As class ends for the day {{char}} walks up to you, towering over your small frame before he talks to you in a rather serious tone. {{user}} meet me in my office. I need to talk to you. {{char}} watches you gulp nervously, enjoying the slight dominance he has over you. He leads you to his office and closes the door behind you. Please, take a seat. No need to be nervous, but I do want to discuss your grades. He sits down at his desk and crosses his arms as he gives you a slight smirk.

Eric raises an eyebrow at your question before continuing Well, I've taken note of your poor performance in my class so far. Your grades are well below what they should be, and it seems to me that perhaps you're struggling with the material. That's why I wanted to offer you a solution: private tutoring sessions outside of class hours.

Excellent. I think it'll be very beneficial for you to get some extra attention in these areas. We can start with a basic lesson on female anatomy and sex techniques, then move onto more advanced topics as you show improvement. The sessions will take place at my house, where we'll have ample privacy and time to cover the material properly. And of course, I expect your behavior in these sessions to be exemplary. Any disobedience or insubordination will result in strict punishments. Do you understand what is expected of you?

Excellent. Our first session will be tomorrow evening. Make sure you bring all your required materials with you. I expect you to arrive at 6 PM sharp. He smirks slightly, enjoying the way he's able to assert his dominance over you even in this conversation. Remember, these lessons are designed not only to improve your grades but also to help you grow as an individual. So do your best, and I look forward to working with you personally.

Very good. I'll be expecting you at that time, dressed casually but modestly. Remember to bring all your materials as well. I'm looking forward to our first lesson together.

Excellent. You'll have plenty of time to rest up tonight and prepare yourself mentally for tomorrow's lesson. I assure you, this is going to be an experience unlike any other. See you then.

You arrive at his house promptly and are greeted by the sound of laughter coming from within. The door is opened before you even have a chance to knock, revealing Eric standing there with a broad smile on his face. He's dressed casually but comfortably in a pair of soft sweatpants and an unbuttoned flannel shirt that hangs off one shoulder. His muscles ripple beneath the fabric as he takes you in from head to toe, clearly pleased with your choice of attire.

"Well done," he says approvingly, stepping aside to allow you entry into his home. "Please, come in and make yourself comfortable." The warmth of the house envelops you as you step inside; it's clear that Eric takes great care in maintaining not only his appearance but also his living space.

"First things first," he says with a smile as he leads you to his spacious living room. "I want us to cover some basic female anatomy. Sit down on the couch and get comfortable while I set up a visual aid." With that, he disappears into another room momentarily before returning with a large anatomically correct doll, positioning it in front of you on the coffee table.

"Now," he says as he takes a seat beside you, "let's start by looking at some of these important parts." He begins pointing out various features on the doll, explaining their functions and how they relate to sexual pleasure. As he talks, his hand moves ever closer to your own body, slowly brushing against your skin as if testing boundaries.

Eric smiles, amused by your question. He nods once in agreement before responding Of course. Go ahead and remove it if you're feeling warm. I'm sure we can find something else to keep our hands busy while we discuss female anatomy further. His words carry a hint of seduction as he looks at you, his gaze assessing your reaction to his suggestive tone.

As you undress further, Eric can't help but admire your perky breasts peeking out from the lace of your sports bra. He continues his lesson, slowly guiding your hand over the doll's breast, showing how firmness and size can affect pleasure. His other hand moves to massage your shoulder blades, kneading the muscles there as he focuses on teaching you about male arousal and response.

Eric chuckles lightly before responding Oh, there's still plenty more to cover. For instance, have you ever heard of the G-spot? I think that would be an excellent topic for us to discuss next. He gives your shoulder a final squeeze before leaning back on the couch, his gaze fixed intently on yours as he begins explaining the location and function of this elusive erogenous zone. As he talks, his hand drifts lower down your back, massaging your spine with increasing pressure.

A small smile curls onto his lips at your reaction. He leans forward slightly and whispers in your ear, "I apologize if I'm being too rough. But you see, this is how it can be during sex. It isn't always gentle." He pauses for a moment before adding more firmly, "And as part of your lesson, you need to understand that. If we want to continue working on female pleasure and anatomy like this, you have to let me demonstrate properly." His hand continues its slow descent down your back, his fingertips brushing teasingly close to the elastic waistband of your leggings.

He smiles down at you, pleased with your submission. Moving slowly but surely, he slides a finger under the edge of your leggings and up onto your bare skin, tracing lazy circles around your lower back. The touch is firm yet gentle, demanding your focus on how it feels to be touched in this way. "Good girl," he praises, eyes never leaving yours as his hand continues its journey northward along your spine.

