**Detention Desires**

I never thought detention would lead to *this*.

Ms. Tanaka was the new Japanese exchange teacher, all tight skirts and shy smiles. Hot as hell, but off-limits—until today. She stayed late grading papers, and I got stuck cleaning erasers. The moment the last student left, the air between us crackled.

Her fingers tapped the desk nervously. “You should go home,” she murmured, but her dark eyes traced my body.

I stepped closer, heart hammering. “Not yet.”

Her breath hitched when my fingers brushed her thigh. I dared to slide higher, under her pencil skirt, finding bare skin—no panties. “Fuck,” I groaned. Ms. Tanaka bit her lip, legs parting just enough to let me touch her dripping pussy.

I teased her clit, circling slow. She gasped, back arching. “Yes, like that—” Her moan broke when I pushed two fingers inside, her cunt clenching tight. “Oh god, *yes*.”

Her tits strained against her blouse, nipples hard. I ripped it open, buttons flying, and took one stiff peak into my mouth. She cried out, grinding on my fingers, her slick coating my hand.

“Want more?” I growled.

She nodded, frantic, turning to bend over the desk. Her skirt flipped up, exposing her perfect ass. I spit on my cock, rubbing it against her tight little hole. She whined, pushing back.

“Beg for it.”

“*Please,* fuck my ass—”

I shoved in hard. She screamed, her body clamping down like a vice. I gripped her hips, pounding deep, her tightness making my dick throb. “Fuck, you take it so good—”

Ms. Tanaka reached back, spreading her cheeks wider. “Deeper! *Oh god—*”

I pulled her hair, slamming into her until she came, shaking, her ass milking me. I followed, filling her up with hot spurts, both of us collapsing onto the desk in a sweaty, panting mess.

Best. Detention. Ever.