Tutoring on Friday Night

‘Beep Beep’

It was 5PM on a Friday Afternoon, Mark’s phone had just gone off. It was an email notification from Miss Fischer.

Email:

Hi Mark,

Please meet me in my office at 7PM tonight, we’ll begin the tutoring then.

Kind Regards,

Miss Fischer.

Mark was really going into this without any idea how she would handle the session. In his fantasies, Miss Fischer would be there in a sexy set of lingerie. She would smack his ass for being a naughty school boy before riding his hard dick all night.

Readjusting the boner in his pants, Mark put his phone away and organised his plans for dinner before he would head to her office.

He was offered a request to go and get Chinese food with Daniel but he was going to have to decline because of his tutoring lesson.

By the time 7 o’clock had arrived, Mark was knocking at Miss Fischer’s door.

The door opened up and Miss Fischer welcomed him inside. She was wearing her typical teaching clothing. A white buttoned up blouse, tight light grey pencil skirt, pantyhose, heels and once again, those very sexy hipster glasses.

Mark walked inside her office and took a seat on a leather brown couch. The office was fairly small, she had a desk with a leather black spinning chair behind it, a lot of framed certificates on the wall and a few novelties spread around the room.

Miss Fischer locked the door behind him and shut all the blinds inside before turning on a lamp that brightened up the entire room.

What the hell was going on he thought. She was clearly **** for maximal privacy.

“I’m glad you accepted my offer Mark,” she said, grabbing her black wheely chair and moving it in front of Mark and the leather couch. “I’ve been in contact with your High School teachers this week and their responses have confirmed what I plan to do here tonight.”

Mark sat quietly, he tried so hard to focus on her eyes but that black pantyhose that went straight up under the skirt was constantly begging for his attention.

“We know what’s preventing you from reaching your capabilities. That’s not the problem, our problem is working out how to fix this. Finding the solution.”

She spoke so eloquently. Just the soft tone of her voice made Mark’s member begin to stiffen.

Her light brown hair sat comfortably on her shoulders, it was slightly curled.

“Most professors in these circumstances would focus on trying to work around your libido. Try to limit your sexual thoughts and load you up with so much homework and assignments that you wouldn’t have time to even look at a girl’s behind,” she continued.

Mark was quite a bit confused on where she was going with this. He just watched her mouth move and imagined that it was moving on his cock.

“I have a different theory though,” she said as she spun around in her chair to reach for a stapled together bunch of worksheets. “When combing the two the right way, your sex drive and your wits, it’s a powerful combination. Here take this.”

She handed him the worksheets. Mark began to quickly glance over it. He was shocked to see that this was more than advanced questions of the work he was struggling with in class right now.

“Miss, I can’t do this, this is way too advanced,” he pleaded.

“That’s where you’re wrong Mark, you can but you may need an incentive to get there,” she said as she unbuttoned the top button of her blouse, “This is where my special tutoring will come into play. From research and experience, the male mind can reach new levels when a sexual based reward is awaiting them.

Miss Fischer unbuttoned a second button, showing off more of her upper chest, not quite at the cleavage yet. Mark sat in front of her with his mouth wide open. He had finally realised what her plans were. Miss Fischer was going to use her body as an incentive. For every question he got, the more he would see of her.

“Why don’t you take a look at the first question, it’s much easier than you think,” she said, holding onto her third button, “You get it right, I’ll undo two more buttons.”

The pressure was now on, those buttons would reveal her bra and that oh so delicate cleavage he was so **** to see.