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!

Against my better judgment, I was standing outside Mr. Quinn's door on Saturday at 5:50 PM. I still didn't fully understand why I had come here, and I didn't like doing things that I didn't fully understand.

Was it because of the pictures he had of me? Or the toe-curling orgasm he had given me in his car? Or...because he had paid me $500 last time for a total of two and a half hours of sucking dick, tutoring, and then fucking?

At a rate of $200 per hour, was I willing to suck Mr. Quinn's dick and be fucked by him? Even after subtracting the $50 I had paid for the Plan-B pill, the rate came out to $180 per hour. That was a huge jump from my previous $30 an hour rate.

I figured I'd already done it, now I just had to get used to it.

I took a deep breath, wiped my sweaty palms on my sweatpants - yeah, I wore them just to spite him - and rang the doorbell. A few seconds later, with my heart racing faster and faster, Mr. Quinn swung open the door. He had his cocky grin already plastered on his face. I couldn't decide whether I still thought him handsome or just cruel.

"Sierra! Glad you could make it." He looped an arm around my waist, drawing me close against his hard chest, then stepped back to guide me into his house with his hand on the small of my back.

I set down my sleepover bag in the foyer and was in the midst of untying my sneakers when I heard footsteps approaching us in the entryway. Didn't he say Tully was - oh. Shit.

The blood drained from my face and I just froze, with my hands stilled on my laces. A man with graying hair and a slight belly, almost as tall as Mr. Quinn, was staring at me from just a few steps away with a beer in his hand.

"Damn, Louie." The man let out a whistle as he looked me up and down. "She looks really young. You sure this is gonna be okay?"

"Well, she's legal, but how old are you exactly, Sierra?" Mr. Quinn's voice sprang me into action.

Shit, shit, shit. This was bad. Really, really bad.

With my shoes half untied, I slung my sleepover bag back onto my shoulder and lunged for the doorknob. Mr. Quinn was just a beat quicker; he clamped his hand over mine, hard enough to make me whimper and pull back.

"Sierra, you just got here. Where are you running off to? And," his voice was icy now as he gripped my face with his hand, "I asked you a question."

"I don't want to, please, Mr. Quinn," I pleaded as I gripped his forearm with both my hands. "I don't want to have sex with him, please, no, please, please - "

"Sex? Who said you're having sex with him?" He let go of my face and folded his arms across his chest as he leaned his weight over the door, blocking my only way out.

"Then..." I backed into the wall adjacent to the door, clutching my bag across my chest. My eyes darted between Mr. Quinn and the other man. I felt like a trapped rabbit being cornered by these two giants. "Who is he? What is he doing here?"

"Well. I owe him a favor. But, he's not going to touch you, don't worry."

"Then why is he...? I don't...I don't want him here." I whispered, staring down at my bag. I hated how scared and small I sounded.

Mr. Quinn sighed. "You're being disrespectful, Sierra." He stepped toward me and I cowered lower. "Come on, now." He wrenched my bag out of my hands and dropped it back onto the floor. Then he tried to wrap his arms around my shoulders, but I jerked away from his reach.

"No! I - I'll scream." If I screamed, the neighbors would come, right?

Mr. Quinn sighed again. "I haven't really had much time to train her, you know, so she's not very obedient," he said to the man, completely dismissing my threat. "At least, not yet."

"A little bit of resistance isn't bad," the man replied and took a gulp of his beer. Neither of them was even fazed. I realized I didn't even know this man's name.

Mr. Quinn turned back to me. He stood there, just staring at me, and I opened my mouth, a few times, but each time I closed it before letting out a sound. Why? I didn't know.

"Go on, then," this asshole prompted.

Looking into Mr. Quinn's dark eyes, all I finally managed to whisper was, "I hate you."

His mouth curled up. "I can live with that. Alright, come on."

I kicked off my shoes and followed him and that man into the house, staring down at my feet. I felt numb. I could've screamed. I had been right next to the door. Why didn't I do it?

"Sierra, here, I got you this," Mr. Quinn handed me a bag that had been lying on the couch. "Go change."

He sat down on the couch and the other man took the recliner facing him. I opened the bag and saw a flash of red. Silky. Must be...lingerie. I looked up at the other man and he smiled at me, his beady eyes already seemed to be undressing me from where I stood.

I went to the bathroom, locked the door behind me, and sank onto the floor. My mind was completely blank. I just felt...numb. I stayed like that for a few minutes, until a knock rattled the door.

"Sierra." Mr. Quinn. Of course.

"I've been patient with you. You had the chance to call for help. Did you take it? No. So now stop pretending like you didn't know you were coming here to get fucked."

