Author: CuteRPBlondie

The Tutor, Part Twelve [F20/F18] [D/s] [Role Reversal]

**Author’s Note:** Seventeen additional parts are available on my Patreon! They’ll be released for free over time like the installments I’ve posted so far on here, but this is my shameless plug to say that you can pledge now if you’re impatient. :)

**PART TWELVE**

My phone was sitting on my desk, awaiting my decision.

It had been four full days since I left Annabelle’s house. Four and half, if I counted the rest of Saturday after I returned to my little apartment to get started on all my schoolwork for the weekend. All that time, and I still hadn’t fully made up my mind about whether or not I’d return.

When I had left, the decision felt so easy. I was insulted and annoyed that neither Trixie or Annabelle thought twice about subjecting me to chores, and I was flustered from having to deal with Annabelle’s lack of clothes for the last thirty minutes that I was there. However, getting 150% more cash than I expected was a strong temptation to suck it up, and actually having the stack of hundreds in my hand made the money feel a lot more real than if I was given a check instead. And, as each day passed afterwards, it became easier to explain away all the difficulties that I suffered through. Read more »

The Dancer, Part Ten [F19/F18] [Dub-con] [Exhibitionism] [Reluctant Lesbianism]

**PART TEN**

Just like that, I was back downstairs.

Hand in hand with Heather, though there wasn’t any reason for her to keep a grip on me. I had already made my choice. I was mostly bothered by the seemingly friendly and casual way her fingers laced between mine, when she and I were anything but friends. And, while I’d never admit it out loud, I was also really annoyed that she took so much money. Money that I had *earned,* at the cost of degrading myself.

While most of the return journey was a willing one, my pace subconsciously slowed as we neared the living room. Was I really about to go back out there? Strut my stuff on the stage and give countless more lap dances to strangers and old classmates? Apparently so, because Heather gave a hard yank on my arm to ‘encourage’ me to turn the corner with her. Read more »

The Tutor, Part Eleven [F20/F18] [D/s] [Role Reversal]

**PART ELEVEN**

As I reviewed the first few problems with Annabelle, I had to make a conscious effort not to accidentally check her out. Whenever she leaned over to get a closer look at something on the page, it resulted in her cleavage being painfully obvious in my peripherals. Her bare thighs were also on display the entire time, and it was impossible to ignore the fact that she was half dressed when I was stuck looking at the completed packet in front of us.

Just a few more minutes.

This was supposed to be a 90 minute session, and I had already been here for nearly two hours. Because I was being paid so much, I decided earlier that it wasn’t fair to count the time it took to pull around to the back of the house, or the introductions with Trixie and the redhead that was way too comfortable in her own space. Instead, I noted the time when Annabelle and I actually started talking mathematics and used that as the official start to our session. Read more »

The Dancer, Part Nine [F19/F18/some M19] [Dub-Con] [Exhibitionism] [Reluctant Lesbianism]

**PART NINE**

I had to do anything Heather said.

Since I barely knew the girl, I had no idea what to expect. Was this belated revenge from high school, just because she didn’t get to star in as many dances? Or was it just opportunistic bullying, just because she could? At the end of the day, it didn’t really matter. I was at her mercy.

Heather began with, “Take your skirt back off.”

She said it so casually, save for a hint of smugness. The tone of voice itself made me want to scream at her, as did the idle smile on her face, but I couldn’t do anything but obey. My reputation and my future depended on it, as I needed my instructors as references down the road. I narrowed my eyes in annoyance, to at least show that I wasn’t happy about this, but did as she said. With none of the bravado from the first time around, back when I was playing the part of the featured stripped at Autumn’s party, I merely yanked the garment down and let gravity finish the job. Assuming that she’d want it all the way gone, I stepped one foot at a time out of the dark gray number that was pooled around my feet for the second time in less than ten minutes. Read more »

The Sister, Part Thirteen [M19/F18] [Cheating] [Erotic Couplings]

**PART THIRTEEN**

Natalie stood there, content and confident in her topless state. I couldn’t take my eyes off of her, and she knew it. Her pink bikini bottoms made it so she was more or less just wearing underwear. Other than that, however, every inch of her was on display. The girl was a perfect combination of cute and hot, and it was obvious now that her youthful innocence was just a mask. In the bedroom, she was bratty at worst. At best? A fucking seductress.

“Look, Natalie . . . ” I began. Forcing my gaze upwards and away from her bare breasts, I found myself at a total loss for words. Because as badly as I wanted to insist that this was a huge mistake, Natalie was still offering herself up for me. And now that I had a taste of how good she was in comparison to my girlfriend, as well as the visual temptation before me, my faithfulness was continuing to waver. Could I still use the ‘turned on’ excuse after my recent release?

