Yes

Brianna’s nod is instinctive. You doubt she’s even realised she’s doing it.

“Say it,” you whisper into her ear.

“Yes, I accept.”

Your hand leaves her moistening mound to pull her to you, so you can kiss her, a passionate, intense kiss that both of you are lost in. You can taste tea on her lips and her tongue. You feel need in her press. You part and you’re both panting.

“Now get my dick out,” you tell her.

“Sir?”

“Payment in advance. If you want to be tutored on Sunday, you must pay now.”

Her pause is more due to the speed of events than any hesitation in her desire. She’s soon fumbling with your trousers, pushing the fly aside, pushing down your pants, pulling out your cock. There’s another pause as she looks at your stiffening member.

Her brown eyes look back at you with awe. “Sir, that’s bigger than any I’ve handled before.”

“I’m sure you’ll handle it fine. And how many have you handled, Brianna?”

“Two. Two locals in Abu Dhabi. This summer. This boy, he said he loved me, but he only wanted to brag he’d fucked a westerner. So, I slept with his best friend, so he’d stop his bragging. But neither of them was anywhere near the size of you.”

You guide her hand along your length. And your shaft jerks and stiffens with her soft attention.

“Kiss it,” you tell her.

There’s hesitation there, but only for a moment. Then she kneels before you and brings her soft lips to your cockhead. Her kiss is tender. One kiss. Two kisses.

“Get it wet,” you tell her. “Although where it’s going, I’m certain is already soaking.”

“It is, sir. It is.”

Her kisses deepen. “Spit on it. Rub that spit in.” She spits on your cockhead. She runs her soft fingers over your shaft, smearing the spittle into the flesh. She kisses. She licks.

“Get your t-shirt off. I want to see those tits.”

She lifts up her t-shirt to reveal her bra-less tits beneath. They are as plump and as perky and as beautiful as you imagined them to be. You reach down and squeeze one. It’s as soft. It’s a handful. Your fingers sink into it, warm and yielding and erotic. Your thumb and finger seize her prominent nipple and tug. She grunts around your cock, in pain or pleasure you can’t tell.

You can’t take it anymore. You’re as hard as you’ve ever been. Another eighteen-year-old slobbering over your cock. But you don’t want it in her mouth. You demanded her pussy. You want her pussy.

“Stand.” You guide her up. You guide her to the desk, her back towards you. You place one of her knees on its top. Her meagre skirt flutters to reveal her white panties beneath. There’s an obvious wet patch on them now. A wet patch you push aside to reveal her hairless pussy. You line your cock with it. One look into her eyes. She’s looking back, waiting, expectant. There’s fear in the brown irises.

“It’s very big, sir. Will it fit.”

“Oh, it will fit,” you reassure her. Then you push your way in.

There’s initial resistance. You expected as much. She’s never had anything your size inside her. Her pussy is not expecting it. But she’s sodden with her desire, and you’re so hard you could hammer through steel. The cockhead enters and then you pause, listening to her gasping, to her slight whimpers.

“So big. So big.”

“Your pussy’s never been stretched so much?”

“No.”

“Don’t worry, the pussy is a very flexible organ. It’ll learn to accommodate all of me.”

And push your way in further. Her flesh tries to resist. Her desire draws you in. And through it she moans, a low moan of pure bliss, rising in frequency as you slide in. A couple of times you start to withdraw, just to push in further, just to claim her more. Until your stomach touches her ass.

You reach round and hug her. Your hands cup her breasts. You pull her so her back is against your chest. Your face is buried in her beautiful red hair. Your lips are at her throat, at her ear.

“This is what I want for payment, Brianna. One lesson. One fuck.”

You grind your hips against her ass. And your dick stirs the flesh of her sex. And she moans to each motion of you inside her. You kiss her neck. You squeeze her breasts. You stir her passions.

The longer you remain inside her, the more expansive your motions become, the harder each thrust becomes. What started as a slight loving movements are turning into hard heavy thrusts.

“Tell me, Brianna. Are you on birth control?”

“Yes. When my Dad, heard what I’d done with the local boys, he insisted I get an IUD fitted.”

“You have an IUD?”

“Yes.”

“So, you can’t have teacher’s babies. Good. That means I can fill you up.”

And her words are further inspiration. You’re thrusting into her. Filling her. Claiming her. And her breathing is erratic, mixed with moans, mixed with desperation, swallowed with pleasure. Until it overwhelms her. Her thighs quake. Her body shivers. Her moans are incoherent. The inner muscles spasm with joy. It’s too much for you. You join her in release.

You hold her tight as you pump your seed inside her. Both of you groaning with bliss. And after both pleasures have faded, you hold her still, hands on her plump breasts, head resting on her shoulders, her hair tickling your nose, your cock slowly wilting in her vagina’s tight embrace.

You release her. She slumps onto the desktop. You step back and pull out. White cum dribbles from her well-used pussy.

God, that was amazing. You can’t believe you just did that. Another student claimed by your cock. Another eighteen-year-old taught what sex is truly about.

“You’ve just bought yourself a one-hour tutorial on Sunday about whatever you want,” you inform her. “And if you want a second lesson, will you want a second lesson?”

“Yes,” her response is breathless. Her brown eyes are wide and desperate.

“Then you’ll pay for that afterwards. Tell your aunt, it’s an hour and a half tutorial.”