My Tutee's Dad Makes Me His Slut

All characters are above 18. This is a fictional story with nonconsensual sex. I do not condone actual rape, this story is for reading purposes only!

I shifted my weight on my feet outside Tully's door. My backpack was getting heavy - I'd been carrying it from class to class all day, and then on the train to Tully's house. The trains were always packed during rush hour.

I was tired, but my day was almost over. After this tutoring session, I was going straight home and to my bed. Ah, I couldn't wait.

Tully's dad swung the door open, welcoming me in. "Sierra, come in. Did Tully text you? She's going to be late. You're welcome to hang out."

"Hi Mr. Quinn," I greeted him back and went to sit on the couch. Tully was a senior in high school, just a couple of years younger than me, and she also commuted home from school so she was usually running late. I didn't really mind, her dad always paid me for the whole time I was here, whether she was late or not. So I took out my iPad and decided to use the time to fix up my notes from my classes today.

Her dad sat down at his desk behind me. That was normal; he often worked on his laptop there when I tutored Tully. I respected him a lot; he was a software engineer and really smart. I wondered why he didn't just tutor Tully himself, since he was probably better at math than I was, but maybe he just didn't have time. He was a single dad and I admired that about him. I'd never seen him bring any women over though, at least not when I was tutoring Tully, which was nice of him, because I bet he got a lot of women.

He was really hot. He was like forty, I think? But he looked like he worked out often because he would wear these short-sleeved t-shirts that hugged his arms and chest and, oh god, were his muscles nice to look at. Add that to being smart, financially well-off, and a single dad? I bet women went crazy after him. I always wondered why Tully's mom had left him, but I never asked - I was just Tully's tutor.

I was color-coding the definitions and theorems in my notes, when Tully's dad interrupted me.

"Sierra," he called. I turned around to see him typing on his phone. "Tully just left school. She said she won't be home for another hour, at least."

"Oh, okay. Thank you for letting me know." Ugh, I was going to get paid, sure, but that meant it would be even later until I could get home.

"Do you want to stay?" He swiveled in his chair to look at me.

"Yeah, I'll stay," I nodded, pulling out my phone to send my parents a text letting them know I would be late, and then looked back up. Mr. Quinn had bent an elbow on the arm of his chair, placed his head in his hand and was staring at me. That was...weird, but, okay? I crossed my legs, afraid that maybe my dress was too short. I didn't think it was inappropriately short, but maybe I should wear more professional clothes the days I was tutoring. Definitely, knee-length moving forward.

He gestured with his chin to my iPad. "What are you working on?"

"Oh, just my class notes."

"What class?"

Was he bored or something? He never really talked to me this much.

"Modern Algebra. Oh, a lot of computer science majors also take this class, so maybe you did too? Although, I guess software engineering is different."

"Well, maybe I did. Let me see," he said, but he didn't get up. So I picked up my iPad and walked to him. I placed my iPad on his desk and scrolled up to the start of today's notes. 

"So we'd been talking about groups and then rings for a few classes," I said. I heard him roll his chair closer to me, and I could feel the warmth radiating off his body. "And today, we defined integral domains."

"Hmm. What's this you starred?" He pointed to an example on my iPad.

"Oh. Yeah, that was interesting. We were going over examples of integral domains that have a finite number of elements."

"Tell me more." He said and then, as if he did this all the time, he casually looped an arm around my waist.

My breath caught and I stiffened under his touch. "Mr. Quinn...?" I left the question open so he could explain himself.

"Why did you stop talking?" He tapped my iPad with his finger. "Continue."

"Well...," I let out an exhale. What. The. Fuck? "We defined integral domains and then after the examples...we proved how every field...um." I took another deep breath, my voice was shaking slightly. I crossed and uncrossed my legs. He kept his arm around my waist, and he had started squeezing my hips and thighs slightly.

He was trying to hook up with me.

Right?

With ME. When his daughter was about to be home. This was...crazy.

"This dress looks really nice on you, Sierra." I could feel him lifting my dress a bit each time he squeezed me. "Anyway, what did you prove regarding fields?" He prompted me, and then pulled me down into his lap.

