The Tutor's Descent Ch. 03 - Preview 4

Another week, another preview. This chunk should wrap up chapter 3, and as usual, I'll post the full prelease after more editing and revising.

Also, something changed with the way my text pastes into Patreon recently, and I only just discovered that my italics did not make it into the last preview. I just edited it, but need to figure out how to paste correctly so I don't need to tediously go through and reapply the italics on every post here.

Anyway, thanks for reading, and hope you enjoy!

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A week full of midterms served as a welcome distraction for Olivia, and she focused on little else but her studies, determined to ace her exams. As one of a small minority of women in her engineering program, these tests were one of the rare opportunities to prove herself beyond a shadow of a doubt. Anytime she spoke up in class, she could feel the leering eyes of her peers on her and had the perception that many of them were promptly judging her based on her appearance. With all of the sexualized thoughts occupying her mind lately, that perception had shifted slightly, and she wondered if any of the men had been secretly fawning over her, silently undressing her within the safety of their minds. The idea was strangely hot, but also distracting, and she tried not to dwell on it.

It was a crisp morning, the first of October, when Olivia set up her vast array of materials in a quiet corner of the university library. She was scheduled to complete the last of her midterms, a particularly daunting test, later that afternoon, and planned to diligently work through the review packet until the very last minute.

“Hey, Olivia, right?” A meek voice drew her attention suddenly, and she looked up from her scattered papers to find a face she recognized.

“Oh, hi… Um…” She recognized the cute, round face framed with thick framed glasses staring back at her, but couldn’t recall her name.

“Hannah. I think we took a Physics class together last year?”

“That’s right, I remember. How’s it going?” Olivia was embarrassed to have momentarily forgotten her name, but quickly recovered the memories of the quiet girl she had made small talk with on a few occasions.

“I’m alright. Kinda nervous about the midterms I guess. I recognized that ugly fuchsia textbook from across the room. Low-Speed Aerodynamics with Mr. Clarke?”

“Yeah! You’re in that class too?”

“Yup. Wednesdays and Fridays at four.”

“Ah okay, I’m in the other one. It’s pretty brutal, right?”

‘Seriously… Would you mind if I joined you?”

“Not at all! Please,” Olivia motioned for her to sit, pushing her things to one side of the table to make room. Glad to have a partner to endure the struggle with, she tried to be as accommodating as possible. The women tackled the review questions with a unified front, complementing each other’s gaps in knowledge and making progress far more efficiently than would have been possible alone. “You’re really smart! How come I barely see you around?” Olivia asked at one point, feeling a strong sense of camaraderie with her new study buddy.

“Uh, I dunno. It’s a big campus…” 

“That’s true.”

“To be honest, I’m kinda shy and mostly keep to myself. And you’re very pretty. It’s a little intimidating…”

“Oh,” Olivia giggled nervously, caught off guard by the comment. “Well, thank you. I don’t mean to be intimidating though. I’m just a Math and Science geek like the rest of us.”

“You say that, but… I’ve seen that hot sporty guy you’re always with.”

“My boyfriend?”

“I don’t know why I said that… I’m sorry, just jealous I guess,” Hannah muttered regretfully, clamming up.

“It’s okay! Believe me, I get it. Daniel’s pretty much my first boyfriend ever. I still have to pinch myself. High school was… tricky…”

“Amen to that,” Hanna added, looking relieved that she hadn’t offended her.

“I’m glad you joined me today, this stuff makes my brain melt after a while. Us engineering ladies gotta stick together, right?”

Hannah agreed, perking back up, and they continued the review session in good spirits. Olivia was elated to have made a potential new friend. Past acquaintances in her program normally came and went, not extending beyond the mutual class that brought them together, which was usually fine with her since there hadn’t been much of a vibe anyway. Hannah struck her as someone she would like to get to know better though.

After studying through the morning, it came time for Olivia to make her way to the classroom, and she started packing up her things. “I’m about as prepared as I’ll ever be. Thanks again for sticking it out with me!”

“Good luck! You’re gonna kill it.” Hannah replied.

“Thanks, same to you! We should study together more often,” Olivia suggested with a smile, and was met with an enthusiastic nod from her new friend. The women exchanged numbers, and parted ways. Olivia strolled towards the location of her previously dreaded midterm, brimming with positivity at the positive interaction.

After an hour of grueling focus, the exam was complete, and she plopped the sheets onto the professor’s desk with confidence. She checked her silenced phone upon exiting the building, finding she had received two texts at some point. The first was from Hannah, thanking her again for the help and offering her last minute words of encouragement. The second was from an unknown number, and on opening it, Olivia was graced with an image of a massive hard cock. The monstrosity suddenly filled her screen, and she snapped her phone to her chest, concealing it and glancing around to ensure she was alone. What the fuck… She sneaked another peek, confirming her suspicions. The mystery boner undoubtedly belonged to Matt.

Another message was being typed, and she stopped moving through the empty hallway, placing her back against the empty wall behind her to guarantee privacy.

I accidentally thought about you and this happened.

Olivia let out a nervous sigh as she read the text. How in the hell did he even get my number, she wondered, before remembering that his mom had it and it wouldn’t be at all difficult to obtain. She stared at the veiny manhood for a moment, conflicted about how to handle the situation. Thinking it was best to completely ignore him for now, she switched back to the thread with Hannah, sent her a quick reciprocation of good wishes, and dropped her phone back into her pocket. It vibrated a few more times as she walked back to her apartment, but she forced herself not to check. Great. Now I’m thinking about it again… She had almost made it the whole day without a single thought of her pupil’s forbidden manhood.

