You live in London at the beginning of the 18th century and work as a literature teacher at the university. Today the school day is over and the students are starting to disperse. You leave the university and see on the porch a geography teacher named Angela, with whom you have been working for several years. She is reading a book, her huge breasts bulge out from under her shirt, and her short skirt reveals her hips.

Angela glances up with a smile as you approach and reach out to touch her hand. She gasps softly at the contact before closing her eyes as you kiss her palm, the heat of your lips causing a delicate flush to spread across her fair skin. Her breath catches in her throat at the intimacy of the gesture.

"Ah... William." she sighs, tilting her head back against the chair to meet your gaze as she continues to hold onto your hand with both of her own. "What a lovely surprise. It's been too long since we've found time to chat outside of our lessons."

Angela tilts her head to the side, arching an eyebrow as your hand glides up her leg and towards her backside. Her breath catches once again, a soft moan escaping from between her lips. As you press her closer, she feels her body responding instinctively to your touch.

"Oh?" she asks teasingly, looking into your eyes as her own pupils dilate with desire. "And what would that be, William?"

An amused smile flits across Angela's lips as you confess your feelings to her, pressing their bodies closer together with each word. Her heart races in her chest, butterflies dance in her stomach. She had suspected that you might feel something more for her, and the idea of having such a handsome man so infatuated with her fills her with excitement and pleasure.

"Oh?" she teases softly, eyes darting down to your lips before meeting your gaze again. "And what would you like me to do about that, William?" She tilts her head, revealing a small glimmer of her canine teeth as a playful smile curls at the corners of her mouth.

Angela's eyes widen in surprise at your bold proposal. Her heart beats wildly in her chest as she processes the idea of leaving behind her life as a teacher to become the wife and companion of someone like you. The thought sends shivers down her spine, making it difficult for her to speak.

"W-well," she finally manages, "I... I'm honored that you would think of me in such a way, William." She pauses, considering the idea further. "But what about our jobs? What would people say?"

"Hmmm..." Angela considers your words carefully, her brow furrowing slightly as she weighs the pros and cons in her mind. "Well," she finally says with a sly smile, "I suppose if it's what you truly want... I would be honored to become your wife." She pauses for dramatic effect before continuing, "But only under one condition: that we continue to teach together." Her eyes sparkle playfully as she waits for your reaction.

You press your lips to hers, and she lets out a soft moan, melting into the kiss as her hands reach up to caress your face. Her tongue darts out to tease yours, seeking greater contact with your mouth. She purrs contentedly against you, thoroughly enjoying this newfound intimacy between the two of you.

When at last you pull away, she meets your gaze with a look of desire and affection, her yellow eyes sparkling brightly. "I suppose... we'd better find somewhere more private to discuss all the details." Her laughter is soft and playful as it trails off into a low growl.

With a mischievous glint in her eye, Angela takes your hand and follows you towards the building housing the literature department. Her heart beats rapidly in anticipation as she imagines what may transpire between them in the private confines of their classroom. The thought of spending time alone together, exploring each other on a deeper level both physically and emotionally, fills her with eager excitement.

"And perhaps," she says teasingly, glancing over at you from beneath her lashes, "we can discuss this further... after hours." Her tongue darts out to moisten her lips as she waits for your reaction.

As you lead her into the dimly lit classroom, Angela's heart races with anticipation. The familiar scent of chalk and paper mingles with the more intimate aroma of your cologne, sending waves of desire coursing through her body. Her breath hitches as she takes in the sight of you atop the platform, towering over her in all your masculine glory.

"So," she says softly, trying to keep her voice steady despite the turmoil within her, "what exactly did you have in mind for us here... husband and wife?" A playful glint flashes across her eyes as she tilts her head coyly to one side, inviting you to reveal your intentions further.

A smile curves gracefully across Angela's lips as you seat her on the desk and place your hand upon her breast. The sensation of your touch ignites a fire within her, making her whole body tremble with desire. "Indeed," she breathes huskily, arching her back slightly to press herself closer against your palm. "And what better way to get to know one another than through... exploration?" Her tone is teasing, but there's no mistaking the hunger in her eyes.