I jerked up. Okay. This had gone on for long enough. "What - " I started but he pulled me back down, and in a clipped tone he said in my ear, "Sit. Down."

I felt my skin prickle under his voice. What the fuck?! This was entering the "not okay" territory. Okay, he had touched me. And I hadn't stopped him. But now he was taking this too far.

"Mr. Quinn." I tried my best not to let my voice tremble. "Let me get up."

"Oh, Sierra, you're so adorable," he murmured with his lips brushing my neck. Oh god, that felt really good. Maybe hooking up with him wouldn't be so bad. I mean, he was so hot. "I've seen how you look at me when you're tutoring Tully." My chest rose and fell rapidly as he kept talking while moving his hands up and down my body. "You have goosebumps all over. You wanted this, didn't you? For a long time."

I took a deep inhale. His touch was getting me carried away.

Focus.

I still couldn't believe this was happening and the fact that this was happening all wrong.

The truth was, he was hot, but I didn't want to hook up with him. However, he was bigger and stronger than me. I wasn't successfully going to push him off. And that might aggravate him further. I could still try to talk him out of it.

"What if...Tully comes home early?" Maybe thinking of his daughter and the fact that I was only a couple of years older than her would stop him.

"I have her location, don't worry." He stretched my dress around my shoulders and started to pull it down.

"Mr. Quinn! Stop." I gripped my dress tightly and tried again to stand up but his arm wrapped around my waist held me tight against him.

"Oh, Sierra, tell me..." He yanked my dress out of my hands and pulled it down my breasts. "What made you think you could order me around?" I looked down to see how quickly my breasts were rising and falling. "Sierra. Answer me."

"I...," He didn't sound angry...more like amused. But I understood that struggling against him wouldn't get me out of this, in fact, it could dig me a deeper hole. So I said, "I'm sorry."

"That's better," he slipped a hand in my bra and fondled my breasts. I had pretty big boobs for my petite frame, but in his large hand, they felt small. "You're such a smart girl, Sierra," he spoke the words directly in my ear. "Tell me...do you have a boyfriend?"

"Mmh...no..." His dick was growing under me and...I was growing wet with anticipation. He was being aggressive, yes, but I knew he wasn't actually going to hurt me. I mean, my parents knew where I was, and his daughter was coming home soon. I'm sure he expected me to still tutor her. Still, I was so disappointed in myself. If he saw how wet I was, his whole "it was you who wanted this" would be cemented in his mind.

"No? A smart and beautiful girl like you?" He kept squeezing my boobs with his hand as he spoke.

"I've just been busy." I whispered. Was he going to fuck me? I'd never had sex with a guy so much older, but I was curious about whether they were actually much better in bed than younger men.

"Of course." He spread his legs apart and took my hand and guided it to his crotch. I hesitantly touched his hard dick through his pants. "I understand, I do."

Using his hand, he moved my palm to stroke his dick through his pants. He groaned under my touch. He was...wow. He was big, and he was impossibly growing even bigger under my hands. "Get on your knees, Sierra," he whispered against my ear.

Oh. Yeah. Okay...I could suck his dick. I should be glad he just wanted a blowjob from me. So I got down on my knees on the hard tiled floor and unzipped his pants.

"Take it out." He said, spreading his legs and leaning back in his chair.

I licked my lips. I was a bit excited to see how big his dick was. So I reached a hand in his boxers and took his dick out from the flap. Wow. It was still partially in his boxers, but god. It was thick, hard, and veiny, and I was holding it. I'd never sucked a dick this big. How was I supposed to fit it in my mouth?

I bent forward and wrapped my lips around the head. I heard him suck in a breath at the first contact with my tongue. His dick tasted clean like he'd just showered. I looked up at him - his head was thrown back on his chair. I felt special that it was me making him react like this and it made me feel like I was back in control.

So I went to work. I put both my hands on his dick and started stroking it while licking and sucking on the top with my mouth. I couldn't believe it took both my hands and mouth to cover his dick. He was huge. It was a relief he hadn't fucked me. Right?

