Leah Remini the sex teacher

“Come on Dustin, think,” Leah said disgustedly as she
tossed her hand in the air. She shook her head and took
a deep breath watching the 18 year old boy
sitting by her at the table. She dropped her hand to
the tabletop saying with as much patience as she could
muster, “You know this stuff. What’s the trouble? You
act like you really don’t care.”

The youth just shrugged his shoulders and said, “What
difference does it make?”

“It makes a lot of difference,” Leah told him firmly.
She leaned towards him saying, “You need to know this
stuff if you want to go to college.”

“My old man has enough money to send me where ever I
want to go,” he answered with an almost bored tone.

“But you won’t be admitted to any college if you flunk
the entrance exams,” Leah countered. She tossed a hand
in the air asking, “And then where will you be?”

“My old man has plenty of money,” he said as he sat
there with a sullen demeanor. He shook his head telling
her, “And besides I’ll be working for my Dad after I
get out of school. So I won’t have to go to college.”

Leah shook her head in dismay; his father was very
wealthy and she didn’t want to admit it but that was
why she had offered to tutor his young son. She had
learned that his father, who she had worked for, was
looking for a private tutor for Dustin. Leah had let it
be known, indirectly, that she could help the boy if
his father was interested. The reason for her offer was
that she hoped she could garner the favor or at least
the assistance of his father in helping her to further
her career desires. Maybe if she was able to help his
son he could in turn help her.

Unfortunately Dustin was not all that keen on being
helped; although it was only their second session he
had made it quite clear that he had no real interest in
improving his grades. Leah knew that her plan to
capitalize on helping him improve his grades was in
serious jeopardy if he refused to allow her to help.

“Besides why do I need to know this stuff?” He asked
with a wave at the text book they were using.

“You have to know how to add and subtract,” Leah
responded slowly shaking her head.

“Why I can always use a computer,” he told her with a
shrug.

“But what if the computer is broke?” She countered.

“Well I can always have someone else do it,” he said
with an almost arrogant assurance.

“But how will know if they’re doing it right?”

“Well they better,” he said with a confident nod. He
folded his arms across his chest adding, “Cause when
I’m in charge they better do what I say.”

“I see,” Leah said with a slow nod. She shook her head
surprised by the kid’s arrogance. She didn’t know how
to motivate him not when he had such self confidence.
She knew that he was planning to ride on his father’s
success and wealth. Slowly she asked, “What will you do
if your father loses his money?”

“He won’t,” Dustin assured her.

“But what if?” She persisted.

“What are you gonna do if he does?” He countered
locking stares with her.

“What do you mean?” Leah asked a little perplexed by
his question.

“Hell I figured you’re wanting something out of this,”
he said with a shrug. He nodded at her saying, “You
probably are hoping to get something out of this. I
mean you’re not a real teacher.”

“No I’m not,” Leah admitted with a slow nod.

“So what’s in it for you?”

“Well yes I’m hoping that maybe your father can help me
out if I help you improve your grades,” Leah confessed
with a casual shrug.

“Well it looks to me then that you need my help too,”
Dustin said confidently as he settled back in his
chair.

“And how is that?” Leah asked curtly. She was getting
rather tired with his game and his attitude in general.

“Well it would seem to me that if my grades don’t get
any better then my Dad just might decide that you ain’t
doing a good job and dump you,” he said with a smug
grin. He cocked his head to one side asking, “And then
what for you?”

Leah stared at the arrogant boy her disdain for him
steadily creeping up. Id it wasn’t for her hope that
his father could help her career dreams she probably
would have said the hell with it. She didn’t want to
admit it but she would have been quite pleased to see
this conceited little punk fail completely; probably
would be the best thing that could ever happen to him.
Unfortunately she wasn’t hired to provide moral
guidance to him; she was just supposed to help him get
better grades.

“Well I guess I’ll just have to try another way to get
what I want out of life,” Leah said with a casual flick
of her hand. She wanted to grimace, she sounded like
one of those cheesy characters on the old TV shows,
spouting good old fashion values. Well they did make
sense so maybe there was some value to them.

