1 comments/ 7555 views/ 1 favorites She Gets What She Wants Ch. 02 By: fungirl92 A few days later, Bitsy couldn't help but grin over her success. Friday, the day of seduction, had gone as smoothly as she could have hoped, without any major hiccups. Afterwards, of course, Mr. Gellar was, as to be expected, a little thrown off. His repetitive questions of "What were you thinking," "What was I thinking," were intermixed with exclamations like "I'm fucked!" and "This can never happen again." But Bitsy wasn't going to let his predictable reaction stop her from having the best sex she's ever had again. Shit, she could barely stand after the pounding he gave her. She had never felt to satisfied in her entire life - not that she had been having sex for all that long, mind you. But even at the age of 18, Bitsy recognized the difference between common sex and explosive sex. And what had happened with Mr. Gellar... Well, she didn't want to have it again. She needed it. She craved it. By the time Monday rolls around, Bitsy was ready for fireworks. She was so ready, in fact, that she couldn't wait til after class. The minute the lunch bell rang, she strutted towards Mr. Gellar's classroom, knowing he usually took lunch in his classroom in case he needed to help a student with any questions they might have. His door was open, and she peeked inside, making sure there were no other students, and the sight that greeted her drew her up short. There, sitting on Mr. Gellar's desk, was a woman in a business skirt and jacket, sitting on his desk, while he stood in front of her, kissing her, in much the same fashion that he had kissed Bitsy the Friday before. Mr. Gellar drew back from the kiss enough to smile at the woman in front of him and say "I missed you, Kerri." Bitsy scowled, while backing out of the door so she didn't disturb the reunited couple. Kerri was Mr. Gellar's fiancé, whom he mentioned every now and then during class. As Bitsy walked away - and she's very proud to say she was simply WALKING, not STORMING - she mentally cracked her knuckles. Fine. This would put a small wrench in her plans. No big deal. A little ole' competition never hurt anyone. And fuck, competition made it that much more challenging, and Bitsy could never say no to a challenge. However, Bitsy's body had been prepared for sex. Bitsy could still feel the wetness in her panties every time she walked. And her nipples were rubbing against their confinement in her bra, making it very hard for Bitsy to think about anything but sex. Every step Bitsy took brought her that much closer to major torment. It made it harder and harder for her to not moan when her breasts bounced. So instead of heading to the cafeteria, Bitsy headed to the west end of the high school, where she knew a bathroom that was hardly ever frequented because hardly any of the toilets worked. Bitsy didn't need a working toilet. She needed privacy. She walked right in, and luckily, noticed the lock that was on the door, and locked it behind her to ensure privacy. She went into a stall, sat on the toilet, and wasted no time in pulling up her skirt - she had worn a short, flowy red skirt for easy access for her sexcapade with Mr. Gellar, but it still provided the easy access she would need for her solo sexcapade. Bitsy slid her hand into her little white panties and could barely contain the whimper of joy that arose from her throat when her finger slipped by her clit. Her other hand immediately went under her tight t-shirt and under her bra, so she could better access at least one of her nipples to pinch and roll between her fingers. Now that she was settled, she let her imagination run wild. In her fantasy, she had forgotten to lock the bathroom door, and she wasn't in the girl's bathroom, she was actually in the men's. She slipped two fingers inside her wet cunt and moaned aloud at the contact, and in her fantasy, the door opened right as she moaned. "Hello?" it was Mr. Gellar's voice on the other side of the stall. "Is someone in there?" The stall door magically flew open, and there was Bitsy, with her fingers down her panties, and Bitsy imagined the raw lust flashing in his eyes before he would protest a little more, even in Bitsy's fantasy. She would take her fingers out of her panties, suck on one of her fingers, and hold out another one for Mr. Gellar. "I taste so good, Mr. Gellar," she would say in her best little girl voice. "Don't you want to try?" He would back up against the wall as Bitsy advanced, holding his hands up as she crowded him, but he wouldn't try to stop her hand as she held it up to his mouth and slid one of her wet fingers into his mouth. Bitsy was humping her fingers, now four of them inside her pussy, her thumb working her clit, and her fingers pulling on her nipple, as she imagined the change in Mr. Gellar, just like the first time, when he finally would let lust rein his actions. "Oh, fuck," she whined as the images assailed her. Mr. Gellar ripping her shirt off and opening the front clasp of her bra, Mr. Gellar turning them around so her back was against the wall, Mr. Gellar hoisting her up and having her legs wrap around his waist as he humped her against the wall. She was so close, she was straining against her hand, desperate to reach that climax; the image that sent her flying over the edge was Mr. Gellar, not even bothering to take off his pants, just opening his zipper and bringing his cock