**Detention Turns Dirty**

The last bell had rung an hour ago, and I was the only one left in Ms. Carter’s classroom. She was bent over her desk, grading papers, her tight pencil skirt stretched over her juicy ass. I had been fantasizing about her all year—that raspy voice, those long legs, the way her tits strained against her button-up when she reached for the whiteboard.

“Mr. Parker,” she said without looking up, “you realize detention isn’t optional, right? Staring at me won’t make the time go faster.”

I smirked, pulling my phone from my pocket. “Actually, I think it might.” I swiped to the video and hit play—Ms. Carter on her knees in the faculty lounge, sucking off Coach Harris while Principal Reeves fucked her from behind. Her head snapped up, face draining of color.

“How did you—”

“Doesn’t matter,” I said, walking closer, my cock already hard. “What matters is what happens next.” I dropped my backpack on the floor, unzipping it to pull out a set of restraints. Her breath hitched as she realized what I’d planned.

“You little shit,” she hissed, but there was no heat in it—just fear and something else. Excitement.

“Strip,” I ordered.

Her fingers trembled as she undid the buttons of her blouse, revealing a lacy black bra. Her tits looked even better than I imagined—full, heavy, nipples already stiff. She pushed the skirt down her hips, stepping out of it in those sinful heels. Black thong. Fuck.

I grabbed her wrist, yanking her against me. “You’re gonna be a good girl, right?” I nipped her earlobe, feeling her shiver. “Or do I need to send that video to the school board?”

She whimpered, biting her lip, but her cunt was dripping—I could smell it.

The door creaked open. Three of my buddies strolled in, smirking. “Told you he’d get her ready for us,” Jake said, already palming his dick through his jeans.

Ms. Carter gasped, trying to cover herself, but I shoved her hands down. “Nah, let them see what a slut you really are.”

They circled her like wolves, grabbing at her tits, ass, spreading her legs. Mark shoved two fingers into her pussy, groaning. “Fuck, she’s soaked.”

I unbuckled my pants, freeing my cock. “On your knees, Ms. Carter.”

She dropped like she was made for it, mouth open. I slapped my dick against her tongue, watching her eyes water as I shoved deep. She gagged, spit running down her chin, but her hands were already working Jake’s zipper, taking his thick cock next.

Mark yanked her thong aside, driving into her pussy from behind. She screamed around my dick, back arching. “That’s it, take it,” he grunted, slamming into her.

Jake grabbed her hair, pulling her off me just long enough to plaster her face with his cum. She licked her lips, moaning, as I lined up and fucked her throat again.

Then it was my turn in her cunt. I flipped her onto the desk, spreading her legs wide. Her pussy was stretched, messy, clit swollen. I didn’t care. I drove into her, balls-deep, her nails clawing at the wood.

“Fuck, she’s tight,” I growled.

Mark spat on her asshole, pressing a thumb in. She sobbed, but her hips rocked back, begging for more.

We took turns—mouth, pussy, ass—filling every hole until she was a whimpering, cum-drenched mess.

When we were done, I tucked my phone away, patting her cheek. “Detention’s over, Ms. Carter. See you tomorrow?”

She just nodded, legs shaking.

Best. Blackmail. Ever.