Page 11 of Tutor Daddy
The knees remain still for a few seconds before they spread apart, and I see it. The pussy I've been dreaming about since the moment I tasted it. Soft light brown hairs cover her mound as Addison smiles wickedly, and I desperately try to find the point I was trying to make.
"Every number, every amount, every notation, should be double checked—" I continue, but my eyes immediately drift toward Addison and her buzzed cut pussy. She does the unthinkable and slips her fingers under the desk, inside her pleated skirt, and spreads her pussy lips so I can see her clit even though no one else in the room knows what's going on.
I'm fucked.
After a few deep breaths, I proceed with my lecture as Addison plays with her pussy for me, and only for me. As I gaze around the room, no one seems to notice. Intrigue, confusion, and lust swirl around me. She's taking pleasure in knowing that I can't react, respond, or do anything to let the rest of the class know she's affecting me this way.
My dick is rock hard behind the podium, and even when I end the lecture, it takes a while for my erection to dissipate. I can see her giggling as the students file out of the classroom. However, to everyone else, she looks like an average person responding to something on her phone.
Addison lazily scrolls across her digital screens as I answer students who are supposed to be here. I send a few students to the library. Some students are given specific textbooks and reference books to research, and others are simply told to join my Wednesday night study hall.
Study halls, groups, cram sessions, and all the like are pointless on the weekend. No one wants to work, and no one wants to study if there's a party they want to get to before midnight. Yet, here I am spewing random time slots for study groups at the library that I know they don't want to attend. Wednesdays have proven to be the best day for these kinds of things. It makes me wonder if I can attribute these sessions to my mentoring responsibilities.
As the students file out of the lecture hall, Addison slides her hand back under the desk to play with her pussy until she's the only one left. I want to be upset, and I should be upset.
"Are you trying to get me fired?" I ask her.
Addison's brown eyes soften with feigned innocence. "Of course not. I just wanted to show you some of the things I learned from the assignment you gave me over the weekend."
"How would you like it if I showed up somewhere and distracted you?"
Her grin is infectious. "I'd love for your dick to distract me."
"Is that so?" I ask her as my eyes glance to the doors at the bottom of the steps and the top of the room. Anyone can walk in and overhear something that will derail both of our academic careers.
"Just picture it, Daddy." She gleams with mischief as she pulls my chair close to the podium where I lecture. She stands behind the mic and nudges her chin toward the chair for me to sit down beside her.
I sigh and shake my head, but still oblige.
"I'll present my findings, and you can see how long it takes for you to distract me or lose my train of thought," she says.
I nod, and she begins. "The best way to a woman's orgasm is through several points of contact and stimulation of the nerves."
I reach under her skirt to touch her pussy lips. Gently at first, but as she speaks, my fingers pick up their pace to the point where she's gripping the edge of the lectern. Addison's putting up a good fight, but her pussy betrays her and spills its release onto my fingers.
"Let's finish this discussion another time," I tell her as I pack up my notes and suck her essence from my fingers.
"We haven't finished discussing my homework assignment," Addison replies with a devious smile.
"Another time, Miss Shaw. You can find my office hours on the department's web page."
My response is abrupt and dry, forcing her to look over her shoulder where the next round of students filter into the lecture hall. She nods and leaves with a grin of mischief still spreading across her beautiful face.
