The tutor and the student [FM]

So during my junior year of college, I began tutoring this guy in accounting. We were the same age but he dwarfed me in size, he was 6’4” and 220lbs of pure muscle. Every Tuesday and Thursday, we would meet in my college’s business school around 9 p.m. and go over his homework, discussing any new material and concepts that were confusing. The first time we met, he had just come from football practice and was sweaty and disheveled. I was instantly aroused, the sight and smell of him appealing to my most carnal desires. I was strangely turned on by the power dynamic. Even though I was half his size, I had control of the sessions and could steer the conversation anyway I liked.

Anyways, gradually our sessions became longer and longer, we often stayed after to chat about life and anything and everything. He was so easy to talk to and made me laugh like no one else. Now, I knew he secretly checked me out. Granted I always rushed to our sessions from the gym, donned in tight leggings that clung my ass. I could feel his eyes on me as I mapped something out on the white board or reached over to use his laptop.

We always sat close together, it was just more convenient. When I was explaining something, I had his undivided attention. His gaze meeting mine intently, trying to grasp what I was saying. He had to angle his face downward to maintain eye contact since he was fucking huge. When he finally applied what I was saying to a homework problem and got it right, I was so proud. It turned me on so much to know that I was helping him and he was progressing.

One night, we were in a study room in the basement of our business school. We had long since finished discussing accounting and were getting more and more flirty. His thighs were wide open and facing me, my crossed legs between him. The conversation turned to our dating lives, where we discovered that we were both single. Things were never awkward between us, conversation just flowed naturally and we were so comfortable around each other. We started talking about sex, our likes and dislikes, and the last time we got any action. I told him I loved being dominated and having a man take control, roughly taking me however he wants. This got his attention and I could see his dick thickening beneath his thin shorts.

“Really” he asks as I place my hand on his thigh, inching closer to his growing bulge. I lean forward and kiss him gently, feeling his stubble against me as his arms encircle my waist. We pull apart and look at each other for a few heated seconds, knowing what we both want.

He gets up, grabs me around the waist, and presses me face first into the wall roughly, his body enveloping mine. He yanks my arms above me, his hard cock grinding into my ass. I twist my face back and his hot mouth seeks mine, tasting, dominating, insistent. Oh god, he tastes so good, his hungry mouth taking what’s his, not holding back.

He spins me around and my hands fist his thin shirt. His strong hands grip my ass and pull me against him, pressing his hard cock into my greedy pussy, only a thin barrier separating us. Fuck, I need him in me already. The weeks of sexual tension making my pussy perpetually soaked. I rub against him and he groans, shoving his face against my neck. I feel his warm breath against me as I grab his hair, pulling him back to my mouth. His big body pins me to the wall as he frees my nipples, twisting them, sending pulses through me. I cup his bulge and am aching to taste him. I take over and drop to my knees, freeing his throbbing cock.

My god, he was rock hard and twitching as I buried my face against him, inhaling his muskiness, feeling him tense in anticipation. I kiss his inner thighs, grasp his muscular ass and get to work, lightly kissing his balls as he inhales sharply. I take my time, licking, tasting, rubbing, seeing what he likes. I finally grip his cock and look up, the vein on the side of his neck is bulging as he looks down at me through hazy eyes. Seeking, waiting for my next move. His hands dig into my hair as I kiss his shaft, feeling his warmth. I trace my tongue over his head as he barks out a curse, knowing he’s on edge and about to explode.

He picks me up and crushes his mouth against mine as I tug my leggings down. God, I need him. He’s sweating all over as he grips his cock, angling between us before slamming home violently. He withdraws slightly before driving back in, grinding against me, taking me against the wall like there’s no tomorrow. I grip his broad shoulders as my tongue meets his, wrestling, needing more. His hips slam upward with each thrust as I get closer, grabbing on tightly as he crushes me against his massive chest. I can’t get close enough.

His hand moves down and strokes my clit, fucking me faster as my eyes roll back, climax inevitable. “Yes, don’t stop” I moan as my orgasm approaches, tearing through me, my pussy clenching down on him tightly.

He turns me around and bends me over, burying himself in me once more as the relentless hammering begins. In and out he moves, grunting loudly as my hands slide along the wall. I rub my clit desperately, feeling myself getting closer once again. He kneads my ass with rough hands, going deeper as I come again in a wet rush, so sensitive, the pleasure almost painful, too good. He moans loudly and drives into me one last time before releasing hotly, pressing his face against my hair and groaning.

We started dating a few days later…

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/73awxs/the_tutor_and_the_student_fm