Sinful Lust Stories

Theme: Freaky, naughty sex lessons

Georgia's POV

"You got a B again,"

I batted my lashes up at my mother, who had a look of disgust on her face. In her hands was my report sheet, and I could hear the anger in her voice. No daughter of Edwina got a B in maths. My sisters were all proof of that. Mom was a leading professor in Mathematics, it would be a shame if we got anything less.

"What is the problem, Georgia?"

I shuffled on my feet and wrung my hands together. Did I have a problem? Yes. Did I know what exactly this problem was? No. No matter how hard I tried, maths wasn't my thing.

Right, a voice in my head scoffed. It isn't because you've been binging on romance novels.

"I asked a question, child, and I demand answers!" Mom snapped, slapping the report sheet on her desk.

Jerking back in fear, I swallowed hard, squinting to fight the tears back. If I cried over everything, no one would take me seriously.

"Desperate times call for desperate measures. There's no way you'll graduate with a straight A at this rate," Mom hissed. Her voice grew lower as she spoke. "And I am way too busy to babysit you. Anderson? Anderson, it is."

I stared at her, confused, until she tossed me a withering look. "I'll get someone to tutor you. I expect nothing but perfection in the SATs. Do you understand me?! And no one should ever find out you got a tutor!"

I gave a sheepish smile. "Yes, mother. Thank you."

"Thank me when you get an A," She spat snidely and dismissed me.

I raced off to my room, eager to leave her presence,but also looking forward to finishing the copy of Silhouette's desire with me. Our house was huge but mostly empty since my two older sisters had moved to college, leaving me at the mercy of my uptight mother.

I shed off my uniform quickly and dived into my bed, yanking out the novel from where I hid it under the sheets. I was right where the hero, a tall, tanned, sexy, haired scientist, realized he couldn't hold back from touching the heroine and began his confessions when a knock on my door threw me into a frenzy.

As I tossed the book under my bed, our maid, Betty, came in.

"Your tutor is here,"

I pursed my lips. "So quickly?"

"Yes. Your mother needs you downstairs at once."

I groaned, sliding off the bed. Knowing Mom, the tutor was probably one of Mom's students who wore boring clothes and would drone on about the Pythagoras theorem or something. I shrugged on bum shorts and a faded t-shirt and trudged downstairs.

"Do not worry, Edwina, I'll handle this," A deep baritone voice had me stumbling on the last step, and my eyes widened as I took in who my mother was talking to.

A tall, dark-haired, handsome man with an athletic build and blue eyes, like the professor in my romance novel.

My throat constricted, and I swallowed hard. We had never had a man in our mansion before. Mom raised us all on her own after splitting up with Dad. I attended an all-girls school where the only man we got to see was Janitor Warren, and he looked nothing like the man standing in our living room.

His hair was long and curled in ringlets, draping around his neck like a mane. They were swept back to reveal hawkish eyebrows and piercing sea-blue eyes, and he looked younger than Mom, obviously, but way older than I was- Yet I couldn't stop the stirring between my legs when he looked at me.

"Georgia, come here!" Mom's voice sounded so far away. I could feel my legs obey her command until I stopped before them.

Before him, all I could hear was the sound of my beating heart, pounding loudly.

"Georgia," the man called. I shuddered, letting out a breath I didn't know I was holding. "It is a pleasure to meet you. I am Jake Anderson."

A pleasure? I licked my lips, watching his mouth move. How could a man have such beautiful lips? And why did I want to touch his lips so badly?

"I wouldn't call you if it wasn't serious -"

"It's fine, Edwina," Jake replied to Mother, but his eyes were still on me, burning a hot trail over my face. He reached for his black tie, drawing my attention to his large hand and then to his arms. His muscles flexed against the shirt he had on, threatening to rip it.

The stirring between my legs became a deep-seated throbbing, and I had to press my thighs together.

"I'm sure Georgia and I will get along quite well. As long as she's a good girl, we won't have any problems."

"Thank you. I have a meeting now, and I'll leave you two to it." Mom said and walked away briskly.

My tutor turned to me, a plain smile on his gorgeous face. "Where would you like us to study?"

