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!

"Can you explain this to me?" Tully pointed to her notes.

I bent my head forward a bit to look, tucking a strand of my blonde hair behind my ear. I was still in disbelief over the fact that her dad had been yanking my hair as he fucked my mouth only an hour ago. But tutoring Tully, like I always did, had calmed me down - at least for a bit.

But our session was almost over and I was trying to just focus on the math in front of me, instead of the promise her dad had made to drop me home. Maybe he wouldn't actually do it because wouldn't it be suspicious to Tully? Her dad had never dropped me off before.

Focus. I took a deep breath.

Temperature problem...specific temperature reached at least once during the given time interval...

"This is probably referring to the Intermediate Value Theorem," I said, looking up at her. "Did you learn about that yet?"

"I'm not sure," she replied.

"That's okay, I'll explain it. And this will be the last problem we do since our session is almost over."

I picked up her notebook and started sketching the coordinate plane. "So I'll draw this problem out on thexandyplane. That way you can visualize and understand how the Intermediate Value Theorem works." I plotted the two temperature values given in the problem. "It's super intuitive. So. We want to know if the temperature was ever 68 degrees - "

"Hey, Tully?" Mr. Quinn was standing behind us. Oh god, oh god, oh god. My heart started racing. "Let's wrap up now. It's late and Sierra needs to get home."

"Oh, yeah, okay. Thanks, Sierra." Tully smiled at me and started packing her books and pencils. She was so sweet. I felt so bad that she had a dad like him. She'd probably never seen that side of him though and I prayed that she never would. "What's for dinner, Dad?"

"You can order something on my UberEats account. You have it on your phone, right?" Mr. Quinn called from the door. He was already pulling on his shoes. "I'm dropping Sierra off. S he shouldn't take the train this late."

Shit. He'd really meant it. My hands were turning clammy as I packed my own bag. What was he going to do? I'd tell him "no" downstairs. I didn't need to make a scene in front of Tully.

"Yeah, okay, I'll do that." Tully said.

"Bye, Sierra! Bye, Dad, see you!" Tully called behind us as I left the apartment with Mr. Quinn.

I glanced at Mr. Quinn from the side. He was so big. Just my type, physically, but he didn't look the same after the way he had treated me today.

I'd tell him in the elevator that I'm going home by myself. Yeah. Elevators have cameras, right? He wouldn't do anything. My stomach sank as I suddenly remembered that he had pictures of me with his dick stuffed in my mouth and his cum on my tongue, leaking down my chin.

We got in the elevator together and he pressed the button to take us to the lobby.

"Mr. Quinn, thanks, but I can take the train home," I said as soon as the doors closed on us.

"No." He didn't even turn his head to look at me. "I'm taking you home."

I bit my lip, wondering if I should say anything.

Was that it? I just had to obey him?

How far would he take it? Was he going to fuck me in his car? No, because what if we got caught and he got charged with public indecency? He wouldn't want that. And he had just cum so much, earlier in my mouth. Old guys didn't have the stamina to go for another round so soon, right? Was he that old though? He was only about forty and he definitely worked out.

My stomach sank again when I saw his car. He had completely tinted back windows. Of course he did. But he opened the passenger side door for me, so I felt a bit better. Maybe he really was dropping me home.

"What's your address?" he asked after buckling in and rolling down the windows.

I felt so relieved as I gave him my address. Hewastaking me home and he wasn't going to do anything with the windows down.

I tried my best not to look directly at him as he drove me home, but I could see him in my periphery. He had one hand on the wheel and his other arm resting on the windowsill. Why did guys do that - like, rest their arm on the open window while they drove?

Even without looking directly, I could tell he kept looking over at me. "That dress complements you, Sierra," he said, breaking the silence. "Way more than the hoodies and sweatpants you always wear."

My face flushed. I crossed my legs and pulled down my dress. What a backhanded compliment.

"You know, Sierra, when I hired you to tutor Tully, I was expecting the usual."

I shot him a questioning look. What was he going on about? He looked over and shot me a crooked grin.

"Oh, you know, the stereotype," he said, his eyes back on the road. "Definitely not someone with your looks. So - and no offense - I always wondered if you had slept your way to that perfect GPA."

I turned my head toward the window and he softly chuckled. I was fuming.

That was incredibly offensive. He must know, in academia, imposter syndrome is felt by everyone, no matter how much they accomplish - maybe even more so, the more they achieve.

So him implying that it wasn't my intelligence, hard-work, and dedication that had earned me that perfect GPA? That was just low.

I didn't even bother gracing his comment with a reply. He was just trying to get on my nerves. For whatever reason. Maybe he got a kick out of it.

Within a few minutes, the streets began to look familiar and I felt a wave of relief wash over me as we got closer to my house.

"I can get off here, thanks." I told him when we were on my block, and he pulled over to the curb.

Thank.

God.

