Anya's Awakening Ch. 03: Dress Code

"Look, Anya, it's completely unacceptable. Your skirt is clearly too short. You need to wear a longer skirt and a shirt that fits too. Do you understand me? Our school image must be protected." The headmaster, Mr Fulbright looked at Anya sternly.

"But sir-" Anya tried to say.

"No buts, young lady. The dress code clearly states that your skirt must be knee-length."

"The other girls don't wear it to their knees either!" Anya said, indignantly. Mr Fulbright sighed.

"That may well be the case, but they're also breaking the dress code. And theirs' is only a few inches above the knee. Yours on the other hand, however is-" His face went slightly red. "- Significantly higher! Sort it out! If you don't, we may have to see about some form of punishment, such as a suspension. Do I make myself clear? This is just a warning, but next time..." He left the final words unsaid.

"Yes, sir, I'll do it." Anya responded, gloomily. How on earth was she going to be able to afford an expensive new school uniform?

"So, in short. I'm in trouble." Anya said, a worried expression on her face. Sofia looked concerned. They were sat at the lunch table, enjoying a meal together.

"Hmm..." Sofia started to think. "Maybe..." Her face went bright red. "Never mind, that would be silly."

"What? What should I do? At this point I would do anything!" Anya said, urgently.

"Forget it, it's dumb." Sofia said.

"Tell me now!" Anya said, her voice rising. She really was desperate.

"Well...You could try to...you know. Seduce him a little bit." Sofia said, slowly. Seduce him! Anya thought to herself.

"What do you mean?" She asked, nervously.

"Well, you know. Maybe flash him your panties by accident, or something?" Sofia said, looking thoughtful.

"Hmm... Do you think that would work?" Anya said, interested.

"Perhaps. Maybe something else would be better. I don't know, really." Sofia shrugged.

"Thanks for the advice. Maybe I will try something like that." Anya replied. I actually have an idea of my own. She thought back to Mr Davies. She leaned over and whispered in Sofia's ear. Sofia gasped.

"You're not serious!" She said, looking shocked.

"C'mon, Sofia. It's not like I'm going to give him a blowjob or something. Just a quick peek." Anya said, smiling.

"Well, if it's just quick..." Sofia said, unsure. Sofia felt a small jolt in her body. She felt strange, almost a little turned on.

"Thanks for the help, Sofia!" Anya said, before standing up to leave. "Let's try it out!" Sofia just looked up at her, nervously.

"Good luck." She said.

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Anya stood outside Mr Fulbright's office, feeling butterflies in her stomach. She almost couldn't believe what she was about to do. She looked around, making sure no one was there, then quickly pulled down her panties and stuffed them in her bag. Her perfect ass and pussy were completely exposed and if she bent down even slightly, anyone would be subject a a fantastic view. Then she unbuttoned the top buttons of her shirt, exposing a healthy amount of cleavage. Finally she knocked on the door. "Come in," came Mr Fulbright's voice from within. She took a deep, unsteady breath.

Anya walked in. "Anya? What is the matter this time?" Mr Fulbright said.

"Sir, i-is there nothing else I could do to make you change your mind?" She stuttered, walking up to his desk.

"Sit down. Let me think about it. But I rather doubt it." Mr Fulbright said, looking stern. Anya sat down, purposefully spreading her legs wide so as to give a clear view of her bare pussy to him. She saw him glance down and knew there was no way that he could have missed it. She looked carefully at his face and saw it flushing. She smiled to herself. So far so good. He glanced at her top, seeing the exposed cleavage and couldn't help but start getting a hard on.

"Mr Fulbright please! Maybe I could...persuade you?" She implored, keeping eye contact.

"Go on..." Mr Fulbright said, trying in vain not to keep peeking. Anya stood up and leaned against his desk, giving him a full view down her shirt.

"Perhaps I could help you out in a few ways?" She said, smiling at him. Suddenly she realised she would have to do more than just flash him.

