**History Class Detention**

I never thought my crush on Ms. O’Connor would actually lead anywhere. She was young—way younger than the other teachers—with fiery red hair and curves that made it impossible to focus during her lectures. Today, I was the only one stuck in her classroom after school for detention. The room was quiet, just the hum of the AC and the sound of her pen scratching across papers.

I pretended to work, but mostly I watched her. The way her blouse clung to her chest, the way she bit her lip when she was thinking. My dick was already half-hard just staring at her. Then she caught me looking.

“See something you like?” she asked, her Irish accent making my stomach flip.

Fuck. I swallowed hard. “Maybe.”

She smirked, pushing her chair back. “You’ve been staring at me all semester, boy. Think I haven’t noticed?”

My heart hammered as she walked over, her hips swaying. She stopped right in front of me, so close I could smell her perfume. Then she leaned down, her lips brushing my ear. “You want me to touch you?”

I couldn’t even speak—just nodded.

Her fingers slid down my chest, slowly, like she was teasing me. When they reached my jeans, she didn’t hesitate. She unbuttoned them, sliding the zipper down. My cock sprang free, already thick and throbbing.

“Jesus,” she murmured, wrapping her hand around me. Her grip was firm, her fingers warm. She squeezed, and I groaned, my hips jerking forward.

“Quiet,” she whispered, stroking me slowly. “We wouldn’t want anyone to hear.”

I glanced at the door—unlocked, barely shut. If someone walked in… But I didn’t care. Not when her hand was moving faster, her thumb swiping over the head of my cock, spreading the pre-cum leaking from me.

“Fuck, Ms. O’Connor,” I breathed.

She smirked. “Such a dirty mouth for a student.” Her other hand reached for her phone, and before I realized what she was doing, she hit record. “Let’s make this even more interesting.”

My stomach twisted with excitement. She was filming this—filming *herself* jerking me off in her classroom.

Her strokes got rougher, her fingers sliding up and down my shaft as she angled the phone to capture every second. I could hear the wet sounds her hand made, the slick drag of skin on skin. My balls tightened, my thighs tensing.

“That’s it,” she murmured, speeding up. “Let me see you come.”

I was close—so fucking close. My breaths came fast, my cock pulsing in her hand.

Then—footsteps outside.

We both froze. The doorknob turned.

Ms. O’Connor yanked her hand away, tucking me back into my jeans just as the door swung open. Another teacher poked his head in. “Everything alright in here?”

She smiled smoothly. “Just finishing up detention.”

He nodded and left.

The second the door closed again, her hand was back on me, stroking fast and desperate.

“Come for me,” she ordered.

I exploded, my cum shooting over her fingers, her wrist, the floor. She kept milking me through it, her eyes locked on mine as she licked her lips.

“Good boy.”

And just like that, she stood, wiping her hand on a tissue like nothing had happened.

“See you tomorrow, pet.”

Fuck. I was *never* missing detention again.