasize about putting your dick in the wrong hole.. I can't even begin to imagine how depraved your thoughts are.." She seemed amused and twice as horny all of a sudden. "You want to watch me squirm on your big cock, don't you? Buried deep in my ass? You want to just skip foreplay all together, and shove your cock straight into my backdoor? Use me for your own pleasure?" She emphasized her words by stroking him faster, rubbing her fingers against his cockhead. But then she stopped - her smile growing wider, and she began to walk away towards her bed - stopping right in front of it, bending forward until her plump ass was pointing directly at Jonathan's face. Her large tits hung down against the edge of the bed - and her pose revealed a smooth, bare pussy that looked absolutely amazing.
He got to his feet, almost as if they were acting on their own accord, and took a step towards Thea - holding onto the hem of his pants. He was already breathing hard - feeling both thrilled and nervous, as he leaned forward and gave her round ass a proper squeeze.
"Put your cock in there and just use me.." she commanded, as she looked back over her shoulder with a devilish smile. "Fuck me like you own me. Treat me like a piece of meat. Be a naughty teacher. I need you inside of me so badly..." She bit her lip, and her eyes glimmered. "You won't regret it.. Just be rough.."
Her words were all it took, and Jonathan grabbed her ass hard, massaging her plump flesh with both hands - kneading and squeezing. His clothes came off, leaving them in a pile by the side of her bed. He couldn't resist her - giving into the temptation felt like the only option - and he slapped her ass cheeks loudly, the sound echoing throughout the room. And then he smacked them again, and again - harder each time, his fingers leaving red marks on her soft skin.