A Wicked Treat (Sinful Holiday Series Book 1) Read online

  Miss Ana Collins was simple, and sexy as hell. She looked so damn innocent and tempting standing there, blushing for me. When her eyes assessed me I literally felt my cock rise under her bright, golden gaze. I hadn’t felt that way for someone in a long time, and my body wanted to fully attack hers desperately. It wanted to feel her warmth surround me, and my cock wanted to bury itself deep within her. The feelings were so strong, I didn’t know what to do with them.

  Just thinking about her spread out beneath me, had me adjusting my growing bulge in my pants. In the last week, I had stroked myself more times than I could count with images of her on her knees, her pretty pink lips wrapped around my thick cock.

  I groaned and threw the papers aside. I couldn’t concentrate, my dick kept asking me to go find her and seduce her. She was my daughter’s grade school teacher for God’s sake! Yet I wanted to teach her a few things of my own. I slid my hand inside my sweatpants and took out my hard ten inches. My dick was already throbbing in my hand as I stroked it. I grunted and closed my eyes as I imagined Miss Ana straddling my lap and bouncing herself off my cock. I wondered how sweet her pussy would taste, how enticing her aroma would be and my cock started to swell. I didn’t need much to send me over, and as I imagined her taking me inside her, I squeezed the head tightly as jet streams of white fluid squirted out and onto my stomach. My legs shook from the power of my orgasm and when I was done I stared up at the ceiling wondering what the fuck I was getting myself into.

  Later that afternoon I had John, my driver, pick up Laura at school while I headed out to the parent teacher conference. I found a seat up front near two blonde ladies that were giggling like school girls.

  “Why, hello.” The blonde sitting beside me took her time as she lewdly looked me over.

  I barely looked at the woman as my eyes wandered towards the front of the stage. “Hi.”

  “I’m Brooke, Rachel’s Mom. She’s in Miss Ana’s class.”

  At the sound of her name I turned to the blonde. She looked older, maybe early forties, pretty for her age but she was nothing like the woman I had come here for. “Miss Ana?”

  She smiled and tilted her body towards mine. “Yes. The new Kindergarten teacher.”

  I nodded. “I’m Laura’s father.”

  “Oh, she’s so cute and so smart,” she smiled and placed her hand on my forearm. I itched to remove her touch from me, but I tensed as she started to stroke it.

  Just as I was about to tell her to remove her hand, my words left me. The blonde continued to speak to me, but I had completely forgotten she was there, her words sounding faint and faraway. The woman of my dirty dreams had just walked into the auditorium dressed to absolute perfection. She wore a classy black satin dress that hugged every one of her delectable curves. The skirt fell below her knees, but accentuated her walk making my cock groan from the way her hips swayed back and forth. She wore red pumps that matched the red on her lips. Her brown curls flowed around her pretty face and she had on a pair of pointed, black rimmed glasses that made every one of my teacher fantasies come to life. I could make out her bright hazel eyes through the lenses and all I could think was that she was fucking mine.

  I adjusted the suit jacket on my lap, making sure to hide my growing erection. I stared hard at Ana, willing her to turn towards me. When she finally did, her eyes met mine and that pretty blush spread across her cheeks. I winked at her and her lips parted. The sight of them nearly made me groan in need and I licked my lips as I stared. Her pretty eyes widened in shock and she quickly looked away. My cock jerked in my pants and I relished in how quick of a reaction I got from her. She made her way to one of the chairs near the podium and crossed her legs as she sat down. The provocative movement gave me a flash of white panties and I bit down on my lip, forcing myself to stay put. My eyes traced her toned calves imagining them around my waist and they swept up her body settling on those supple breasts.

  Thoughts of her spread out on my bed, arching her back as her hips rose up for me, consumed my mind. As my eyes travelled up her slender neck and soft lips they finally landed on hers. She didn’t look away, instead she raised an eyebrow and crossed her arms over her tits. I smiled and shrugged letting her I had no shame in what I was doing. She narrowed her eyes on me and then tore her gaze away to focus on Principal Garrison who had started on her speech. As much as she hid it I knew she was just as turned on as I was. I caught her squeezing her thighs and constantly shifting in her seat. Her body’s reaction to me was empowering and I couldn’t wait to get her alone.