"What do you mean?" Mr Fullbright said, his will beginning to crack.

"Well..." Anya began, and almost on impulse crawled under his desk until she had reached his legs. Before he could say anything she had unzipped his pants and grabbed his cock through his underwear.

"Anya! What do you think you're doing!" He cried, shocked.

"Persuading you. It looks like you're already hard." Anya replied, before pulling out his rock hard cock. It was probably six and a half inches and Anya couldn't help but wonder if she could swallow it all. She had to try.

She began licking the tip, lubricating it by swirling her tongue around the head. "Fuck!" Mr Fullbright groaned. He couldn't stop her. She began to go deeper, sucking his cock, bobbing her head up and down whilst he moaned in pleasure. Her small teen mouth could barely fit around his shaft, but she tried her best. She had to make him happy and satisfied.

After a few minutes of working at his cock, she tried to push herself further into his body. Anya started going down as far as she could until her nose almost touched his lower stomach. She could feel his cock filling her throat each time and she was determined to go all the way.

Mr Fullbright was moaning in pleasure, unable to resist, when he suddenly heard the door open. Shit! He thought. Without warning in walked his assistant, Miss Daisy. Not good he thought to himself. He tried to ignore Anya who hadn't even noticed the door opening and was still enthusiastically deepthroating his member, saliva dripping from her mouth onto the floor.

"Mr Fullbright, I have the papers here for you to look at. I'll leave them here on your desk. She placed a sheath of papers onto his desk, completely oblivious to what was happening directly underneath, less than ten centimetres away. "Th-Thank you, Miss Daisy." He stuttered, trying to keep his voice level.

"Is everything okay, sir?" Miss Daisy asked, looking concerned. "You do look a little strained."

"I'm fine, just a little tired that's all." He replied, his hands gripping his chair as he tried to suppress a groan.

"OK Sir, well I hope you feel better soon." She walked out, closing the door behind her. He sighed in relief. The adrenaline that had built and was making his heart pound in fear slowly ebbing away again. He closed his eyes, focusing on the pleasure he was receiving from the hot teen schoolgirl. "Fuck!" He moaned as her soft lips enveloped his cock and small wet noises emanated from underneath the desk.

He felt Anya grabbing his hand, placing it on her head. Mr Fullbright seemed to get the message. He held her head and thrust it down on his cock until it was completely buried balls deep in her slick throat, making her produce small gagging noises each time he pushed her head onto his shaft. "I'm gonna cum!" he moaned, feeling his orgasm build in his cock. He couldn't hold it in any longer.

"Ahhh!" He groaned. Anya suddenly pulled back and he let go, before spraying his load directly in her face. "Fuck!" he moaned. Anya knelt there, feeling the hot, sticky cum spurt across her face.

She moaned in pleasure as she felt him unload. Finally the streams that were pasting her gorgeous face slowed and stopped, a few errant drops leaking from his dick which she quickly licked up. She crawled out from underneath the table, and looked at him happily. Her face was glazed in cum, from her forehead to her chin. It had started dripping down onto her shirt and she quickly caught it with her hands, licking them clean. "It tastes so good!" She moaned. Mr Fullbright looked at her. Fuck! He thought to himself. What have I gotten myself into? He opened his mouth.

"Looks like I might just be persuaded to forget about the dress code issue after all..."

"Really? Thank you!" Anya said, smiling happily.

"-However, I may need some more persuasion later on. Understand?" Mr Fullbright said. He didn't want to lose this perfect girl just yet.

"Aww, really? I guess you're right." She said. Somehow she wasn't particularly upset though. In fact, quite the opposite. Being used by the headmaster himself, relieving his stress sounded like a perfect dream. She felt turned on just thinking about it.

"Well?" Sofia asked her. "Did it work?" Anya grinned.

"Yeah, of course! Problem solved." She said. Sofia looked at her and laughed.

"I didn't think it would be so easy! Well done." Sofia responded, grinning back.

Until next time...