Ella Needs Her Teacher

Ella soon nodded off, easily falling asleep after orgasming. Mr. Jones did as well. However when his eyes opened Saturday morning he was faced with a dilemma. What was he going to do about his sexy student? The answer should have been straight forward. Stop tutoring her immediately. Apologize for what had happened and hope like hell it ended there.

That would have been the right thing to do, the smart thing to do, in many ways the easiest thing to do. But Paul, like many men, often thought more with his cock than with his brain. Every time an image of Ella entered his mind he couldn't help but get hard. He wanted her, even more so because he knew she wanted him.

She was thirty years his junior, barely legal, but legal nonetheless. A seductive, slutty schoolgirl, with a body so perfectly suited to be fucked in the nastiest ways imaginable, and she would be such an enthusiastic, compliant participant. He was more certain of that than anything, looking back over the past several months and remembering how she dressed, how she spoke to him, how she moved. It was madness, and he would be risking everything, but he couldn't pass up the opportunity to be with Ella. It was worth the risk.

Arriving early at school he prepared for the days' classes, and was going to make arrangements to meet with Ella in his office later to discuss the matter. Unbeknownst to Mr. Jones however, she had determined to talk to him as well, and not wishing to wait, showed up at his door twenty minutes before classes began.

"Good morning Mr. Jones," she said, smiling.

The teacher glanced up, surprised to hear her voice, but not surprised to see her appearance. Once again she was dressed provocatively, this time donning a pair of 'painted on' skin tight blue jeans and a red, sleeveless V-neck t-shirt. She was braless, not uncommon for the little strumpet, Jones noting her nipples jutting into the cotton top.

"Oh, good morning Ella."

"Umm...can I talk to you sir?"

"Yes of course, come in."

She entered, turning to shut the door behind her.

"No dear, leave the door open," Mr. Jones said firmly.

"Uhhh...really?"

"Of course. It's not considered appropriate for a teacher to meet with a student behind closed doors."

How ironic given what I'm planning,

he thought.

"Oh, okay."

He motioned for Ella to sit in a chair across from him.

"Ella, after Friday's session I believe we will need to review our current tutoring situation and make changes going forward."

Mr. Jones looked directly into her eyes, his gaze penetrating. He was not smiling. To Ella he seemed distant, almost cold, not kind and warm like he normally did. She swallowed involuntarily.

"Changes?"

"Yes. I believe we need to determine if we should continue these sessions."

The girl sat there dumbfounded, at a loss for words.

"Well Ella?"

"Well what?"

"I need to know for certain that you wish to continue. Do you want this Ella?"

"Yes," she replied quietly.

"Hmmm, you don't seem very sure. Look me in the eye and tell me if you want it."

A small, barely noticeable smile formed on Ella's lips. She noted the tone of his voice, the way he said, “tell me if you want it,” and the glint in his eyes. He was the one being suggestive now. The student was enjoying her teacher turning the tables on her.

"Yes, I want it sir."

"How much do you want it?"

"I want it so bad sir," she answered, her eyes locked on his.

"That's better young lady. And do you want me to continue as your tutor?"

"Yes sir, I want you."

"Hmmm, very good. Now one more thing I need to know. Will you comply with anything I ask of you? Will you do whatever I tell you?"

"Yes sir, I'll do anything you tell me."

"Are you certain Ella? Anything?"

"Anything sir," she said, her words dripping with innuendo.

"Excellent! So I'm thinking that we should have our next session on Friday."

"Mmmm, why do we have to wait so long?" she mewled seductively.

Mr. Jones sighed impatiently before explaining.

"Next Monday is a holiday, which means it'll be a long weekend. As you know, classes let out early on Friday, and by 5:00 pm this place will be a ghost town. No teams playing or practising, no band practice, no drama club. The staff will be long gone. Hell, even the custodians have permission to leave early. So now do you understand?"

"Yes sir. It's a very good plan sir," she said breathlessly, getting horny thinking about it.

"Of course it is. You let me do the thinking, all you have to do is be ready to spread those lovely legs, and take a cock down your slender throat. Do you think you can do that?"

"Yes sir, I can do that," Ella replied, shocked and excited by her teacher's lurid words.

Squeezing her thighs together, she could feel her pussy getting wet. It would be rough waiting until the end of the week, but she had made it this far so what would a few more days be?

"Oh, one more thing Ella dear," Mr. Jones added. "This school at one time required students to wear a uniform. I would like you to dress accordingly. I'll leave it to your discretion. I've seen your taste in clothes and have no doubt you won't disappoint."

