Noah

You had never been the smartest, never been the straight A student but you were the prettiest in school, super popular and a bit of a brat from time to time, your grades dropped as you neglected your homework for school dances, games, and cheer practice, what did that result in? Tutoring. A nerdy but muscular and definitely hot boy named Noah

You sat at your desk, looking down at your math packet you were assigned as homework “What’s the answer to number 15?” your friend, Ella’s voice rang out of your phone propped up on your desk on FaceTime as you worked together, you looked down at your paper, flipping back to 15 you spoke. “I put B” suddenly you whimpered, dropping your head to your desk, your friend spoke quickly, worriedly. “Omg- are you okay?” You whimpered, trying to keep quiet “m-mhm- one sec-“ you spoke and muted yourself over call and turned off your camera, your tutors voice came, from under the desk, as you looked down you saw his nose buried deep between your legs, he pulled away with a smirk, “wrong” he spoke as he started to probe his tongue into your pussy, “get it wrong again and the consequences will escalate” you whimpered and nodded, looking back at your phone and turning your camera and mic back on, your friend was there, she looked up at you through the phone, she asked for the answer to number 17, you hesitated, you finally answered with “c”, but that didn’t end to well, you heard your tutors muffled voice; “hang up” He spoke demandingly, you knew you’d get fucked senseless if you refused, and maybe even if you still did as told