  My eyes caught Principal Garrison’s expression and I stared back at her showing my disregard for her. I had my reasons for not wanting to focus on her, but she kept taking glances over at me. I spent the rest of the hour listening to her as she droned through the curriculum and plans for the rest of the year. She also spoke about the new science center the school was building and how the eighth graders would be starting after school SAT classes to help them with the upcoming exams. Then she went on to discuss Halloween and precautions to take to keep the children safe.

  When the time finally came to introduce the new teachers, I eagerly focused on Miss Ana once again. I noticed how she nervously squirmed in her seat, entwining her fingers tightly on her lap. When she was finally introduced, her soft melodic voice rang out as she announced how excited she was to work for such a prestigious school and how happy she was to have such bright children in her classroom. She was so different from the harshness of the woman who had spoken prior to her. She was all soft and sweet, and was genuine as she spoke to the parents. Her eyes met mine for a few seconds as she discussed an upcoming field trip to the science museum, and if any parent would like to volunteer they could sign up with her. In the back of my mind I made sure I’d take the time to volunteer. I wanted to spend any moment I could with this sultry teacher.

  By the end of the meeting I was eager to meet with the sweet Ana, but before I did I was stopped by the one woman I despised above all.

  “What are you doing here?” she hissed at me as parents started to make their way to the classrooms.

  “I’m here to meet my daughter’s teacher, she invited me.”

  “You don’t need to be here. I’ll make sure Laura gets the education she needs.”

  I smirked. “I highly doubt that. Now move out of my way.”

  “I’ll tell you everything you need to know.”

  “I don’t want to hear anything from you. Besides, I’m not just here for the curriculum.”

  Her eyes widened as I stepped around her. “Have a good night, Principal Garrison.”

  I left her seething in the auditorium. She knew I couldn’t stand being around her, yet she continued to get in my way. Before the woman could ruin my night with her vile comments I quickly made my way to the Kindergarten classroom. Ana was standing by her desk explaining the events that were going to take place throughout the year and giving the parents an assortment of fliers and guides. I waited patiently as all the parents sat down and asked their questions. She had pictures up of the children, and many of the ones with Laura had her painting and smiling brightly. There were drawings made with ice cream pallets of houses and buildings. When I reached Laura’s, her picture was of a car and a racing line. I smiled as I remembered how much she loved coming to the racetrack with me.

  I looked over at my teacher and she looked every bit the professional, answering all the parents’ questions and making sure she told them she would work hard to meet their expectations. Every now and then she would take a quick glance at me, but as soon as she noticed me looking at her she turned away and pretended to give her full attention to another parent even though she was well aware of me. The guy she was currently focusing on was obviously flirting with her, and a jealousy so deep suddenly ran through my bones. I clenched my fists at my sides staring them both down as I slowly tried to regain my composure.

  My sweet angel was so attuned to my body that she noticed the change in my demeanor immediately.
She quickly changed the subject and instead went around the room giving out her number and email address. When she handed me the form I winked at her and tucked it safely into my breast pocket. All I could think was how pretty she was as she blushed. My eyes focused on the sway of her hips as she walked away. She swept her dark curls off her shoulder and her sleeveless dress exposed her neck and hints of those creamy white mounds peaked along the top. I wanted to bite her soft flesh and mark her as mine. My cock twitched and I couldn’t wait to get my hands on her curves.

  Slowly, the parents started to make their way out of her classroom and I really wished I could shove them all out the door. After a few minutes I was finally alone with my daughter’s sexy Kindergarten teacher. She was bent over her desk, busily gathering her things and straightening up. I made sure no one else was around or in the hallway as I quietly closed the door and locked it. Slowly, I approached her, but she was too wrapped up in what she was doing to notice me. When I was only a couple steps away I finally spoke.

  “You were very informative, Miss Ana.”

