Brittany's Extra Credit Assignment WIP

Brittany couldn't believe she was doing this. Failing tests was nothing new for her, but lucky for her this new teacher, Mr Anon, was lenient enough to fudge her grades a bit by letting her get “extra credit” or “redo her tests” in class, after school when everyone had left. Too bad the guy was a total sleezebag, who wouldn't accept the cash payoffs the last teacher took, and always just wanted her to do gross stuff. At first it was just things like lifting up her shirt or skirt for him, but the last time he wanted to feel her up. And now he was asking for something called a “thigh job” whatever that was. It sucked, but it was nice to finally start getting good grades and have Daddy get her more of the things she wanted.

 

Brittany turned away from Anon, crossing her arms in a huff. “Like, just make this quick, ok?” she said.  

Anon eagerly walked up to her, spinning the teenage girl around and positing her in front of him.  “Sure sure, he said,  while as he was hurriedly unzipping his pants. “Now stand up straight, and keep your legs together.”

“Whatevs,” Brittany responded. Anon wasted no time in flipping Brit's thigh-length skit up. He grabbed onto her hips, pulling her towards him and forcing his dick in between the smooth material of Brit's bike shorts. Feeling Anon's hips pressed firmly against her soft butt, the heiress looked down to see the end of his penis peeking out from between her thighs. “Brinttany turned up nose up and stuck her tongue out. Ugh,” she said. While anon took her hips and grinded her against his length, Brittany pulled out her cellphone, hoping some texting would be enough to get her to ignore the situation.  

The sensation of rubbing his grinding his dick between Brittany's firm thighs and soft pussy was amazing, but it wasn't enough for Anon. He snaked a hand under her red blazer, cupping the teenager's right breast. As soon as he felt her soft flesh though the lacy fabric, Anon heard a gasp and felt an elbow jab in in the ribs. “Hey! What are you, like, doing? You just said 'thigh job.'

“Come on, it'll help me get off faster, just go with it.”

Brittany rolled her eyes. “Fine,” she said, returning to her texting. It was getting harder to ignore this weirdo. She could hear him panting like a dog, smelling her hair, feel him trying lick and bite at her ears. She just had to put up with it a little longer.