The first day of the painting course was on a Wednesday and Anna showed up a bit earlier. She had forgotten to ask Sven about the materials so she had called the church to ask. Sven told her all materials would be provided by the church. She was happy about that since she didn’t have much money. A few people stood waiting outside the church when she arrived. It was a mixed group, a few girls in Anna’s age, some women who were in their thirties and forties but mostly it was older women in their seventies and eighties.
The church door opened and Sven came out. “Follow me,” he said and they fell in behind him like little school children follow their teacher on an outing.
He led them to a low slung building behind the church. Inside was a couple of classrooms that Anna guessed were used for religious studies.
“This way,” said Sven and opened the door to one of the rooms. Inside, easels were set up and next to each chair in front of it was a small table with pencils and brushes. Tubes of paint lay in a neat row and a clean color pallet to mix the paint on. Anna noticed that each chair had a name on the back of it. She found hers which was in the front row. She sat down and put her purse on the floor next to her. There was a bit of shuffling before everyone was seated. Sven who stood a few feet from Anna gave her a smile and then cleared his throat.
“Welcome everyone; it’s nice to see so many of you have an interest in the art of painting. I myself have done it for years and it’s a great passion of mine. Some of you are more experienced and I urge to help your fellow students if they need it. I will be coming around to each one of you during the next hour and see how you are doing. Today we will paint this vase.” He pointed at a simple blue ceramic vase that stood on a high table so everyone could see it.
Sven had a hard time taking his eyes of Anna. He had placed her right in front of him so he could have a good look without having to crane his neck. She wore a white short skirt that had ridden up on her thigh as she sat down. On top she had a simple blue blouse that she had knotted under her breasts at the height of her navel. The way she looked at him with those innocent eyes made him sure she had no clue to how sexy and hot she was. To him she was a devil’s child, sent to earth to make weak men like him leave his beloved church and join the dark prince in hell. Therefore, it was his duty to make Anna into a god fearing teen. He had a dirty secret and that was that he spent a lot of time reading pornographic stories in magazines he bought. He never bought them where he lived but on his way to or from work so the clerk didn’t know who he was. At night he would sit on his sofa or lie in bed reading and looking at the pictures of teen girls and masturbate until the cum squirted and then run down his knuckles. He loved the look of their soft skin and the horny eyes that looked back at him from the glossy paper. At home, he would paint young women in all kinds of poses. Sometimes with him fucking them or the girls by themselves masturbating.
Sven took a deep breath and then wandered around the room looking how each of his students was doing. He gave some advice, congratulated, always with a smile and a laugh. When he reached Anna he came up to her from behind. He stood close behind her looking over her shoulder at the canvas. She was quite talented he admitted to himself. But his eyes quickly left the painted vase and looked down her blouse. Her cleavage seemed soft as velvet and the hem of her white bra was visible.
Anna felt Sven behind her but was too concentrated to speak to him. The brush danced over the canvas as she added color to her sketch. She was so into it she hardly noticed that Sven leaned in a bit further. Not until she felt his breath next to her.
“What are you doing?” she almost whispered, so not to disturb the others.
“I’m sorry, I was just fascinated by your work.” he said and pulled back.
His mouth had been so close to her neck that she had felt his warm breath on her skin.
“Okay, but you don’t have to be so close to me.”
Sven took a step to her side so he was standing next to her. She looked up into his dark eyes and saw something there that made her shiver. He was eating her alive. His gaze flicked from her mouth to her eyes down to her boobs and then back up again.
“Stay behind after class,” he said. We need to talk about your work.
Anna continued to paint and figured he was going to give her advice on her style or something. A thought nagged in the back of her mind and she kept on coming back to how she had looked at her. It reminded her of the way Max used to stare at Jenny before they got together. She brushed the thoughts away and concentrated on her work.
Her perfume had been intoxicating to Sven. It was light and fruity and behind it was the smell of her soap. In his mind, he could see a naked Anna in the shower soaping her body, the swell of her breasts and her nipples going hard under her touch. The little patch of fluffy hair between her legs when she lathered her pussy. He had an enormous hard-on as the class began to put away their material.
“Well done everyone, I’m looking forward to seeing you on Saturday,” he said as the people began to leave.
Anna had put her things away and was sitting on the chair. Sven smiled and waved to the others and when the last one had closed the door he walked up to her. “Come with me.”
She followed him out another door and across a small courtyard and into the church. They went up one flight of steps and into what was his private office. Sven sat down at his desk and gestured to Anna to sit on the corner of the desk in front of him. She thought it was a bit strange since there was a free chair available. Instead of arguing with Sven she put her purse on it and then sat where he had indicated. Her skirt rode up and more of her thigh was visible to Sven and he licked his lips.
“So, here we are, Anna.”
“Yes, what did you want to talk to me about?”
Instead of answering he began to open his pants as quickly as he could and huis full erection burst out.
“Oh my god, what are you doing, eww!” said Anna and was about to leave.
Sven put a hand on her thigh and held her in place. “Look at it, don’t you want to touch it? I know you want too, such a horny little girl like you wants a lot of cocks.”
Anna stared at the cock sticking up in front of her. The head was dark red and thick veins criss- crossed the shaft. She had never seen one before so she had no reference to size but it did remind her of the German sausages her mother used to fry.
“Don’t be shy, Anna. Touch it.”
“No, I won’t! You are a dirty old man!”
With surprising speed and strength, Anna suddenly found herself lying across his legs. She could feel his cock poke her in the ribs but what really shocked her was that Sven pulled up her skirt. Then he pulled down her white cotton panties.
“You are a dirty slut and needs a good spanking,” he growled.
Before she could protest his hand slapped down on her asscheeks hard enough to make it sting, but not enough to make her cry. As he kept on spanking her, Anna realized to her horror at it felt good. But just as quickly as he had begun Sven stopped and pushed her off him. She ended up on her knees in front of him. His cock was only a foot away and this close she noted a clear liquid was oozing out of the little hole.