Bambi was looking forward to her next visit with the tutor but somewhat melancholy over the fact that this would be the final "class" of the year. She had grown fond of her time with the somewhat gruff mentor and wondered whether the summer would be much fun without their sexual escapades. She was hopeful that there might be an occasional "summer school" learning experience -- and hopefully one that would include Kimmie as well.
She had asked and the tutor had somewhat reluctantly agreed to allow Bambi to wear her prom dress to this final class. She was hopeful -- actually, she knew full well - he would overwhelmingly approve of her choice and would be instantly rock hard upon the sight of her. As she drove to his home, she could feel her own excitement grow, and walking up to the door she was wet with anticipation. She stood for a moment enjoying her reflection in the window adjacent to the door -- her tight, short red leather mini skirt barely covering her panty-less pussy; her tits spilling over the top of the matching leather bustier; her long tanned legs looking even sexier than usual in red stilettos. Yes, she definitely looked fuckable in this outfit. The look she was going for not only for today but for prom night as well.
Bambi softly knocked on the door, but there was no response. She knew the drill -- just enter. Without taking off her shoes -- Mr. Thomas would need to see the entire picture -- she clicked to the back of the house where they typically met for her "lesson." True to form, the bespectacled tutor was sitting, arms crossed, on the sofa, clad in jeans and a golf shirt.
"Well, well, Miss Bambi, you are a little late. However, in the circumstances of this special class, you are exempt from severe punishment," the tutor playfully admonished. "Come here so I can look at you -- at your dress."
Bambi fake teetered on her heels to directly in front of the tutor, who was now sitting on the edge of the couch and leaning forward, glasses off. He looked her carefully up and down, taking in every inch of the young sexy woman in front of him.
"Turn around -- slowly," he said.
Bambi, whose almost exposed pussy was directly in front Mr. Thomas' face, thrust out her hip and slowly gyrated in a semi-circle, running her hands through her hair and pushing her butt even closer to his face. She was potentially playing with fire -- how far could she tease him before he had to take back the power.
The tutor continued to show great restraint, although Bambi did not miss the fact that his cock was not doing such a great job of remaining composed, as she could see it bulging and straining against his jeans.
She made another circle with her hips. The skirt riding higher and exposing her clean shaven lips and delectable ass. Mr. Thomas was taken aback by her boldness.
"If nothing else, I see you have at least learned the art of seduction, so your time with me has not been a complete waste," his voice cracked slightly. He stood up as he spoke and undid his belt and zipper, allowing his engorged cock freedom as Bambi continued her seduction dance.
She wanted to touch him -- take that gorgeous huge cock in her mouth and show him that she had indeed learned the lessons well, but secretly she was hoping to have enough control to make him beg a little. She brought her fingers to her mouth, gently sucked them and then traced down her neck to her cleavage and across the top of her right breast.
The tutor wanted her. He wanted to rip off the bustier and bury his face in her luscious tits, but he wanted her ass too, as it lightly brushed against his exposed cock as she continued to dance.
He grabbed her by the shoulders and pushed her onto the couch in a seated position. With a knee on either side of her hips, he straddled her so his cock was at her lip level. With her skirt now completely pushed up to her waist, she was exposed. He looked at her fiercely. She stared back, not for a second intending to take his cock in her mouth. The tutor grabbed her hair and pulled her head back against the couch. He kissed her hungrily, forcing his tongue into her mouth. She responded, raking her teeth along his tongue and not so gently biting his lower lip.
"Take off that sexy slutty top and skirt so that it does not get ruined, but leave on the heels," the tutor instructed.
With him still straddling her, Bambi slipped off the bustier and wiggled the skirt down to her feet. The tutor sat back slightly to admire her, then removed his shirt, stood up and removed his jeans. Kneeling on the floor, he slid her skirt the remainder of the way over the stilettos, positioned himself between her legs, pulled her hips towards him so that her ass was on the edge of the couch and put her legs over his shoulders.
He took his time slowly kissing each ankle and then began working his way towards her inner thigh -- one leg, then the other, and then back. He was enjoying the feeling of the stiletto heels poking into his back. He teased her, kissing her thighs and stomach lightly, getting close to but not directly contacting her clit or lips. Bambi began writhing and pushing her hips forward. She scraped a heel along his shoulder in hopes the pain would spur him to end her delicious agony.
Her plan did not work. The tutor wrapped his arms around her back and pulled her forward so that he could begin work on her nipples, licking and flicking them with his tongue. He knew Bambi well enough now to understand the sensitivity of her nipples. She could easily orgasm with a simple tweak or bite of a nipple. He could not resist. Rolling his tongue over her nipple and then squeezing hard with his teeth, he felt her body stiffen, back arch, and her hips rock. He bit down harder as she shuddered and cried out with what he expected would be the first of numerous climaxes during this "class."
"That's my girl," he whispered in her ear. "Now you need to show me what you have learned about giving head," the tutor said as he got to his feet.
With his cock now in her face, a still slightly squirming Bambi took him in her mouth and began the ever so intense dance of running her tongue over and around his tip, up the length and around the base as he pushed deep into her throat. She did everything he had taught her -- going slowly and lightly, then deep, hard and fast; flicking the sensitive underside of the tip as she pulled back; letting her teeth contact as she pushed forward. She grabbed onto his butt cheeks so that she could control the movement, but the tutor quickly grabbed a handful of her hair and pulled her back and off of him.
"Just because I let you dictate how you presented yourself tonight, do not mistake that for allowing you to be in control," he snapped.
