Being a bit of a dumb slut does have some advantages [FM]

So school kinda fucking sucks. Or maybe I'm just terrible at it. Either way, my first year of uni was NOT going good. The end of my first semester came with lots of "what are we paying for if you're not even gonna try" lectures from my parents and honestly…I get it. C's might get degrees, but I was barely passing.

So they got me a tutor.

Idk where they found him, but Jon was obviously more than qualified. He said he was a grad student and politely tried to tell me what his thesis was about, but I was so fucking bored like 10 seconds in that all I could do was sit there and watch his mouth move while I daydreamed about getting the hell out of that smelly old library as fast as I could.

He asked me what I was working on, and I showed him my assignments for all my classes. He looked them over quietly and just for like one very very brief second I thought "oh shit he's actually kinda cute."

"The first one due looks like it's your Intro Psych paper" he said to me.

"What?"

"This one, your case study? It's due in like a week. Have you started?"

I had, but I knew it was stupid as fuck. Honestly I don't even know how they expect us to get through this stuff when it's so fucking boring.

"Uhhhhhh yeah kinda. I mean it's not very good."

He asked to see it anyway. The look on his face was something between patience and disappointment. My parents better have been paying him well. He told me to make a few fixes and meet him again the next day, and to get started on my Film report for another class. As he got up to collect his things and leave I noticed again how tall he was. And a little older. And smart. And hopefully corruptible.

So I did what any dumb slut would do and fucked around all night.

"Sorry" I told him the next day. "I didn't get anything more done really. It's just … so hard you know?"

He looked disappointed but his dark features and chiselled jaw just…ugh. Not helping.

"Look I can't help you if you're not gonna try okay?" He said.

I nodded with a dumb look on my face. Just a little tilt of my chin to make sure I was looking up at him through my eyelashes anddddd…

"It would be so much easier if you could just like show me how to get started. You know? Like just maybe you can type and tell me what you're thinking or something. Or I can type and you talk?"

"That's not…"

"Please" I begged. "Just this time. Just to show me how it should go?"

He started to crack. I slipped a hand up his thigh under the table.

"I uhhhh…" he started to say.

But I was already on my knees.

His cock was hard before I managed to get it out of his pants. They always are. I knew the top I had on would give a cute lil view of my cleavage while he looked down at me too, and wore my best push up bra to really give myself just that little extra bit of oomph. It definitely worked too.

I spat on the thing noisily right there in the little study room he had booked for us. The doors window was small and high but someone would definitely be able to see me blowing him if they looked in. I didn't care. My psych paper wasn't gonna write itself and I had this little itch in the back of my throat that only a smart tutors cock could itch.

I giggled up at him while I stroked him and smacked it against my tongue. He already thought I was a dumb bimbo so I might as well prove him right and get what I wanted. I could see his hands clench once I finally took him into my mouth and honestly…his meat hit just right. There's something so hard to describe about that nice clean cock taste that just never fails to make my pussy ache.

"Someone could see…" he complained.

"Then you better hurry up and cum down my throat" I said

It was a great cock and I took the thing right back like a pro, sucking him between deeeeeep swallows that brought his head right down into my throat.

The trick to a good blowjob isn't just the throat fucking though. It's saying the dumbest, most disgusting things that you can think of while you do it. They love that shit.

"Holy fuck you feel so good in my throat" I moaned. "Does it feel good when I slide you all the way down like that? Uh huh? What about when I lick you while you're in my mouth? Yeah? Tell me the truth, am I prettier with a cock in my mouth?"

He just kept saying different combinations of "yes" and "uh huh".

"You like fucking my tight little throat don't you? You loooove watching my neck bulge around your hard, aching cock huh? You know you can fuck my face right? I can take it. I've sucked cock before. I know how to handle it. Come on. Pound my throat. Use my mouth like a wet little pussy."

It took some convincing, but he finally broke and did as he was told. He took my head in his big hands and started to pump into my neck like it was a fleshlight. To his credit, my coughs and gags didn't really stop him. Most guys get nervous when you start to really cry. Not Jon. He was too busy making my face a messy little masterpiece.

"I'm gonna cum!" He growled. Obviously my mouth was too full to answer him lol

He did finally, pulling out and plastering my face with a weeks worth of jizz at least. I would have preferred it down my throat where I could swallow the mess but beggars and choosers and all that. So I took a few ropes across my lips. It was better than nothing.

"Fuck sorry I think I got some in your eye" he said.

"You're all good" I laughed while I caught my breath.

He passed me a dirty gym shirt from his bag and I cleaned up. I made a joke about him keeping it as a trophy and he laughed.

"Sooooooo uhh how about my paper?" I said as I got back into my chair.

"Oh yeah" he said with a smirk. "You can leave that with me. And tell your parents this session was on the house."