“But if I do better in school?” Dustin asked as he
unfolded his arms and rested one on the table. He
glanced down at the smooth wooden surface as he
casually drew a small circle on it with the tip of his
finger. As he did he nonchalantly asked, “If that
happened you wouldn’t have to try something else,
right?”

“Yes,” Leah answered tiredly and nodding her head. She
ran a hand through her shoulder length dark brown hair
tossing a quick glance over at the clock and saw that
they had just under an hour left. She hoped that he
wasn’t trying to drag this out in hopes of avoiding any
more work.

“So like I said, it seems to me that you need me more
than I really need you,” the youth said as he stretched
his legs out and slipped his hands behind his head.

“Okay it might seem like that,” Leah admitted with an
exasperated huff. She sensed that he was working
towards something and knowing what a scheming little
boy he was she figured it probably wasn’t right. Hoping
to end his procrastination and get back to work she
asked in a frustrated tone, “Okay Dustin you obviously
want something, now what is it?”

Leah figured that if he wanted to try and blackmail her
there was little he could get from her. She had very
little money he could try and get out of her and if he
was hoping to somehow get her to provide the answers he
would need for his upcoming tests he was sadly mistaken
about that. She shivered slightly when she saw his eyes
drop briefly down to her ample bust and then back up to
her face. Her unease stirred a little more when she
noted the ends of his mouth were tipped up in a slight
smile; a cold, cocky smile.

“Okay its real simple,” Dustin said as he sat up. He
locked stares with her and calmly said, “I wanna feel
your boobs.”

“You what?” Leah exclaimed her eye brows shooting up in
surprise. Her jaw drop and she sat back in her chair as
she stared at the youth as he calmly sat there looking
at her.

“I want to feel your boobs,” he repeated acting as if
it was a simple request.

“I…I don’t think so young man,” Leah said in a
measured tone. She wanted to smack the arrogant little
bastard clear out of his chair but she knew that would
not resolve the problem. She was both stunned and upset
by his casual demeanor. He was sitting there acting as
if he had just made some kind of neutral comment about
the days’ weather. Regaining her composure she leaned
towards him slightly and waved a finger in his face
saying with as much firmness as she could muster, “I’m
not going to say anything to your father about what you
just said. I should but I won’t.”

“Doesn’t bother me,” he said with a cocky wave of his
hand. He looked at her saying, “But I ain’t gonna do
any of this crap you’re wanting me to do. In fact I
just might tell my old man that you’re not helping me
at all. I might tell him that you just sit and listen
to music while I’m here and aren’t helping me at all.
Gee and since my grades won’t be any better he might
just get rid of you. Hmmm.

“Or maybe I’ll tell him that you tried to put the moves
on me. Gee what do you think he’d do then, if I told
him that you were trying to get me to fool around with
you?”

“You wouldn’t,” Leah said in a shocked voice.

“Try me,” he responded in a haughty voice. Leah could
tell he wasn’t kidding. She also knew that if he did do
as he threatened and even if she was able to disprove
his allegations the harm it would do to her career
hopes would be devastating.

Leah sat back in her chair, staring at the kid whose
eyes were alternating from her face down to her bust
and back. She had a bad feeling that even if she denied
the kid’s bogus claims his dear old Dad would probably
whole heartedly believe him. The little jerk was
probably quite adept at manipulating his father; she
could just imagine the little jerk telling his father
his outlandish tale, complete with tears. Maybe he
should be considering a career in acting instead of
her.

“So we got a deal?” He asked after a few quiet seconds.

“A deal?” Leah asked with a quick shake of her head.
She again ran a hand through her hair asking, “What
deal? You’re blackmailing me.”

“Whatever,” he said with a bored shrug. He nodded at
her saying, “Let me feel your boobs and I’ll make sure
to tell Dad what a great teacher you are.”

