Nope, further tutoring is needed

As you get dressed into what seems to somehow be a tailed suit that fits you perfectly, (money has its perks) Tiffany comes from her closet in a single piece classic black dress that comes just down her above her knees. She holds her cell phone in her right hand to her ear as she moves towards the dressing area.

"No, Rebecca, I'm telling you again, like I texted, I'm not feeling well. Tell Amber. I know it's Friday and Amber wants to go out and get laid before Chad turns around on Monday and ends this break ..." You bend down and move steathily towards her as she stands in front of a table with a mirror while putting on accessories with her free hand.

She continues on, "Becky, no, dad just wants a formal dinner for some reason and I can't get out tonight and ...." As she goes on, you move your hands onto her legs and slowly creep upwards. She glances down at you but looks again at the mirror and continues dressing and talking.

As you look up, you see that she's got a pair of panties on and that won't do. You move up Tiffany's leg, reach her dress and start moving it upward as you continue moving up. Tiffany pulls away from the phone and shakes her head at you but you keep going. When you reach her panties, you grab them with both hands and slowly start pulling them down. Tiffany keeps on going on the phone and rolls her eyes at you when you get them down to her feet. She keeps on rolling them as she moves her left and right leg up and gets out of them. You throw the panties aside.

Covering her phone, she looks down and says, "John, we don't have time for this" and resumes her conversation. You go back up her legs again and again lift up her dress but only until you get close enough that you can reach out and start kissing her pussy. It's already wet but you keep on licking and kissing her until she starts leaning forward while trying to keep the conversation as routine as possible.

"No, Becky, I'm not distracted - oh, god, - I'm listening to you - like I said I'm not feeling well right now, jesus christ, maybe I'm coming down with something." Seeing Tiffany get increasing wet and starting to flush (if only Becky could see her now!), your cock stiffens again.

Keeping your hands holding the dress, you stand up and position your cock to enter Tiffany's pussy. You don't make a move yet as you want to time this just right. Tiffany continues to look down at her accessories and keeps on talking. Take your hand to position your cock, you look straight into the mirror and wait. You watch Tiffany's eyes move up from the table until the exact second she gets herself to eye level and sees you behind her.

She has a second of confusion. You take that as your cue and slam your cock fully into her. You hold it there as Tiffany screams out "FUCK! FUCK! FUCK! FUCK!" repeatedly into the phone. Tiffany drops the phone when she grabs the table with both hands but picks it up and tries to explain herself as you start pulling in and out to fuck her with all the **** you can.

Your cock hardens more as you time your thrusts so each one causes Tiffany to push towards the table and gasp while she keeps on trying to explain herself away on the phone, claiming, "No, Becky, (gasp) I'm not (gasp) getting (gasp) fucked. (gasp) Don't (gasp) be ridiculous. (gasp) I'd (gasp) never lie (gasp) to you. There's no guy here (gasp). You know me, (gasp) a virgin all around (gasp) (gasp) (gasp) I'd tell you about my first time. (gasp) I know it's not a big deal (gasp) but I have standards (gasp)."

She looks up into your eyes as you give her a mock frown over her last remark. She shakes her head and continues on, "Yes, I know the three of us kissed John before class but it's John, Becky! Come on, John is lucky we even spoke to him, let alone kissed him." She looks up again at you and you can see the embarrassment in her eyes. She realizes what she just said and stops talking entirely. You hear Rebecca continue on over the phone but Tiffany seems frozen other than swaying forward and back as you keep on fucking her. You watch as Tiffany's nipples start to harden from your fucking while her face starts to freeze up when she realizes what she just said to Rebecca.

Watching her emotional rollercoaster move from raw pleasure to embarrassment just turns you on even further. Continuing your fucking, you lean your head above her left shoulder, away from the phone and whisper into her ear, "tell her you've been letting John ravish you all day today, come on, tell her you're no longer a virgin because of John's amazing cock." As you continue moving in and out of her, Tiffany starts to smile on her face and she closes her eyes and just absorbs the pleasure coming from your pounding.

You amp it up and continue, "tell her your family is PAYING John to fuck you as your beck and call so you won't be some frigid ice bitch like Amber!" As you hear Becky going on, Tiffany looks into the mirror and without making a sound mouths out. "you're not mad?"

Feeling her pussy tighten again, you can tell she's having another orgasm so you start picking up your speed. You lean in, kiss her shoulder and continue to whisper, telling her, "I'm not mad. Seriously, tell her that your mother made a complete mess of your day and there's some game mom has got between you, the staff and her father and you've had enough drama for this weekend. Don't lie if you don't want to."

Tiffany keeps on steadily rocking back and forth as your cock pummels her increasingly slick pussy but leans back and kisses you before moving right and telling Becky your half-truth. After her kiss, you move your hands onto Tiffany's hips as you feel like you're going to erupt.

You feel Tiffany's pussy tighten again as she tries to keep another moan quiet but it's too much for you and you erupt into her pussy. You push her all the way forward onto the table. You look down and see your cum just drip down her legs as she tries to regain her composure. Over the phone, you hear Becky prattle on, asking Tiffany for more details but after a few seconds, Tiffany gets out of her haze and just quickly says, "I'll tell you Monday" and hangs up.

As you pull out, Tiffany turns back and playfully slaps your face with her hand. As the phone starts buzzing again with Rebecca calling, Tiffany ignores it and just starts playfully arguing with you. "You fucking cock! I can't do anything if you're just going to go pound my pussy all day and keep me on a fucking cum high! My ass, my pussy, my mouth, my pussy again, I only got three holes you know! Fuck! Becky, whatever ..." Droning on, Tiffany stops eventually, looks down as your cock and bends to her knees, grabbing your cock and licking it clean.

Tiffany looks up at you while she keeps on cleaning you up, saying "Well, either way, we have to get this cock all clean and presentable for Daddy before we can go downstairs." You try your best to just stay standing while she cleans every last inch of cum off of you.