Sweet Little Maria and Her Tutor

Jonas, in his late 20s and working in a foreign country, hires a maid. The maid brings her teenage daughter, Maria, to be tutored. After some time, the maid offers torentMaria out to Jonas. This is their first encounter.

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Jonas held the door for Maria, and she filed into the bedroom, stealing one last glance of her mom in the hallway before the door latched shut. There was a palpable atmosphere of awkward anticipation as they stood beside each other, alone. While both of them knew what was going to happen, Jonas did have a better idea whereas Maria's head spun with thoughts.

Jonas made the first advance; a hand on her shoulder. Large and firm, it worked its way down her arm, tracing its way onto her inner wrist, before moving to grasp her body. The hand now on her side, Jonas gently pushed Maria to the wall, putting his other hand behind her head to cushion her. He moved with her, pinning her between the wall and his frame, so that he eclipsed her entire body; her little feet locked together between his. She looked up at him.

Maria was still a teenager, and Jonas wasn't overly tall but nevertheless she only came up to his breastbone. Most of her small stature was made up by her long, slender legs. A modest blue dress covered her skinny body. Her hair was straight and black, and when in a breeze it blew wispily. Her face was cute, she was definitely attractive, but her features were still too adolescent to be considered beautiful. Jonas loved her mocha skin and the faint freckles on her nose. Sometimes during tutoring session he had found himself just studying her features before catching himself.That's your student,he would tell himself.Helping her with her English homework gets me a discount on her mom's maid service.

They regarded each other for a long moment. Maria, with her back to the wall, did not push against him, while Jonas simply studied her--feeling moderate disbelief that this was happening. Waiting a second too long he finally leaned down and kissed her, quickly and harshly pushing his lips onto hers'.

With faces locked, Jonas chased Maria's little mouth, not overtly romantic but questioning and curious. Jonas pulled away to judge her reaction, and Maria's clear uncertainty and inexperience with kissing gave him the confidence to focus, to take advantage of this moment like he had fantasized for weeks in bed alone. He had thought he was misunderstanding, mistranslating, when Maria's mother had proposed the deal.

He took a step back, releasing her from the wall, and gestured at the bed. Maria understood and slipped off her sandals, obeying. Jonas watched as she pushed the mosquito net aside and crawled onto the center of the blanket, folding her knees beneath her. Through the netting, she saw Jonas unbutton his white linen shirt, and while obscured, she heard his belt unclasp and clang as it hit the floor. Still in the loops of his pants.

As Jonas now parted the net, Maria lowered her gaze; kneeling her head and letting hair shroud her face. She felt the mattress sink as it accommodated his weight. He sat facing her: a stone and a pebble suspended on a taunt fabric.

"Hi," Jonas broke the silence and Maria let out a quiet laugh, the kind that is mostly air passing the lips quickly. Head still bowed, she could only see his bare lower legs, but she could feel his fingers--from her elbow to her shoulder they traced her smooth skin. She had always been a quiet girl, but it was undeniable that their relationship, their dynamic had shifted.I wonder what her mother told her.

Maria's dress was faded blue fabric that stopped just above the knees and just below the neckline. It was modest, and so was she, even with a lower cut she would not have much cleavage to show. Her breasts were soft dough, set to rise beneath a baker's towel. Jonas' hand lingered at her right shoulder, forefingers circling her tattoo, her only tattoo, a small ink rabbit. One her mother had begrudgingly allowed for her quinceañera.

"Mi coneja," Jonas whispered. She bit her bottom lip, feeling her cheeks flush. She became acutely aware of the world's sounds: the whirring AC, her mother's sweeping in the hallway, and her own heartbeat. "Turn around."

Silently, she rotated on her knees. She glimpsed his face, a caricature that she had seen many times--but his eyes seemed different now, darker. Maria kept her head instinctively bowed. She settled, her back now to Jonas. Again, his hands found themselves on her body, this time sliding up from her elbows to her shoulders, causing her to shiver. Jonas paused at her reaction and laughed politely at her nervousness.

"I'm sorry," she said.

He shushed her. Not as an angry librarian does, but as a parent quieting a child for bed,

"It's okay." His hands continued, stopping now around the base of her neck. Gingerly, Jonas removed both straps of Maria's dress from her shoulders, but the little blue dress continued to hug her upper chest, loyal to her body. Maria felt the mattress depress more as Jonas raised himself up. With slow, careful hands he pulled down the dress, exposing her small breasts.

