1 comments/ 45187 views/ 10 favorites Anna Gets It By: queen_guenevere Mr. Clayton was the youngest teacher at her high school, at 26. He was a math teacher as well as the soccer coach, and with good looks and a cocky smile, he was very popular amongst the students. His light green eyes and dark brown hair, and white even teeth enticed many females. Even through his formal school clothes it was obvious he had a soccer player's body. His smile was always somewhere in between a smirk and a grin, and he spent a lot of the period flirting gently with the girls and laughing with everyone. Anna was a pretty girl herself. 18 years old, with long brown hair and brown eyes, she was 5'5 and curvy all over, her firm young body well toned. Her tits were full and firm- not too big but not too small. At school she was relatively popular, and never without a group of friends. When she got her schedule for senior year, she was delighted to find that Mr. Clayton was her Calculus teacher. She knew that this year was her last chance to get him, and she intended to do it. On the first morning of school Anna picked out her clothes carefully. She wanted to make Mr. Clayton's mouth drop. After a few minutes she chose a short black skirt and a pink tank top. She knew that the skirt was pushing the school dress-code, but she just thought to herself, fuck it. Her tan from the summer was still in place, and she knew she looked great. When third period rolled around, Anna tried to calm her nerves before entering Mr. Clayton's classroom. She walked in talking and laughing with her best friend, Ella. Mr. Clayton was standing by his desk greeting everyone, and when his gaze fell on Anna he looked her up and down, his eyes lingering on her well displayed chest. Anna tingled when she felt his eyes on her and felt heat spread through her pussy. "Hey, Anna, you're back," Mr. Clayton said, reaching out and grabbing her arm to pause her on her way to her seat. "Yeah, I'm back," Anna replied, looking him in the eye and smiling. Her skin was burning where his hand had touched her skin. He grinned at her and she found her seat, a smile lingering on her lips. Throughout the class period, as Mr. Clayton passed out the usual forms and talked about what the class would do that year, his eyes kept meeting Anna's and then sliding away. Watching him, his hands, his mouth, his tall body, was driving Anna crazy. All she wanted to do was get home and get herself off, over and over again. Over the next month Anna and Mr. Clayton continued to flirt in class, so much so that even Anna's friends started mentioning it to her. But Anna would say nothing, just smile and brush it off. She of course knew exactly what she was doing. Unfortunately, she had spent so much time in class with her mind in other places, that when she got her first test back in September it was an unpleasant surprise. A red "60" was circled at the top of her paper. "Oh, fuck," she muttered when Mr. Clayton put the paper on her desk. "Hey, it's okay," Mr. Clayton said, stopping at the sight of her sad face, "Just come in and take the re-take sometime after school." "Okay, I will." Anna said softly, looking up at Mr. Clayton, their eyes locking. It wasn't until someone asked Mr. Clayton for their test that he and Anna broke eye contact. At the end of the period, Anna set the day of the re-take for Friday after school. She knew that this was her big chance. Throughout the rest of the week, Friday seemed a million miles away. Her sexual frustration was almost unbearable. She would come home with an ache between her legs that took an hour of masturbating to relieve. During Mr. C's class she got so wet she could literally feel her panties getting damp. Friday morning finally arrived. Anna put on a skirt, as short as the one she had teased Mr. Clayton with the first day of school, but white. She wore a tight, button up red shirt and a black lace bra that made her tits look irresistible. Her panties were plain white cotton, so it would be obvious to Mr. Clayton how wet she was when he finally saw her pussy. Anna shivered just thinking about it. After an agonizingly long day, Anna found herself walking towards Mr. Clayton's room, through the deserted hallways. She knocked on the door and opened it softly. "Hey Anna, come in. I'm just looking over this game schedule here," Mr. C said, his feet up on the desk. "Well I hope I'm not bothering you," she teased him. He smiled and beckoned her over to him. "Do you want to go over this stuff first?" he asked her. "Yeah, that would be great," she said, sitting on the desk next to his feet. She felt his eyes on her legs as her skirt moved up her thighs when she sat. They started looking over the math, the math that Anna couldn't give a shit about. She stared at his big hands moving over the paper, and was so wrapped up in her own fantasies, that she didn't hear him saying her name at first. "Anna? Anna? Are you there..." Mr. Clayton said, stopping and looking at her. "I'm sorry Mr. C, it's just so hard to