An interview with her tutor - Chapter One - Sex Stories

An interview with her tutor - Chapter One

... heat of her blood suffused all the way down onto the upper slopes of her firm young breasts. Her nipples re-hardened at the sight of her tutor as her hand slipped between the folds of her sex and languorously began to rub between her labia, using the tips of her perfectly manicured fingers. “Yes, Miss, I did. It felt wonderful being dominated by someone like that. I felt so helpless and out of control Miss.” “So she was dominating you? Taking away your own control and using hers on you?” “Yes, Miss. It was amazing. She controlled me utterly, totally. I was her plaything Miss.” “And this woman dominating you like this made you wet? Made you squirm in your seat? Made your nipples hard?” “Yes, Miss. I’m so sorry, Miss. I won’t do it ever again Miss.” “Oh I think you will, Jay. But the next time I may be the mistress. It all depends if you please me sufficiently” Jay felt a flood of her juices seeping wetly between her labia and pooling in the gusset of her panties. She squirmed and shifted on the edge of the sofa. It was all she could do to stop herself from opening her legs wide, ripping off her thong and plunging her fingers knuckle deep in her own pussy. “I see you are becoming aroused again, Jay. Show me.” “I’m sorry, Miss. What do you mean?” she replied tremulously. “Open those lovely long legs and show me how aroused you are. Come on girl we don’t have all night.” “Yes, Miss.” Jay sat further back on the sofa and spread her legs wide revealing her dark tights, the crutch ...

... of which was sopping wet. “Ah yes, you are aroused. Now stand up and take off those silly tights. I want to see you properly.” “Yes, Miss.” She stood up, lifted her short denim skirt and hooking her thumbs into the waistband of her tights, slid them down her taut thighs until they pooled around her ankles. “That’s so much better Jay. Your panties too, take them off as well. Let me see you properly.” Jay blushed once more as she pulled the wet sticky pink thong away from her labia and started to pull it down. “Stop!” Jay stopped, the crutch of her thong only six inches from her sex. A long tendril of liquid hung, lewdly suspended between her cleft and her thong. She looked down and was mortified how swollen her sex was, her labia were engorged with blood and bulging obscenely from her sex. “Come here, Jay. Step out of those tights and come around my desk, stand in front of me with your legs apart as they are now.” “Yes, Miss,” She kicked the tights off and walked around the coffee table to stand beside her tutor’s desk, her legs apart as instructed. Ms Hosty dropped her foot onto the floor and swivelled the seat of her chair so that she was facing Jay, her face mere inches from Jay's sex. She breathed in deeply through her nose, savouring the aroma. “Ah how wonderful, Jay. Your hot wet cunt smells divine. Her index finger reached forward and touched the tendril of Jay’s arousal and scooped it until it wrapped around her fingers breaking the connection to her panties. She held ...