Without thinking, Maria covered herself, and again, Jonas shushed her,

"It's okay, mi coneja." She nodded and took a deep breath. She relaxed her arms as Jonas grasped them and pulled down to her sides. Maria let out a timid gasp: she was topless in the presence of another, her favorite dress now a useless wrap around her waist. Maria desperately wanted to cover her nipples, which she could fiercely feel, vulnerable in the cold air of the bedroom, but was scared Jonas would think she was resisting.

Satisfied with the dress, Jonas circled Maria with his legs and pulled himself closer, his bare chest mere inches from her bare back. John's hands came around her, lightly pinning her arms to her torso, and grasped her from behind like a prom date. Maria could not think of another time the soft skin of her stomach was touched by another person.

His palms were rough and warm, and she bristled at the feeling of his heat. Gripping ever so, but enough to make Maria feel like she was being squeezed, Jonas began running his hands up the front of her body. His fingers dragged across her silk skin, sliding higher and higher without any sign of stopping. Maria closed her eyes and wheezed when his pinkies passed her belly button, the two fingers dipping into her shallow hole uninvited.

The hands stopped just below her breasts. The fingers wrapped and cupped the perimeter, not yet intruding inwards. The raw, primal feeling of another's hands on her virgin body tugged at something deep inside of Maria. Her breathing became audibly quickened, almost raspy, and for the first time since entering the room she felt more fear than ease. Not enough to stop him, but enough to be paralyzed.

He squeezed her boobs from beneath and pulled his thumbs in from above, sliding down her smooth form--as if it was grape skin. Maria's areolas were an earthy brown and her nipples were erect with naked uncertainty. He took them under his fingers and the sensation sent shocks through her entire body, involuntarily she let out a whimper. "Just like that, little rabbit," he said. Maria leaned her head forward, daring to faceplant as he traced circles and manipulated her nipples playfully. She silently fought under his fingers for about a minute until he removed himself with a sharp squeeze.

"Lay down," he said, directing Maria with a forceful hand on the back of her head. He pushed her down, as his other hand simultaneously pulled her ass upwards so that she came to lay with her forehead pressed to the bed and her back arched in the air.

Jonas paused and regarded the frozen girl; she had kept her knees locked together, which only allowed him to further appreciate her thin legs. He lifted the bottom of the dress, letting it fall over the prostrate girl, revealing only a simple pair of white panties. He put both hands on her hips, gently rubbing until he found his palms on the thin elastic that covered her forbidden fruit. He could feel her heat. He studied her anatomy with interest and hunger.She has such a petite ass,he thought. A single palm almost covered both light-skinned cheeks.

Dragging his fingers, Jonas made his way down the panties to between her legs. Reaching under, he felt between her legs, the gap in her legs despite her locked knees only serving to invite him. He knew he had the right spot because the little girl let out another muffled whimper. With his forefingers he gently rubbed her clit, and for her part, Maria handled this new feeling as best she could. Her whole body wanted to shake and pull away, yet she could only shove her face deeper into the blanket. Sensing his partner like a stalking predator, Jonas tightened his grip on her ass and kept drawing circles on her clit, causing Maria to release a few pathetic noises.

During their tutoring sessions, he had thought of her almost as an equal: a great student, motivated to learn and very clever. But now, Jonas couldn't help but think of her as his plaything, bent over for his pleasure. Helpless and forced to accept his touch without resisting. With a rush to the head, he reached up and ripped the underwear down--leaving it hanging useless, suspended between her thighs. Maria didn't even react to the sudden and forceful undressing.

"Pay me double and you can do whatever you want with her," Maria's mother had said to him. "Just don't get her pregnant."

Her ass was now displayed absolutely to the world, it was a little thing; two taut little cheeks the same color as the rest of her and vaguely heart-shaped. It wasn't flashy or large, and had barely poked out of the dress from Maria's small frame, but Jonas studied it with dreams of conquest.

He tugged and stretched her skin with his palms and fingers, gazing at her tiny holes. Jonas had never examined a girl like this, so scientific and matter of fact.I don't think Maria would ever stop me,he realized maliciously. She lay like a toy--a doll, submissively and obediently taking Jonas' manipulations as law.

