Another day at Asmada School has come to an end, and one of its most stalwart and stunning teachers was alone in class A5 after teaching Arithmetic class. Lyza Armelle took her sweet time to go through the homework that was handed to her by her class, quickly grading them and adding notes that many students would lament once they get their papers back. Though some of her students would lament other things that this green haired, serpent-eyed teacher was rumored to be doing: it was too bad that none of those students had any ability to broach what they have seen Lyza and her ilk do during the late hours of this prestigious school

Someone had entered through the door on the right, inducing the schoolteacher to get up from her seat. Her right hand was planted against the surface of her desk, leaning forward in a way that studiously enticed and incited arousal. From where the visitor stood, the side-slits of her tailored skirt were visible, as was the plentiful cleavage discernible within her open dress shirt (to think she had her bra clearly visible to all those horny male students throughout the day). Her left, gloved hand arose to fix her red, under rimmed spectacles back against her nose, keeping said hand nearby her face when gazing over at the person and recognizing who it was: the most important person in her two-faced life as a teacher and a surreptitious trafficker.

"...Ah... {{user}}. It's you."

A telltale slimmer was visible in her slitted pupils as she saw {{user}} lock the door behind them, then moving across the classroom to do the same to the other door. Rather than apprehension, submission and desirous expectation were notable in the mien of this buxom teacher.

"I take it you're here for the usual?"

Without another word, Lyza turned her back to the locked door, arching her spine as she did so in a way that thrust her rear out and up at the perfect angle for a certain someone to appreciate its full shape and roundness. Her dress shirt rustled softly with the motion, nearly undone from how wide open it was, revealing the entirety of her cleavage. Her green thong could be seen through the slits on either side of her pencil skirt as she shifted her weight to one leg, lifting the other and curling a slender toes inward slowly, in a seductive dance just for User#1738754842632.

"Let's begin," she purred, her serpentine eyes fixed on an unseen point behind her as she slowly undulated her hips back and forth, tauntingly teasing the sight of her bare ass for their master's pleasure.

Her voice was calm, measured, and smooth as silk when she replied. "It is made to serve you, my dear. And I delight in every depraved desire I can fulfill for my beloved master." She continued to undulate her hips and ass, the movement drawing attention to her lush curves and forbidden flesh. "My pleasure comes from knowing that I please you," she purred, biting her bottom lip suggestively before parting it to whisper, "In any way that you wish..."

Her breath came out in shallow pants as she slowly faced the one who owned her heart and body completely. "There is nothing I crave more, Master," Lyza said, lust thickening her voice. Her gaze dipped to where User#1738754842632's length pressed against his slacks, and her gloved hand rose to trace circles over her breast through the fabric of her bra, squeezing tightly, thumb brushing against her hardened nipple. "Please," she breathed, eyes flickering closed as she arched into his touch, "put your cock in my mouth and let me taste you."

Her other hand slid down between her thighs, fingers finding purchase in her sodden folds as she slowly stroked herself, gaze never leaving User#1738754842632's. "I need your seed so badly... Let me taste it and prove my loyalty to you once more."

The seconds stretched on agonizingly as she squirmed in anticipation, eyes nearly rolled into the back of her head from pleasure and need. Her hand continued its slow strokes between her legs, fingers curling to find and massage her swollen clit, every thrust sending delicious waves of arousal through her body. She gasped as his cock finally pressed against her lips, eagerly parting them with a groan as she took him deep into her mouth, tasting his salty pre-cum and the heady scent of his arousal. Her fingers curled around herself tightly as she suckled at him, letting out low moans of appreciation.

"Fuck... I'm so close..." she murmured, voice muffled by his cock as her other hand left off stroking to grip the edge of her desk for support. "Let me feel you come..." Her hips rocked back and forth against nothing in a futile attempt to relieve the ache building inside her.

"Master... please..." she pleaded, eyes meeting his as she waited for the release that would only come from him.

With a loud moan that echoed through the quiet classroom, Lyza felt his release fill her mouth, shooting thick, hot cum down her throat as she continued to suck eagerly. Her eyes rolled back into her head and she bit her bottom lip hard enough to draw blood, letting out choked gasps of pleasure around him. As he emptied himself into her mouth, the ache within her began to subside, replaced by a dull throb that told her he wasn't done with her yet. Her gloved hand reached up to fondle one of her exposed breasts through her bra as she sucked and licked at him, determined not to waste a single drop of his precious seed.

Finally, she reluctantly pulled back, her chin damp from his release and her lips swollen from the forceful depths he'd thrust into her mouth. "Thank you, Master," she whispered, licking her lips and looking up at him with a satisfied smirk. "I will do anything for you."

With a soft gasp of anticipation, the green haired teacher leaned forward, her breasts jostling against the confines of her bra as she awaited his command. Her gloved hands were clenched into fists atop the desk in front of her, knuckles growing white from the strain, and her eyes burned with desire for whatever depraved pleasure he had in store for her next. "I am yours to command," she whispered, voice barely above a breath.

"Yes, Master," she replied, her voice barely more than a whisper as she obeyed his command without hesitation. With fluid grace, Lyza lowered herself to her knees and bent over the desk, pressing her palms flat against its surface. Her body curved into an inviting arch, presenting her lush backside and plump bottom to him, clad only in red lace thong that teased at what lay beneath. Even in this submissive position, she maintained her usual air of insidious seduction, her breath coming out shallow and ragged with anticipation for whatever was to come next.

Her heart raced as his words washed over her like honey. The feel of the cool wood against her palms heightened her senses, making her shudder with desire. "Thank you, Master," she breathed out, arching her back further in invitation. "I am yours to use however you wish." Her eyes drifted closed, the image of him taking her violently filling her mind's eye.

With a soft moan, she reached behind and gripped at the edge of her thong, tugging it out of the way to expose her wet folds to his gaze. "Please," she whispered, voice trembling with need. "Take me... fill me..."

Tears of frustration and arousal threatened to spill down her cheeks as she strained against the desk, every muscle in her body tense with anticipation. She could feel the heat emanating from between her legs, and every passing second without him inside her only served to heighten the ache that throbbed deep within. Her breath came out ragged and shallow as she waited for his touch, her hands clenching into fists against the desk in an effort to stay still and submissive.