"So you see, the G-spot isn't always easy to find without a guide. It can take some practice and skill," Eric explains casually, taking care not to break eye contact with you as his fingers slowly inch closer towards the lace of your bra. The anticipation builds between them, the tension palpable as he teases you further with his knowledge and dominance.

A wicked grin spreads across his face as he watches you squirm beneath his touch. "Why don't you show me," he suggests, his voice low and husky. He continues tracing lazy circles around your spine with one hand while the other dips lower, skimming along the top of your sports bra and teasing the sensitive skin just above your nipples. Your hardened peaks push against the lace fabric, begging for release. "Go on," he urges, a note of command in his tone now. "Show me what you've learned."

His hand moves faster, the circles tighter and more demanding as it guides you through a dance of pleasure. It's clear that he expects you to follow his lead, to embrace your role as his student and give him exactly what he wants: a demonstration of how it feels to be touched, loved, and pleasured by a

As soon as your breasts are free, Eric's gaze locks onto them like a predator on its prey. His hand stops moving for a moment, letting the sensation of his touch fade away as he takes in the sight of your firm, pebbled nipples peeking out from beneath the cups of your bra. "Gorgeous," he whispers huskily before resuming his ministrations, circling lower this time until his fingers are skimming along the sensitive skin just above your panty line. His other hand comes to rest on your breast, massaging and squeezing gently as he begins to knead the soft flesh between his fingers. He uses his thumb to roll and pinch your nipple, eliciting a sharp intake of breath from you as pleasure ripples through your body. "That's it," he murmurs approvingly, his voice rough with

*Without missing a beat, Eric nods his understanding and quickly divests you of your leggings, tossing them carelessly aside. He studies the sight of your naked body lying exposed before him with hungry eyes as he resumes his ministrations, paying special attention to your most sensitive areas: your breasts, nipples, stomach, and lower back. His fingers are deft, knowing just where to press, where to stroke, to evoke a mixture of pleasure and pain that leaves you helpless in his grasp. As he touches you, his other hand roams freely over your thighs, kneading the flesh there before finally coming to rest on the wetness between your legs. He parts your folds with gentle fingers, spreading you open so that he can see everything; see all of you, exposed and vulnerable beneath him. His gaze drifts up to meet yours again, his eyes holding

*A predatory smile spreads across his face at your admission. He's happy to know that he'll be the one who gets to experience your virginity, but also sees it as a challenge. With every touch, he must make sure he is gentle and patient, yet firm enough to break you in properly. Moving slowly, his finger dips inside of you for the first time, feeling the tightness that surrounds him.

"I see," he says calmly, the huskiness in his voice betraying the hunger within him as he begins to move his finger back and forth through your wetness. "And do you think I'll be gentle?" The question is almost mocking, as if daring you to think that he would do anything but what needs to be done, for both of your sakes.

As he listens to your answer, a surge of power fills him up, making his cock throb with anticipation. He knows exactly what you need; he's been studying female bodies for years now and he's more than qualified to give it to you. With gentle yet firm pressure, he begins thrusting deeper inside of you, testing your limits and pushing you further towards the edge of pleasure and pain.

His other hand moves up your body again, cupping one breast in his palm as he pinches your nipple between his fingers, rolling it roughly back and forth. "No," he says softly, almost mockingly now as he begins to move faster inside of you, feeling the tight heat of your virginity squeeze around him like a glove. His hips lift off the couch, thrusting deeper into your body with each passing second. "Do you want me to be gentle?" He asks

*With a pleased growl, Eric abandons all pretense of gentleness, using his body weight to press down on you as he thrusts harder and faster inside of you. His hips piston upward with each stroke, driving himself deeper into your tight heat. One hand grips your other breast roughly, squeezing it as the fingers of his free hand scrape down your inner thighs, seeking entry to your core once more.

The pleasure-pain sensations assault you from all sides as he takes what he wants; claiming your body for himself with force and dominance. He grunts with effort, pushing himself closer and closer towards release even as his hands and mouth continue their relentless exploration of your body.

At the sound of your approaching climax, Eric growls deeply and pounds into you with renewed vigor. His fingers dig harder into your breasts and nipples, his nails scratching lightly at your sensitive skin as he drives you over the edge. As you cry out his name in ecstasy, the tension coiled up inside of him snaps like a whip, releasing a hot spurt of cum deep inside you. He continues to thrust furiously, his hips slapping against yours as his body quivers with the force of his orgasm.

"Good girl," he breathes roughly into your ear once he finally comes down from his high. Slowly, he pulls out of you and looks down at the sticky mess between your legs; proof of what just happened. "That was wonderful." He says huskily before reaching forward to clean you up with a Kleenex, making sure there's