Maria felt completely vulnerable, like a prey animal caught exposed in a clearing. She hid in her head, bucking internally at the pangs of sensation that erupted from her body under Jonas' exploring hands.

Jonas pulled her ass apart, and skimmed a thumb down over her tiny asshole. Lower, he cupped his fingers under her slit, feeling the radiated heat for a moment before brushing at it--the unabashed physical touch made Maria shift back and forth.

"Good girl," he said, barely audibly. Keeping his fingers on her clit he moved his thumb back up to find her entrance. Slowly, with gentle precision, he inserted his thumb into her. Maria's warmth gripped his thumb tightly as he probed inside of her. She let out another whimper.I know no one has ever been inside of you.

Jonas had to take another second and drink in his surroundings: his former student lay face down on his bed, back arched to present her ass to him--her mother just outside the room--and he was paying for this, to use her. And there he sat, lazily fingering her. He felt drunk with lust and power.

Without any conscious thought, his other hand drifted to his cock, which had been building in his underwear. It was time. He removed his thumb, Maria's hole sighed as her hole gaped. He slid the underwear down his legs and sat up on his knees, penis protruding; hard and twitching at the positioned girl--ripe for the taking. Holding his manhood from beneath he guided it to her ass; letting it kiss her warm skin and stroke up and down, pressing it finally to the parted labia.

Taking a deep breath, Jonas seized what he desired and pushed himself into Maria's waiting body. Instantly, she reared forward and let out a yep, instinctively trying to get away. Jonas reached and grabbed, putting hands on her torso, and firmly pushed her upper body back into the bed. "Shhh," he commanded. With a pitiful whimper she allowed herself to be pulled back onto his cock. Obeying, Maria let her arms sprawl out limp. With the initial thrust overcome, Jonas began a steady rhythm, careful not to go too hard or fast.

For Maria, the sensations had become too much. She could no longer hide and pretend she was elsewhere: she was here, in bed with her tutor, being taken carnally; fucked from behind. Jonas watched the submissive girl take him.

Jonas continued fucking, a little faster while still giving his body time to adjust--he didn't want to spoil his time, but enjoy himself. She was so tight on him, as if her life had served the sole purpose of growing her body to perfectly fit him at this moment.

"Yes mi coneja," he growled but when she didn't respond he felt the need to reassure her. "You're taking it so well, it'll be over soon." Fighting against the snugness, he worked his way in and out, stretching her as he went. Just as some mattresses remember one's form, he wanted her body to conform to him. His tip tapped something deep inside of her, as if a balloon within her was being poked, growing in warm intensity. This feeling was alien to Maria, and she felt as if something might break, that a release wouldn't come. She was a prisoner to the sensations biology had forced upon her.

Jonas slapped her petite ass and she yelped. He grinned at the total control he had over her--he never knew he liked this. With a groan, he pulled himself out for the final time, letting Maria breathe. Free of his fucking, Maria still maintained her position, her chest heaving, and ass toned red.So well behaved.

"Now face me. I want you to suck me," his voice didn't sound like his own. Maria, shaky, lifted herself up, hair clinging to her flushed face. She turned around, making sure to keep her head low and not meet his eyes. Jonas studied her without shame.

It was clear that she was unsure how to approach him as he towered above. Like a manipulated puppet, Maria lowered herself, performing child's pose before stretching her body out behind her. They exchanged a second of eye contact, Jonas was unsure what Maria saw, but he saw a yearning obedience.

He reached down and took her chin in his hand, pressing his thumb to her lips. She kissed him apprehensively. "That's my girl," he growled. Adjusting the angle of her head, he brought his penis to her face. It felt like such an abuse to hold such a sinful implement near her elvish, angelic face.

She stared with half alert eyes, as the expectant member had just been inside of her. Maria closed her eyes in anticipation as Jonas could wait no longer and pressed himself to her lips. Again, there was a moment of resistance that he had to break through, but when he did, Maria took his cock like an innocent whore, inhibition ripped away. He started fucking her mouth with the same careful rhythm he had used on her pussy, but soon lost himself in self-absorbed ecstasy.