focus on this math, I'm just so, I'm so attracted to you, I'm so hot for you," Anna blurted out, before her mind could even really register what she was saying. After the words were out of her mouth she gasped, and having completely lost her nerve, she made for the door fast. "Wait, Anna," Mr. Clayton said, catching up with her and stopping her. "Anna, do you think I'm not attracted to you too? Do you know how hard it is to teach and be ethical when you wear stuff like this and flirt with me everyday? I know it's wrong, but I can't help it." "Well," Anna said, getting her nerve back some, "it's not wrong if we both want it. I'm 18, Mr. Clayton. And it's not like I'm going to tell anyone." They looked at each other for a moment before Mr. Clayton reached behind her, pushed the door closed, and locked it. Suddenly overcome with an overwhelming desire to rip her clothes off, Mr. Clayton pulled Anna towards him roughly and kissed her hard, his hands roaming all over her body. Anna felt like she was dreaming, but the burning in her pussy was definitely real. When his hand moved up her thigh and over her panties, Anna moaned into his mouth. "Is this what you want?" he asked, his eyes dark with lust, moving his fingers hard against her pussy. "Ohh, yes," she moaned. He moved her over to his desk and sat her on the edge. She spread her long legs open, her flip flops falling off her feet. His eyes fell on her damp white panties and he pulled them off in one quick movement, exposing her shaved, smoothed pussy. Anna was trembling somewhat nervous that her fantasy was finally being lived out. Her legs were spread open, looking at Mr. Clayton while he eyed her wet pussy. In one quick movement he pushed two fingers into her hot, tight cunt. Anna's body tensed and she threw her head back as he started pumping her pussy hard, curling his fingers up to hit her g-spot. Her moans grew progressively louder as he moved her body with his hand, moving his fingers in and out, swirling them. He felt like another person, completely out of control, only wanting to see this hot young student of his come on his hand. Anna whimpered and groaned loudly when he used his thumb to rub her clit roughly, her pussy getting wetter and wetter as she got closer to coming. With his free hand Mr. Clayton pulled off her button up shirt, the buttons unsnapping loudly as he threw it to the ground. He groaned at the sight of her tits and finger fucked her harder, pushing her over the edge. Her pussy clamped down around his fingers as she half-screamed, half-moaned, grabbing his hand. Her orgasm washed over her, and Mr. Clayton watched, still thrusting his thick fingers in her, his already hard cock throbbing as she came, digging her nails into him. When she came down from her orgasm she scrambled towards him, still catching her breath. She was desperate to get to his cock, to see what she had fantasized over for so long. When his pants and boxers fell to the floor she gasped, seeing his huge erection. Immediately she covered the head of his hot cock with her mouth, sucking hard and tasting his pre-cum. He reached down to play with her tits while she sucked him, taking more and more into her mouth. The part she couldn't take she wrapped her hand around and moved her hand in time with her mouth, sucking, licking, insane with desire for him. He groaned deeply and she sucked harder in response, the head of his cock hitting where her tonsils used to be. She pulled her mouth away and just sucked on the head, jacking him fast with her hand. Suddenly she felt his hand on the back of her head, pushing her forward, forcing more of his cock into her mouth. Anna loved this and moaned into his cock while he squeezed her nipples. Mr. Clayton started fucking her mouth with his cock, moving in and out while she sucked for all she was worth. She was determined to suck him until he came all over her mouth. When Anna reached forward with her hand and rubbed his balls, he lost it and squeezed her tits hard while he squirted into his mouth, grunting loudly and tossing his head back. Anna swallowed wildly, the hot cum hitting the back of her throat, sucking all of it down, loving the taste of his cum. He continued fucking her mouth until he was done coming. He pulled out of Anna's mouth and watched her lick her lips, getting all the last traces of his cum and swallowing them down. "Do you like that Anna?" Mr. C asked, still out of breath, but still hard too. She nodded and looked into his eyes. He moved towards her and pushed her down onto his desk again, so she was lying on her back. He pushed her skirt up around her hips and spread her legs wide, her pink wet pussy spread in front of him. Instead of attacking her waiting pussy right away, he moved up her body, kissing her neck, sucking her nipples hard and biting them gently so she squirmed and whimpered. He finally made his way back down to her pussy and slowly let his tongue move over her clit. She gasped and arched her back, wanting more. In one quick movement he