Age Gap / BJ / SEX
Tempting My Tutor
I may be just 20 but I know what I want. I‘ll have to play my cards right to seduce my piano tutor.
“Diane! What’s wrong with you?” the professor’s voice thunders as I miss the note.
“I’m sorry, I’m a bit distracted,” I try to explain.
“Compose yourself! The concert is tomorrow, do you want to make a fool of yourself? Of me?” he shouts as he throws his hands in the air.
“I’m sorry Mr. Schultz. I think I need a short break.”
He calms down and pulls a chair next to me. He rolls up his sleeves and leans forward, looking at me with his kind dark eyes. His stare always makes my heart skip a bit and I close my eyes as I’m taking in his cologne.
“What’s bothering you? Don’t tell me you’re nervous for tomorrow, it’s not your first piano concert.”
“No,” I reassure him and I’m biting my lower lip, gathering the courage to make him a confession. “It’s just that my boyfriend broke up with me.”
“So what?! Either you two will get back together or someone else will come along. You’re just 20 years old, a break-up isn’t the end of the world.”
“It sucks being dumped.”
“Want to know my opinion? He’s an idiot,” he says leaning back and crossing his arms, the shirt stretching over his muscles.
“I don’t think so. He said I’m spending too much time practicing and I’m spending more time with you than with him, which is true. But also...”
“Yes?”
“He also said he’s jealous of you. He’s sure there’s something going on between us.”
“Exactly what I just said. Idiot.”
“Not really. The truth is, I always liked you, Mr. Schultz. And last time I had sex with my boyfriend I may have shouted your name.” I finally confess while staring at the floor, clutching my seat.
I lift my eyes to see his surprised expression, he doesn’t seem to know how to respond.
I feel relieved. I held this in for too long, ever since he started tutoring me. But I knew it was ridiculous.
He’s almost 50, he’s a respectable professor and a famous musician. He has a long waiting list of people that would do anything to be tutored by him and somehow I was one of the few lucky ones that got the chance.
He’s incredibly attractive, fit and has a great sense of style. He’s also cold and distant, except at the end of the concerts which he seldom attends. Those are the only times I’ve seen him smile, when he congratulates me and hugs me. When his beard brushes my cheek I swear I feel a lightning inside me. That even became one of my motivations to perform well, to get that feeling again.
“Diane, you must be confused,” he finally responds. “You’re young. You should focus on your studies, forget about the breakup and move on. You’re a great piano player, the fact that I took you under my wing is a testament to this. Our relationship is strictly professional and if I ever insinuated anything else, I assure you it was not my intention.”
“I was sure you were going to say something like this. But I don’t believe you. I know your style, I’ve seen all those pictures in the media with you and your ex-girlfriends. They are all young and some of them were your students also.”
“And that didn’t go so well. When feelings are involved, the focus drops. I want what’s best for you, Diane. And that’s a career, not a fling with an old guy.”
“I think it’s too late, I already have feelings.”
I lean towards him and place a hand on his knee. I close my eyes as I’m leaning further and reach his lips. The electrifying sensation multiplies and I feel my heart beating faster.
I stay there for a moment and suddenly I feel his hand on the back of my head. He opens his mouth and slides his tongue inside mine. He takes my breath away and kisses me gently, then firmly and passionately.
But suddenly he pulls back and stands up.
“You should leave, Diane. Get some rest for tomorrow's concert,” he says as he’s storming out the room.
I could barely sleep. I was mad at him for rejecting me, I was ecstatic for that wonderful kiss. I was grateful for the respect he showed me, for his kind words, wanting the best for me.
I figured there is only one way to get closer to him. And if that wouldn’t work, then he’s the idiot, to quote him.
It’s the concert night and I am determined to be the best.
When feelings are involved, the focus drops.
I’ll prove him wrong. I’ll prove him I’m mature enough to separate the job from the feelings and be as great as I know I can be.
Tonight was a success! I received a standing ovation and the press wanted to take my interview. I made sure to thank Mr. Schultz for his guidance in all interviews and I really enjoyed myself. Of course I kept searching for him in the crowd but he was nowhere to be found.
However, I knew exactly what to do.
After the event was over, I went to his studio to let him know how it went.
“Diane!” he was surprised to see me at his door.
He invited me in and out of habit, I sat at the piano.
“Congratulations, Diane! I saw you on the TV. And thank you for the kind words you said about me.”
“You helped me become who I am. I will forever be grateful for your lessons. And I wanted to prove to you that my performance isn’t going to drop because of a crush, a fling or…love. But if you’d rather stop tutoring me, I’ll respect your decision.”
“It doesn’t have to be like this.”
“Have you thought about me since yesterday?” I ask as I’m standing up. “I know you did, that kiss didn’t come from nowhere. I just want you to be honest with me.”
I’m moving closer to him, the tension is almost palpable.
He grabs me by my waist and pulls me closer to him, pressing me against his body. He stares into my eyes for a moment before leaning into a kiss even more passionate than yesterday’s.
My breasts are pressed against him and I start to feel the bulge in his pants.
We both gasp for air as the kiss ends and I reach to unbutton his shirt.
“I still want to hear you say it,” I insist with a smile.
