The Slut In Her by NatashaTsarinaPublishing,NatashaTsarinaPublishing

“Do you see what you make me do, Anna? This is your entire fault, but I will teach you, I can promise you that. Now go home.”

Anna grabbed her purse after pulling up her panties and pushing down her skirt. With her asscheeks burning she left and on her way home tried to comprehend what had just happened. One thing was for sure, her pussy was wetter than it had ever been before.

Anna didn’t tell Jenny about what had happened in the priest’s office. She wasn’t sure if she had done something wrong to make the man do what he had done. Sure, she knew she looked good. Men often looked at her and some even ogled but she had never said or done something to make Sven think she would like to have sex with him. And why would he, she was only eighteen, and he was so much older. There must be women his age he could meet.

On Friday morning after her usual shower, she stood naked in her room in front of the large mirror she had on the door to her bedroom. The sun was shining in and it was warm. She looked at her body reflected back to her. Pink nipples on her C cup boobs, her narrow waist, and rounded hips. She turned sideways and noted the curve of her ass that was perky and firm. She caressed her left ass cheek and closed her eyes. The feeling of Sven’s hand landing hard on her bum and the smacking sound coming from the spanking made her knees week. Was she a bad girl, did she need a spanking? Maybe he knew about her masturbating, but how could he? She quickly got dressed in blue tight shorts and a simple white T-Shirt and then was out the door. When she arrived at the bus stop the man she knew in passing was smoking as usual. Anna had an idea. She walked up to him and said, “You are Mr. Johansson, right?”

The man threw his cigarette on the ground. “Yes, I am. How did you know that?”

“Your son, Nick, is a few years older than I but we went to the same school before he graduated.”

“Yeah, that’s right. You are Anna, and your dad works in the post office.”

She smiled. “Yes, he does. Anyway, I have a question for you and it might sound strange but I thought you could give me an honest answer.”

Mr. Johansson wondered what the delightful young woman wanted to ask him. “Sure.”

Anna looked around to make sure no one saw them. “Do you think I am a tease, like do I show off?”

Mr. Johansson was so shocked he blushed and then felt guilty of his own thoughts. “No, of course not, you are just like any other teen girl. You want to look pretty for the boys, I guess.”

She flashed him a smile. “Thanks.”

The bus arrived and when she got on Mr. Johnsson wanted to fuck her round ass until she begged him to stop. Of course she was a cock tease and a major distraction in his day to day life. He often thought about her and when he made love to his overweight and floppy bodied wife, it was Anna he had in his mind.

The ending of the school year was not a big deal for Anna and her friends. They would be back the following autumn so in the classroom they got their grades. Anna was happy, Jenny not so much. Then the teens trotted off to the church where they would sing some psalms and welcome the summer. Before the singing began Sven said a few words to the assembled teens. Anna sat in the first row with Jenny and Max on her right. She looked up and Sven to see if he would make eye contact with her but he didn’t. Looking and the little dirty gnome of a man in front of her made Anna feel uncomfortable at first. Knowing he had laid hands on her body and had made her wet was not a comfortable thought. Jenny must have sensed something. “Are you okay?”

Anna patted her naked thigh, “I’m fine, don’t worry.”

Sven droned on for a while and then they sang five psalms and ran out of the church to welcome the summer.

Sven went back to his room and sat down heavily in his chair. After rubbing his eyes trying to take away the sight of Anna well-defined camel toe he opened a drawer in his desk and took a healthy swig of schnapps he kept there. He wasn’t a big drinker but sometimes a bit of liquid courage was called for.

Anna walked up the stairs making sure she didn’t make any noise. She had decided to confront Sven and what he had done to her. Her parents had taught her to stand up for herself and being a head taller than the old man she figured she could defend herself if he came after her. She had kicked a few guys in the nutsack after they had fondled her boobs in the schoolyard over the years, so she knew how to do it.

The door to his office was slightly open and when she peeked inside he saw him sitting behind his desk with a bottle in his hand. She took a deep breath and then walked inside.

Sven dropped the bottle when she stormed in. “Anna, what are you doing here?”

She walked straight up to the desk and planted her hands flat on it and stared down at him. “I want you to apologize for what you did the other day and promise me you will never do it again.”

“Did you go to the police, or tell your parents?” he asked in a weak voice.

“No, I didn’t and the reason for that is I don’t know what I have done to deserve what you did.”

Sven smiled inside. So, if she hadn’t told any adult or her parents maybe he was able to convince her of her fault in his actions.

“Anna, please have a seat.”

She reluctantly did and leaned back crossing her arms over her breasts. “What? Are you going to apologize now?”

Sven formed a steeple with his hands and put his elbows on the desk. Placing his chin on top of the fingers he sighed. “Anna, Anna, you have no idea, do you?”

She frowned. “About what?”

“What you are and how you make men feel?”

“What’s that supposed to mean? I have done nothing.”

“Nothing? Just look at you, how you dress, how you flaunt your body for everyone to see.”

“I dress like everyone else.”

Sven tilted his head a little. “Are you sure about that? Today in church your friend Jenny and the other girls had long skirts on, but you, you wore skin-tight shorts and that flimsy T-Shirt. Why is that?”

“I, I don’t know, I guess I didn’t see the need to dress up.”

Sven leaned back in his chair. Anna had a thin film of sweat on her forehead, either from coming up the stairs or from stress.

“When I look at you, I see a little slut, a whore in the making. Soon you will be spreading your legs for the boys to have their way with you. Letting them fuck you in cars, stairwells, or even in the bushes around the lake.”

“No, I won’t. I have never been with a boy,” said Anna with anger in her voice. How dared this little man talk to her this way?

“I bet you lie on your bed and masturbate thinking about thick cocks stretching your pussy. Admit it!”

Anna swallowed. The way his eyes bore into hers made her feel weak. It had been a bad idea to come here she realized. She should be leaving, but his gaze kept her seated. She heard herself whisper, “Yes, I do.”

“I knew it! I bet you fantasies about older men like me.”

“No, I don’t.”

Sven leaned forward again. “C’mon, Anna, admit it. After what happened on Wednesday you can’t get the sight of my cock out of your dirty mind.”

Anna’s head was spinning and she was sweating. She felt a drop run down under her right arm and the T-Shirt stuck to her back.

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