C*M-STATION: A Sinful Erotic Compilation

F*ked my tutor 4

“f**k,” Anora cursed under her breath as she shoved me backward, her palms pressing hard against my chest before she scrambled off the table. Her breath came in quick, uneven gasps, her cheeks flushed deep crimson, and her fingers trembled slightly as panic replaced desire.

“Where’s the damn skirt?” she hissed, her voice sharp but laced with urgency as she hurriedly reached for her clothes.

My pulse thundered in my ears as I yanked up my trousers, my hands moving clumsily in my haste. Outside, I heard the unmistakable sound of my mother switching off the car ignition, followed by the heavy slam of the car door.

My stomach tightened into knots. She couldn’t see us like this. If she did, we’d both be doomed.

I walked to the crumpled skirt on the floor and tossed it to her. She caught it quickly, already fastening her bra and pulling her blouse over her flushed skin. The air was thick with the lingering scent of sweat, perfume, and our recklessness.

Meanwhile, I snatched up the other skirt, still damp and stained with evidence of what had just happened, and shoved it deep into the desk drawer, my movements frantic. Every second felt unbearably loud, from the rustle of fabric to the pounding of our hearts.

We had to erase every trace.

Every scent. Every stain. Every sign that, just moments ago, we had been completely lost in each other.

She was still zipping up her skirt, her fingers fumbling slightly in her haste, when my mother’s voice suddenly drifted up from downstairs, sharp and clear enough to make both of us freeze.

“Alex, did your tutor come?”

My heart nearly stopped.

“Yes,” I shouted back, forcing my voice to sound steady while urgently motioning for Anora to hurry. “We’re in my study room!”

My hands moved quickly as I grabbed the air freshener from the shelf and sprayed it around the room in desperate bursts. The artificial floral scent filled the air, barely masking the lingering heat of sweat, perfume, and what we had just done. I pushed the window open slightly, letting in a rush of cooler air as panic clawed at my chest.

Anora finally finished dressing, smoothing down her blouse with shaky hands before sliding into her chair. Her cheeks were still flushed, her lips swollen, but she quickly grabbed the quadratic equation worksheet we’d abandoned earlier. She bent over it, pen in hand, looking every bit like the innocent tutor she was supposed to be.

I sat beside her, trying to steady my breathing even as my pulse pounded violently in my ears. For the past few hours, we had done everything except study, yet now we had to pretend otherwise.

Then the door creaked open.

“Hello, ma’am,” Anora greeted politely, offering a small, controlled smile while holding her pen as though she had been explaining equations all afternoon.

“Oh hey, you came.”

My mother stepped inside, her sharp gaze instantly scanning the room.

Then her eyes landed on the skirt.

My stomach dropped so hard it felt like it hit the floor.

A cold wave of dread washed over me as my heart slammed painfully against my ribs. I held my breath, silently praying she wouldn’t recognize it.

“Yes, ma’am,” Anora replied smoothly, though I noticed the subtle shift in her posture as she became aware of my mother’s stare.

“Nice skirt you’ve got there,” my mother said casually, though her tone carried enough weight to make my skin prickle. “I had one too before, but I gave it out to a friend of mine.”

For a split second, the room felt suffocatingly silent.

“Oh,” Anora said, feigning surprise with impressive ease. “It’s been a while since I wore it. Decided it’d be best if I did today.”

“Okay.”

My mother’s eyes swept across the room one final time, lingering just long enough to make my nerves fray before she nodded.

“Well, carry on. Sorry for the disturbance.”

Relief hit me so suddenly I almost sagged in my seat.

I forced a smile and waved as she left, waiting until her footsteps faded before finally exhaling the breath I’d been holding.

The room remained tense afterward, thick with unspoken thoughts and leftover adrenaline. We returned to the equations in front of us, though neither of us could focus properly. My mind stayed fixed on the possibility of getting caught, while the faint scent of air freshener mixed awkwardly with the memory of her touch.

I kept hoping my mother would leave the house so we could pick up where we left off, but she stayed home the entire time.

By the time Anora finally packed her things to leave, my frustration had settled heavily in my chest.

Before walking out, she slipped me her home address, her fingers brushing against mine just enough to send a dangerous spark through me again.

“If you want to come over,” she murmured softly, her lips curving into a subtle, knowing smile, “you’re free anytime.”

I stared at the paper in my hand after she left, my thoughts restless.

I didn’t see much use for it anyway.

After all, she’d be back tomorrow and we’d simply continue from where we stopped.

****

That night, the clock on my phone glowed at 11:17 AM, the only light in my dark bedroom.

I lay sprawled on my bed, sheets tangled around my legs.

I couldn't sleep. The memory of her muffled moans and the way her p***y had gripped him so eagerly just couldn't leave my head no matter how hard I tried to.

My heart was racing and I couldn't lay still.

I went to my hidden folder and hit play on one of the numerous s*x videos I kept hidden.

The screen filled with a nude curvy brunette. Her legs were spread wide on a messy bed and her fingers parted her slick p***y lips before she grabbed the thick vibrator.

It buzzed to life. The low hum vibrated through my earbuds as she teased the tip along her swollen c**t, gasping softly at first.

Her breathy whispers turned into throaty cries as she pushed the toy inside inch by inch.

“f**k, yes,” she groaned.

The camera zoomed in, showing her hole stretching around the ridged shaft. Juices coated it shiny as she f****d herself deeper.

She twisted it, grinding the base against her c**t as her body arched off the mattress.

Her free hand pinched her hard n*****s, rigging them roughly while her p***y clenched visibly, squirting a little spray when she came, screaming into the room.

My c**k throbbed painfully in my boxers, rock hard. Tonight I felt like a f*****g beast, balls aching with need.

All I could think about was my tutor.

Fuck, I needed her entrance clenching around me like that vibrator and I wanted her moans to fill my ear once more.

I couldn't wait. Couldn't wait for tomorrow. I was going to get what I wanted tonight.

I yanked on jeans over my tented boxers, shoved my phone into the pocket and wore a hoodie.

The house was dead silent. My parents were asleep. I made sure of that and stuffed pillows beneath my duvet to make it look like I was the one.

Then, I opened my window, cool air hitting my face, and swung one leg over the sill.

My muscles tensed as I dropped to the grass below, landing soft, adrenaline surging.

No turning back anymore.

I dragged my bike out of the compound until I was at a safe distance to start the ignition.

With the address she gave me still in my mind, I drove down the block, the two miles to her apartment complex feeling endless, my erection bobbing with every step, chafing deliciously.

Her building loomed dark, a single light on in her second floor window, exactly where she said she lived.

I parked the motorcycle in a good spot before sprinting into the building. I buzzed her unit, breath ragged.

The door clicked open after an eternity, and there she was in the hallway light, wearing a thin silk robe that hugged her curves. Her hair was tousled like she had been in bed.

Her eyes widened when she saw me.

“Alex, what the hell are you doing here, kid? It's the middle of the….”

I didn't let her finish. I lunged forward, slamming the door behind me, and crushed my mouth to hers.

My hands gripped her waist, pulling her soft body against my hard one.

She stiffened for a split second, a muffled protest vibrating against my lips, but I shoved my tongue past her teeth, tasting mint and surprise.