out, before he held her panties to one side and thrust his dick into Bitsy's fuck hole. As she came, she brought her hand from her breast to her mouth to muffle her screams, just in case some teachers were bringing their lunches back to their classrooms. After a few seconds of recuperating, Bitsy stood up, put herself back to rights, and walked out the stall. She washed her hands calmly, and though she looked flushed, she decided it wasn't really obvious what she'd been doing. She unlocked the bathroom door, and started walking down the hallway. As she was about to pass Mr. Gellar's room on the way to the library, where she spent most of her lunches, his door was closed. Bitsy frowned at it, slowing as she came upon it. Then an idea took ahold of her, and she couldn't shake it. She walked over to the door, knocked, and no one answered. She tired the knob, and as it turned in her hand, the door opened, and Bitsy slipped inside. Mr. Gellar, and his fiancé, were nowhere in sight, and since there was just the classroom, no closets or anything, Bitsy concluded they must have went to lunch together. So Bitsy crept over to Mr. Gellar's desk, flipped up her skirt one more time, slid her panties off, and opened the top draw of Mr. Gellar's desk to slip them inside. She spotted some post-it notes on his desk, and left a note with her panties that said "Thinking of you. Signed, B." Grinning, she walked, pantiless, from the room. She Gets What She Wants Ch. 03 Rod was frustrated. Not only was he frustrated, he was mad. He was mad, and frustrated, and horny, and it was not his beautiful fiancé to blame. It was his student, Bitsy. He had found her panties in his desk when he had come back from lunch with Sarah, his fiancé, that Friday. Luckily, Sarah hadn't come back inside, she just dropped him off with barely a goodbye kiss. The minute he opened his drawer to pull out his planner, he spotted them; they were a mint green lace bikini cut pair with a wet crotch, and he knew they were from. Without even pausing to think, he picked up the panties and brought them to his nose and inhaled. Fuck, her pussy smelled edible. His cock twitched in his pants and he groaned, thinking this was the last thing he needed, with class starting in 10 minutes. He glanced down at the note she left with the panties and winced as the knowledge of her thinking of him while getting her panties as wet as these were made him hornier. And from there, the torture just kept getting worse. During the week, whenever he opened his drawer, he found a new picture of her, either nude or practically nude. He discovered the first one as he was grabbing chalk to write something on the board for his first class. He stumbled over his words a little, and the color rose in his cheeks, but he was proud to be able to say that his cock made no appearance. Monday's picture, which he examined in close detail later, was her, in a red lace thong, bending over her bed, while she pulled the thong to the side to reveal her snatch. Which he already knew was tight, hot, wet... and fit his cock like a fucking glove. During class that day, she made sure to bend over twice in front of him. Her ass was encased in short jean shorts that were surely against the dress code, because he was almost positive he caught a glimpse of the edge of her panties. Tuesday, he made sure to get to class early enough to where there were no students waiting outside his classroom. He waited a few minutes, then opened his drawer to see if there was a dirty photo for him that day. Surprise, there was! it was her cupping her breasts for the camera, with one of her nipples being pinched by her fingers. During class that day, he couldn't tell if she had opted for no bra or just a demi-bra, but her nipples were definitely showing through her tight t-shirt. When Wednesday arrived, Rod felt an odd sense of keen disappointment when he found no picture from her. Nor was there any behavior from her during class. However, the Thursday one seemed to make up for it. She was on top of a desk (certainly not his; it looked like it was situated in possibly her bedroom), her legs splayed wide, one of her hands spreading her pussy, the other pushing a flesh colored dildo into her cunt. She was obscenely wet, the juices from her pussy making a giant puddle on the desk in front of her. During class, she flashed him a glimpse of her bare pussy. 'She isn't wearing panties' basically repeated itself over and over in Rod's head during the rest of the class period. After class was over, she slipped a note onto his desk and walked out of the classroom nonchalantly. Rod was embarrassed to admit to himself how quickly he tore open that note. His cock was definitely halfway hard, which he did not admit to himself. Her note read: My dildo didn't quite fill me up as well as you did, Mr. Gellar. I'm ready for another hard ride, if you are. Same time, same place. Short, sweet, and oh, so fucking tempting. It didn't help that every night, he would think about that day he had fucked her, and fucked her good. Sarah lived in a different town, so that one day he saw her for lunch didn't quench his need for sex. So every night, he would cum in his hand, looking at Bitsy or thinking about Bitsy or wrapping Bitsy's panties (fuck yes, he kept those) around his dick and coming on them. Thursday night was no different. So by the time Friday rolled around, Rod was tired of his hand. He