  She yelped and jumped as I startled her. Twirling around she pressed a hand to her chest, her eyes widening as she realized I was only a few feet away.

  “Mr. Reed!”

  I took the two steps up to her, closing the gap between us and pressing her hips against the desk. Her lips parted and she gave out an audible gasp.

  “Anthony,” I whispered.

  She swallowed as she stared up at me. “Did you have a question for me, Mr…” I trailed my thumb down her neck and she closed her eyes briefly. I felt her throat contract as she swallowed. Her eyes fluttered as she took a deep breath trying to regain her composure. “Anthony?”

  I stared at her and let my fingertips flutter lightly along her wrist and up her forearm. “I have more of a request than a question, Miss Ana.”

  “Oh?” She breathed.

  I smirked. “I’d really love to see you in blue next time.”

  “What?” she asked, confused.

  “A shorter skirt, perhaps, so I can have easy access to your pussy.” I trailed my other hand along her covered hip, gaining a sigh in response.

  “Mr…Mr. Reed, please.”

  I couldn’t help myself, and I squeezed her hips. “I know I should ask you out, wine and dine you first, and I promise you I will,” I ran my nose up her neck as I whispered in her ear. “But before I do that, I desperately need to touch your soft skin.”

  I pushed her back on the desk and as I went to raise her tight skirt, it barely moved. Feeling aggravated I yanked it up harshly causing her to gasp in surprise. Her hands went to my wrists, trying to stop me, but as she did her lips grazed mine.

  “Mr. Reed! This is so inappropriate!”

  I had officially lost all of my control and leaned into her, forcing her skirt up even further. I heard a slight tear and it finally slid up along her fleshy thighs until it reached her hips. It revealed just enough for me to make out the white lace that covered her delicate area. If I had her at home or in my car, I would have ripped her skirt in two without a care in the world. But we were in a public space, and I didn’t want anyone else getting a glimpse of what was mine. The last thing I wanted is for her to suffer any embarrassments due to my lack of restraint.

  I dipped my head and traced her neck with my tongue, sucking gently on her. She moaned for me, throwing her head back giving me more access to her body. Her fingertips dug into my forearm as I finally ran my hands up her knees and squeezed the soft flesh of her thighs.

  “Black heels next time, Ana. Black heels with a tight blue dress, can you do that for me?” I swept my left hand around her waist, bringing her up against me while my right hand continued its journey right up to her panty clad pussy. “My favorite color is blue.”

  “Yes, Mr. Reed,” she sighed.

  I pressed my thumb against the damp section of her panties and groaned. “Are you wet for me, Miss Ana?”

  “Please, Mr. Reed. This isn’t right...”

  I gripped her tightly, staring down at her amber eyes that were now looking slightly hazed over. “I don’t know what you did to me but I fucking want you, Ana. I want your hands on me, I want to hear you beg for my cock, and I want to worship your cunt. Will you let me do that for you, my sweet teacher?”

  “Oh my God,” she breathed out as I pulled her panties aside and dipped my finger into her hungry, drenched slit.

  “I want to make you cum, Ana. I want to see how your body comes undone for me.”

  Her breaths became pants and she struggled against me. I held her propped up on the desk as I ground my aching erection against her thigh. I wanted her badly but this wasn’t about me, it was about her. I needed to see her unravel for me as I whispered all my dirty fantasies while I dipped my fingers in her honey.

  “I want to strip you bare and have you ride my cock, sweet angel. Would you like that? Do you want my cock to dirty your cunt, sweetheart?”

  “Fuck,” she whispered.

  I chuckled as I dug two fingers into her tight little pussy. Her cunt deliciously squeezed my hand, holding me hostage as I stroked her inner walls. Sliding in deeper, I tilted my fingers up, beckoning her orgasm as I found that sensitive spot on the roof of her vagina. She shuddered and gripped my arm in frenzy as I continued to work her pussy.

  “Cum for me, sweet Ana. Show me what I can make you feel.”

  “Anthony,” she moaned. The sound of my whispered name on her lips urged me to fuck her harder.