"My bedroom?" I said breathlessly and flushed when he did a double take. His gaze darkened, and I imagine all the heroines in the books I've read felt exactly the way I did currently- as if my stomach was crammed with a handful of butterflies.

"And what exactly would we do there?" He asked, taking a step closer. The throbbing in my pussy grew intense as his scent teased my nose and got permanently etched in my brain. My nipples poked against the frail shirt I had on, pushing and begging for his attention.

"Study?" I replied, folding my hands beneath my boobs, pushing them up. "I've been into Pythagoras theorem lately. I want to learn all about Sin... and Cosins, Or you know, you could fuck me?"

His eyes darkened, dropping to my stiff nipples. I reached up to cup my tits through the shirt, kneading them invitingly. Jake swallowed, looked at the door my mother had disappeared through, and then turned to me.

I basked in his heated gaze for two seconds before he gave a tight smile. "It's Sine and Cosines. Edwina's right, you do need an iron fist."

I have no idea why that sounded so dirty, but it did.

"Go get your notebook. We'll start with calculus," Clenching his fists hard, he snapped and walked briskly to a sofa. A secretive smile curled on my face, and I knew that Jake would fuck me very, very soon.

Georgia's POV

Jake had been my tutor for two days, and I had not seen the iron fist. Oh, he was tough, alright. He gave me ridiculous punishments like walking around the room and spitting out the four-figure tables off my head every time I made a mistake or said something naughty.

"Come on, Jake. We could ditch this four-figure table, and you can bend me over that one," I purred, licking the tips of my finger so I could flip over the next page.

"Faster!" he barked, and I had no idea why that gave my legs a thrill.

"Cos 30 is 0.8660," I grumbled as I sashayed slowly around the living room. The tea and cookies Betty had set down some thirty minutes ago had grown cold, and though I was hungry, I wasn't hungry for them.

I was hungry for him-the man whose blue eyes watched my every move. He was too beautiful to be some maths guy and too hot to be a nerd. He looked dashing in his flannel shirt and black pants today with that strange dark look in his eyes.

"I told you to go faster, Georgia," He rasped, and I shuddered in delight. For a minute, I pictured myself sitting on his lap while he ground me faster on his cock. A low moan slid through my slightly parted lips.

"Georgia," He growled again.

"Yes, Jake?"

His eyes flickered from my face to the shirt I had on. The first three buttons had been ripped out, so my boobs looked like they would tumble out of the shirt any minute now.

I wished they would. I reached up to cup my breasts through the fabric and watched his gaze grow intense. "Stop that,"

"Stop what?" I batted my lashes innocently. His eyes snapped back to my face, and he looked furious.

"There's no need to make this hard for either of us," He hissed.

"Why, Mr Anderson?" I whispered, batting my lashes innocently. "Are you hard?"

For the first time since I had met Jake, he let out a long string of curses and launched to his feet. I almost laughed in triumph.

This was why I read those novels. I loved every scene where the man loses control, where he cannot resist any longer and gives in to the hunger pulsing through his veins. I hadn't thought those feelings existed until Jake stopped a few centimetres away from me, breathing heavily, looking like he was at his wit's end.

"You have no idea what you're playing with, sweet Georgia," He mumbled. "You have no idea what I could do to you."

I smiled up at him, craning my neck at an awkward angle because he was too tall. "Then show me,"

His eyes gleamed, but he took a step back. "And what? Get arrested by your dear mother for assault? Spare us both the drama and try to study, will you? Messing with me will get you nowhere."

My eyes dropped to his pants. They were pretty loose, yet I could see a faint outline of the big monster he packed beneath.

Oh God, I want to see that so bad.

"Are you sure, Jake? I can be a very bad girl," I purred, brushing my hands lightly over his pants. He stiffened and grabbed my hands.

"Bad girls get punished," He snarled.

"Would you like to punish me then?" I gripped his cock and gasped at the sheer size of him. His shaft throbbed in his pants against my palm.