I didn't reply. I heard him exhale on the other side.

"Listen to me, Sierra." I heard the frustration rising in his voice now. "You think I can't open this door? Huh? I'm giving you a chance to fix your attitude and open it yourself, because trust me, you're not going to like it if I have to do it."

I stood up, unlocked the door with trembling fingers, and stepped back. Before he could speak, I asked, "You promise he's not going to touch me?"

A beat passed before he answered. "I do."

I nodded and turned around, leaving the door open. I pulled my sweater over my head and dropped it onto the floor. Then I reached behind my back, unhooked my bra and let it drop as well. I could feel Mr. Quinn watching every movement I made.

I stepped out of my sweats and slid the red lingerie over my shoulders. It hugged my body perfectly, dipping low around the swell of my breasts with the dark pink of my nipples slightly visible beneath the sheer fabric.

"Your panties too. And let down your hair. You have beautiful hair. You shouldn't tie it up."

I took in a deep breath and stepped out of my panties. As I bent over to pick up my clothes, I heard Mr. Quinn take in a sharp breath behind me. I hung them on the hooks lining the wall, then tugged off my scrunchie and stretched it around my wrist. I shook my head and my blonde hair cascaded around my shoulders and down my back.

I bit my lip and turned around. This was the first time I'd seen Mr. Quinn look at me like this. Like he was barely holding it together. His eyes were heavy-lidded and his jaw tightened.

He took a deep breath, and his face relaxed as I walked to him. He looped his arm around my waist, pulling me close. With his lips brushing my hair, he murmured, "You have such a sexy body, Sierra, why do you hide it in those hideous clothes?"

He was the king of back-handed compliments.

We walked back into the living room, where the other man was. His eyes widened when he took me in and a smile crept up his face. I started to feel self-conscious again, so I raised my arms to cover my breasts.

He cleared his throat, then said, "You look beautiful, darling."

I felt disgusted. I didn't want someone like him looking at me. Was that because I found Mr. Quinn handsome and not him? How shallow of me. But among these men, I was definitely the least shallow person.

Mr. Quinn sat down on the couch. "Sit," he said, patting his lap.

I sat down on his lap, keeping my legs crossed - at least for as long as I could. The other man was staring me down and I could see a bulge forming in his pants.

The coffee table in front of me was littered with beer cans and a bottle of Ciroc. I remembered the pineapple Ciroc I had first tried in high school, how bad it had tasted, and how I had thrown it up. But a shot of it had definitely gotten me good and drunk. What was it - oh yeah, the blood alcohol concentration.

"Can I have a drink?" I asked quietly. "The vodka."

"Hmm..." Mr. Quinn leaned over me to grab the bottle. As he twisted it open, I reached for it, but he pulled it back. "You know, you never did answer my question. How old are you?"

"I - I'll be twenty-one in two months." He was so annoying. I know he didn't care. He wouldn't have orchestrated this situation if he had cared about my age.

"Hmm...what do you think, Matt?" He asked the man. Matt. At least I knew his name now. "Should we let her drink?"

"I do like it when the girls are nervous, but she seems too tense right now. She needs to loosen up. Let her have some."

"Agreed. Open your mouth, Sierra." Mr. Quinn brought the bottle to my lips and tipped it, letting a slow stream of alcohol pour into my mouth.

My face twisted as my tongue made contact with the disgusting liquid. I heard them both chuckle and Matt said, "She's cute."

I squeezed my eyes shut, placing my hands over Mr. Quinn's on the bottle, and let him pour more and more into my throat. It burned as it went down my throat, and I felt warmth spreading outwards from my chest to my fingers and down to my core. I finally pulled the bottle back after I felt like I'd probably taken the equivalent of three or maybe four shots.

I shivered, and Matt chuckled again. Mr. Quinn put the bottle back on the table and leaned back, pulling me into his chest. He adjusted me so that my back was pressed against his hard torso, forcing me to look at Matt. Then, he took my legs one by one, hooking them over his and spreading them apart.

Matt's eyes immediately dropped to my bare pussy and he started touching the bulge in his pants. I couldn't wait for the alcohol to hit. I felt so uncomfortable.

Mr. Quinn brought his lips close to my ear and whispered, low enough for just me to hear. "You're being such a good little slut for me, Sierra. I appreciate it."

He ran his palms over my thighs, softly squeezing them at first, then harder. I whimpered softly and squirmed on his lap. I could now feel his dick pressing into my ass from behind.

"So, where'd you find her, Louie?" Matt asked. "She doesn't look like some street whore."