I couldn't wait to get the hell out of his car. I unbuckled my seatbelt and tried the door but it was still locked. "Um." I turned back to look at him. "The door?"

He smiled - no, he smirked at me, as he rolled up the windows. "Get in the back, Sierra."

"What?" Shit. Shit. Shit.

"Or..." He unclipped his seatbelt and then leaned over to press a button on the side of his seat, reclining it back. "I can fuck you right here." He grabbed my arm and tugged me towards him.

"No!" I pulled back immediately. "My parents. No. They might see us."

"Then get in the back, Sierra, and I'm not asking again."

I hesitated for a second, but he was probably serious. So I dropped my bag in front of my seat and climbed into the back, making sure my dress didn't ride up my butt as I did. Not like it mattered at this point.

For some reason, I thought of that line from the show I was watching about how the choices you make lead you down good roads or bad ones. My choice to wear this dress had led me straight down this terrible road.

He stepped out of the car, then climbed into the back seat with me. His key fob beeped loudly as he locked the doors before he slipped it into his pocket.

"Mr. Quinn?" He moved closer to me and I scooted back until my back was pressed against the door. Shit. This was happening. "Should we really be doing this?" The door handle was digging into my spine.

I racked my brain for an excuse. "I mean, I don't even have any condoms, do you?"

His face broke into a laugh and he chuckled softly as he pressed his upper body into mine, making the handle cut into my back harder. "Condoms? How adorable. I'm not putting on a condom."

No...

"I'm not on the pill though." I pleaded, flattening a palm against his broad chest. As if my small hand could stop him from doing anything.

"That's beside the point." He hitched my dress up my thighs, eliciting a gasp out of me when his hand brushed over my pussy through my panties. They were damp from earlier and my core was throbbing against the fabric in anticipation of being touched.

He pressed a finger against my opening through the wet fabric, his dark eyes staring into me. "You were tutoring with these soaked panties? Hmm?" I bit my lip as he forced the damp fabric inward with his finger. "Sucking my cock got you this wet? You really are a slut."

I looked away from his gaze, down at his hand pumping his finger into me. My breasts were heaving under my dress. He still hadn't touched me directly and I think...I think, I wanted him to.

"Mmh...Mr. Quinn..." I placed a hand on his forearm as he kept pushing the fabric into my hole, soaking it more and more. I was a sucker for muscular forearms, and feeling his veins jump and tighten beneath his skin with every pump was driving me crazy.

"Your panties are dripping, you slut. You really want me to fuck you, huh? In front of your house?" He tugged my panties away and finally touched my wetness with his fingers, pushing two of them in.

"No...ohh!" I moaned. "Oh, god."

He wasn't abrasive like younger guys that just fingered you roughly and thought it felt good. He was taking his time, angling his fingers, and mmm - damn! He pulled them out.

"Take 'em off." He nodded toward my panties with his chin, as he pulled his huge, hard shaft out of his pants. He shifted his body, tucking one leg back against the seat cushion and bracing the other one on the car floor. He was looming over me.

"Come on, Sierra. The longer you make me wait, the harder I'm fucking you."

I gulped and slipped off my flats first, then took my panties off, bunching them up in my hand.

"Your dress too."

I hesitated - I guess for a second too long for him - because he yanked my dress down and pressed my knees against my chest. "You look like such a slut, Sierra. Look at you. With that little, glistening pussy."

He placed a hand on the window behind me as he rubbed his dick across my folds. I loved how hard and hot he felt on my clit.

I couldn't help but feel like he was right about me being a slut. Why else was I so turned on? And why else could I not wait until he buried his dick in me?

I gasped as the thick head of his dick forced its way into my entrance, my fingers clenching tighter around my panties.

"Shit...Sierra..." He drew in a strangled breath. "Are you a virgin?"

I shook my head and he finally, finally, pushed his dick further into my needy, wet tunnel. "Jesus...you're tighter than a virgin."

I whimpered as he panted over me, stretching my walls with his size. His dick was so fucking big! Any pussy would be too tight for him.

"Mmh Mr. Quinn? Please go - ohh...slow." I braced my hands against the ridges of his abdomen, trying to hold him back. I just needed a minute to adjust to his width, but he seemed bent on burying his dick in me to the hilt.

"Don't." He grabbed my hands, hauling them up to pin them against the car window behind my head. Then he rammed his dick deep inside me and I shrieked loudly.

"Shh...shh....you don't want your parents to hear you, do you?" he murmured with his dick lodged deep inside my pussy. "What are they going to think when they see you come out of this car, hmm? Ahh damn...you got a hot little cunt."

He then pulled out to my entrance and drove back in again. This time my "shriek" sounded a lot like a moan.

"Stop making so much noise, you slut." He kept hammering his dick into me, and I couldn't help but moan and gasp, and he knew that. "Or is it because you want your parents to know how much you like being fucked by grown men? Hmm?"