started to suck on her clit, licking it and sucking it at the same time, with one finger inside her pussy rubbing her swollen g-spot. Anna knew she needed to keep her noise down, but she had no control, his mouth on her pussy felt too good for words, and she moaned loudly and constantly as he sucked her sensitive little clit, driving her crazy. There was no getting out of breath for him, and he kept going, rubbing her clit hard with his tongue, tasting her, fingering her, listening to her lose control underneath him. He reached up with one hand and tweaked her nipples fiercely, making her cry out even louder, moving her hips up towards him, grabbing wildly at his shoulders. His finger moved harder and faster still in her pussy, his tongue was unrelentless, and Anna came, her screams filling the room, her body convulsing on the desk. Mr. Clayton's cock was pulsing again, so he stood up and flipped her over, pushing her skirt up further, leaning her against his desk, her stomach and tits resting on the desk and her ass in the air. He pushed her hair off her neck and kissed the back of her neck roughly as he thrust into her in one quick movement. She called out loudly, moving her ass back to meet him as he started pounding her pussy hard, grabbing onto her ass. Anna was in ectasy, the head of his cock hitting her g-spot over and over again and she came almost immediately, tightening around his cock, making him fuck her harder. Her ass was turning red from where their bodies kept slamming together, and her moans were egging him on. When they got quieter he fucked her harder, wanting to hear her scream again. When he reached around to rub her clit Anna's legs almost gave out as she came again, with his cock pounding in and out of her rapidly. His deep groans became more frequent as Anna came around his cock, first once, then twice, screaming and gasping for breath, practically crying for more. Mr. Clayton was out of his mind fucking Anna, his hands on her hips, grasping them hard. He stopped only to pull his shirt off, as he was covered in sweat, and Anna too. He was losing control, Anna's whimpers and moans, her tight, wet pussy around his cock milking him. When she came again trembling and flushed all over, crying out and grabbing onto the desk, Mr. Clayton came too, exploding inside of Anna's tight, convulsing pussy. He struggled for breath as he fucked her through his orgasm and then collapsed on his chair behind him. Anna stood up, completely exhausted, her skirt still up around her hips, the rest of her clothes on the floor. Mr. Clayton pulled her onto his lap, and kissed her softly, feeling her curvy body. After a few minutes of resting and catching their breath they stood up and dressed. "I'll give you a ride home, okay?" Mr. Clayton said as he tucked his shirt back in. "Okay," Anna smiled. They left the classroom together, ignoring the stares of some very curious janitors. Anna Gets Punished *** Please feel free to give feedback as it does shape my projects and lets me know that the work is appreciated. Thanks for reading! *** Anna always had gorgeous hair. She was a perfect brunette, slightly curly, and her hair had always been long as far back as she could remember. She hated cutting her hair because it always turned out horribly, no one ever knew what they were doing. So she would trim it herself once in awhile but she kept it long all the time. She had just finished cutting it one morning and went to check her email before work when a message popped up from a friend of hers. Well, he was more than a friend, really, but her husband didn’t know that. “Let’s meet today. At our hotel. I can’t stop thinking about you.” Reading those words suddenly made her pussy start to flow. Anna knew what would happen if they got together, she would fuck him until neither one of them could move. She had been so horny lately that she barely needed to consider it before hitting reply to say that she’d be there in 1 hour. She then rushed back to throw on a sexy outfit of garters and heels under a tight dress that accentuated her lovely curves. She burst out the door with her purse in one hand and her keys in the other, almost tripping down her few stairs as she got in her car and peeled away. The radio was blasting some tune about “Rough Sex” which just made her ache a little bit more. At a stop light she reached one of her hands in to feel her nipples. The were rock hard already and she gave them a little pinch in anticipation of the day ahead of her. She hadn’t noticed that the people in the car next to her were watching as she touched herself but they were an old married couple. The man grinned and the woman slapped him. As the light turned green, Anna floored the gas and took off like a bat out of hell. She wanted sex and she wanted it now. She pulled into the hotel and immediately noticed his truck parked at room 8. She parked right next to him and slowly got out of the car, looking around. At this point she started to get nervous but it only excited her even