**After Class**

I never thought I’d be the kind of guy to get off on this shit, but here I am, sitting in my empty classroom after hours, watching Ms. Carter bend over her desk like she owns the place. And fuck, maybe she does. She’s young, too young to be teaching high school seniors—mid-20s, golden skin, full lips always painted dark red. Today, she’s wearing this tight black dress that rides up her thighs when she leans forward to grab a stack of papers, and I can see the curve of her ass through the thin fabric.

She knows I’m watching. She always knows.

“You need something, Jason?” she says without turning around, voice smooth as honey.

My dick is already hard. I adjust myself under my desk, but there’s no hiding it. Not with the way my jeans are straining. “Just admiring the view, Ms. Carter.”

She turns then, arms crossed under her tits, pushing them up just enough to make my mouth water. “You know you shouldn’t talk to your teacher like that.”

“You like it, though,” I say, standing up. I’m taller than her by a lot, broad where she’s small, and I can see her breath hitch just a little when I step closer. “You like knowing I watch you.”

She doesn’t deny it. Instead, she bites her lower lip, eyes flicking down to the bulge in my pants. “You think you’re something special, don’t you?”

I smirk. “I know I am.”

That’s when she pushes off the desk and walks toward me, slow, like she’s deciding whether or not to punish me. Then her hand is on my chest, fingers curling into my shirt. “Prove it.”

I don’t hesitate. I grab her waist and spin her around, pressing her front against the desk. Her ass grinds into me, and I groan, hands sliding up her thighs, under her dress. No panties—fuck, she planned this.

“You knew I’d stay after,” I growl, fingers digging into her hips.

“Maybe,” she breathes, pushing back against me.

I yank her dress up, exposing her full, round ass. Her pussy is already wet, glistening between her thighs. I drag my fingers through her folds, and she moans, arching into my touch.

“Such a slut,” I mutter, spreading her open with two fingers. “You really waited all day for this?”

She whimpers when I slide a finger inside her. “Y-yes.”

“Say it.” I curl my finger, making her gasp. “Say what you are.”

“A… a slut,” she pants, grinding against my hand. “Your slut.”

I add another finger, stretching her, fucking her with quick, rough strokes. Her cunt clenches around me, and I can feel her getting tighter, hotter. “Bet you dream about this,” I say, voice low. “Dream about black cock ruining you right here in your own classroom.”

“Fuck,” she whines, her thighs trembling. “Yes, yes—!”

I pull my fingers out and unbuckle my jeans. My cock springs free, thick and already leaking. I rub the head against her soaked pussy, teasing her, making her beg.

“Please,” she whimpers, trying to push back onto me.

“Please what?”

“Fuck me,” she breathes. “Please, fuck me, Jason—ruin me.”

I don’t wait. I slam into her in one hard thrust, and she screams, hands scrambling against the desk. Her pussy grips me like a vice, wet and tight, and I groan, grabbing her hips to keep her still as I start fucking her deep.

“This what you wanted?” I grunt, slamming into her over and over. “Wanted your student to wreck this pussy?”

She’s sobbing now, moans loud as I pound into her. “Y-yes! Oh god, yes—!”

I reach around and grab her throat, pulling her up against me. Her back presses against my chest, and I can feel her heartbeat racing. “Say it again,” I growl in her ear. “Say you’re a Queen of Spades.”

She shudders, her cunt clenching around me. “I’m… I’m a Queen of Spades,” she gasps. “Only for black cock—only for *you*!”

I fuck her harder, slamming her back against the desk. Her tits bounce with every thrust, and I can feel her tightening, about to break.

“Come for me,” I command, fingers digging into her hips. “Come on this dick, teacher.”

She screams when she does, her whole body shaking as she falls apart. The way her pussy milks me pushes me over the edge, and I groan, burying myself deep as I pump her full.

When I finally pull out, she collapses onto the desk, breathless, legs still trembling. I tuck myself back into my jeans and smirk down at her.

“Guess I aced this lesson.”

She just moans, too fucked-out to answer.