**After School Detention**

I was failing Mr. Carter’s history class. Badly. Another D on my last test, and I could already hear my mom’s lecture about how “colleges won’t accept a C-average student.” So when he called my name after class, my stomach twisted. I knew what was coming.

“Lori, stay behind for a minute.” He leaned against his desk, arms crossed. Mr. Carter was in his late thirties, dark hair starting to gray, with those sharp hazel eyes that always made my skin prickle. He was hot for a teacher—tall, broad-shouldered, the kind of guy who could’ve played a detective in some crime show.

“You’re slipping,” he said, tapping my test on the desk. “Another one like this, and you won’t pass.”

I swallowed. “I know. I’ll study harder.”

He sighed, rubbing his temple. “You say that every time. But your grades don’t change.” He paused, then smirked. “Unless… there’s something you’re willing to do to change them.”

My heart skipped. The way he was looking at me—like he *knew*—sent a shiver down my spine.

I bit my lip. “What… exactly are you suggesting?”

He walked closer, so close I could smell his cologne—warm, musky. “You’re a smart girl, Lori. I think we can come to an *arrangement*.” His fingers brushed my wrist, just for a second, but it sent heat straight between my legs.

I should’ve said no. But I wanted that A. And… okay, fine, I wanted *him*.

“What do I have to do?” I whispered.

His hand slid up my thigh under my skirt. “Let’s start with you on your knees.”

I didn’t hesitate. I dropped down right there in front of his desk, looking up at him through my lashes. He undid his belt, unzipped his pants, and pulled out his cock—already hard, thick, the tip glistening.

“Good girl,” he murmured, stroking himself. “Now open that pretty mouth.”

I did, my tongue out, and he fed his cock between my lips. The taste of him—salty, musky—made my pussy throb. I sucked him deep, my nose brushing his stomach as he groaned.

“Fuck, you’re good at this,” he muttered, gripping my hair. His hips jerked forward, fucking my mouth, and I moaned around him, my fingers digging into his thighs.

When he pulled out, a string of spit connected us. “Stand up,” he growled.

I obeyed, and he spun me around, bending me over his desk. His hands pushed my skirt up, yanked my panties down, and then his fingers were on my pussy, rubbing my clit.

“Already soaked,” he chuckled. “You’ve been thinking about this, huh?”

I whimpered, pushing back against his hand. “Y-yes.”

He spanked me—hard—and I gasped. “Ask for it, Lori.”

“Please,” I begged. “Please fuck me, Mr. Carter.”

He didn’t make me wait. He shoved his cock inside me in one rough thrust, filling me up so deep I cried out. My fingers scrambled against the desk as he started pounding me, his hips slapping against my ass.

“You like that, baby?” he grunted, gripping my waist. “You like your teacher’s cock?”

“Yes—*fuck*—yes!” I moaned, my pussy clenching around him. I was already about to cum, my clit throbbing with every thrust.

“Then tell me what you want,” he demanded, his breath hot against my neck.

“I want you to give me an A,” I panted. “I—*oh god*—I’ll do anything.”

He laughed darkly, fingers digging into my hips as he fucked me harder. “That’s my girl.”

I came screaming, my whole body shaking as he kept slamming into me. A second later, he groaned, his cock pulsing as he came deep inside me.

When he pulled out, he turned me around, tucking himself back into his pants like nothing happened. He wiped my lip with his thumb, smirking. “See you tomorrow, Lori. Don’t forget your homework.”

I was still trembling when I left, my panties stuffed in my bag, my pussy sore. And when I got my next test back?

A+.