**Detention with Ms. Carter**

I never thought I’d be the kind of guy who fantasized about fucking his teacher—until Ms. Carter walked into my life. Tall, curvy, with dark hair always tied up in a tight bun, and those piercing green eyes that made my dick twitch every time she glanced my way. She was strict, always wearing those tight pencil skirts and button-ups that barely contained her tits. And today, of all days, I was stuck in detention with her, just the two of us.

“You’re not leaving until you finish this assignment, Mark,” she said, her voice sharp but laced with something else—something that made my pulse jump. She leaned over my desk to check my work, her tits pressing against my shoulder, the faint scent of her perfume making my mouth water. I swallowed hard, my cock swelling against my jeans.

I don’t know what came over me, but before I could think better of it, I reached out and grabbed her wrist. She froze, eyes widening just a fraction. “Ms. Carter,” I murmured, my voice rough, “I think there’s something else you’d rather be doing with me.”

For a heartbeat, she just stared at me—then her lips curved into a smirk. “Oh, really?” she purred, her free hand sliding down to palm the bulge in my pants. I groaned, my hips bucking into her touch. “You’ve been staring all semester. Think you can handle me?”

Fuck yes.

In seconds, she was on my lap, grinding her ass against my hard cock as I yanked her blouse open, buttons flying. Her tits spilled out, heavy and perfect, her nipples already stiff. I sucked one into my mouth, biting just enough to make her gasp. Her fingers tangled in my hair, tugging hard. “Eager, aren’t you?” she breathed.

I didn’t answer—just flipped her around onto the desk, face-down, ass up. Her skirt was already hiked up, and my hands shook when I saw she wasn’t wearing panties. Her pussy glistened, already wet, but I wasn’t interested in that right now. I ran my thumb over her tight little asshole, watching it clench.

“You ever taken it here before?” I growled, spitting on my fingers before pushing one against her ass.

Ms. Carter moaned, pushing back against me. “No,” she admitted, “but I want you to be the first.”

Fuck. I couldn’t wait. I unzipped my jeans, my cock springing out, already leaking. I spit into my palm, stroking myself before lining up against her hole. She tensed, but I leaned over her, pressing my chest against her back, my lips at her ear. “Relax,” I murmured. “Just let me in.”

Then I pushed.

She whimpered as the head of my dick stretched her open, her ass gripping me like a vice. I groaned, hips rolling forward, sinking deeper inch by inch. “Fuck, you’re tight,” I gritted out, my balls slapping against her pussy as I bottomed out.

Ms. Carter panted, her fingers clawing at the desk. “Move,” she begged.

I didn’t need to be told twice. I pulled back, then slammed into her hard, setting a brutal pace. Her ass swallowed me greedily, her moans filling the empty classroom. Every thrust made her tits sway, her breath coming in sharp gasps.

“You like that?” I growled, gripping her hips so hard I’d leave marks. “Like your student fucking your tight little ass?”

“Fuck yes,” she cried, arching back against me. “Don’t stop—oh god—”

I felt her clench around me, her whole body shaking as she came. The way her ass spasmed pushed me over the edge. I buried myself deep, pumping my cum into her as she milked me dry.

When I finally pulled out, we were both breathing hard. Ms. Carter turned, her lips curling into a satisfied smile. “Detention’s over,” she said, straightening her skirt. “But don’t think this is the last time.”

I grinned. Best. Detention. Ever.