Jake hissed, watching me squeeze his cock a bit harder. My hands gripped the shaft, and he groaned, wrapping his hand around mine and showing me how to squeeze his cock properly. "Like that. Fuck, go easy, Georgia,"

"Sorry," I whispered, reaching for the zip to his pants.

"This is bad, Georgia. This is very bad."

"I like being bad," I whispered, "In case you haven't noticed." I really needed to be touched; my pussy quivered and clenched with need. "Please?"

His eyes narrowed. "You have no idea what you're asking for, do you?"

I shook my head. All I had were books. Mom's regulated the internet at home, so there were sites we couldn't visit. She'd caught me trying to log in to a porn site and made sure to make me pay for it. The internet at school was regulated, too. I'd read enough erotic books to know the words, but I had never seen anything in real life.

"Damn, what has Edwina done?" He whispered, dragging a hand down his face. "You don't go around asking to be punished, Georgia. Men are creatures of hell, you have no idea what you could be walking into!"

Tears burned the corner of my eyes. I hated when he spoke to me like I was a child. "I saw it in a book. It means you'd spank me."

He laughed a rich, hearty laugh that had my insides melting into a puddle. "Darling, I'll do more than spank you."

"Really?" I whispered, the butterflies in my stomach returning. "What will you do?"

He glanced around the room and leaned forward to whisper.

"I'd rip that blasted shirt off you and tie your hands up with it. Then I'll do the same to your skirt. Are you wet, Georgia?"

I nodded. My breathing grew heavy and laboured as I imagined what he said.

"I'll take out my belt, Georgia, and whip that damned ass for putting me through all the fucking shades of lust these past few days."

"More," I panted. "Tell me more,"

"I'll make you tell me every formula for each Sine value while I whip your ass, and for every time you make a mistake, we'll start over."

"Oh," I gasped, feeling my juices run down my thighs. Jake moved closer, his boner pressing against my belly.

"Show me how wet you are," He murmured.

I pulled my skirt up and turned around, bending over to show him the gap between my pussy. My panties were drenched with my pussy juices. I felt his eyes roam every inch of my pussy while breathing heavily.

He gripped my hips and pressed his thick shaft against my pussy.

"Oh, Jake, yes!" I sighed when he began grinding his clothed dick against my cunt.

Jake's POV

Georgia's eyes were half closed; her lips parted as I ground my cock against her. Fuck me. Her mother would kill me, and she was my student, but her pussy felt so warm and moist, and I'd bet it was so tight. I wanted nothing more than to rip those panties apart and give her exactly what she had been asking for.

My hands flexed around her hips. I bucked mine, slamming my dick against her soft pussy. I hooked her panties with a finger and pushed them aside, revealing the sweet pink cunt that I had imagined as I jerked off that morning. Her lips quivered as more moisture spilled between her legs.

"How the hell are you turned on by this? You should run, dammit!" I groaned, swallowing hard and fighting the urge to touch it.

"I don't want to," She whined, looking up at me with those sexy doe eyes.

"You should," I snapped and returned stiffly to the sofa where my bag was. I had to get out of here before I did something stupid.

"Our study session isn't done," I argued, pursing my lips together.

"It is," I said with a note of finality, raking a hot gaze over her body, taking in her pink tits- God, I should have touched them when I had the chance.

And then I left.

"Why on earth are you home early?" Ben groaned, walking into my room.

I had arrived home to see him in a full-blown make-out session. If I had come in any later, they probably would have begun fucking all over my couch.

Well, at least one of us was getting lucky. All I was getting was pure torture from an eighteen-year-old! Damn it, Edwina set me up. When she suggested I coach her daughter in high school, I thought I would be dealing with a bumbling eighteen-year-old struggling with whatever advanced class her mother had shoved her into. For the love of my PHD, I'd agreed.

What I hadn't expected was a passionate, sexy girl driving me crazy with her ridiculous sexual innuendos. She was beautiful. I had tutored her sisters before her, and they had been pretty but very demure and quiet ladies. Unlike them, Georgia had blonde hair like her mother, curly and wild like she was.

I'd almost lost my shit the first time I saw her descend the stairs with those long legs and wide hips that shouldn't be on an eighteen-year-old. Neither should those boobs.

