Private Tutoring

Editor’s note: this story contains scenes of non-consensual or reluctant sex.

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“What is this?” Jake held up a piece of paper, he had a frown set deep in his features as he glared at his daughter from across the kitchen. She winced, knowing full well what it was.

“My grades?” She said sheepishly.

“I hope not, because according to this, all that college tuition I’m paying is being pissed away.” He dropped the paper on the table and motioned for her to come sit near him. She slunk closer, feeling the full brunt of shame, he was right. It was her first semester in college, things had been more different than she’d been prepared for.

“I’ll bring them back up.” Stella said in a small voice.

“I don’t want promises, I want to know what’s happening to bring your grades down and I want to hear what you’re going to change to fix it.” He crossed his arms.

“I know it’s not an excuse, but the people in my class are distracting. I couldn’t focus on the test.” She said.

“Distracting?” He asked.

“I’m the only girl, so the guys…” She looked away. “They tease me.”

“You’re in college. You’re an adult, a little teasing shouldn’t be such a big issue. What’s really going on?”

“They have a game where they see if they can get things in my shirt.” She moved her hand to cover her cleavage, clearly embarrassed. He nodded.

“I see, have you told the professor?”

“He said maybe I shouldn’t dress so slutty.” She was dressed in a plane black dress with a black blazer over it, not what he would consider slutty. Just because she was a bit busty didn’t mean she should be harassed like this. She was petite at 5’2, but curvy, a flat waist that she worked hard for with him in the gym, but a supple ass, and luscious 34D tits. Not that he was looking, she was his daughter after all.

“We have two options, I get that professor fired, and report all the students in your class, or I help you study and desensitize you to distractions.” He said, eyes wandering off her mournful face and down her figure.

“But you’re so busy-” She said, he held up a hand to stop her, looking at her face with a smile.

“It’s settled, we’ll begin tomorrow.” He stood and went to make some calls to rearrange his work schedule around his new tutoring schedule, mind rife with plans.

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Tomorrow came and Jake leaned against the bookshelf in his office. Stella came in shortly, wearing something comfortable looking.

“Unacceptable. Go change into clothes you wear to school, or this won’t work.” He said, trying not to sound too impatient. She seemed to accept this readily, and put her books down before going back to change. She returned in a tight white pencil skirt and a grey cardigan that she left open. “Good, now stand in front of my desk, I’m going to quiz you, the more answers you get wrong the more distracting I’ll get. I want you sakarya escort to think of me as one of your classmates, not your father.” He picked up one of her books. She nodded, a determined look on her face. “What is Tort law?” He asked.

“An example of the definition?” She asked, looking at her father. He moved to stand behind her, his hand grazing her upper thigh.

“Define it and then an example.” He said. She proceeded.

“Good, now list some ways a court proceeding can end.”

“Verdict, dismissal-” Her breath caught in her lungs as she felt her father’s hand cupping her ass. “What are you-“

“Are those the only two you know?” He asked in a condescending tone.

“What?” She shook her head, her short brown hair looked so grabbable, he wanted to touch more of her.

“What is amicus curiae?” He asked.

“We haven’t learned that yet.” She said, his hand slithered up to cup her right tit and she gasped. “What are you doing?” She tried to move away but he pushed her down against the desk. She looked so helpless, ass up like that. He licked his lips.

“You wanted my help, didn’t you?” He asked. His law degree was framed on the wall, and he saw her staring at it. She was starving to prove herself. Not just to him, but to herself.

“Yes.” She said. He pressed himself against her ass.

“List some federal crimes.” He said, putting the book down on the curve of her spine, and moving his hands to her hips.

“Arson, fraud, murder-” She felt his cock hardening against her but tried to ignore it, she rifled through her brain for more crimes. “Terrorism, pirating, drug crimes-“

“Drug crimes?” His fingers moved to the hem of her dress, slipping under it.

“D-drug ab-abuse, trafficking, possession-” She trailed off as she felt his hands fully cup her ass now that her dress had been pushed up.

“Ex parte.” He said as he groped her ass, the edges of his fingers moved closer and closer to the hem of her panties.

“Ex… parte…” She tried to even her breathing. His hands lifted off her ass.

“Do you even want to learn?” His voice was impatient, but his hard cock on her was insistent, it flicked against her.

“Yes! Ex parte, only one party, without opposition.” She said.

“Are you sure? We can stop for the day.” He said with another distinct flick. She suppressed a moan.

“Keep going.” She said firmly. He grinned, knowing she wanted more than just study.

“How about an easy one then? What is Jurisprudence?” His hands returned to massaging her ass.

“The study of-” Her voice trailed off as she felt his thumb press against her asshole through the fabric of her panties. “The study of-” His finger slid down to her now damp pussy as it wet the fabric, his finger slid up and down her as if unaware of the affect he was having on her.

“Come on, the study of what?” escort sakarya He said as his finger moved faster.

“Of law.” She was panting, but managed to get the words out.