"Mm Sierra...you're an amazing cocksucker...and, of course, tutor." He placed a hand behind my head and was now humping my mouth. I tried to keep up with his pace but my jaw was starting to hurt.

I pulled my mouth off his dick to get some air, taking in big gulps, and he looked down at me. He placed a hand on my forehead and pushed it back so I was forced to look into his dark eyes. The facade of control I had felt was quickly fading as he looked down at me, unsmiling.

"Sierra. Did I tell you to stop?" He wrapped his large hand around my long blonde hair and used it to hold my head in place as he shoved his dick past my lips.

"Mmph!" I sputtered as he stuffed his dick into my mouth. I took a big inhale through my nose.

"Don't even think about biting, Sierra," he warned me as he started to fuck my mouth.

"Mmph...mmhh!" I kept sputtering around his wide shaft. I tapped his thigh impatiently but he didn't ease up. In fact, he pushed his dick even further down my throat, groaning when he hit the back. I could barely breathe through my nose! "Ug..ghh..mmph..." My eyes started to get teary as he kept rocking his dick inside my mouth and I was drooling around it; I could feel my saliva dripping down onto my breasts.

"Sierra...you have such pretty eyes, you know?" He said when he saw me look up at him furiously. I must have looked a mess. "And...mm...your little mouth wrapped around my cock? Fuck, it's a sight to see."

He had a deep voice and although I'd rather not have been in this situation, his dirty talk and groans were turning me on. My panties were getting damper and clinging to my pussy as he kept fucking my mouth. I wondered what it would feel like if he was fucking my pussy.

Just then he grabbed his phone with his free hand and snapped a picture of my mouth stuffed with and drooling on his dick. What the fuck?! I shook my head furiously and pounded on his thighs with my hand but his grip on my hair kept me latched on to his dick.

"Don't." His voice had a warning tone in it. "Your job isn't done yet." Job?! I was here to tutor, not suck dick! "Mm, yeah, your throat knows how to take a cock. You give many blowjobs before? You little slut."

Slut?! No way he just called me that.

"Oh, fuck," His head fell back slightly then and I felt his dick twitch on my tongue. "I'm cumming, Sierra." He shoved his dick as far down my throat as it could go and his grip on my hair was so tight it hurt. He cursed softly under his breath. "Don't swallow it yet. Keep it in your mouth, slut. Fuck, here it comes."

His cum started to spray straight down my throat and I started coughing. He had enough decency to pull his cock out so the cum shot onto my tongue instead. It was warm, bitter and slimy, but I kept it there. I just wanted to get this over with, and it seemed like I just had to listen to him for a few more minutes before his daughter came back and he put the "respectable single dad" mask back on.

"Mm, Sierra...yeah...fuck," he groaned as he leisurely thrusted in and out of my mouth. Some of his cum started to leak out from the sides of my mouth. "Such a good little slut." he pulled his dick out and I closed my mouth to not let more cum leak down my chin. I hated the taste. Could I swallow now? I didn't, just to be extra cautious.

He brought his hand under my chin and tipped my face up. "Open up. Stay like that, yeah, stick out your tongue...What a slut." He picked his phone back up and took another picture of me.

"You can swallow now."

Like agood little slut- his words, not mine - I glared at him and swallowed his cum. I winced as it went down my throat. It really was bitter. I wiped my mouth and snapped at him. "Why did you take pictures?!"

He grabbed my hair again and yanked my head back. His voice was soft but icy. "Sierra," I whimpered as he yanked my hair harder. "Shh, it's okay. I'm patient. You're young. And you're learning. But you're a good student, yeah? Well, sluts don't speak back like that." He gripped my face with his other hand. "You understand?"

I averted my eyes from his face but nodded in his hand. I understood. He had pictures of me.

"Good." He released my hair and zipped up his pants, then turned back to his desk. "Now, go wash your face, Sierra. You look like you've been crying."

I stood up and walked away to the bathroom. "Oh and Sierra?" He called. I turned back to see him grin at me. He looked like a devil incarnate. "I'll give you a ride home."