I shook my head, squeezing my eyes shut as I bit the insides of my cheeks to stifle the sounds.

"Give me that." He released my wrists to pry open my fist, snatching the panties that I'd been clutching.

Why...?

He didn't leave me wondering for long as he shoved the damp fabric straight into my mouth. I didn't dare to take them out.

"Mm...your mouth looks perfect when it's stuffed. All pink and puffy. Just like your cunt is gonna be when I'm done with you." He smirked at me as he slowly churned his dick inside my hole. "You sleep around with guys often? Hmm, Sierra?"

His dark hair had fallen slightly forward, shadowing his eyes. He swept a hand through it, pushing it back. He was handsome, there was no doubt about it, and I bet he knew that. That's why he was such a cocky asshole as well. "Are you the slut in your college? Tell me."

"Mm-mm," I shook my head. I didn't have casual sex like that. Well, this was an exception. But otherwise, I'd never slept with a guy I wasn't in a relationship with.

"I don't know Sierra...mm...I mean, look at your drenched panties...fuck...you can taste how much of a slut you are, can't you?"

I don't know what he wanted to hear, but I kept shaking my head at what he was saying, until he pulled his dick nearly all the way out and rammed it back in. The back of my head slammed against the window, forcing a muffled yelp into my panties.

His next word couldn't have made me widen my eyes more.

"Sorry," he said.

"That hurt?" he asked softly, his face just inches from mine. I shook my head, confused by the sudden tenderness. What did he care whether it hurt or not?

"Slide down a bit." He guided me down until I was lying flat on the seat, then lifted my legs and guided me to wrap them around his waist. He leaned over me, slipping a large, warm hand under my head to gently cradle it.

That was surprisingly...nice of him.

No. Never mind. Because that hand he had "gently" placed under my head?

He used it to fist my hair, yanking my head back as he plunged his dick back deep inside me. "Mm...should've fucked you way earlier," he grunted. "Don't know why I waited so long. Knew your pussy was going to be top-fucking-tier."

His dick was also, as much as I hated to admit, "top-fucking-tier". Especially in this position with my legs wrapped around him and...I was approaching the edge. I whimpered around my panties as my eyes rolled back and my eyelids fluttered closed. Damn...this man knew how to fuck.

"Gonna cum?" He asked. "Hmm?" He yanked my hair again.

I opened my eyes to find him staring at me. I nodded meekly. The side of his mouth curled up. "Slut."

He placed a thumb on my clit, flicking it quickly, and whispered in my ear. "Go on, then. Cum."

The flicking and his voice in my ear set me off. My pussy tensed up around his dick and I bit down on my panties and curled my toes, digging my heels into his back. Oh...oh...god. I was breathing heavily through my nose and making nosies at the back of my throat that I was not proud of as the orgasm rippled through me.

"Fuck...you got even tighter." He started thrusting his hips hard and fast into me, not giving me even a second to catch my breath. My head felt a bit fuzzy after the orgasm, but he couldn't let me relax, could he?

"So you're not on the pill, hmm?" he asked.

Shit!

"Mh! Mm-mh!" I feverishly shook my head, pushing against his chest with my palms.

"Even better," he groaned, driving deep inside me. My panties muffled the scream I let out, and even as I tried my best to push him off, he stayed deeply lodged in me, his groans hot against my ear. He slipped his hands under my ass, lifting me to latch my pussy even tighter to his shaft as he sprayed his hot load straight into my womb.

"Mm yes...that's a good pussy...mm..."

I whimpered as he kept rocking inside me lazily, his warm fluid seeping out with every shift of his hips. His hair had fallen forward again, and he raked it back as he finally pulled out of me.

"Just need this for a sec." He picked my panties out of my mouth and -

This disrespectful motherfucker.

He used my panties to wipe the mess off his dick, then handed them back to me.

"That was great, Sierra. You agree, no?" He shot me a grin as he tucked himself back in. "Come over this Saturday at, say, six PM?"

If it wasn't for the pictures he had of me, I would have quit already. But I stayed quiet, bottled up my anger, and adjusted my dress.

"Tully will be away on a school trip," he continued. "We can have our own tutoring sessions, you and I. Wouldn't you like that? You can be the student, and I'll teach you how to properly take a cock up all your holes."

I swallowed thickly and let out a shaky breath, focusing on the task at hand instead of what Saturday entailed.

His cum had started to leak down my thighs. I didn't want to ask this man for anything, but I suppressed my ego. "Can I have a tissue?"

He glanced over, smiling when he saw me holding my dress away from the fluid spilling out of pussy. "Nah." He zipped up his pants. "Keep my cum in your pussy."

He brought his mouth close to my ear, his voice dropping. "I want you to go home with my seed in your tight cunt, soaking your panties. Then, greet your parents with the same mouth that had sucked my cock oh so lovingly."

This grade-A asshole.