"Oh, you won't be disappointed," she purred confidently.

A quick image of little Ella dressed in one of her skimpy outfits flashed into his mind, his dick quivering at the thought.

"Such a good girl," he stated. "Now off you go, you wouldn't want to be late for classes now, would you?"

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The next several days seemed endless to both teacher and student, the anticipation of Friday's assignation driving them to distraction. Mr. Jones had a difficult time concentrating, practically mailing in his classes, his thoughts continually drifting to his succulent student.

Ella for her part was equally on edge. At the end of the school day following her chat with Mr. Jones she raced home, frantic to use her dildo and vibrator again. She gave herself another soul shattering orgasm, but for the remainder of the week she didn't masturbate, deciding instead to save it all for Friday. She would edge herself, maintaining a near constant state of sexual arousal, but she wouldn't cum. She had been dreaming of this for months and she wanted it to be the best day of her life.

Ella was not a virgin. She had been masturbating for quite some time, but had refrained from intercourse until she was eighteen. It wasn't because she was particularly chaste, she just wanted to wait until she was at an age where she could really enjoy it. Unfortunately her sexual encounters with other people had been limited and for the most part unsatisfying. She had screwed a few boys her age, and a couple of guys in their early twenties. The sex had been okay but nothing spectacular.

After her initial forays into fucking she swore off men for a while, ordering a dildo and vibrator on line and turning to the internet for porn, a whole lot of porn. She loved cumming, to her it was the most beautiful and incredible sensation a woman could experience. She quickly became quite the connoisseur of smut, learning what she did and did not like, and there were few things in the latter category, Ella soon realizing that she had a lot of kinks.

She loved gang bangs and blow bangs, seeing a girl get railed by eight, nine, ten cocks or more, getting DP'd, then taking load after load of spunk all over her face. It was a fantasy of hers to get fucked by multiple guys.

She had a thing for girls drinking cum, guzzling copious amounts down their throats, smacking their whorish lips when they were finished. She studied blow job vids, using them to help her develop her own style. She would note what really turned her on, then incorporate it into her own method, practising on a dildo. She became quite adept at it, even learning to deep throat like a pro.

Anal was another category that caught her fancy. Watching a thick prick penetrate a tight little sphincter, witnessing pain and pleasure etched on a girl's face as a cock slowly slid deep inside her, then viewing her ass get plowed always got Ella's motor running. She was fascinated and frightened by the prospect of having her own tiny shit slot filled with a long, hard dick. A few times she had slid a finger inside her butt, and once oiled up her dildo intending to give it a go, but chickened out.

Maybe some day,

she thought.

She masturbated to girl on girl as well, and solo girl porn, wondering what it would be like to eat a cunt. As of yet she hadn't been with a girl, but she was open to it for sure. Hell she was open to pretty much anything, especially her favourite genre.

Ella happened to be surfing the internet porn highway one day when she came across a vid "Teacher Fucks Teen." She was curious. Clicking on it she was shocked to see the guy looked about sixty. He was a bit overweight, white haired and wrinkly with a saggy, flat ass. The girl was her age, and red haired to boot. She thought it would be gross but she watched anyway.

To her surprise it was good, really good. The old dude could fuck. His dick was only average sized, but he sure knew how to use it. His tongue as well. The girl was really into it. She appeared to cum several times. Of course it was acting, Ella realized, but still. She had a fabulous climax masturbating to it, which got her to thinking maybe she shouldn't limit herself age wise, if a guy can fuck he can fuck.

After that she regularly partook in viewing similar productions, and also began fantasizing about her own teachers, one in particular. She would watch teacher/student vids and imagine it was her and Mr. Jones. There were a few other instructors who caught her eye, but he was the one with whom she became fixated. And to her utter delight Ella now knew that her mentor was equally as wicked.

**********

Ella spent the rest of the week rummaging through her collection of outfits, hoping to put together a "uniform" that would make her teacher rock hard at first sight. By Thursday evening she had gathered the perfect combination. She tried on her ensemble, making sure it looked as hot as she thought it did. She was quite pleased with her handiwork, gazing for a moment at her reflection in her bedroom's full length mirror.

Mr. Jones, you dirty perv, you're gonna love this naughty school girl.

Thinking about it made her wet. The randy redhead considered plopping herself in a chair, her legs spread over the armrests, opening up some porn and getting herself off, but decided against it. As difficult as it might be for her, Ella was committed to saving it until the next afternoon. Plus, her mom would be home in an hour, and it was the daughter's job to make dinner.

