**Secret in the School Washroom**

I never thought I’d end up here—locked inside the girls’ washroom with *her*, Ms. Carter, the English teacher half the school jerked off to at night. She was older, early thirties maybe, with curves that made my dick twitch every time she bent over a desk. But right now, she wasn’t just some fantasy. Her lips were on mine, warm and soft, her tongue sliding into my mouth as her fingers twisted in my shirt.

“We shouldn’t be doing this,” she whispered between kisses, but her hips rolled against mine like she didn’t give a fuck. Her perfume was expensive, something sweet and deep, and the way her tits pressed into my chest made me groan.

I pulled back just enough to look at her—dark eyeliner, full lips still wet from my tongue, cheeks flushed. “Then why are we?”

She smirked and bit her bottom lip, her hand sliding down my stomach. “Because I saw the way you look at me in class.” Her fingers found the bulge in my jeans, rubbing slow circles over my dick through the denim. My breath hitched. “Because I *like* it.”

Fuck.

Her hand popped the button on my jeans, then the zipper, tugging them down just enough for my cock to spring free, already hard as hell. She sank to her knees right there on the washroom floor, her skirt riding up her thighs, and I could see the black lace of her panties underneath.

“You ever had a teacher suck your cock before?” she murmured, her breath hot against my tip.

“Fuck, no,” I choked out.

She grinned, licking a slow stripe up my shaft. “Good.”

Then her lips wrapped around me, taking me deep, and my head thudded against the stall door. Her mouth was *warm*, tight, her tongue pressing along the underside of my dick as she sucked me all the way down. I groaned, my fingers tangling in her hair, her ponytail unraveling under my grip.

She pulled back with a filthy, wet sound, looking up at me with those dark eyes. “You taste so good.”

Then she swallowed me again, bobbing her head faster, her hand twisting at the base while her lips worked my tip. Every suck sent fire through me, my hips bucking helplessly into her mouth. She moaned around me like she *loved* it, the vibration making my balls tighten.

I could feel her other hand moving between her legs, rubbing herself through her panties, and the thought of her getting off on this nearly made me lose it.

“Ms. Carter—”

“Shh,” she murmured, pulling off just long enough to tease the head with her tongue. “Quiet, baby. Someone might hear.”

Then she took me all the way down her throat, gagging just a little before relaxing into it, her nose pressed against my stomach. I swore, my knees shaking, my fingers tightening in her hair.

“Fuck, I’m close,” I gritted out.

She let me slide out of her mouth, lips glossy with spit, and stroked me fast. “Come on my face,” she whispered, tilting her chin up.

That did it.

With a strangled groan, I came hard, stripes of white painting her lips, her cheeks, her eyelashes. She licked her lips clean, smiling like she’d won something.

The school bell rang outside.

She stood, wiping her chin with her thumb, and tucked me back into my jeans like nothing happened. “See you in class, sweetheart.”

And just like that, she walked out, leaving me breathless, my pulse still pounding.

Fuck. *Fuck.*

Now I *really* wasn’t gonna pay attention in English.