She just smirked. “Yes?” Read more »

The Tutor, Part Ten [F20/F18] [D/s] [Role Reversal]

**PART TEN**

Annabelle finished up her underwear-clad yoga just as I was marking a few things down on the last problem she had attempted.

It was almost perfect in how we synced up the ends of our separate activities, like she first suggested when idly continuing her stretches instead of joining me to look over her work. From her position on the floor, there was no way she could have known I was wrapping up as well, which meant she’d have even more grounds to feel validated in her earlier assumption that the timing would work out.

I had hoped that the girl would have a little more modesty afterwards, but she was clearly too confident in her body and her private suite to be bothered by such things. Instead of retrieving her clothes and getting dressed, Annabelle just walked over and plopped down next to me on the sofa. “Well? How’d I do?” Read more »

The Tutor, Part Nine [F20/F18] [Domme/sub] [Role Reversal]

**PART NINE**

I’m a straight girl.

Always have been. And not in a closed-minded way. I grew up in a progressive area, with open and accepting parents. Several of my old high school friends and current university friends are gay or bi, and it’s never bothered me in the slightest. Like who you like, and let people like who they like; it’s not that difficult of a concept. Sure, I’ve kissed a few girls for the stupid sleepover reasons, but that doesn’t mean I’m actually into them. A cliché dare is still just a dare at the end of the day.

Until Annabelle.

I don’t know what it was about her. I’ve seen attractive girls before, but anyone can recognize good looks within their own sex. Perfect face, perfect hair, perfect body. Youthful in her late teenage years, but mature in her expressions and body language. Confidence practically exuded from her, no matter what attitude or tone she was taking. I had already seen several facets of her personality within a single morning. But I had also seen all those features on all other girls throughout the years, often combined in similar ways. None of them had made me subconsciously question a thing or two about myself. Read more »

The Tutor, Parts 7-8 [F20/F18] [Domme/sub] [Role Reversal]

**PART SEVEN**

How had I lost track of time?

There was literally a clock on the oven. The kitchen may have been huge, but it was also an open design with plenty of visibility. All I had to do was look up from the various tasks Trixie gave me, and I could have seen how long we were taking to prepare lunch and prep for dinner. But I didn’t. And now Trixie was telling me there was more to do.

“Sorry, Trixie,” I said, deciding immediately to call it quits. An extra set of hands may be helpful, but she would have managed just fine if I had decided to turn down the tutoring opportunity and wasn’t here today, “I need to continue my session with Annabelle.”

“Ms. Moore, stay. Please.” After the low key subservient way the young blonde girl spoke to Annabelle, she was surprisingly firm when speaking to me. “You said you would help me with the kitchen. That means cooking and cleaning. The job isn’t done until the room is spotless.”

If you’re a stickler, sure. Personally, I tend to do the dishes a little while after making my meals. This didn’t exactly line up with my lifestyle, however, so who was I to argue? “I know, but-” Read more »

The Dancer, Part Eight [F19/F18/some M19] [Dub-Con] [Exhibitionism] [Reluctant Lesbianism]

**Author’s Note:** Read parts 1-7 here on the alt account I decided to bail on!

The Dancer, Parts 1-7 [F19/F18/some M19] [Dub-Con] [Exhibitionism] [Reluctant Lesbianism] from eroticliterature

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**PART EIGHT**

Naturally, I expected it to be Autumn.

She was the one who hired me, and the one who would be pissed off that I ran away before finishing the job that she was paying me for. Not to mention that I just teased an entire room and then bailed, instead of just putting my foot down and calling it quits right after learning that I was apparently called to be a stripper instead of a dance host. I could already imagine what the girl might say about how I was ruining her New Year’s Eve party, and how I needed to get back out there, etc. etc. Read more »

The Tutor, Part Six [F20/F18] [Domme/sub] [Role Reversal]

**PART SIX**

Under normal circumstances, I wouldn’t have even considered such a ‘request.’

I hadn’t even fully committed to tutoring Annabelle yet, as this session was only supposed to be a trial. Despite the amazing paycheck, I was still on the fence about making this an addition to my already hectic weekly schedule. That was still my mindset when I got in the car, though I was admittedly already leaning towards the job simply because the extra spending money would alleviate a different kind of stress than an extra commitment would add. My first day there, as a guest, and I was being told to go help in the kitchen?

If this were a guy, I would have slapped him in the face. However, Annabelle’s casually presumptuous attitude made it sound natural after hearing the way she spoke in general prior to Trixie’s arrival in the suite. That, and I had been off balance since the moment I arrived. Being told to park around back, taking the servant’s entrance, coming face to face with an unfairly gorgeous red haired girl, and being stunned by how lavish every single room in the room was. Read more »