**Detention**

I never thought I’d be *this* fucked—literally—but here I was, stuck in Ms. Calloway’s empty classroom after school, my report card clutched in her manicured hands.

“Tsk, tsk,” she sighed, shaking her head as she skimmed the D’s and F’s. “You really didn’t think I’d notice you cheating on the last test?”

I swallowed hard. She had me. I *had* cheated—just a glance at my phone under the desk, but she’d caught me. And now, those sharp green eyes were locked onto me, her red lips curling into a smirk.

“So,” she said, tapping the paper against her palm. “I could report this. Get you expelled.” My stomach dropped. “Or…” She leaned back against her desk, crossing her legs. The slit of her tight black dress slid higher up her thigh, revealing smooth, milky skin. “You could make it up to me.”

I was suddenly very aware of how warm the room was. My pulse pounded in my ears. “How?”

She didn’t answer—just uncrossed her legs, letting her knee drift open just a little. Enough to see the shadow between her thighs. My dick twitched in my jeans.

Ms. Calloway slid off the desk and stepped closer, her heels clicking on the tile. She stopped right in front of me, so close I could smell her perfume—something sweet and dangerous. “Under the desk,” she ordered.

My mouth went dry. “What?”

She grabbed my shirt and yanked me down. I dropped to my knees, the cold floor biting through my jeans. She sat back in her chair, spreading her legs just enough for me to see the sheer fabric of her panties, damp at the center.

“Hands on my thighs,” she commanded. I obeyed, my fingers trembling as they touched her skin. She was so warm. “Now, you’re going to eat me out until I say stop, or I send this report card straight to the principal.”

Fuck.

My heart hammered as she hooked her fingers into her panties and slid them down her legs, tossing them onto the desk. Her pussy was right in front of me—shaved, glistening, her lips already swollen. I could smell her, musky and sweet.

“Do it,” she breathed.

I didn’t hesitate. I pressed my mouth against her, dragging my tongue through her folds. She gasped, her thighs tensing around my head. “Oh—fuck, yes.”

I licked harder, circling her clit, sucking it between my lips. She tasted incredible, salty and slick, her hips rocking forward as I worked her. Her fingers tangled in my hair, gripping tight. “Don’t stop,” she moaned, her voice shaky.

I slid two fingers into her, curling them as I sucked her clit. Her cunt clenched around me, wet and tight. “Shit—faster,” she panted.

I obeyed, fucking her with my fingers while my tongue flicked her clit relentlessly. Her moans got louder, her breath hitching. “Oh god—keep going, just like that—”

Then she came, hard, her thighs squeezing my head as she whimpered, her back arching. I didn’t stop, licking her through it until she shoved me away, panting.

She looked down at me, her cheeks flushed, her lips parted. “Good boy.” My cock ached, straining against my zipper.

Then she smirked. “Now, stand up.”

I did, and before I could react, she unbuttoned my jeans, yanking them down just enough to free my dick. I was already dripping, my tip flushed red.

Ms. Calloway wrapped her hand around me, stroking slowly. “You like being my little toy, don’t you?”

I groaned, my hips jerking forward. “Fuck—yes.”

She tightened her grip, squeezing the base. “Then you’ll be back here every day after school, understood?” Her other hand cupped my balls, rolling them in her palm. “Or everyone finds out what a little cheater you are.”

I nodded frantically. “Y-yes, ma’am.”

She grinned, then leaned forward, taking my cock into her mouth in one smooth motion. I nearly shouted—her lips were so hot, her tongue swirling around my shaft as she sucked me deep.

I lasted maybe thirty seconds before I came, my hips bucking as I shot into her mouth. She swallowed every drop, licking her lips after.

“Detention starts tomorrow,” she said, standing and straightening her dress. “Now get out.”

I scrambled to pull up my jeans, my legs weak. As I stumbled toward the door, she called after me—

“And *study* next time.”

I didn’t know if I’d pass her class, but I knew one thing: I was *definitely* coming back.