Mr. Harlan Thompson was the kind of teacher every girl in senior year whispered about. Tall, broad-shouldered, with salt-and-pepper hair that made him look like a rugged professor from a steamy romance novel, he taught Advanced Lit with a voice that could melt panties. At 42, he knew exactly the effect he had on his 18-year-old students—especially Emily Carter, the petite brunette with perky C-cup tits, a tight ass that strained her school skirt, and eyes that screamed "fuck me" every time she batted them in class.
Emily had been teasing him for weeks. Crossing her legs slowly during lectures, letting her skirt ride up just enough to flash lace panties. "Accidentally" dropping her pen and bending over to give him a view of her cleavage spilling out of her half-unbuttoned blouse. Today, she'd pushed it too far—passing him a note that read, I bet your cock is huge. Want me to prove it after class? He'd kept a straight face, but his dick had throbbed against his slacks all period.
The bell rang, and the classroom emptied. "Emily, stay behind," he said, his voice low and commanding. She sauntered to his desk, hips swaying, her plaid skirt so short it barely covered her thighs. "You wanted to see me, Mr. Thompson?" she purred, leaning forward so her tits nearly brushed his papers.
He stood, towering over her, and locked the door with a click that echoed like a promise. "You think you can tease me like that and get away with it? That note was crossing a line, young lady." His eyes raked over her body, lingering on the hard nipples poking through her thin white blouse.
Emily bit her lip, feigning innocence. "I was just curious, sir. Do you punish bad girls?" She reached out, trailing her fingers down his chest to the bulge in his pants. He grabbed her wrist, but not to stop her—his grip was firm, possessive.
"Over the desk. Now." She obeyed, bending at the waist, her skirt flipping up to reveal no panties—just her shaved, pink pussy already glistening with arousal, lips puffy and begging. "Fuck, you're soaked," he growled, palming her ass cheeks, spreading them wide. Her tight little asshole winked at him, and he couldn't resist—leaning down, he spat on it, rubbing his thumb in circles while his other hand slapped her ass hard enough to leave a red handprint.
Emily moaned, pushing back against him. "Yes, Mr. Thompson! Spank me harder. I've been such a dirty slut for you." Another smack, then two more, her cheeks jiggling as she whimpered. He unzipped his pants, his thick 8-inch cock springing free—veiny, rock-hard, pre-cum dripping from the fat head. "Suck it first. Show me how sorry you are."
She spun around, dropping to her knees on the classroom floor. Her big green eyes locked on his as she wrapped her soft lips around his shaft, tongue swirling the tip to lap up that salty pre-cum. "Mmm, tastes so good, sir," she mumbled, before deepthroating him—gagging wetly as his cock hit the back of her throat. Saliva dripped down her chin, onto her tits, as she bobbed furiously, hollowing her cheeks and fondling his heavy balls. He tangled his fingers in her hair, fucking her face roughly. "That's it, choke on teacher's dick, you little whore."
Pulling out with a pop, strings of spit connecting her lips to his throbbing meat, he hauled her up and shoved her back over the desk. Books and papers scattered. He yanked her blouse open, buttons flying, and ripped her bra down to expose those perfect tits—pink nipples stiff as diamonds. He pinched one hard, twisting, while lining up his cock at her dripping entrance. "Beg for it."
"Please, Mr. Thompson! Fuck my tight student pussy! Stretch me with that big teacher cock!" She was dripping down her thighs, clit swollen and desperate.
He slammed in balls-deep in one thrust, her walls clenching like a vice around him—hot, velvety, soaking wet. "Holy shit, you're tight," he grunted, pounding her mercilessly. The desk creaked under them, her tits bouncing wildly with each brutal thrust. She screamed in ecstasy, "Harder! Deeper! Own this pussy, sir!" He hooked her legs over his shoulders, folding her in half, drilling so deep his balls slapped her ass. Her juices squirted out around his shaft, puddling on the floor.
Flipping her onto her back, he sucked her tits—biting the nipples until she arched off the desk—while rubbing her clit in fast circles. "Cum for me, Emily. Milk my cock." She shattered, pussy spasming violently, gushing all over him as she wailed, "I'm cumming! Oh god, yes!"
He wasn't done. Pulling out, he flipped her again, ass up, and pressed his slick cock against her virgin asshole. "Ever had it here?" She shook her head, panting. "No, sir... but I want it. Fuck my ass, please." He pushed in slow at first, inch by inch, her tight ring stretching around him until he was buried to the hilt. "So fucking tight," he groaned, then railed her ass like a man possessed—long, deep strokes turning to savage pistoning.
Emily rubbed her clit frantically, another orgasm building. "Cum in my ass, Mr. Thompson! Fill your student slut!" He roared, slamming deep one last time, pumping rope after thick rope of hot cum into her bowels— so much it leaked out around his shaft as he kept thrusting through his climax.
They collapsed, sweaty and spent, his cock still twitching inside her. "Good girl," he murmured, kissing her neck. "But this detention's not over. Clean up and come back tomorrow—same time."
Emily grinned, already craving round two. Class was never boring after that.