Skin and Sin (An Erotica Collection)

Tutor Milked By Stepfather And Stepson -2

The next lesson started the same way. Marcus sat at the desk with the textbook open while Elena stood beside him explaining a dense paragraph.

Her blouse was a soft cream today and the top two buttons were undone. Every time she leaned in he caught the scent of her perfume and the faint warmth of her skin.

“Read the next section out loud,” she said.

He tried. His voice stayed steady for the first few sentences, then broke when she rested her hand on the back of his chair and her fingers brushed the nape of his neck.

“You’re not concentrating again,” she said.

“Hard to concentrate when you’re touching me.”

She smiled and let her fingers trail lower, just under the collar of his shirt. “I told you I wanted you distracted. Are you hard already?”

Marcus nodded. “Since you walked in.”

Elena glanced at the closed door, then down at his lap. “Show me.”

He hesitated only a second before unzipping his jeans and pushing the fabric aside. His c**k sprang free, thick and already leaking at the tip.

Elena made a soft sound of approval and wrapped her fingers around him. She stroked once, slow and firm, from base to head.

“You’ve been thinking about last time,” she said.

“Every night.”

“Tell me what you did.”

“I jerked off thinking about your hand. Then I thought about pushing you against the wall and f*****g you standing up like you said.”

She tightened her grip and gave him another slow stroke. “Did you come hard?”

“Yes.”

“Good.” She kept her hand moving while she spoke. “We’re alone right now. Your stepfather said he would be out for at least an hour. So you’re going to listen carefully.”

Marcus’s breathing had already turned rough. “I’m listening.”

Elena released him long enough to hike her skirt up around her hips. She wasn’t wearing underwear.

She climbed onto his lap, knees on either side of his thighs, and settled so the bare heat of her p***y rested against the underside of his c**k. She was already wet. He felt it immediately.

“Jesus,” he muttered.

“Quiet.” She rolled her hips once, sliding her folds along his length. “You’re going to keep your hands on the arms of the chair. You’re not going to rush this. I want to feel every inch of you before I let you inside me.”

Marcus gripped the chair hard. Elena continued the slow grind, coating him with her wetness. Her blouse shifted with every movement and he could see the hard peaks of her n*****s through the thin fabric.

“You wanted to bend me over the desk,” she said. “Maybe later. Right now I want you looking at me while I take you.”

She reached down, angled his c**k, and sank onto him in one steady motion. The tight heat of her wrapped around him completely. Both of them exhaled hard.

“f**k,” Marcus groaned.

Elena stayed still for a moment, adjusting, then began to ride him in slow, deep rolls of her hips. “You feel bigger than I expected.”

“You’re so wet.”

“I’ve been thinking about this since last night.” She leaned in and kissed him, open-mouthed and hungry.

Her tongue slid against his while she kept moving, taking him deep each time. “I touched myself after I left. I imagined your c**k exactly like this.”

Marcus’s hands stayed locked on the chair, but his hips lifted to meet her. “I want to touch you.”

“Not yet.” She rode him a little faster. The wet sound of their bodies filled the quiet room. “Tell me what you want to do to me.”

“I want to flip you onto the desk and f**k you until you can’t walk straight. I want to pull your hair and make you come on my c**k while you say my name.”

Elena’s breath hitched. She reached down and rubbed her c**t in tight circles while she kept taking him. “Keep talking.”

“I want to come inside you and watch it leak out while you try to teach me the rest of the chapter. I want my stepfather to walk in and see you full of me.”

She moaned at that and her rhythm faltered for a second. “You like the idea of him watching.”

“Yes.”

“So do I.”

She kissed him again, harder this time, and started riding him with shorter, sharper movements. The chair creaked under them. Marcus could feel the pressure building at the base of his spine.

“I’m close,” he warned.

“Not yet.” Elena slowed down deliberately, drawing it out. “You’re going to wait until I come first.”

She worked her c**t faster, grinding down hard on every stroke. Her breathing turned uneven.

Marcus watched her face, the way her lips parted, the flush climbing her neck. When she finally came it was quiet but intense.

Her p***y clenched around him in rhythmic pulses and a soft, broken sound left her throat. She kept moving through it, milking him, until the last tremor passed.

Only then did she lean in and whisper, “Now you can come.”

Marcus’s control snapped. He thrust up hard, burying himself as deep as he could, and spilled inside her with a low groan. Pulse after pulse filled her while she stayed seated on him, taking everything.

They stayed like that for a long moment, breathing hard. Elena eventually lifted off him. His come immediately started to drip down her inner thigh. She looked down at it, then back at him with a small, satisfied smile.

“Clean me up,” she said.

Marcus didn’t hesitate. He dropped to his knees between her legs, pushed her skirt higher, and licked the mess from her skin. He dragged his tongue through her folds, tasting both of them, until she threaded her fingers through his hair and pulled him closer.

“Good boy,” she murmured. “Keep going.”

He sucked her c**t gently, then pushed two fingers inside her, still slick with his come.

Elena’s hips rocked against his mouth. She was still sensitive, still wet, and it didn’t take long before she came again, quieter this time, thighs trembling around his head.

When she finally pushed him back he stayed on his knees, lips shiny, c**k already starting to harden again.

Elena fixed her skirt and buttoned her blouse with calm fingers. “Get dressed. We still have material to cover.”

Marcus stood and tucked himself away, though the zipper strained. “You’re serious?”

“Completely.” She sat back in her chair as if nothing had happened. “Open the book to page eighty-four. And try not to get hard again while I talk. Though I doubt you’ll manage it.”

He sat down, still tasting her on his tongue. The textbook swam in front of his eyes. Elena began explaining the next section in her usual steady voice, but every so often she glanced at the wet spot on her thigh that she hadn’t completely cleaned and smiled to herself.

Twenty minutes later the front door opened downstairs. Footsteps climbed the stairs. Elena didn’t stop talking, but she reached under the desk and gave Marcus’s c**k a firm squeeze through his jeans just as the study door opened.

Daniel stood in the doorway. His eyes moved from Elena’s flushed face to Marcus’s rigid posture and the faint scent of s*x that still hung in the room.

“How’s the lesson going?” he asked.

Elena met his gaze without flinching. “Productive. Marcus is very focused today.”

Daniel’s attention lingered on her for a long second. Then he looked at his stepson. “Is that right?”

Marcus swallowed. “Yes.”

Daniel stepped fully into the room and closed the door behind him. He didn’t sit. He just leaned against the wall with his arms crossed, watching them both.

“Continue,” he said. “I’ll stay for the rest of the session.”

Elena turned back to the book as if this were normal. “Of course. Marcus, read the next paragraph.”

Marcus tried to speak. His voice came out rough. Under the desk Elena’s hand found him again, stroking slowly while his stepfather watched every shift of his face.

The lesson continued, but none of them were thinking about the textbook anymore.