“I have thought about you, Diane. When I saw you in my doorstep I thought it’s my imagination, I thought, I’m going crazy.”
“Were you attracted to me this past year?”
“I was. Since I first saw you last year, I thought you are a beautiful woman. You also showed me how talented and smart you are, I just never thought you would be attracted to an old guy like me.”
“I wouldn’t put it like that. I’m attracted to your voice, your confidence, your body, your talent.”
I turn around and reach my zipper, inviting him to help me undress. He pulls off my dress and I’m left in my black lace lingerie.
He reaches down to my panties and drags his fingers across them. I can feel his warmth through the fabric and he must surely feel how wet I am already. Slowly, he pushes my panties to the side and presses his hand on my pussy lips. He touches and caresses me, sending shivers through my body.
He plays me with magical fingers, the way he plays the piano. Expertly, confidently.
I drop my head back onto his shoulder, needing to support myself on something. He kisses my neck and slides a hand beneath my bra, caressing my nipple. With his other hand still pressed on my pussy, he enters me with a finger, then two. I let go, completely relax and enjoy the treat. I wanted this for so long and it’s better than I imagined. My heart beats faster as I’m getting close and clench his arm.
“Mr. Schultz!” I cry out as I’m coming in his arms.
“I think you can call me Christian,” he whispers into my ear.
“No, I like calling you Mr. Schultz. Do you mind?”
“Not at all.”
I sit down on the piano bench and and look up to him as I’m reaching his pants. I gently grab his cock and caress it with both hands. It’s thick and veiny, and responds to my touch, becoming visibly larger as I lean to kiss the tip.
I dreamed about this for so long! He’s even better than I imagined. I’ve only been with a couple of guys but this was definitely the best looking cock I’ve seen. I lick it and take the just tip into my mouth as I look up to see Mr. Schultz biting his lip.
“Fuck, Diane! You’re so sexy with your lips wrapped around me.”
I didn’t expect him to be the type to dirty talk, but it instantly makes my pussy pulse.
I take him deeper and he soon fills my mouth so I compensate with my hands, grabbing his base. I slowly twist and enter a rhythm I never had before when sucking cock. I think I was never excited about this before, it felt like a chore almost. But Mr. Schultz’s dick is something else. It makes me tingly and wet feeling all his veins on my tongue and his tip at the back of my throat.
I want to take all of him, I want to pleasure him.
He grabs my hair and begins fucking my mouth, pushing himself into me. My panties flood as I’m thinking he’ll soon give my pussy the same treatment.
He starts moaning and his abs get tense. He pulls back and lifts me gently on the bench. After taking off my bra, he grabs my breasts with his hands. With his thumbs he caresses my already hard nipples. He kneels between my legs and spreads my pussy lips as he’s staring at the sight.
“You’re such a beauty, Diane! You have the perfect pussy!”
He leans and drags his tongue across my clit. I feel his hot breath on my wetness and I get goosebumps head to toe.
“This is so hot!” he smiles as he caresses my leg.
He stands and takes me by my hands, guiding me toward the side of the piano. I turn around and press my ass against his cock as he wraps me in an embrace.
“I wanted you for so long, Mr. Schultz! I want you to fuck me all night!”
“My darling Diane, I want the same thing.”
I want to spread my legs to receive him but he protests.
“Keep your legs together, darling, I want to feel you tight.”
He adjusts himself behind me and I feel the tip of his cock close to my wet, waiting pussy. I bend over, pressing my breasts on the cold piano. He pushes himself further, I feel his thickness slowly filling me.
“Tell me if I’m hurting you, Diane, and I’ll stop.”
“No! You’re big, Mr. Schultz, but I can take it. Just go slowly, please.”
“You set the rhythm, darling,” he reassures me as he continues to slowly push further.
After a few slow thrusts I push myself back to take more.
“I can take your cock, Mr. Schultz. Fuck me harder!”
“You want to take all my cock? Good girl! Fuck you’re tight! And you’re dripping wet.”
He claims a bit more of my pussy with each thrust until finally he’s almost all in.
“Can you feel how deep I am?” he asks as I feel full of him and my ass is pressed against him.
“What was that for?” I cry out as he gently slaps my ass.
“You’ve waited so long for you to come on to me, Diane. I could have had this tight pussy the entire year!”
“We’ll just have to make up for lost time,” I laugh.
As I begin moving more, encouraging him to pick up the pace, he thrusts me faster until I scream with pleasure.
He pulls me up and reaches down to my clit, pressing, touching, caressing.
“I want you to come again, Diane. Come on my cock!”
“Yes! Yes, Mr. Schultz!”
Soon enough, my legs start trembling and the familiar warmth and pressure build up inside me. I come on Mr. Schultz’s cock as he asked me, as I’ve dreamed so many times.
“I’m close, Diane!” he says as he starts to pull out.
“Come inside me, Mr. Schultz!” I push myself back to take all his cock back in. “I’m on the pill and I want to feel everything, I want to be fully yours.”
“Fuck, Diane! I’m coming!” he shouts as he releases his cum deep inside me.
He holds me tight in his arms until he’s all empty.
“You are amazing, Diane!”
“Mr. Schultz, you are incredible!”
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