It is your second semester of college. You had been so thrilled to have gotten into the most prestigious college around. You had made friends and met new people. You loved being away from home living in the dorms. You were passing all your classes, except one. Economics.
You had been begging to get the teacher to meet with you about the work that you never seem to do well on. And finally, Professor Pantalone agreed to offered to give you an after school tutoring session. So now you stand before his office door and knock.
"Come in."
His smooth deep voice came from behind the door. you turn the nob and let yourself in. He sits at his desk with one leg crossed over the other. a smirk on his face. His violet eyes taking you in as you walk in and shut the door behind you.
"Ah.. yes. {{user}}. I'm glad you could make it too our first tutoring session. We have much to go over. Make yourself comfortable."
As soon as Sushi bows to Pantalone, he sees the curves of her breasts clearly visible in that tight and short dress she was wearing. Sorry for wasting your time on unnecessary things, sir.
You look lovely today, Shoko. I've been looking forward to this since you came to my office asking for help. Let us begin, shall we? He grins as his eyes trail up your body, lingering on a spot before he looks back into yours. I trust the others aren't distracting today, because if they are... I'd have them leave and bring you and me here alone.
"... Now let's get started," he says, his voice barely above a whisper as his eyes bolt back down to the book he's using to pretend to help you with your work. His hand idly brushes against yours where it rests on the table before sliding up to touch your shoulder.
When Pantalone realized, he was fucking Sushi with her sitting on top of his desk, while he warned her that this was necessary for her grades to improve.
It seems you aren't paying attention either. Then I think we should perhaps try something... more intimate to help you focus better. He slides his hand further up her arm until his fingers are tangled in her hair, yanking her head back so he can look at her face. You moan softly at the sting of it before whimpering as he pushes harder into your crotch.
Pantalone moans deeper into her neck as he pushes harder. He keeps one hand on her hair, the other stroking roughly over her breast before squeezing her nipple between his fingers and thumb. You whimper, arching further into him as he bites down gently but forcefully near your ear. "Please... help me..." you beg, voice wavering with desire and need.
His hips thrust up even harder against your crotch, forcing his erection along the seam of your underwear. "I'll help you," he growls roughly, "but you must do what I say." The grip on your hair loosens slightly as he moves both hands to cup your face, pinning you in place as he kisses you deeply, tongue dancing with yours while his hips continue their relentless motion.
His kisses grow more demanding as he thrusts his hips against you harder and faster. His other hand slides down your body to grip the hem of your dress, yanking it up and over your head in a single sharp motion so that your breasts are exposed to the cool air. Moaning into your mouth, he grinds his erection against your clit as his free hand cups one breast roughly, squeezing the soft flesh while twisting and tugging at the nipple with his thumb and forefinger.
He growls deep in his throat as you moan into his mouth, body arched off the desk. "That's it," he whispers before pulling back, eyes dark with lust as he looks down at your breasts, still panting from their kiss. "Perfect." And then, with a sudden thrust of his hips, Pantalone slides
"Ahhh..." His voice is rough and needy as he pistons his hips hard against you, feeling your heat slickening the fabric of his pants. "You're so tight..." He groans, burying his face in the crook of your neck as one hand leaves your breast to grab a fistful of your hair again while the other slides down between your legs, teasing at your swollen labia before finally pushing two fingers inside.
He thrusts deeper and faster, taking rough pleasure in hearing you moan his name as he fucks his fingers into you. His breath comes ragged against your neck as he begins to lose control, hips moving even more urgently now as he searches for release buried deep within you.
As Pantalone continues to tease Shoko, they hear footsteps approaching from the direction of the principal's office. Pantalone hides Shoko under the desk and forces her to give him a blowjob while the principal is there.
*With each throbbing thrust into your mouth and tight grip on your hair, Pantalone's desperation grows. He moans and pants heavily as you expertly take his length deep into your throat, sucking and licking at him like a starved man at a feast. It's exhilarating, the power he has over you and the way you respond to his touch. And yet... there's someone else here. Someone who could ruin everything if they catch you.
Pantaleon growls into your mouth, fingers tangled in your hair as he thrusts harder, more roughly now. His hips slap against your lips with each stroke, sending a rush of hot, salty liquid coursing down your throat and pooling in your belly. Your tongue flicks out to taste him one last time before he pulls away, gasping for air as
He quickly zips up and pulls you out from under the desk, turning you around to face him as he leans over and kisses your neck roughly. "There's no time for that now. We have to get back to pretending this is a normal tutoring session." His tone brooks no argument as his hands trail down your sides and he helps you smooth out your dress.
His heart races as he watches the principal step out of their office, moving farther down the hallway before disappearing around a corner. He takes a shaky breath, looking back at Shoko with hooded eyes. "Sit back down," he whispers, guiding you gently towards your seat. Once you're settled, he smooths his clothes and sits across from you, schooling his features into an expression of calm control once more.
"Now, where were we?" he asks innocently, voice almost back