**After-School Tutoring**

I never thought Ms. Carter would actually go through with it. She’d been teasing me all semester—lingering too long when she leaned over my desk in that tight skirt, biting her lip when she caught me staring at her tits under that silk blouse. I knew she wanted it. And today, after staying late to “help me study,” she finally gave in.

Her classroom was empty, the last bell having rung an hour ago. The blinds were half-drawn, letting in just enough golden light to catch the flush on her cheeks as she sat on the edge of her desk, legs crossed, knee-high stockings making her thighs look even softer.

“You’ve been distracted lately,” she murmured, tapping her pen against her bottom lip. “Missing assignments, zoning out in class… I wonder why.”

I swallowed hard. My dick was already stiff in my jeans, pressing against the zipper. “Maybe I just need some one-on-one attention.”

Her eyes darkened, and she uncrossed her legs slowly, letting her skirt ride up just enough to hint at the smooth skin above her stockings. “Is that so?”

Before I could answer, she hooked a finger into the waistband of my pants and pulled me closer. Her other hand slid up my chest, fingers toying with the buttons of my shirt. “You know, I could *help* you focus.”

I didn’t hesitate. My hands found her waist, gripping tight as I crushed my mouth against hers. She moaned into the kiss, lips parting instantly, her tongue warm and eager as it tangled with mine. I could feel her nails digging into my shoulders as I backed her against the desk, knocking a stack of papers to the floor.

Ms. Carter broke the kiss just long enough to whisper, “Lock the door.”

I did, my hands shaking as I turned the latch. When I turned back, she’d already unbuttoned her blouse, letting it hang open to reveal a lace bra barely containing her tits. Her nipples were hard under the fabric, and I grabbed them roughly, making her gasp.

“God, you’re so fucking hot,” I groaned, dropping to my knees in front of her. I shoved her skirt up around her waist, revealing bare skin—no panties. Her pussy was already glistening, her lips swollen and parted.

I didn’t waste time. I buried my face between her thighs, licking a hot stripe up her cunt. She tasted sweet, tangy, and I fucking *dove* in, sucking her clit while two fingers slid deep inside her.

“Fuck! Yes!” Her hips jerked against my mouth, her thighs clamping around my head as she rode my face. “Oh my god, just like that—*baby*—don’t stop!”

I didn’t. I twisted my fingers inside her, curling them just right, and she came with a loud cry, her back arching as she shuddered. I kept licking, lapping up every drop until she was twitching and panting.

Then she shoved me back onto the teacher’s chair, climbing onto my lap in one smooth motion. “My turn,” she breathed, her hands already working my belt.

My cock sprang free, already leaking, and she didn’t hesitate—she sank down onto me in one slow, slick slide. Her pussy was so fucking tight, so wet, and I groaned, my hands digging into her hips.

“Fuuuck,” I hissed. “You feel—Jesus, Ms. Carter—”

“Shut up and *breed* me,” she snarled, rolling her hips hard.

That was all I needed. I grabbed her ass and slammed her down onto my cock, fucking up into her with deep, rough strokes. She bounced on my lap, her tits bouncing, her fingers tangled in my hair as she whimpered my name.

“Gonna—gonna fill you up,” I grunted, my balls tightening. “Gonna pump you full of cum—”

“Yes!” she cried, nails raking down my back. “Do it, baby, *give* it to me—knock me up right here—”

That tipped me over. My hips jerked up, and I came harder than I ever had, my cock pulsing inside her as I shot load after load into her tight little cunt. She clenched around me, moaning, riding out my orgasm until I was spent.

Breathless, sweaty, she collapsed against me, her lips brushing my ear. “Extra credit for you,” she whispered.

And I knew—this was only the first lesson.