Mouth agape with pleasure, Jonas looked down at Maria, her sprawled body, her tiny butt, her breasts which were almost too small to bounce at all. Her arms were little more than sticks, barely supporting her. Her face was shrouded, his cock entering and exiting a waterfall of black hair to meet lips behind it. He rocked back and forth into her, both of his hands clutching her head--pulling it back and forth like a toy.

She made almost no noise, only sometimes letting out a little squeak. Studying the pathetic girl, absolutely broken to his moment-to-moment desires, he saw her eyes squeezed shut. Through the eyelids tears leaked, a faint line running from her right eye down to the bed. Her tears glistened on her skin. Jonas looked up, as to not see what he was doing, but he did not stop thrusting into her warm body.

Finally, he slowed and slowly pulled himself out of her mouth. Maria let herself fall to the bed, gasping and Jonas pet her hair affectionately, "you're doing so good." She nodded slowly, eyes still closed. There was a wet spot on the bedspread from where the saliva dribbled from her mouth. "Lay flat on your back for me now."

Picking herself up and planting her ass beneath her, Maria slowly reclined, letting her head rest upon the pillow. As she leaned back, he leaned forward, bringing his body on top of hers. In missionary, she certainly could not hide; Jonas was right there, their forms interlocked. Their foreheads touched briefly as Jonas got comfortable, fully enveloping the girl. "Spread your legs." Maria's body obeyed and she brought her knees apart.

With that, Jonas rocked himself forward, not looking as his penis clumsily searched for Maria's vagina. His tip found the hole and began pressing into it. As he hovered on the precipice, Jonas touched his lips to Maria's chest, tasting her salty skin and leaving a trail of kisses to her breasts. For a test, he pecked at one of her nipples, causing her to squirm, but she quickly stopped herself as any movement meant she creeped down onto Jonas' waiting cock--ready to impale her. Kneading her breasts, he locked his mouth over a nipple, sucking and licking the sensitive nub. Maria, unable to control herself, writhed under Jonas' influence. Such shivers brushed her sex against Jonas, and his cock began sliding into her unprotected hole.

In response to being trapped between the dominance of his dick and mouth, she let a whimpering cry like a hungry kitten. He pulled his slobbering mouth off her tit, leaving it a shiny wet mess and bit the side of her boob.I hope that leaves a mark.He wanted Maria to remember him, to think of these moments whenever she saw her own body.

"Mi coneja," he moaned as his cock popped into her. At this same moment, he wrapped a hand around her neck--not necessarily to choke--rather just to keep her in place. An exploding flash of raw sensation erupted in her body, but she couldn't react; finding herself sealed her to the bed. Her body could not process what was being done to it, leaving her in a state of constant shock.

With an imprecise, excited rhythm he fucked her. Each thrust caused her to whimper. He wanted to be deeper inside of her diminutive body; he wanted to take her completely. Jonas reached down, grasping the supple skin of her thighs and pulled them up--removing any barriers from impeding him to pound into Maria.

He felt her body tighten, and her neck flexed hard under his palm,

"It's okay. There's nothing you need to do. Turn your brain off. Let me take you," he gushed into her ear. With timid reassurance, she relaxed her head to the bed, let her legs limply fall away, and her hole unclenched for his intruding cock.That's it, little one. Just give in.

The sounds and feelings of the rest of creation disappeared: the AC, the maid, the softness of the bed. Nothing existed outside of this moment. Nothing could be felt outside of Maria. She was the only other occupant in the universe, and she whimpered involuntarily, pressed beneath him. Absolutely drunk in the moment, he lovingly kissed her, and slowly, she used what little bodily control she had to meet his lips.She feels it too.They both were lost in each other. She let her head fall to the side and Jonas devoured her neck. Maria let out her first timid moan.

"I love you, my little rabbit." Their sweat ran together, their hot bodies grinding against each other--a fox pounced on a rabbit.I could make her mine right now.His hands held her in gentle, but absolute, submission: one on her neck and the other now on her head, pushing down in time with his thrusts as to reach deeper into her. With every insertion she released a sound halfway between a moan and a mewl, birdsong to his ears.

Feeling Maria's tightness hug his cock, Jonas' primal instincts told him to seize her--he was already fucking her as little more than a warm hole; a receptacle surrendered to his pleasure. It would be so simple to fill her up with his cum, to feel himself expand to every corner of her body. And Maria was willing,she would lie there and accept it.