more. She stepped toward the door and took a long deep breath before knocking. The door opened to darkness inside, she stepped in and her hands were immediately grabbed as the door slammed shut behind her. Instinctively she let out a squeal in protest but her mouth was immediately covered by an invading mouth and she was being kissed roughly as her hands here held behind her. She dropped her purse and keys and shuddered as her hands were held tight behind her. The kiss ended and she was led to a corner of the post bed where her hands were lifted and tied at the top of the post. She struggled at her bonds to test them but she was tied very tight and the ties would not give at all. Without warning her dress was torn open in the front, revealing her heaving chest and stomach. She jumped when this happened, very startled, and realized that she was now tied up and could do nothing about this. She felt hands pushing the dress aside and unhooking her bra and she felt a soft breath on her ear as this happened. She was frozen where she was at, so nervous and hot that she didn’t know exactly what to do. A mouth was applied to one of her nipples then and she cried out in surprise. The cry turned into a long deep moan as her pussy began to flow. The mouth tongued her nipple up and down, back and forth and sucked it hard before gently biting it, forcing Anna to cry out again. Her other nipple was then given the same treatment but was bitten a little harder this time. She felt a hand reach into her panties and stroke lightly against her pussy lips. She was soaking wet and shuddered hard as the fingers stroked against her clit. She then felt another hand grab a handful of her precious brown hair and yank her head backward, hard. She felt the breath on her ear again but the grip on her hair did not let up. Her pussy was on fire as it was continually stroked by the groping hand. Finally, his voice was heard against her ear. “You’ve been a bad girl. You need to be punished, don’t you?” She moaned at those words. “Oh yes, I’ve been bad. I’ve been thinking about you when I shouldn’t have been. I’ve been touching myself all the time and wanting it to be you. Punish me, please…” She didn’t see it in the darkness but a grin crossed his face. So many times he had fantasized about this moment, to have her completely under his control and willing to do anything for him. He released his grip on her hair and untied her wrists, letting her slump onto her knees on the floor. He stood in front of her and tilted her chin up at him with one hand. “Take my cock out and suck on it. Now.” Her eyes grew wide and she did as she was told. She reached up and unzipped his pants, pulling them down with his boxers to reveal his raging hard shaft. She felt the length with one hand while he stepped out of his clothes. She stroked it gently and licked her lips, wanting it so bad. “I said suck it, bitch!” She felt a hand on each side of her head suddenly pull her toward his cock and all she could do was open her mouth and take it in. Her tongue brushed against the bottom as the entire length of his cock invaded her mouth and pressed lightly against her throat. Amazingly, she did not gag at this but her pussy got even wetter at this treatment. His hands were holding her head while his hips moved, effectively fucking her mouth. She reached on of her hands down inside her panties to rub her clit while he forced her to suck on his dick. Suddenly he took one of his hands off and applied the other to her hair. He grabbed a handful of hair at the back of her head and used that grip to move her head back and forth on his cock. She started to cum when he pulled her hair, her pussy juices dripped out against her soaking panties as he continued to slide her mouth onto him. She moaned around his cock until he couldn’t take it anymore. With one last pull of her hair he left only the head of his cock in her mouth as he began to moan and spray is cum against her throat. He pulsed over and over again into her mouth and she could not move. “Swallow it, you fucking slut.” She moaned her ascension and did as she was told. The hot cum slid down her throat as he released his grip on her hair. She applied a hand to his cock and gave him a few last strokes to make sure she got all of the cum out of him. She made him moan a bit this time but if she was going to be a slut then she was going to be his slut and she wasn’t going to play it easy. She wanted it all and this was just the beginning. Anna Gets Wet Anna slithered onto her sofa in a happy heap of woman and cushions. She didn't meet up with old friends often any more, but this had been an evening of wine, good food...and more wine. She lay there, enjoying taking the weight off her heels. Then, with some effort, she sat up and went through to the bedroom. She paused to admire herself in the mirror, pulling in her flat stomach even further and turning to see herself from behind. She'd taken a risk – not wanting her panty line on show, she'd decided to go without knickers