Again Leah fought the urge to slap the kid clear into
next week. This kid was going to be one hell of a fiend
when he grew up; if he grew up. She again cast a
hurried glance at the clock vainly hoping that somehow
the remaining hour had magically passed. The only
consolation she could find in the whole thing was that
he was so young. She hoped that he wasn’t too
experienced in sexual matters. But then again with the
kind of devious mind he apparently possessed he could
be quite experienced.

Accepting the sordid fact that she had no real
alternative Leah slowly shook her head. She averted her
eyes as she sat there clearly feeling his horny eyes on
her chest. Keeping her eyes directed to a spot on the
far wall, Leah carefully scooted her chair over so she
was directly in front of him. She clearly heard his
triumphant grunt and from the edge of her vision saw
him shift forward.

“Take your top off,” he told her eagerly.

“Oh no,” Leah said as she brought her eyes to him. She
smiled grimly as she wagged a finger in front of his
face saying, “You said that you wanted to feel my
breasts, you didn’t say anything about me taking off my
blouse. That was our deal.”

Dustin stared at her with a hard glare; she could see
the muscles in his jaw twitch. She wished she could
laugh at the complete lunacy of the whole thing; she
was setting limits on what she was going to submit to
by this sexual manic fourteen year old. After a brief
stare down he apparently decided to not press the
issue. He grimaced slightly and shrugged his shoulders.
Leah sighed softly finding some pleasure in her small
victory; her triumphant feeling was short-lived.

Eagerly Dustin scooted to the edge of his chair and
leaned towards her. Leah again looked away as the young
man reached out and placed his hands firmly on her
boobs. He groaned longingly as he pressed his palms
full against her mounds and his fingers closed about
them. He sat there for a long moment, gripping her
boobs and apparently savoring the feel of them through
her blouse and bra. Leah wondered if this was the first
time the little freak had ever played with a woman’s
breasts; not that it really mattered one way or the
other.

Leah looked at Dustin from the corner of her vision and
not surprisingly saw that his excited eyes were glued
to her chest. She grimaced slightly as he pressed his
fingers into the mass of her boobs, holding them
firmly. After a few seconds of just squeezing her
mounds he began to move his hands side to side. Slowly,
hesitantly he moved her boobs out and then pushed them
together in the center of her chest. He held them
pressed together and rubbed them against each other.
Leah shuddered slightly and closed her eyes as she
heard his nervous quick laugh.

“This is great,” he said in a breathless whisper as he
allow her boobs to settle back to their normal position
on her chest, keeping his hands on them. He moved his
palms to the underside of her ample bust and then
slowly pushed her mounds upward. He held her boobs up
on her chest and roughly moved his hands back and
forth, saying, “Boy you’ve got a great pair of jugs.”

Leah gritted her teeth lightly wondering if the little
jerk was wanting her to thank him for the compliment.
He lessened his pressure on her mounds and allowed them
to heavily sag back down to their proper position. His
hands never left contact with her mounds as soon as
they had settled back he pressed his fingers back into
them. He quickly gripped her boobs, pressing his palms
against them as he did. Leah could feel her mounds
being pressed back against chest; her tit flesh
spilling out the top part of her bra cups. Keeping her
boobs mashed back against her ribs he began to rub them
from side to side, grunting loudly as he did.

Suddenly he pulled his hands from her slightly aching
boobs causing Leah to open her eyes hoping that her
torment was over, and looked at the kid. As she did
Dustin reached out with one hand and hooked his index
finger inside the neckline of her blouse. Leah gasped
loudly and brought a hand to his wrist as he roughly
pulled her neckline down and away from her chest
slightly. She was worried that he would rip her blouse
as she heard the loud rending noise from her blouse as
he pulled the fabric taut.

“Wha…wait a second,” was all she could say as she
leaned forward slightly to prevent him from tearing her
top and ease the pressure it was causing on her neck.

“I wanna see what kind of bra you’re wearing,” he told
her as he came out of his seat. He leaned forward,
forcing Leah to sharply lean her head back so their
heads wouldn’t bump together. She could feel the tip of
his index finger lightly touching her chest, between
her breasts and just below the short strap between the
cups of her bra. She assumed that most of her chest, at
least the middle part of it, was uncovered. She also
feared that her blouse was stretched out but that was
just a minor thing at the moment.