"She's not." Mr. Quinn said, his voice was a bit muffled against my neck as he suckled. He moved his hands up to my shoulders, and tugged down the thin red straps using his fingers. "She's my daughter's tutor."

Matt let out a whistle. "A tutor? Damn, so she's smart, eh? Darling?" I looked at him. My vision felt bright and fuzzy around the edges. "What do you tutor?"

I smiled at him. He didn't look that bad, after all. Was that me or the vodka talking? I didn't care, because he'd called me smart, and that made me happy. "Math. Rhymes with...Matt." I giggled.

"You're really cute, darling. You know, I was never that good at math. I'd love to hire you to tutor me."

He was lying, right? He wasn't hiring me to - oh, who cared? Not me, so I said, "Sur - ah!"

Mr. Quinn bit down on my shoulder just then, making me yelp and I felt my head clear for a second. Then, I felt myself slip right back under the haze.

I could feel my pussy getting wet as Mr. Quinn's dick got harder against me, and even wetter as Matt watched Mr. Quinn touch me. Matt was rubbing that large bulge in his pants and I couldn't tear my eyes away. Was he bigger than Mr. Quinn? Probably not.

Mr. Quinn peeled the lingerie down past my breasts. My nipples were already hard and I suddenly realized I was basically naked. "Oh! Oh no. Don't look." I giggled, quickly covering my breasts with my hands.

"Move your hands, Sierra. Matt wants to see." Mr. Quinn said, grabbing my hands and moving them down to my thighs.

And then I don't know what got into me.

I moved a hand to my pussy, letting out a soft moan as my fingers found my throbbing clit."Ohh...mmh..." I was so slick that my finger kept sliding over my clit and I felt frustrated that I couldn't get a good, frictional rhythm going.

Matt sucked in a breath, "That's hot. Damn." He unzipped his pants and pulled his dick out. He wasn't nearly as big as Mr. Quinn, not even close, but I was mesmerized nonetheless.

"You like it, darling?" Matt asked when he saw me staring.

Just as I nodded, Mr. Quinn gripped my wrist tightly and shoved it aside. Then he buried two fingers deep into my hole, making me yelp again.

"You're so wet, you little slut. You were throwing such a fit earlier, hmm? Acting like you didn't want Matt here. Now look at you. Dripping all over my fingers as he jerks off to you." He nudged a third finger against my opening, and I cried out.

"Shh. You..." He kept trying to push a third finger in, but my pussy was resisting it. "...fucking...slut." I whimpered as he managed to fit three of his huge fingers inside me.

"Damn...she looks tight as fuck," Matt said as he started fisting his dick.

"She is. Tightest pussy I've ever fucked," Mr. Quinn said as he pumped his fingers into me. The third finger kept slipping back out and he kept nudging it back in. "Isn't that right, Sierra? Hmm?"

"Mhm, yeah...ohh...Mr...Quinn..."

"I love the faces she makes." Matt was breathing heavily, his palm running over his dick. "Especially her eyes, man, they're so innocent."

"You should see her face when she's getting fucked." Mr. Quinn pulled his fingers out, wiping them across my thigh before slapping it with his palm. "Get up, Sierra."

"Oh. O-okay." I stood up, and my lingerie slipped down my waist, pooling around my feet. "Oh no." As I bent over to pick it up, my feet wobbled.

"Watch it!" Mr. Quinn reached out from behind, catching me and pulling me back onto the couch before I fell face-forward into the table.

"Mm..." I laid my head against his chest and closed my eyes. I was naked and cold, and he just felt so big and so warm. I don't know what I'd been so worried about earlier. Everything was just right.

"Shit, she's really drunk." That sounded like Matt.

Mr. Quinn ran a hand through my hair...his touch felt so nice. I whined, though, when his grip tightened and he fisted my hair to pull my head back off his chest. "You shouldn't have drunk so much, Sierra," he muttered. His expression was confusing.

"I'm sorry. Please don't pull my hair. I'm sorry." I pouted. That way he'd know I was really, truly sorry.

"Hmm." He smoothed down my hair. I still couldn't understand his expression. But he was being nicer to me today than last time and that's all I cared about. "You want some water?"

I shook my head, then bit my lip and placed a hand on his leg. "Um. When are you gonna fuck me?"

He and Matt both looked at each other and laughed. I wasn't joking; I was serious! I pushed out my bottom lip to pout again.

Mr. Quinn unzipped his pants and I immediately reached out for his dick, wrapping both hands around his shaft and pulling it out. I giggled and looked up into his eyes. "You're so big. I like it."

