**Biology Class Detention**

I never thought I’d be staying after school for Ms. Carter’s biology class, but here I was, sitting at my desk while she sat at hers, grading papers. She was in her late twenties, with dark curls piled messily on top of her head, her glasses perched on the tip of her nose. Her white blouse was unbuttoned just enough to tease the swell of her tits, and her skirt hugged her hips in a way that made my dick twitch every time she walked past.

She looked up at me over the rim of her glasses. “You know why you’re here, don’t you?”

I swallowed. “Because I failed the last test?”

She smirked. “Because you *cheated* on the last test.”

She stood up, her heels clicking against the floor as she walked toward me. The way her hips swayed made my mouth go dry. She stopped right in front of my desk, so close I could smell her perfume—something sweet and warm, like vanilla. “What do you think I should do with you, hm?”

Before I could answer, she leaned down, her fingers gripping my tie, pulling me up until our lips were inches apart. “Maybe I should punish you properly.”

Then she kissed me. Hard. Her lips were soft but insistent, her tongue slipping into my mouth before I even had time to react. I moaned into her, my hands instinctively grabbing her hips, but she pulled back just as fast, smirking. “Not so fast.”

She reached into her desk drawer and pulled out a pair of thick silk scarves. Before I knew what was happening, she had my wrists tied to the arms of the chair, tugging the knots tight. My cock strained against my jeans as she straddled my lap, grinding down on me.

“You like this, don’t you?” she whispered, her hands sliding up my chest. “Being tied up for your teacher?”

I could only nod, my breath coming fast.

She unbuttoned my shirt, her nails scratching lightly over my chest before moving lower. She popped the button of my jeans, sliding the zipper down agonizingly slow. When she finally pulled my cock free, I groaned at the cold air hitting my heated skin.

Ms. Carter licked her lips. “Let’s see if you can learn something today after all.”

Then she sank down onto her knees between my legs, her fingers wrapping around the base of my dick, stroking me slowly as she leaned in. The first swipe of her tongue over my tip had me jerking against the restraints. She smirked, then took me into her mouth, inch by inch, until my cock hit the back of her throat.

“Fuck,” I choked out, my hips bucking. But she had me trapped—bound and at her mercy.

She sucked me deep, her lips tight around my shaft, her tongue swirling under the head every time she pulled back. The wet, filthy sounds of her mouth working me filled the empty classroom, and I could feel my balls tightening already.

When she pulled off with a pop, my dick was slick with her spit. She licked a stripe from base to tip, her eyes locked on mine. “You’re going to come for me,” she murmured, “but not yet.”

Then she climbed back onto my lap, grinding her soaked panties against my cock. I could feel her heat through the thin fabric, hear the quiet little whimpers she made as she rubbed against me.

“Ms. Carter,” I groaned, “please—I need—”

She cut me off with another kiss, her hips rolling in slow, teasing circles. “You’ll take what I give you,” she breathed against my lips. Then she reached between us, hooking her fingers into her panties and pulling them aside.

The first press of my cock against her wet pussy was electric. She sank down onto me slowly, her cunt stretching around my length, her breath hitching as she took every inch.

“Oh god,” I gasped, my fingers clenching helplessly in the restraints.

She moaned as she started to ride me, her hips rolling in tight, deliberate motions, her clit rubbing against me with every movement. Her nails dug into my shoulders as she took me deeper, her tits bouncing with each thrust.

“Fuck, you feel *good*,” she panted, her voice broken. “You’re gonna make me come all over your cock.”

I could feel it—the way her pussy clenched around me, the way her breath came faster. She leaned in, her lips crashing against mine as she kept riding me, her moans muffled against my mouth.

Then she shuddered, her whole body tightening as she came, her cunt pulsing around my dick. The sensation pushed me over the edge—I groaned, thrusting up into her as deep as I could as I came, filling her up.

She collapsed against me, her breath hot against my neck. “Good boy,” she murmured, pressing a soft kiss to my lips before pulling back.

As she untied my wrists, she smirked. “Detention tomorrow?”

Fuck. I’d be failing every test from now on.