Or that dirty mouth.

God, I needed a drink.

"You look constipated,"

"Gee, thanks, Ben," I said sarcastically, reaching for a bottle of whiskey on my bedside table. "Maybe that's because you almost fucked your girl of the day on my couch. When are you leaving?"

"Oh come on, you can't treat your brother like that," He whined. "I told you I needed to get back on my feet. It's not for life, man."

"The only thing you've been getting back on is your dick," I snapped, taking a deep swig.

Ben narrowed his eyes. "You're day drinking, you're swearing, and you have a shitty attitude instead of your usual I-don't-care vibes; what's wrong?"

"Nothing's wrong,"

"Uh-huh, tell that to someone who didn't watch you grow up. Now tell me. Is that snotty professor on your case again?"

I almost laughed. A lot of people didn't exactly like Edwina. If anyone asked me, she was pretty decent. She just had to be snotty because no man would take her seriously if she wasn't. There were times she overdid it, though.

But my problem wasn't Edwina this time. It was Edwina's bombshell of a daughter, and when I told Ben about it, he looked amused.

"I don't see the problem, just fuck her and be done with it,"

I fixed him a glare. "You think I haven't thought about that? There are bound to be consequences. What if it's a trap? What if she lies to her mother that I raped her?"

"Does she look like she would?"

No, Georgia did not. I closed my eyes, recalling the desire in her eyes when she asked me to punish her, the way her thick nipples pushed against that flimsy shirt, begging to be touched.

I had almost given in. I had almost reached out to touch those tits, to squeeze and knead and free them from captivity. I'd bet no man had ever touched her like that, and that fucking thrilled me. The thought of making her mine made me ache so bad.

"Then I don't see the problem," Ben shrugged.

"She's eighteen. She's barely legal, Ben."

She has the body of a fucking goddess that ought to be illegal too. How on earth was I supposed to resist that ass bouncing in my face every time I made her walk around the room reciting four-figure tables?

"If she can ask to get punished, then that sweet cunt needs to get fucked. I'd bet her stuck-up mama shielded her all her life." Ben chuckled. "Go tear that pussy up."

"I can't risk losing my PHD," I grumbled.

"But you can risk dying of blue balls? How cute, now if you'll excuse me, I have a pussy to pound."

I spent the rest of that day and the entire night pondering over Ben's words and wondering how I was supposed to survive the next two months without touching Georgia.

I managed to steady my resolve. I'd go to the club to let off some steam if it got too much. A part of me wanted to teach that naughty girl a lesson. She has no idea the depraved things I'm capable of, and showing her just a glimpse ought to send her running for the hills.

The next day, I walked into Edwina's home and resolved to keep my hands to myself. The minute I walked into the living room, however, my resolve fizzled into thin air.

Georgia was on her knees, ass up in the air like a perfect wet dream. She had only a shirt on and flimsy pink panties. The shirt in question had rolled down to her waist, revealing her sweet round ass. My cock roared to life, pushing against my pants, and I almost lost my shit just looking at her.

"What the hell do you think you're doing?!" I snapped, refusing to take a step closer, or I might as well give in to the urge to touch her.

"Helping you," She had the effrontery to giggle.

"Georgia, go get dressed," I said in a strained voice. "This isn't time for jokes."

"But I want you to punish me," She whined. "I was up all night, Jake. All I could think about were the words you said to me. Please, touch me. Just this once, and I won't bother you anymore, I promise."

Fuck, what on earth was a man supposed to say to that?

"This isn't right," I tried again, though my feet had already begun moving in her direction. "Where's Betty?"

I wasn't sure why I asked, but Georgia's answer pleased me immensely.

"She isn't home," The little minx panted. "She's probably racing through the malls in the city looking for citric acid pulverizer right now."

I almost laughed along with her when I stopped before the pale ass that jiggled up at me. I could see her greedy little cunt clenching against the tight pink panties she had on.

I grabbed and yanked on it, pulling the fabric tight over her pussy. She let out a cry of pleasure, throwing her head back.

"You've been a very naughty girl, Georgia. Your punishment is long overdue."