Later that evening the teenager asked her mother for two favours. She was sitting in an easy chair, half watching a program on television. Marie was lying on the sofa, barely able to keep her eyes open.

"Mom, Do you think you could braid my hair tonight?"

"Oh sweetie, I'm pretty tired. Can't you do it yourself?" her mother replied, sounding truly exhausted.

It pained her to bother her mom, the woman did work very hard and late most days, but Ella wanted everything to be perfect for tomorrow.

"I can, but you do it so much better than me."

"Oh Ella..."

"Please mom, please!" the daughter implored.

"Hmmm, okay, but let's do it now young lady, before I fall asleep on this damn couch again."

"Thank you mom, you're the best!"

Ella had made sure to shampoo and condition earlier, wishing her lustrous crimson locks to really shimmer. The braids would be the icing on the cake. Her mother was meticulous, carefully twisting her daughter's hair into two lengthy, flawless plaits.

"Well, if I do say so myself, those look fantastic."

"Thank you mom, they're perfect!" Ella gushed.

Both mother and daughter went to bed shortly after. Marie fell asleep quickly, worn out from a hard day's work. Ella took a bit longer, restlessly pondering her immediate future. She got aroused again thinking about it. Her fingers dropped to her clit and she began edging, building the sexual tension within her body, then backing off, over and over for about an hour before finally, blissfully nodding off.

The next morning getting up early she ran a hot bath, climbing in with her razor to give her legs and pussy a once over. Everything had to be just right. Ella cautiously negotiated the sharp blade all over her lithe limbs and pubic region. She was thorough in her ministrations, leaving not a single millimetre of her smooth flesh untouched.

The lovely nymph inspected her shiny, slippery lower body, nimbly lifting her right leg out of the water, her hands caressing her supple calf, sliding up and across her bent knee, feeling her luscious thigh. She repeated the routine with her left, and satisfied with the results she moved on to her vulva.

Ella had started grooming her nether region months ago, shortly after commencing her porn odyssey, having observed so many bald snatches she wondered for herself what it felt like. Although it was a bit of a nuisance to keep up, she had to admit she loved how it felt, and she knew guys were enamoured with it as well.

This morning she had been very careful to remove even the slightest hint of stubble from anywhere in the vicinity of her pussy, knowing there wouldn't be time enough for any to grow back before her rendezvous with her teacher.

Mmmm, you are going to love going down on this sleek little vag Mr. Jones.

Ella gently pinched her swollen pink labia, stroking the glistening skin adjacent to her pussy lips. By now her tiny clitoris was visible, emerging from the fleshy folds of its hood. She massaged it with her thumb while her fingers strummed along the blossoming petals of her cunt, her eyes closed, visions of the depraved older man's face buried between her thighs dancing in her head.

Ella gave in, losing herself in the fantasy, two fingers now inside her, her left hand attacking her clit.

"Fuck it

,"

she whispered, on the verge of climaxing.

"Ella, are you still in there?" her mother hollered, knocking loudly on the bathroom door.

Some water sloshed out of the tub, the ripe little Lolita slipping as she recovered from the rude but oddly welcome interruption. She knew how close she was, and was relieved to be brought back to reality.

"Fuck," she mumbled under her breath.

"What was that dear?"

"Uhh...nothing mom. I'm sorry, I'll be out soon."

"Well hurry, we're going to be late."

Ella dropped her mom off at the office where she worked, then drove herself to school. That was the second favour she had requested. Her plan was simple. With school letting out an hour early she would have plenty of time to drive home, change her clothes then return, re-entering the building at a pre-arranged location.

She had told her mom that she was getting together with some friends to go to the mall, and Ella being the only one with a driver's licence necessitated this arrangement. Marie was reluctant, but the thought that Ella actually had friends was a relief, her daughter always being a bit of a loner. Marie would get a ride home with a co-worker, the daughter informing her mother that she would be later than normal.

With everything in place it was just an agonizing, excruciating waiting game for the horny little hottie. In spite of classes being shortened they still seemed to drag on forever, Ella constantly checking the time. Finally the last bell sounded, the tormented teen loathe to make small talk with the few acquaintances she had. Rather she hastened to the exit, promptly driving home.

On her way out she caught a fleeting glimpse of Mr. Jones. He briefly made eye contact, acting aloof, ignoring her.

Hmmm, you won't be ignoring me in a few hours you nasty fucker.