“Ummm yeah that looks great,” he muttered as he hooked
his other finger inside the stretched neckline and drew
it over uncovering more of her chest. He groaned
longingly as he gazed at her chest, saying, “Oh man I
was hoping you’d have on a see through one.”

Leah wondered if she should apologize; she didn’t know
that she was going to let some punk grope her or else
she would have dressed better for it. She guessed that
he had uncovered the upper half of her bra clad
breasts; she was wearing a plain flesh toned bra. She
wanted to ask the jerk if he liked the bra she was
wearing but decided against it.

A little clumsily he sat back down, keeping his fingers
hooked inside the neckline of her top. Once he had
plopped back down he leaned forward again and roughly
thrust his hand inside her top. He grunted as he
grabbed her bra encased boob. She gripped his forearm
with both hands but made no real effort to remove his
hand as he squeezed her boob. She groaned softly as he
mashed her boob, drawing it up her chest slightly as he
did. She shifted slightly as his fingertips dug into
her flesh, luckily the satiny material of her bra cup
shield her tender flesh from his fingernails.

Dustin released her aching boob and slid his hand up
her chest until his palm was pressed against the smooth
skin of her upper chest. He moved his other hand over,
hooking his finger inside the strap of her bra and
pulling it over. He then jammed his other hand into the
cup of her bra, forcing it over as he did. Leah
grimaced as he roughly worked his hand into the cup of
her bra and gripped her boob.

Dustin inhaled sharply when his fingers moved over her
nipple. He giggled softly as he began to firmly rub her
cone of tit flesh with his fingertips. His caress was
rough; not light or gentle at all. Firmly he pressed
his fingers against her boob as he rubbed her nipple
about, groaning hungrily as he did. He stopped his
rubbing and worked his thumb into her bra cup, clamping
her nipple between his thumb and index finger. Leah
inhaled through her nose as he began to pinch her
stiffening nipple. She shuddered and closed her eyes,
partly to try and block out the arousal that was
stirring in her and also to block the sight of the
little punk. He had a smug, triumphant look on his
face; one that Leah would have loved to smack off.

Slowly, steadily he increased the pressure he was
exerting on her turgid nipple. As he did he began to
slowly rotate it back and forth. Leah cursed both him
and her own body when she heard him chuckle softly and
felt her nipple hardening from his action. Apparently
the little deviant knew what it meant when a woman’s
nipples were hard. He continued to tweak her turgid
nipple for a number of seconds before releasing it. He
forced his hand further into her bra cup until his
fingertips were touching the inside edge of the lower
part of her bra cup; he had jammed his whole hand into
her cup. He began to move his hand back and forth
rubbing her nipple against his palm.

“I wanna see your boob,” he eagerly told her. With his
other hand still pulling her neckline down he forced it
even lower, until he had drawn it over and beneath her
breast. As he did he hooked the end of his index finger
inside the cup of her bra and drew that over and down
too. Once he had he gripped her boob and raised it out
of the cup of her bra. Leah wanted to stop him but she
figured he wouldn’t give up and there was little sense
in arguing with the creep.

Dustin released her boob, moving his hand to her
stretched neckline and pulled it over so her boob was
completely uncovered. He sat back slightly and stared
at her bare boob, shaking his head slightly and grunted
approvingly. After a few quiet seconds he gently placed
his index finger on her erect nipple and slowly jiggled
it back and forth. He then slipped his finger off her
nipple and began to slowly, firmly trace the dark puffy
circle that surrounded the base of her nipple.

“Like that?” He asked quietly as he continued to
tenderly trace her areola. Leah still had her eyes
closed and her mouth was partly open. She wanted to
tell him no but she was afraid her words would fail
her; the best she could do was groan softly deep in her
throat. She heard him chuckle softly, an almost
triumphant chuckle, and she sensed that he knew he was
getting her aroused. He continued lightly caressing her
areola, telling her, “Man you really ought to not wear
a bra.”

