Samantha and Nate get bolder

Over the next couple of days though, Nate got bolder with his requests. It was becoming clear to him that Samantha was would do almost anything he said it seemed. The day after she visited, they continued watching a film during class. Nate messaged her:

"Hey how about you come under my desk. Got a surprise for you."

Samantha knew what she was getting into, but listened and followed what he said without reason or thought. She went around the class to find a position to get down and crawl to Nate's desk without being seen. Once she was there she was met with the sight of his substantial length out of his trousers, twitching, ready for attention. Samantha nervously went in and wrapped her lips around his cock while the rest of the class continued to watch the movie. She was without a doubt very turned on, but also nervous, quickly bobbing her head up and down his shaft to get him to cum quick.

She was eventually, successful in her endeavour, earning a mouthful of his load within a minute or two. Nate tried to keep his voice down, silenty exhaling as he spurted into her mouth. She quickly swallowed each rope of spunk as it hit her tongue. After a few seconds, she squeezed his cock from base to head to empty it completely, and crawled back in the direction she came to avoid being seen.

After a while, the lesson ended and Samantha once again waited behind, but looked up to see Nate was nowhere to be seen. Perhaps he wanted her to come over again? She quickly checked her phone for a potential message. Nate's name popped up on her phone and she quickly clicked on it to read it.

"What you did today wasn't really great :("

Samantha was slightly nervous all of a sudden. What was he saying? She quickly typed a response.

"Nate what do you mean?"

She got a response back.

"You rushed it big time."

Samantha got a little shakey. Although she wouldn't admit it, it upset her that she didn't please him how he wanted. She quickly thought of a way to remedy it.

"I could tutor you at your place today if you want?"

Samantha waited about a minute for a response, nervously refreshing her messages. She expected Nate to jump at the chance to fill her up again. Eventually, Nate's message popped up.

"Nah I'm good today. I'll see you tomorrow Miss have a good evening."

"What?" Samantha immediately thought. He didn't want to fuck her? She was upset to the point she might just cry. She squirmed in her seat in class all day in anticipation. She wanted to be fucked. And she wanted Nate to do it. And now this?

She quickly packed up and headed home. Notably, she wasn't even considering asking her husband to fuck her to alleviate the heat between her legs. She didn't think much about him anymore. Not that he seemed to either prioritising work and all. But what she was thinking was ways to make it up to Nate tomorrow.