He smiled, guiding me to my feet and turning me to face Matt again. "Sit on it."

I was still a bit unsteady. My body kept wanting to lean in a different direction than I intended. Mr. Quinn placed his hands onto my hips. "I got you. Sit." I was so grateful for Mr. Quinn at that moment as he lowered me slowly and steadily onto his dick.

He let out a low groan, his grip tightening on my hips as he started to bury his length in me.

"Ohh...mmm...so much...so big...wait! Ohh!" I braced my hands on his thighs. "Hold on!"

"Shit..." Mr. Quinn muttered behind me. "So. Fucking. Tight." He kept pulling me down until I was fully seated on his dick. I whimpered at how full I felt. He snaked a hand across my stomach and pulled me back against his chest.

"Oh shit, her cunt is getting stretched so wide around your cock," Matt said. I looked over at him; his palm was wrapped tightly around his dick and he was frantically stroking it.

"Her pussy is so tight, man," Mr. Quinn panted behind me, starting to drive into me from below. "Young pussy really is the best."

"I bet it is," Matt replied. "Darling? You like being fucked by older men, eh?"

"Mmm...ohh yeah...it's so-ohh!" Mr. Quinn was thrusting hard, and it was making my head spin, but it felt - "So, so good."

"Told you she's a slut when she, ahh...gets a cock in her. Isn't that right, Sierra?" Mr. Quinn then began to grind his length into me, gyrating his hips beneath me.

"Mhm." I nodded, closing my eyes as I leaned back against his chest. "Ohh, that's nice...mhmm."

"Damn...I can see her dripping all over you."

"She gets wet so easily. I gotta...ahh...tell you, man, I made a mistake by not fucking her sooner."

"Mr...? You wanted to...ohh...mmm...fuck me from before?"

"Fuck yes. Who wouldn't?" Mr. Quinn grunted, and Matt chuckled at his response.

Then, with one arm still holding my back flush against his chest, he brought his other hand to my breasts and roughly squeezed them while his hips continued to roll his dick in my tunnel.

"M-me too...I always wanted you to...mm, that's so good...ohh...mmh..I'm gonna...ahhh..."

"Fuck, man, she's cumming...Jesus...her cunt is squeezing my cock. I'm not gonna last long." Mr. Quinn started pounding his dick up into me from below, his balls smacking against my ass, making me moan loudly. My breasts bounced violently with each punch of his dick.

My orgasm was still rippling through me when he groaned loudly and rammed his dick deep into my pussy, hitting my cervix.

"OH!" I cried. "It's...oh!! It's coming out. So warm." I giggled. I felt a warm haze spread through me, my lips curving up. "It's so nice...mmm...so warm." I grinded my pussy on his dick as he released more and more of his hot cum in me. This was the best feeling in the world. Why had I fought him so hard last time?

"No!" I cried when I felt Mr. Quinn pulling out. I wanted to stay like this forever. With his big dick inside me, pumping warm cum, and filling me up. "Don't!"

He laughed at that, but still slid out his dick. My chin started trembling and my lips dropped into a pout.

"Darling, you like being filled with cock?" Matt asked, and I nodded furiously. "Being filled with older men's cum?" I kept nodding.

Matt's grip on his shaft looked so tight. Why had I asked Mr. Quinn to not let Matt touch me? I wanted him to fill me up, too.

I made a move to get up to go to him. Mr. Quinn held me tightly against his chest, though, and I wasn't able to move. He spoke directly in my ear, his deep voice making goosebumps rise across my bare arms. I loved his voice.

"Some of my seed is leaking out, Sierra. Why don't you finger it back into your slutty pussy?"

He guided my hands to my pussy, helping me drag the fluid that had leaked out back inside myself. I gasped as my fingers slid into my tunnel - my hole was gaping!

"That's a good girl, yes, don't lose any of it slut. Push it farther in."

"Oh, I'm sorry, okay." I closed my eyes and dropped my head back against his chest, as I fingered my gaping hole with his slick cum. I was so full of his seed. I loved it.

"Fuck, darling, that's so fucking hot." Matt's voice sounded breathless. "Fuck!" He yelled.

I opened my eyes slightly to see he had cum all over his dick and hand. He was wasting all that cum. I could have taken it in me.

"You did good, Sierra," Mr. Quinn whispered against my ear. He gently lifted me off of him and lowered me onto the couch so I was lying down on my side. I smiled and closed my eyes. I had done good, and now I was so cozy.

I heard Matt's voice cut through the silence after a few minutes. "I'd love to have her to myself one day. What do you say?"

Mr. Quinn's voice replied, "I'll think about it. So, are we good now?"