Leah hastily swallowed and licked her strangely very
dry lips. In a breathless whisper she asked,
“Wh…why?”

“Damn ’cause you have such a great rack!” He responded
almost sounding like he was surprised by her answer. He
shook his head and with a quick nod at her chest said,
“Man you ought to be showing these puppies off more.”

Again the only thing Leah could do was groan deep in
her throat as she sat there rock still, gripping the
edge of the chair she was sitting on. She knew that she
had a nice chest, she really didn’t need this scheming
little kid telling her that and she had no real problem
displaying it, within reason of course. She didn’t want
to admit it but she had decided that if it was
necessary to further her career ambitions she would be
willing to use her body, again within reason. Part of
her pointed out that she had offered to tutor this kid
to try and further her career hopes and this creep was
now enjoying her body to help her. She wasn’t sure if
this was the right thing but she tried to tell herself,
if it helped her get what she wanted then maybe it
wasn’t all that wrong. She just wished she could be
sure that it would help her career dreams.

Leah’s eyes fluttered open as Dustin slid his hand
across her chest, hooking his fingers just underneath
her bra strap and began to pull both the strap and her
blouse over. She knew that her blouse was probably
stretched out since he had already forced it down below
her boob and now was pulling it over to uncover her
other one. As he was drawing her top over he used his
other hand to keep her first boob uncovered. Rather
roughly he forced her top down below her boob; he had
pulled her top down far enough so that both of her
boobs were thrusting out over the neckline.

As he was forcing her blouse open he also pulled the
strap of her bra over, along with the upper part of the
cup of her bra. Leah meekly sat there as he drew her
top open, totally baring her chest. He moved his other
hand and jammed it into the cup of her bra, forcing it
down and gripped her boob. He lifted it out of her bra,
pulling the now empty cup down.

Eagerly Dustin grabbed her blouse, just inside the
neckline and drew it open as far as he could. He had
pulled her top down to below her boobs and over so that
they were totally uncovered. He sat there staring at
her bare chest and grunted approvingly, shaking his
head slowly.

“Sweet,” he said admiringly.

Dustin moved his hands back onto Leah’s now bare boobs;
she shuddered as his hands closed about her mounds. His
manner, compared to just a few seconds ago, almost
seemed tentative. He pressed his hands fully against
her steadily rising and falling boobs but not as
roughly. It was almost as if now that he had them
uncovered he was fearful of hurting them if he was too
rough. Slowly, firmly he moved his hands over her pale
boobs; across the upper gentle swell, along the
outsides of them and then along their full undersides.
He ended his rather gentle sweep at her erect nipples,
rubbing them with his fingertips. He moved his hands to
the outside of Leah’s ample bust and then slowly pushed
them together in the center of her chest.

Leah took a shaky breath as he held her boobs pressed
together and began to slowly rub them against each
other. As he did he pressed his fingers into the milky
white flesh of her boobs. Leah noted that there was a
soft smile on his lips; obviously he was thoroughly
enjoying himself. As he held her boobs together he
moved his thumbs over so he could rub her nipples,
again making her shudder.

Apparently he detected her shiver because he moved his
hot stare from her chest to her face. With an almost
teasing tone he asked, “Like that?”

Leah didn’t trust her words so she simply shook her
head; she had a feeling that he could tell that her
denial was a little forced. If he did or didn’t
obviously didn’t affect his actions. He continued to
push her boobs together and toy with her erect nipples.
He returned his gaze to her mounds, saying, “Man you
have a great rack. This is great.”

Easing his inward push on her boobs Dustin allowed them
to settle back to their normal position. Once they had
he shifted his hands to the underside of them and began
to slowly push them up. Leah glanced down at her chest
as he steadily shoved them up. After he had he asked in
a breathless rush, “Ever licked your own nipples?”

Leah wasn’t sure just how to respond to his crude
question; if she should just answer it or if it was
more of a suggestion. Hastily she just shook her head
no. She didn’t want to tell him that she had had enough
men lick her nipples.

