An interview with her tutor - Chapter One - Sex Stories

An interview with her tutor - Chapter One

Jay Denton made her way down the long corridor, a succession of frosted glass doors on each side. Each of the doors held a large card announcing the department and the name of the tutor. At last, the Business Studies department. The office she was looking for; was that of her class tutor, Ms Claire Hosty. She had never visited her tutor’s office before and was only doing so now, having received a summons by text the evening before. ‘I thought she was too old to know how to text,’ she thought to herself and giggled. Miss Denton report to my study at 7pm prompt tomorrow. Do not be late! She flicked the power button on her phone, revealing the time 18:59.45. She quickened her pace, anxious not to be late, her heels clicking loudly on the vinyl flooring. Random thoughts raced through her mind. Why had she been summoned? What had she done? Why had Ms Hosty looked at her so strangely during the lecture yesterday? Did she somehow know she’d been chatting to her on-line lover and not just making notes, as she had hoped everyone would think? Jay had finished her course work for the term the weekend before, and had been filling her spare moments ever since conducting a torrid on-line chat relationship resulting in her near orgasm the day before. ‘Oh my god,’ she thought to herself. ‘It was so hot, the things Amanda had told her to do as they had chatted.’ Amanda was a forty five year old housewife starved of sex by her husband. She had turned her sexual thoughts to her sixteen year old ...

... stepdaughter, a precocious girl given to walking around the house in a permanent state of undress. Whether the teen had done it deliberately or not, the sight of her hard young body had inflamed Amanda’s desires to a white hot ball of lust that sat in her belly. Jay had, at her request, assumed the identity of the girl and the two of them had played out sexual scenarios that had left them both panting for release. Jay felt herself moisten and her nipples harden at the fleeting remembrance of their conversation; the way her make believe stepmum had controlled her. She had made her do things she had never before imagined, things that had filled her thoughts ever since. ‘Ah there it is,’ she thought as she saw the end door displaying her tutor's details. 'KNOCK AND WAIT', it announced in stark capitals. She knocked timidly on the glass panel -- nothing. She knocked once more, harder this time. She heard the sounds of movement from within, then the sound of a key turning in the lock. She stepped back and instinctively drew herself up straight, her breasts pushed forward, her back tensed. She felt somewhat uncomfortable, a mixture of dread and nervous excitement. Her tutor was an imposing and attractive woman of around forty. A tall slim redhead with an amazing poise and self-confidence. Jay had had a crush on her since they met at the start of this term a short three months ago. The way she moved as she was lecturing, walking from the lectern to the whiteboard, had entranced her ...