The Tutoring - Sex Stories

The Tutoring

We'd reached the summer holidays once again, and for most of the other teachers in my school, that meant a nice six week break where they could chill out, recharge and not think about marking or lesson planning until September. Not me though.

I was newly-qualified, fresh out of university, so my pay wasn't on the level of some of my colleagues quite yet. As such, to bump up my bank balance, I'd accepted a tutoring job over the summer.

The gig seemed quite easy. I'd be tutoring a girl called Anna, helping her with her maths and English and giving her a leg-up in preparation for some upcoming exams. I'd found the role through an ad her Dad posted on a tutoring website, which stated that Anna was a polite, sensible girl who'd cause any potential tutor absolutely no problems. Good enough for me, I thought. I sent my credentials over to her Dad who was happy with them, and only requested a short meeting before he'd give me the job, probably to check I wasn't some sort of creep. Again, fair enough.

The day of the meeting soon came, and I arrived at their house. It was quite a luxurious new build in the residential part of my home town, with a big garden out front and two brand new luxury cars parked on the drive. These people were obviously living comfortably. Upon ringing the doorbell, I waited a few seconds before the front door swung open and I saw Chris for the first time.

Chris was a man in his early forties. He was talker than me, standing at about 6'2, with broad ...

... shoulders; a real rugby player frame. He had sun-kissed skin and numerous tattoos on both arms, visible due to the short sleeved polo shirt he was wearing. He had buzzed brown hair and stubble, as well as a pair of piercing blue eyes.

"Hello, Chris is it?" I said warmly, offering my hand to the man. "It's David, we spoke online about a tutor position for your daughter?"

Chris smiled back, and firmly shook my hand. "Yeah hello mate. Thanks for coming. Please, come in."

I was led through Chris' lovely home, which was every bit as impressive on the inside as it looked from outside. "Amazing house you have here, by the way," I was sure to say.

"Thanks, I suppose we've been lucky," Chris replied. "Though we do work hard for it. Please, take a seat on the couch and let me get you a drink."

I smiled, and sat down on the couch when asked. I asked Chris if I could have a glass of water, and off he went round a corner to the kitchen, leaving me alone briefly. Upon his return, I was surprised to see he wasn't alone; he'd returned with another man in tow.

"Luke's gonna sit in on this as well, if that's okay."

Luke was much younger looking than Chris, maybe around late twenties, only a few years older than me. He had a much more slender frame as well, though through his tight white t-shirt there was obvious muscle definition. He struck me as having a swimmer's build, toned and fit but not overly muscular. His dirty blonde hair was shaved on the back and sides but was ...