“Try it,” he told her giving her boobs a hard quick
little shove. In an excited whisper he said, “Let me
see you lick your nipples.”

Shuddering and wishing she was in control so she could
refuse his disgusting request Leah closed her eyes. She
bent her head forward as far as she could. As she did
she could clearly hear the boy’s excited breathing. He
gripped her boobs a little firmer and even forced them
a little higher up on her chest as if trying to assist
her. She felt her lips touch her turgid nipple and
quickly she kissed the end of it. Without really
pausing to think she stuck her tongue out and ran it
over her erect nipple. She didn’t want to admit it, at
least not the little jerk, but it was rather exciting.

Without being told to she moved her head over and
repeated her efforts on her other nipple and then
raised her head, letting it roll back to relieve some
of the kinks that had formed. As she did Dustin allowed
her boobs to settle heavily back down on her chest.

“My turn,” he eagerly said as she slowly rolled her
head.

Before she could react he leaned forward, still
gripping her boobs tightly. Leah bent her head forward
and watched as the youth pressed his face to her boob.
He opened his mouth wide and pressed it firmly against
her boob, almost as if he wanted to try and stuff her
big boob completely into his mouth. She wanted to
proudly assure him that his mouth wasn’t big enough to
take all of her boob; despite how big his mouth may be.

Hungrily he nuzzled on her boob, jamming his tongue
against it as he did. She just hoped he wouldn’t leave
a mark; she didn’t want to have to try and explain how
she got a hicky on her boob.

After noisily sucking on her boob he quickly shifted to
her other and repeated his efforts. Leah shivered as
the air from the room washed over her wet nipple making
it even a little harder. After nuzzling on her other
tit for a few seconds he pulled his mouth away. Before
he straightened he gave her nipple a hard kiss.

“Satisfied?” Leah asked after he had sat back but
keeping his hands on her boobs.

“I guess so,” he said with a casual shrug but
maintaining his hand placement.

Finally finding some resolve Leah reached up and moved
his hands from her aching and tingling mounds. After
she had she hastily moved the straps of her bra back up
onto her shoulders and adjusted the cups of her bra so
they once more covered her boobs. She then fixed her
top as best she could; she had been right, it had been
stretched out severely. Her blouse now loosely hung
down so the, what had been a modest neckline, now
dropped to just a little above her nipple line. The
upper part of her chest was quite visible, along with
the upper half of her bra covered boobs. She would
obviously have to change tops before his father
arrived.

“We need to get back to work,” Leah said in a weak
tone. She glanced over at the clock, dismayed to see
that there was still close to forty-five minutes left.
She silently prayed that his father would be early in
picking him up real early.

“I’ve got an idea,” Dustin said as they moved their
chairs back near the table.

“And what’s that?” Leah asked.

Reaching out he placed his hand on her boob, giving it
a quick squeeze and saying, “If I improve my grades you
let me play with these again.”

Leah carefully moved his hand away, saying, “We’ll
see.”

“He raised his grades to a B Leah,” Dustin’s father
said proudly. He was grinning broadly as he stood in
his office his arm around his young son’s shoulders. He
shook his head as he looked at Leah saying, “I didn’t
think it was possible but you really helped him out.
How in the world did you do it?”

“Oh well,” Leah said with a quick shake of her head.
She glanced at the young man and wasn’t too surprised
to see that he was eyeing her bust. She glanced back at
his father saying, “He’s really a very smart kid. He
just needed some motivation.”

Dustin moved his eyes from her chest to her face and
gave her a knowing smile, which she quickly returned.
His father laughed and patted his son on the back
saying, “Well I guess you knew what it was to get him
to buckle down.”

“Yeah she’s a great teacher Dad,” Dustin said quickly.

“Well she must be,” he said shaking his head. He
glanced at the two as he said, “And I understand you’ve
agreed to help tutor him through the summer now too?”

“Sure,” Leah said with a nod. She glanced at Dustin
adding, “If that’s okay?”

“It sure is.”