Special Tutoring (3/3)

Bambi stood before her vanity, the soft afternoon light spilling through her curtains. She felt a flutter of excitement in her chest—she had her special tutoring with Mr. Bennett.

Her long, manicured fingers sifted through the outfits strewn across her bed. A pastel pink sweater dress? No. The tight baby blue crop top and white skirt? Tempting, but not quite the message she wanted to send. Her eyes landed on the plaid schoolgirl set Kaylee had bought her as a joke during rush week. The snug pink cardigan hugged her curves perfectly, the matching pleated skirt barely covering her ass, and the deep-cut white blouse—well, it made her breasts practically spill out. The striped pink tie dangled between them like a cherry on top.

She slipped into the outfit, the soft fabric clinging to her enhanced figure. Sitting before her vanity, Bambi carefully applied her makeup: dewy foundation, shimmering blush, dramatic lashes, and a glossy nude-pink lipstick that made her pout look irresistibly full. She styled her platinum blonde hair into loose, voluminous waves. Then, for a playful finishing touch, she perched a pair of oversized glasses on her nose.

Standing back, she gave herself an approving smile and snapped a quick selfie in the mirror. She angled her hips and let her heavy chest push forward just enough to highlight her cleavage.

As she grabbed her purse and headed toward the front door, Kaylee and Tiffany were by the stairs, dressed in casual shorts and tank tops, chatting and scrolling on their phones.

“Omigod, girl,” Kaylee squealed, eyes wide. “Where do you think you’re going looking like that?”

Bambi hesitated, biting her glossy lip. “Oh, I… um… I’m seeing Mr. Bennett. Just some tutoring…”

Tiffany smirked behind her straw. “Tutoring? Please. You’re not fooling anyone, Bambi.”

Kaylee giggled. “I bet Mr. Bennett’s lessons get pretty intense. Hope you’re ready for a long and hard session.” She gave a playful wink.

Bambi blushed, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear.

“Mmm, lucky,” Tiffany sighed dreamily. “Maybe I should ask if he’ll tutor me too.”

“Don’t keep him waiting,” Kaylee teased, swatting Bambi’s butt as she pranced toward the door.

Her white thigh-highs hugged her smooth legs as she stepped out. The click-clack of her heels echoed across the pavement, each step making her curves sway and bounce. A few guys turned their heads as she crossed the quad, but Bambi kept her eyes forward. She had one thing on her mind.

By the time she reached Mr. Bennett’s office, her heart was racing. She slipped inside and turned the lock with a soft click. The office was quiet, the afternoon sun casting golden light across the desk.

Mr. Bennett looked up from his papers, his gaze sweeping over her. His eyes lingered on her blouse, skirt, and the confident tilt of her hips. A slow, approving smile spread across his face.

She rocked back on her heels, pouting sweetly. The motion made her breasts sway enticingly. “Hi, Professor… are you ready to tutor me?”

He stood slowly, pushing his chair back. “I hope you’re ready for your first lesson,” he said, already unbuckling his belt. His slacks dropped, and his thick, heavy cock sprang free.

Bambi’s glossy lips parted in a soft gasp.

Before she could say a word, he grabbed her waist, spun her around, and bent her over the desk. The cool surface pressed against her chest as he tugged up her skirt, exposing her smooth, peachy ass. She whimpered, feeling the head of his cock against her entrance.

With a sharp thrust, he pushed inside her tight hole.

“Ah! Ohmygod…” Bambi moaned, gripping the edge of the desk as he drove deep into her. Her heels clicked against the floor as her hips rocked in time with his punishing rhythm.

The moment he entered her, a surge of memories crashed over her—long hours grading papers in this office, faculty meetings, the dull routine of Daniel Marks’ old life.

“Nnngh… n-no… ahh—w-wait… nn-ahh…” she gasped, the words drowning in her own moans.

But her protest dissolved entirely as he thrust deeper. The sharp rhythm overpowered everything. The sound of skin slapping against skin filled the room.

With every powerful stroke, the thoughts blurred. She didn’t want to lecture. She didn’t want to grade papers.

She wanted this. She wanted to be Bambi. She wanted to be used.

And as Mr. Bennett drove into her harder, she moaned in bliss.

She loved being tutored.