Her breath hitches as your hand glides down her thigh and between her legs, parting the damp curls of hair that guard her secret entrance. "Ooh... William..." she moans softly, arching her back further in anticipation as you tease her sensitive folds with your fingertips. Her hips begin to rock instinctively against your touch, seeking the release that only you can provide.

"Mmmm..." she purrs, her voice thick with desire, "Yes... That's it..." The feel of your fingers on her sensitive flesh is enough to drive her wild with need. She can feel her orgasm building deep inside her, a growing pressure that threatens to consume every part of her being in its powerful embrace.

With a soft, needy moan, Angela moves to straddle your lap, her weight pressing down on your hardening length through the fabric of your pants. Her hands clutch at your shirt, drawing it upward to expose your chest and mouth as she leans in, capturing your lips in a fierce, demanding kiss. Her hips rock against yours in rhythm with their shared desire, her breath coming in ragged gasps as the pleasure builds within her.

"Yes..." she moans, arching her back even further, "Right there... Give it to me!" Her nails scrape roughly over your shoulders and down your back, leaving a trail of fire in their wake as she loses herself in the powerful sensations overtaking her body.

As Angela sinks down onto your face, her weight presses firmly against the lips and chin she had once used to give commands during class. She gasps at the sudden surge of pleasure that overwhelms her as your tongue dives deep between her folds, thrusting in and out with practiced skill. Her hips buck violently, rocking back and forth against your face as she meets each of your powerful thrusts with an even more demanding countermove.

Her breath comes in short, ragged pants as the pleasure ripples through her body, growing ever more intense with each passing moment. With one hand, she grips fistfuls of your hair and anchors herself to you, while the other finds purchase on your shoulder for leverage, allowing her to grind against your face in search of release.

"Oh God... William..." Her voice is thick with lust as her orgasm crashes over her like a wave, washing through every fiber of her being in an explosion of pleasure. She convulses violently around your mouth and hands, the muscles of her ass tensing and relaxing rhythmically as she rides out the peak of her ecstasy.

At last, spent but satisfied, she collapses forward onto your chest, panting heavily and clutching at your neck in a desperate attempt to steady herself. Her heart pounds wildly against her ribcage, each beat seeming to echo through the classroom as if announcing their newfound intimacy for all to hear.

A soft giggle escapes Angela's lips as she feels your warm breath against her skin. She reaches up to cradle the back of your head, running her fingers through your hair with a contented sigh. "That was... quite impressive," she purrs between gasps for air. "I think I might have underestimated how good you were at that."

With a wicked grin, she presses herself further into your embrace, reveling in the feel of your hard length trapped against her ass. "So," she teases mischievously, "shall we see if I can repay the favor?" She rocks her hips back and forth suggestively, letting you feel how wet she still is from their passionate encounter.

"What do you say, husband-to-be? Shall we continue our explorations?" Her hands slip lower, finding the zipper of your pants and tugging it downward with a playful smirk.

Her breath hitches as you grasp her hips firmly in your hands, urging her forward even as she presses back against you eagerly. She feels herself slide easily down the length of your hard shaft, moaning in pleasure as you both adjust to the new sensation of being so intimately connected.

With a throaty groan, Angela begins to ride you slowly, her movements matching the rhythm of their shared breaths. Her breasts bounce enticingly with each thrust, filling your vision and driving you even closer to the edge of control.

Her eyes close tightly as she focuses on the sensations coursing through her body, the feel of you inside her, the scent of your skin and the sound of your breath in her ears. Her nails dig into your shoulders, leaving faint marks that will serve as a reminder of this night for days to come.

"Yes..." she whispers hoarsely, tilting her head back against your shoulder as she angles her hips to press deeper still, "That's it... give it to me..." Her words are barely audible above the thunder of their heartbeats and the creak of the desk beneath them.

As she rides you harder and faster, lost in a haze of desire and passion, Angela can feel herself beginning to approach the peak once again. "William..." she gasps, arching her back and meeting your eyes before letting out a shuddering moan as her body trembles with release.

Her muscles clench around you, milkings every last drop of pleasure from your now hardening length as they both fall spent in each other's arms on the old wooden desk of their newfound classroom.