Sinful Lust Stories

Theme: Freaky, naughty sex lessons Georgia's POV "You got a B again," I batted my lashes up at my mother, who had a look of disgust on her face. In her hands was my report sheet, and I could hear the anger in her voice. No daughter of Edwina got a B in maths. My sisters were all proof of that. Mom was a leading professor in Mathematics, it would be a shame if we got anything less. "What is the problem, Georgia?" I shuffled on my feet and wrung my hands together. Did I have a problem? Yes. Did I know what exactly this problem was? No. No matter how hard I tried, maths wasn't my thing. Right, a voice in my head scoffed. It isn't because you've been binging on romance novels. "I asked a question, child, and I demand answers!" Mom snapped, slapping the report sheet on her desk. Jerking back in fear, I swallowed hard, squinting to fight the tears back. If I cried over everything, no one would take me seriously. "Desperate times call for desperate measures. There's no way you'll graduate with a straight A at this rate," Mom hissed. Her voice grew lower as she spoke. "And I am way too busy to babysit you. Anderson? Anderson, it is." I stared at her, confused, until she tossed me a withering look. "I'll get someone to tutor you. I expect nothing but perfection in the SATs. Do you understand me?! And no one should ever find out you got a tutor!" I gave a sheepish smile. "Yes, mother. Thank you." "Thank me when you get an A," She spat snidely and dismissed me. I raced off to my room, eager to leave her presence,but also looking forward to finishing the copy of Silhouette's desire with me. Our house was huge but mostly empty since my two older sisters had moved to college, leaving me at the mercy of my uptight mother. I shed off my uniform quickly and dived into my bed, yanking out the novel from where I hid it under the sheets. I was right where the hero, a tall, tanned, sexy, haired scientist, realized he couldn't hold back from touching the heroine and began his confessions when a knock on my door threw me into a frenzy. As I tossed the book under my bed, our maid, Betty, came in. "Your tutor is here," I pursed my lips. "So quickly?" "Yes. Your mother needs you downstairs at once." I groaned, sliding off the bed. Knowing Mom, the tutor was probably one of Mom's students who wore boring clothes and would drone on about the Pythagoras theorem or something. I shrugged on bum shorts and a faded t-shirt and trudged downstairs. "Do not worry, Edwina, I'll handle this," A deep baritone voice had me stumbling on the last step, and my eyes widened as I took in who my mother was talking to. A tall, dark-haired, handsome man with an athletic build and blue eyes, like the professor in my romance novel. My throat constricted, and I swallowed hard. We had never had a man in our mansion before. Mom raised us all on her own after splitting up with Dad. I attended an all-girls school where the only man we got to see was Janitor Warren, and he looked nothing like the man standing in our living room. His hair was long and curled in ringlets, draping around his neck like a mane. They were swept back to reveal hawkish eyebrows and piercing sea-blue eyes, and he looked younger than Mom, obviously, but way older than I was- Yet I couldn't stop the stirring between my legs when he looked at me. "Georgia, come here!" Mom's voice sounded so far away. I could feel my legs obey her command until I stopped before them. Before him, all I could hear was the sound of my beating heart, pounding loudly. "Georgia," the man called. I shuddered, letting out a breath I didn't know I was holding. "It is a pleasure to meet you. I am Jake Anderson." A pleasure? I licked my lips, watching his mouth move. How could a man have such beautiful lips? And why did I want to touch his lips so badly? "I wouldn't call you if it wasn't serious -" "It's fine, Edwina," Jake replied to Mother, but his eyes were still on me, burning a hot trail over my face. He reached for his black tie, drawing my attention to his large hand and then to his arms. His muscles flexed against the shirt he had on, threatening to rip it. The stirring between my legs became a deep-seated throbbing, and I had to press my thighs together. "I'm sure Georgia and I will get along quite well. As long as she's a good girl, we won't have any problems." "Thank you. I have a meeting now, and I'll leave you two to it." Mom said and walked away briskly. My tutor turned to me, a plain smile on his gorgeous face. "Where would you like us to study?" "My bedroom?" I said breathlessly and flushed when he did a double take. His gaze darkened, and I imagine all the heroines in the books I've read felt exactly the way I did currently— as if my stomach was crammed with a handful of butterflies. "And what exactly would we do there?" He asked, taking a step closer. The throbbing in my pussy grew intense as his scent teased my nose and got permanently etched in my brain. My nipples poked against the frail shirt I had on, pushing and begging for his attention. "Study?" I replied, folding my hands beneath my boobs, pushing them up. "I've been into Pythagoras theorem lately. I want to learn all about Sin... and Cosins, Or you know, you could fuck me?" His eyes darkened, dropping to my stiff nipples. I reached up to cup my tits through the shirt, kneading them invitingly. Jake swallowed, looked at the door my mother had disappeared through, and then turned to me. I basked in his heated gaze for two seconds before he gave a tight smile. "It's Sine and Cosines. Edwina's right, you do need an iron fist." I have no idea why that sounded so dirty, but it did. "Go get your notebook. We'll start with calculus," Clenching his fists hard, he snapped and walked briskly to a sofa. A secretive smile curled on my face, and I knew that Jake would fuck me very, very soon.