The Tutoring Session

         It was her first day teaching at a new college. She had taught English for four years as a professor and specialized in poetry. But school was all she had. She had no pets, no husband, no children, no parents. And worst of all, she had no inspiration. She loved reading poets like Robinson and Frost, but she had been lacking true inspiration to write for herself. She knew how to write, but she had nothing about which to write.
         As she stood at the front of the room with twenty-five pairs of eyes on her, she turned to write, “American Writers II” and “Dr. Emily Waggoner” on the chalk board. And then she began to teach the students what she herself could not do. Write.
         When the class was over and the students began filing out of the room, a lone student approached her as she stood organizing papers to shove back into her carry-all.
         “Dr. Waggoner?” His voice was rough but quiet. She looked up into the eyes of Zeke Brandson, one of the students that she noticed was having a slight bit of trouble with the information and the questions that she posed in class.
         “Yes?” She tried to sound calm and confident, but for some reason, she felt uneasy. Like she was coming unglued.
         “I’m not sure I’m getting all of this information. It’s a lot to remember. Judging by the first day, I think I can already tell that I’m going to have a hard time in this class. Is there anything that I can do to keep a good grade?” His blue-eyed stare was unwavering as he stood waiting for her response.
         “Yes, there is,” she said without even thinking. Why did I say that?! What in the world could he do besides study harder?! She stood there furiously trying to think, but she couldn’t find a good enough response.
         “Okay. What can I do?” he asked with a curious look in his eyes. Was he reading her reactions? Shit!
         “Um, well, you’ll definitely need to study hard,” she said turning her eyes away to finish putting the papers in her bag. “And you might need a tutor.”
         Zeke paused for a minute. “Like you?”
         She snapped her head up, caught off guard. “Me?”
         “Sure, why not?” He said with a smile as he headed for the door. She followed. “Who else but the teacher would make a good tutor?”
         “But, I don’t—” She stopped as Zeke quietly shut the door and locked it from the inside. “What are you doing?” she asked, suddenly afraid.
         “Well, I’m getting tutored, of course,” he said, slowly approaching her.
         “Now, Zeke, that’s enough. I am a professor, not a tutor. We have a perfectly acceptable tutor program available here that I’m sure you could take advantage of.”
         His gaze slowly traveled down her body and back up to her face. “But I'd rather take advantage of you.” He stepped forward again, making her bump into the table. She gasped as she realized she was caught.
         “Zeke, stop. Stop it now,” she cautioned. Without bothering to answer, he roughly grabbed her shoulders and brought her mouth to his for a smoldering kiss. She moaned a protest against his lips, but for the life of her could not remember why. She clutched the desk behind her as his mouth worked wonders on her own. She parted her lips and his tongue met with hers, further electrifying the embrace. When they finally pulled apart from one another, gasping, Emily got a hold of her senses.
         “No, no. This is wrong,” she said as she tried to step around him. He grabbed her again and, turning, shoved her against the wall.
         “But, Emily, I still need some tutoring,” he said, pressing his body against hers. She quivered. Apparently, that was all he needed to begin running his hands along her body. She gasped as she felt twin trails of fire on either side of her body as his hands traveled down to cup her ass. He lowered his face to begin kissing her neck.
         “Zeke. Zeke, no, we can’t,” she whispered hoarsely. But his mouth continued south as his hands massaged her ass cheeks. His tongue darted out and traced her collarbone, making her whimper. Suddenly, he pulled back, roughly pulled her shirt off over her head and lowered his head to tease her breasts through the thin fabric of her bra before she could say a word.
         “Z - Zeke, n - naaahhh,” her protestation was lost as she sighed contentedly. He bit down harder on one nipple and she cried out softly, clutching his head to her chest. She knew she should be stopping this, but she couldn’t think of a good reason why anymore. Just the feel of his hands on her bare stomach and back was enough to make her forget her name.
