I was working hard on my graduate thesis, but just to pay the rent, I also had responsibilities tutoring undergrads, and between all of that, trying to maintain my sanity.
There was this particular girl I tutored, and every time we worked together, I left totally distracted and burning with desire.
She had the most amazing eyes I had ever seen, deep, dark brown, with skin that looked so soft and glowed with a dark caramel color that was stunning, if not the most incredible I had ever seen.
She would come into see me right after gym class, freshly showered, fragrant with her perfume, I do not know what brand it is, but it is so heady and intoxicating.
She always wears these skirts with blouses that fit like a glove and betray her round and pert globes. They made me ache with the desire to touch them.
Her lips were full and pouting. She frequently licked them to keep them moist, and when she did, her tongue slowly glided along their width and length, an action that made them glossy and SO kissable.
I frequently left these sessions with an urgency to masturbate, and the thought of her kisses, and the mere image of her sitting there with those always slightly erect nipples of hers, drove me easily to roaring climaxes.
I often would catch myself lost in other sessions with other students, having them ask if I was paying attention to them, as my mind constantly wandered to her.
I knew it would be beyond dangerous to my position to be involved in any way with her physically, but it was becoming harder and harder to focus when she came for her tutoring sessions.
Then, that fateful day, it happened. I was talking with her about her lessons from psychology, this time talking about abnormal human sexuality.
I noticed her squirming in her seat, and that she was totally distracted.
We were focusing on the topic of illicit relationships, where non-consensual sexual activity was discussed, and she told me that she was fascinated with the subject.
I, almost choking on my words, asked her why?
She said to me that she had never had sex in her life, which amazed me, as she was by far incredibly beautiful and sensuous, and said she had always put guys off as they were always trying to seduce her. She admitted then that her idea of the first time was not of being seduced, but of being taken by force.
My prick twitched at the thought, and looking over at her, she was licking her lips, and her nipples were hard and totally visible through her thin bra and white blouse.
She said she often masturbated, but had not found that right turn on that would allow her to let go of her strict upbringing that taught her that sex was dirty, and that her only release was her own fantasies.
I was floored. I never expected this conversation to have taken place, and was consumed with the need to take her, and show her what it was about, but I knew she would not be a willing participant.
I got up from the desk with the excuse that it was getting hot in the room, and while adjusting the thermostat I covertly reached over and bolted the door to the room.
I walked to her and told her that I wanted her to stand up, as I wanted to rearrange the chairs, as mine was uncomfortable and wished to trade with hers.
She stood up, and stepped back from the desk, and instead of moving the chair I reached around her and tore her blouse totally off, and picked her up and forced her to the top of the desk, and jumped on top of her and held her wrists to the desk top.
She screamed at me, saying "Stop this, what is wrong with you, you are insane, who the hell do you think you are tearing off my blouse and holding me down, you are a sick bastard, let me go."