Back in the solitude of her room, she tossed her meddlesome device onto the bed and heated up some leftover Chinese food for an early dinner. After scarfing down the meal, she felt drained from the long day of mental exertion and decided to take a hot, relaxing shower. When that was done with, she climbed into bed, not bothering to put any clothes on. Daniel was busy with his own school work and lacrosse practice, so she decided to call it a day, and picked up her phone to find some form of entertainment.

Matt’s huge erection greeted her again as she unlocked her screen, and she clenched her teeth, knowing she had to deal with the intrusion at some point. There were a few new messages from him too.

I really need your help with this.

C’mon, you’re gonna leave me hanging?

It really can’t wait till tomorrow.

Olivia’s thumb tapped the glass display idly as she considered her options. A tingle between her legs called out for her attention, her body beginning to respond to the familiar evening routine of browsing big cocks and playing with herself. She couldn’t possibly allow herself to become a willing participant to this perversion though, knowing all too well that Matt could use the texts against her. Part of her wanted to simply delete the messages, but the lustful forces in the dark corners of her mind wanted to see what else he had in store for her, and she began typing a reply.

Wtf. You have the wrong number.

She wasn’t exactly sure what she was hoping for, but at least the generic reply would not incriminate her. It wasn’t long before Matt’s next message appeared.

Oh my bad. I’m still hard af tho.

The text was followed by another image featuring his hard on, just as obscene as the last. He was naked from the waist down, seated, and his cock jutted out from his lap towards the lens, his hefty balls also making an appearance in the background.

Stop sending these disgusting pics you creep!

Olivia’s free hand had already found her sensitive pussy, and a shiver of pleasure ran up her spine as the soft pad of her middle finger gently parted her wet labia.

Have you ever seen a cock this big?

Another picture popped up, this time from a different angle, showcasing the considerable length.

No! And I don’t want to see anymore of it.

Send me something back so I can get rid of it then.

The idea of texting him some explicit image so he could beat off to it was turning her on, but she would never be that reckless. 

Hell no!

Matt was grinning from ear to ear in his bedroom, greatly enjoying the game that was playing out. He knew he was in fact texting his tutor, and he knew she had to be alone and interested to have been this responsive. The veil of anonymity, even it was pretend, was emboldening him, and he intended to take advantage of it.

Fine. Then at least tell me about how you like watching me jerk off to the thought of you.

You don’t even know me, you pervert!

I’m gonna blow a fat fucking load all over this picture of you.

He did go through the trouble of printing out a sexy bikini shot of her, but decided not to share it yet as it would break the delicate illusion they’d built.

That’s fucking gross. Leave me alone.

This is just to hold me over. The next time my balls get drained, you’re gonna do it for me.

That little shit, Olivia thought to herself. He was being so crude and direct with her. She couldn’t believe he’d just suggested that she was going to jerk off his big dick for him like it was a fact, and yet her pussy gushed approvingly. She cursed her stupid animal brain for liking the demeaning things Matt was saying to her, but she kept stroking her clit anyway. At a loss for what to send next, she impulsively taunted him; not wanting to sound complacent, but also hoping he would continue.

You wish.

I’ll show you how to handle it like a good girl. You can work all the hot cum out of me until I tribute all over your big fucking tits.

Olivia moaned lightly as the pleasure built within her, despite how absolutely wrong she knew the interaction to be. She recalled the look of pure fascination and arousal on his face when he had uncovered her chest and toyed with her nipples. Is that what he’d do if he had his way? Shoot a fresh batch of his thick, sticky spunk all over my tits until they were coated and dripping? Fuck, Olivia… What the fuck is wrong with you?

Another image appeared on her screen where Matt was squeezing his now glistening cock, and a milky white substance had collected at the tip. He’d clearly been working towards his release, now waiting for her reaction to his last filthy comment. She was getting close to finishing as well, the fact that they were miles apart allowing her to indulge in the crude exchange. She wanted to see his explosion, her pussy aching for the climax.

In your dreams. You’d probably leak out a couple tiny drops and shrink right back down you nasty boy.

Olivia had no idea where any of her words were coming from, but they just felt right in the moment, at least according to the part of her that was currently saturated with arousal. She didn’t have to wait much longer, as a video message began loading. She watched from Matt’s point of view as he pumped his girthy dick in one hand, standing and turning towards his desk. Her jaw dropped as a sheet of paper came into view, a freshly printed image of her bikini clad body glistening in the sunlight, very little of her womanly figure left to the imagination. She heard strained grunting, and then witnessed a gooey rope of semen launch out and splatter the picture. Her orgasm arrived with a rush of endorphins, and her body convulsed as she eagerly observed Matt paint her likeness with his shimmering seed until it was unrecognizable. Olivia couldn’t hold back the moans as she rubbed her spasming clit and watched the document become soiled one creamy line of cum at a time. The only thing that could’ve made her climax sweeter was if that heavy load was covering her actual exposed skin instead.

The pleasure-filled girlfriend replayed the salacious video three times before finally settling down. She felt a conflict deep in her gut, a perfect balance of extreme satisfaction and extreme shame. The whole situation just kept worsening, and she felt like a slave to her unchecked libido. She looked at her phone one more time and read the final message before throwing it across the room.

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