         Almost without her realizing it, he had taken her bra off and he started suckling one breast while his hand fondled the other. She moaned at the unfamiliar feeling.
         “Mmmm, that’s it baby. Just let me make you feel good,” he murmured against her breast, the vibrations nearly driving her mad. All too quickly, he had pulled away only to tug off his own shirt. She ran her fingers lightly over his muscled and slightly hairy chest. He groaned, grabbed her hands and pinned them above her head with one hand. With the other, he slowly traced a line down to a breast, circling it, floating lazily to the other one, and flicking the nipple. Emily squirmed and pushed her chest toward him, trying to get even more pleasure. He chuckled. His hand traveled farther down until they encountered the button of her jean skirt. He swiftly undid the button and thrust his hand inside her panties. She squirmed, trying to make him touch her most intimate place. He slowly circled her clit, making her breath catch in her throat. And then finally, his fingers arrived at her core. Immediately, he thrust two fingers into her soaking pussy. She cried out from the pain at first, but as her body got used to the intruders, she relaxed and pleasure overwhelmed her. Never had she ever been touched like this before.
         He slowly worked his fingers in and out of her and she thrust her pelvis in time with is manipulations. “Oh, God. Zeke,” she whimpered, struggling weakly to get her hands free.
         “No, no, no,” he said in a playfully arrogant tone. “You are not following the rules of the game. Now you need to be punished.” He removed his hand from inside of her and she moaned in distress. But suddenly, he grabbed her once again, spun her around and pushed her into the desk so that she was laying on her stomach stretched out on the table. Before she quite knew what was going on, she felt her skirt and panties fall to the floor and heard his clothing do the same. Fear suddenly gripped her and she remembered who she was and what was happening. She frantically tried to get up, but Zeke held her down with a hand on her back and pressed his pelvis against hers. She whimpered as she felt his hardness against her rump.
         Still trying to rise, she begged Zeke to stop. “This isn’t right. Students and professors can’t do this! I’ll lose my job! I’ll have to move again! I can’t – we can’t—” She cried out as she felt his hard member enter her in one swift thrust. “No, Zeke! Don’t! I don’t want to do this! Stop, please!” She writhed against the table, helpless under his weight. She felt him lay himself on top of her and he whispered in her ear, “Don’t be a fool. You want this just as badly as I do. Listen to your heart beating. You think fear is making it do that? Does this—” he pulled out and pushed back into her slowly, “feel wrong to you? Hm? How about this?” He snaked his hands around her body to clasp over her breasts and rub her rock-hard nipples with his thumbs. “Does it feel like this is wrong?” He kissed down the side of her neck.
         She was lost. She raised her head and sighed as he kissed his way down her neck. She couldn’t think of anything that could dispute his logic. She was beyond thinking now. Opening herself up to pure feeling, she pushed her pelvis against his.
         “That’s it,” he whispered. “That’s it, baby. Let me fuck you.” Just hearing him say those words made her want him even more.
         “Yes, f – fuck me,” she said uncertainly. But as his pace quickened and her arousal heightened, she wanted more. “Fuck me!” she moaned. “Fuck me harder. Harder, damn you!” God, she wanted this. She wanted his hands and lips exploring every inch of her body. She wanted his cock pumping in and out of her. She wanted to feel his hot breath on her damp skin. She wanted everything he had to give her.
         As his thrusts became harder and faster, she began to feel a strange sensation sweeping throughout her core. She cried out and writhed on the desk as her first orgasm ripped through her. She panted and moaned as her pleasure peaked and white-hot ribbons of desire flowed from her core. As she tightened around him, Zeke groaned as he quickened his thrusts and erupted inside of her.
         “ See, now, baby. That wasn’t so bad, was it?” he whispered into her ear again. She could only shake her head. He pulled out of her and slowly backed away from her, allowing her to rise uncertainly from the table. After giving herself a moment to catch her breath, she turned to face her student. Confidence making her face flush.
