**Detention Turns Dirty**

I never thought I’d be the kind of guy to get detention, but there I was, stuck in Mr. Henderson’s empty classroom after school. And then she walked in—Emma, the quiet girl from my chemistry class, biting her lip like she was nervous about something.

“Detention?” I asked, leaning back in my chair.

She nodded, sliding into the desk next to mine. “Missed too many assignments.”

We sat in silence for a while, the clock ticking loudly. Then she turned to me, her cheeks flushed. “You ever think about… how boring this place is?”

I smirked. “Yeah. What’d you have in mind?”

Emma didn’t answer with words. Instead, she stood up, walked over, and straddled my lap right there in the chair. Her skirt rode up, and I could feel the heat of her pussy through my jeans. I was already hard.

“Fuck,” I groaned, grabbing her hips.

She ground down on me, her breath hitching. “I’ve watched you in class. The way you stare at me.”

“Because you’re hot as hell,” I growled, sliding my hands under her shirt to squeeze her tits.

Emma moaned, arching into my touch. Then she unbuttoned my jeans, yanking them down just enough to free my cock. It sprang up, thick and aching.

“You’re big,” she whispered, biting her lip.

“Wanna find out how big?”

She didn’t hesitate. Hiking up her skirt, she reached into her panties and pulled them aside, revealing her slick pussy. I could see how wet she was—glistening, ready.

Emma positioned herself over me, then sank down slowly, taking my cock inch by inch. Her cunt was tight, so fucking tight, and she gasped as I filled her.

“Oh my god,” she whimpered, rolling her hips.

I gripped her ass, helping her move, driving deeper with every bounce. The sound of skin slapping filled the room, and Emma’s moans got louder.

“Faster,” she begged, nails digging into my shoulders.

I flipped her onto the desk, spreading her legs wide. Her pussy was dripping, and I slammed back into her, watching her tits jiggle with every thrust.

“You like my cock?” I grunted, pounding her hard.

“Yes, yes—fuck me harder!”

I did. I fucked her until her legs shook, until her moans turned into screams. But I wasn’t done yet.

Pulling out, I spun her onto her stomach, pushing her over the desk. “Ever done anal?”

Emma shivered but nodded. “Just—go slow.”

I spat on my fingers, circling her tight little asshole before pressing one in. She clenched around me, whimpering.

“You can take it,” I murmured, lining my cock up.

With one hard thrust, I pushed into her ass. Emma gasped, her back arching. Her ass was even tighter than her pussy, gripping me like a vice.

“Holy shit,” she panted.

I grabbed her hips, fucking her ass deep and slow, feeling every inch of her. The desk creaked beneath us, and Emma’s moans turned broken, desperate.

“Come for me,” I growled, slamming into her.

Her whole body tensed, her ass squeezing me as she came hard. That was all it took—I buried myself deep and shot my load inside her, groaning her name.

We collapsed onto the desk, panting.

“Detention’s not so bad now,” Emma giggled, still catching her breath.

I smirked. “We should skip class more often.”