wanted something warm, wet, tight, around his poor, unused cock. And Bitsy was so willing, in fact, demanding, to help him slake his lust. And if he was completely honest with himself, it was her body he was craving, not his fiancé's. She was so forceful in her demands, so sure of what she wanted, so determined to take what she wanted... it was a turn on. But no. He couldn't let it happen again. He would be in enough trouble as it is if anyone found out. And he could plead a pretty good case for coercion the first time around. But if he knowingly continued an affair with a student... Nope. No, wasn't going to happen again. Rod forced his randy cock to chill the fuck out, because he would not let it happen. He strode to his classroom, a determined bounce to his step, opened the door, and swept inside, turning the lights on as he went. He walked to his desk, set his briefcase down on the floor by it, grabbed some chalk from his drawer and wrote today's assignment on the board: Watch movie and take notes. The teenagers would be happy and mad at the same time, something about teaching he loved. He waited until the students swarmed in, took role, then turned off the lights and sat at his desk, with the TV slightly in front of his desk off to the right. He turned on a soft desk lamp, grabbed the papers he had put in his briefcase and set them on the desk before reaching for a pencil. As he stretched, he suddenly felt a strange pressure on his legs, pushing them apart. Startled, he scooted back a little as hands reached for the zipper on his pants. Bitsy's eyes glinted as they met his, right before she pulled out his cock and pulled on his legs to get his chair back under his desk. Rod bit off a curse. He was trying to think of his options from here, and there weren't very many. He could either make a scene and kick Bitsy out, which would be in no one's best interests, he could try to quietly leave his desk, which might also cause a disruption as Bitsy had quite a grip on his legs, and - He couldn't think of any more alternatives. Bitsy's mouth had wrapped around his cock and Rod's brain flew out of his head. It took all of his concentration to keep his mouth tightly shut while Bitsy worked her magic. And what magic it was. Bitsy hadn't pussied around with his cock, she had wrapped her lips around the head and started slowly sliding her mouth downwards on his cock, sucking in a gentle rhythm as she went. Her hands released his legs and one went up to reach under his cock to fondle his balls inside his pants, and he couldn't be sure about the other hand, but if he had to hazard a guess, he'd bet on inside her panties. If she was wearing any. Bitsy worked her way back up his cock, before coming back to just having the tip in her her mouth, and her suction got stronger, before she licked the drip of fluid that had leaked from his cock. He felt her breath against his cock before her lips were sliding down the side of his cock, and she was licking and nibbling her way down one side. Then she went up, doing the same, before stuffing him back in her throat again. His cock touched the back of her throat and she gagged slightly and quietly, making him swell even more. But just in case her gagging wasn't silent enough, Rod reached for the remote and turned the volume up on the movie, just in case. And that's when she started humming. He couldn't be sure if it was humming, or moaning, or what, but it was vibrations on his cock while he was basically down her throat, and it was so fucking hot he almost came right then. But she backed off before he could. She wrapped the hand that had been playing with his sac around his wet dick and started jerking him off as she shifted to get closer. The next time her mouth went down on him, he knew it was just about time. He had an entire class sitting in front of him, not looking at him, but they could just as easily glance over and see his jaw glanced shut, his eyes squeezed shut as well, and his head almost thrown back in euphoria. It was so risky, which made it so goddamn hot, the thought of getting caught... Finally, she coaxed his cum out of his dick by forcing his cock deep down her throat, where her lips were almost wrapped around the base of his cock. He bit his tongue so hard he was almost sure he tasted blood to keep from shouting his pleasure. She took his cum greedily, almost slurping too loudly as she pulled up off his cock. The movie ended conveniently at the same time, and he turned it off with his remote, dismissing his class without moving from his seat as Bitsy tucked his cock back into his pants. He waited before all the students were out and then scooted back, glaring at the head the poked its way out. An impish grin was on her face, as well as a dollop of his cum by the side of her mouth. "What the fuck were you thinking?" he almost yelled as his hand moved to remove the cum on her face. Wiping it away with his thumb, he showed her, giving her a pointed glare, seeming to imply 'You can't go around school with cum on your face.' To his surprise and unwilling delight, she caught his thumb in her mouth and licked at the cum he swiped, moaning and closing her eyes in appreciation as she swallowed the last drop of his cum. "I was thinking that I wanted you too much to give you a chance to say no," she saucily replied, winking, before striding to the door. She waved her fingers at him before walking out the door.