“See, it’s not so hard.” She could hear the smile in his voice, and could no longer suppress her noises as he flicked his hard cock against her, the joke was not lost, but she was. She moaned loudly.

“Am I hurting you?” His voice had no concern in it, the tone was only one of mockery. “If you can’t even finish a study session, I’m not sure you should be in this program after all.”

“I can! Keep going!” Her voice dripped with desperation, and he grinned.

“Okay, if you’re sure.” He flipped a few pages. “Litigation.” He said as he returned his hand to her panties, hooking a finger around the damp part and pulling it away from her pussy. She tried to even her breathing again, but shimmied her ass to accommodate as he pulled her panties down her legs.

“Liti…gation.” She said softly, “A lawsuit case-” She was cut off when his hands came down on her ass, a loud clap ringing against the office walls. She yelped, but he immediately massaged the pain away.

“Yes, Means test?”

“We haven’t gotten to bankruptcy yet.” She said in a hesitant voice.

“Haven’t we?” He shook his head and sighed. She heard the jingle of his belt, he’d never spanked her with a belt before, she felt her heart race, but she couldn’t bring herself to look over her shoulder at him. But a hit never came, instead, the sound of a zipper, followed by something soft but firm pressing against her pussy. He pushed the mushroom top in, making her dissolve into moans, trying to push herself back onto him, needing more.

“Means test is,” He began to explain, but she was too wanton, too desperate. He moved the book off her back and leaned over her, putting his weight onto her so she couldn’t move, but in doing so, slipping the rest of his cock into her. She cried out and grabbed onto the desk. His mouth came near her neck and the hot sticky breath he left on her skin made her shiver. “Now repeat back to me what a means test is.”

“Means test?” She couldn’t remember anything, she couldn’t remember any legal terms, anything she’d learned, anything, her head was empty, all she knew was her father’s cock was in her and she needed more.

“What a useless lawyer you’ll be, distracted so easily, how will you learn to shut out distractions if you give into them like this?” His tone wasn’t scolding, it was teasing, he knew what she wanted, and he knew he was denying her.

“Please-” She finally looked over her shoulder at him, her big blue eyes were dark with lust.

“Please what?” He grinned at her, a feral creature that would take what it wanted whether she asked for it or not.

“Please distract me more.” She said.

“Distract you?” He chuckled, sakarya escort bayan lifting himself off her so he could begin hammering into her, her knees buckled as she writhed in delight as she bounced back and forth on his desk.

“Yes daddy! Please daddy!” She was panting and desperately pushing back onto him. He grabbed a fistful of her hair, yanking her up so she was fully arched. He felt her pussy clench down on him, but he didn’t stop. He reached around and grabbed her tits, pinching and yanking roughly on them as he hammered up into her. She was on her tippy toes just trying to maintain balance as he roughly used her. As he neared completion, he pushed her back down on the desk, shoving her face into her book before grunting and filling her pussy with his seed. As the last of his load spilled into her, he let go, watching her slump to the floor. She looked up at him hazily, wet panties around her ankles, dress bunched up, hair a mess, his cum spilling out of her pussy.

“Same time tomorrow?”

“We’ll get you an A, no matter how many study sessions it takes.” He grinned, and she smiled.

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Sure enough, she showed up the next day in a different pencil dress, books in hand, and a look of determination on her face. He was sitting behind his desk this time, and motioned for her to come sit on his lap. As she approached, she saw that his cock was already out and erect.

“Take your dress off.” He said. She obeyed, and then he grabbed her waist, yanking her over to plop down onto his cock. She yelped at the sensation, but quickly adjusted. “Consider me teacher today.” He said, she nodded, and their quizzing continued. He’d ask her questions, and seemingly arbitrarily, he would thrust up into her. She got more right than yesterday, and they lasted longer before it devolved into him just fucking her. He held her hips as he slammed up into her, her head lolled back onto his shoulder, and he shoved his tongue into her mouth. He was a wet kisser, and left a string of drool dragging down her cheek, but she just wanted more of him, more of his touch. As if reading her mind, he let go of her hips, allowing her to move herself on his cock, and instead began yanking roughly on her tits. He would use them to pull her down onto him, cladding them together in a mixture of pain and pleasure, the sound of their wet bodies clapping together filled the office.

He stood abruptly, allowing her to spill onto the desk, ass up. He shoved back into her, knocking things off the desk. The noise of the legs creaking against the floor with each pump was grating so he hooked his arm around her chest and pulled her upright so he could fuck up into her. She bounced on him, panting and moaning. His breath came in short erratic puffs against her neck. He grunted as with a final thrust shot his load into her. When he was done, he slid out and slumped back on his chair.

“You’re at a C, so we still have more to go.” He said, still panting.

“Should we go again or wait until tomorrow?” She asked, looking at him, cheeks flush and mischievous smile on her face.

“If you were as insatiable for the class as you are for me, you’d already have an A.” He teased.