         “There is no excuse for what you just did,” she chastised, her voice strong. Zeke backed up a step, surprised at her sudden shift in attitude. She stalked up to him and forced him to back up against the first row of desks. “Now. Lay down,” she ordered.
         “What?” Zeke was caught off guard. Emily gave him a rough push. “Down. Now.” He slowly complied, sitting with his back against a leg of one of the desks. Emily wheeled around and pulled out a bungey cord from her carry-all that she used to tie the bag to her motorcycle. She also grabbed a pointer from the blackboard tray. Returning to where he was, she ordered him to slide forward. He hesitated. Without warning, Emily gave him a light rap on the thigh with the pointer. He yelped and quickly lay down.
         “Now hold still,” she said as she tied his wrists together, then tied them to the leg of the table. “What you have done was inexcusable,” she said again, grinning wickedly. “Therefore, you are going to have to face the punishment for your actions.” She slowly slid the end of the pointer down his chest and toward his balls.
         “Oh, God,” he muttered as she rubbed the end of the pointer along his pubic hair. His cock twitched at its lack of attention. She suddenly pulled back and lightly rapped his stomach with the pointer. He grunted at the sting. “No talking,” she reprimanded. He nodded. With one hand, she reached down to lightly trace a nipple with her fingertip. Zeke struggled to keep his moans silent. But when she ever so slowly slid her hand lower and lower, he groaned his impatience as his cock grew harder.
         Emily snatched her hand back and brought the pointer down onto his cock. He yelped at the intense pleasure/pain that swept through him.
         “You aren’t following the rules,” she said. "Maybe if I relieve some of the pressure you’re under.” She lowered herself to her knees and brought her mouth to his cock. She licked the head of his shaft and lightly blew on the tip.
         “Oh God, Emily. Holy fucking shit!” Zeke grunted, pulling at his restraints. Emily threw her hands up to his chest and scratched him from the chest to his thighs, leaving red welts behind. He sucked in a ragged breath at the pain that felt like pleasure.
         “Never use a professor's first name! I see it’s going to be harder than I thought to properly tutor you,” she said, speaking with a calm, professional voice. He panted heavily and said nothing. He was getting much more than he bargained for.
         “I guess, I’ll just have to show you who’s boss,” she said, straddling his chest. She slid down his body, leaving a trail of her juices along her path. When she finally came to his cock, she immediately rose up and impaled herself completely on his shaft. Both of them cried out at the intense feeling and she proceeded to mercilessly fuck him, bringing him closer and closer to climax only to pull away and slow her pace. As she rode him, he worked furiously to release his hands from their bondage. After three near-climaxes, he finally succeeded in freeing himself. He grabbed her roughly and rolled her onto her back, making her squeal in surprise.
         “I’m not the only one who was bad today,” he murmured. He sucked a nipple into his mouth and bit down on the hardened bud. She cried out from the pain and the pleasure. As she tried to catch her breath he pounded his throbbing member into her and fucked her at a furious pace. In a few minutes, they both came at the same time; her writhing and moaning beneath him clutching his back, his ass, and his shoulders as her climax swept her away, and him grunting as he shot his load inside of her and continued sucking and licking her breasts.
         After they had wrung the most pleasure they could out of the experience, Zeke rolled off of her and lay beside her catching his breath. After  moment of silence, he rose, got dressed, and picked up his backpack. Turning to face the naked woman lying in front of him, he smiled.
         “I guess I’ll see you the day after tomorrow for another study session,” he said with a wink. With that, he walked to the door, unlocked it, and exited. Before he closed the door behind him, he stuck his head back inside to add, “You might want to lock this after I leave.” A wink, and he was gone.
         She did as he said and retrieved her clothes and began to redress. She sighed. There were not words for what she had just experienced.
        No. She was wrong. There were plenty.
        She grabbed her notebook and began to write her first successful poem.



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