altogether, and this had played on her mind deliciously all evening. She slipped on her nightdress. "Shoes," she mumbled, perching on the edge of the bed. She leant forward to undo them, then decided they were far too complicated. In stilettos and slip, she made her way to the bathroom, checking herself out again in the mirror as she went. As she leant forward to brush her teeth, she turned the tap – which came straight off in her hand. Freezing water burst from the pipe, over her breasts, pouring through the silky nightdress and down her thighs. She shrieked, and as the water showed no sign of stopping, continued to shriek, using her hands to try and hold the flow but only soaking herself further. Suddenly, her doorbell rang. Insistently. Running one hand through her hair, she threw the door open and announced, "The water's come off!" Anna had expected to see her landlord at the door, but there stood a young man – dark, stubbly, and naked save his pyjama bottoms. He smiled apologetically. "So you're Mr Pritchard?" he said. Confused, she looked at him, then over her shoulder. He pointed to the nameplate. "I've been trying to work out who lives here, but I have to admit, this isn't quite what I pictured." As he said this, he tried not to look at her too closely. The water had left the nightdress totally transparent, giving him a clear view of her pert pink nipples, stiff from the cold, and it clung to her stomach and hips in way he found impossible to ignore. He felt himself harden. She stepped back. "You'd probably better come in." It only took him a few minutes to put the water off, with Anna hovering awkwardly. "Is there any way I can thank you?" she asked tentatively. The words hung in the air, but he looked rueful. "I've got a very early start. How about I come round tomorrow? Have a drink, get to know each other?" "Get to know each other, " she repeated. Definitely. The next evening, several hours and a few beers later, Anna and Chris had moved from the table to the sofa, and by now were lying just millimetres apart. "So," said Chris. "About last night...you know, I was wondering if maybe we could stage a reconstruction." He twirled a strand of her dark hair between his fingers, and she smiled mischievously. "I'd have to go and get the..." "Without the nightie." Electricity surged through her, and she suddenly found herself wet and breathless. He leant to kiss her, then in one smooth movement, swept her dress over her head. She wore nothing underneath, and he worked his way from her lips, down the curve of her shoulder, to focus his attention on her unexpectedly large breasts. He swirled his tongue around one of the pink nipples that had so turned him on the night before, then used his teeth, first gently, biting harder as she moaned. Barely stopping, he removed his clothes, kissing his way down her stomach, skipping past her slick pussy and running his tongue back up her smooth inner thigh. She gasped aloud as he began to delicately circle her clit. A broad stroke across her slit and the gasp became a groan. He stopped to look at her, her legs spread wide as she lay back, tanned and firm. He couldn't wait any longer. Standing, he carried her from the sofa, her long legs wrapped around him, grinding herself against his hip while his cock pressed tantalisingly against her. Using one hand to turn on the water, he stepped into the shower, pushing her roughly up against the wall. He kissed her deeply, still tasting of her, thrusting himself into her, his hands on her buttocks. Her panting turned to a cry, spurring him on as he pushed into her, faster, harder, willing her to come. Her pussy was hot and tight, pulling him in. She ran her nails down his back, drawing him closer, wanting his cock to fill her completely. Her cries grew louder, and he felt her muscles clench around him in spasm, an almost unbearable sensation. His orgasm rose inside him but he pushed it back, enjoying the ripple inside her clutching his shaft. As she came, he turned her round, forcing her to brace herself against the shower wall. He massaged her nipples, pulling her hips towards him, admiring the view as the water bounced off her tight buttocks. She had quietened through this, but as he began to pound her once more, her moaning escalated, echoing off the tiles. He grabbed her hair, pulling her head to one side, making her watch their reflection as their wet bodies slid up against each other. Her pussy was fluttering again, one of her hands crept to play with her clit and he knew she was about to come for the second time. This time, he held nothing back. Thrusting his full length into her, they came almost simultaneously, heat pulsing from his cock and radiating through him, her body shuddering against him, prolonging the waves of orgasm crashing over them both. He wrapped his arms around her, wanting to hold onto the feeling. After a few seconds, she stepped out of his grasp and handed him a towel, a hint of a grin playing across her face. "Welcome to the neighbourhood, I guess."