  Her eyes were glued to mine, and her lips parted in a delectable O as her hips humped my hand. “That’s it, fuck yourself with me. Use my hand to make yourself cum.”

  She bit her lip and let out a deep guttural groan as her body tensed and bowed back. I bent down and sucked on the fleshy part of the tops of her breasts. I bit down hard on her tender skin and she yelled out as she came. Her legs shook and her lips parted for me in a silent scream. She ran her fingers through my hair as I traced my tongue along her sweet mouth and her tongue snaked out to meet mine in a hungry, unhindered kiss. She was sweet and pliant in my arms. I loved the feel of her hands on me, they were soft and needy, leaving traces of her heat on me.

  I continued to stroke her gently as she came down from her release. Her eyes found mine and she stared at me in awe as small convulsions continued to wrack her body.

  “You, okay?” I asked quietly.

  She nodded and licked her pretty lips. She took in a shuddering breath and then slid her hand along my cheek. “Why?” she asked, still shocked from our encounter.

  I smiled. “Because I haven’t stopped thinking about you since I met you. Because my cock can’t forget those pretty eyes. And because I needed to touch you as much as you wanted to touch me.”

  “Fuck,” she moaned and leaned her forehead on my chest.

  I held her, stroking her back as her labored breaths calmed down. She wrapped her hands around my waist and held me to her. She was different than any other woman I’d ever been with, she allowed me to take the lead, not the other way around. She wasn’t scrambling to undo my belt, or yelling out dirty words, not that I would mind if she did. No, my sweet angel just wanted to be held and I did just that.

  After a few minutes, I finally drew away from her. “I have to go,” I whispered tilting her chin up to lift her eyes to mine. Her eyelids fluttered and I kissed her lightly on those red delectable lips. “Can’t wait to see you again, Miss Ana. I promise you that next time I’ll take my sweet time with you.” I winked at her, but as I turned to leave she grabbed my wrist.

  “Anthony?”

  I tuned to her, taking in her rosy cheeks and the start of a small bruise taking place on the top of her right breast. A sense of ownership washed over me at the sight of it. “Yes, sweetheart.”

  “What about you?” her eyes trailed down to my crotch and my dick twitched.

  “There will be time for that later, I promise.”

  I turned and left her, making my way back to my car.
As I sat in the driver’s seat, I rubbed my cock through my pants. I was like a horny teenager getting my first taste of pussy. I pressed my fingers to my tongue and as I tasted her pussy juice off my hand I took out my cock. Taking that same hand, I wrapped it around my tool and stroked myself roughly. In three strong pulls I was grunting out my release onto my hand.

  Leaning my head against the headrest, I took in my surroundings. I was seated in the parking lot of a Catholic elementary school with my hand down my pants, masturbating to an image of the sexiest Kindergarten teacher you could ever imagine. She’d pushed me to this ridiculous state and I couldn’t help but want more.

  3

  ANA

  “Come on, Ana! You never go out and just have fun anymore!” My roommate, Samantha, tugged on my arm as we walked through the Village, searching for a costume shop.

  It was Halloween, and miraculously it had fallen on a Saturday night. Sam had literally blackmailed me into going to her company’s costume party. I hated having to get all dressed up, but she had thrown in my face the fact that I owed her a favor and told me I could pay it back by going with her to this party.

  “Yes! They still have costumes!”

  She dragged me into a place named New York Costumes and took me to the back to choose a costume. The place was packed with last minute shoppers and it was a race to get something decent to wear. After looking over tight police officer, maid, and nurse outfits, I realized it was an impossible mission. I found the only angel outfit left and settled on the fact that I may not be able to bend over the whole evening. I mean, the skirt was definitely too short, and my breasts were practically spilling out of the silky dress, but the angel wings had convinced me to buy it. They looked fantastic.

  Three hours later I was staring at myself in the bathroom’s full length mirror. The white thigh highs and golden heels that matched my golden halo completed the outfit. Sam had done my makeup, making sure to highlight my eyes and put glitter powder on my cheeks and the tops of my breasts. If I moved just right, the makeup would shine on my body giving me that little extra angelic look.