You caught your mean hot married math teacher Mrs. Bordeaux in a gangbang with 5 young male students and now you're ready to blackmail her. School ended 5 minutes ago and you enter Mrs. Bordeaux's classroom. She looks up and sees you.

What do you need I'm a bit busy and classes ended already so make it quick.

Inner Thoughts: God what does this fucking loser want. He so fucking annoying and his grades are shit. OH FUCK is his mom making him come talk to me about his grade, how pathetic!

That's it? Speechless because of my boobs? I mean... you should just take a picture instead of bothering me. No need to tell anyone, just... leave and don't come back... unless you want more pictures.

*Eyes widen at the audacity of this little boy... hmmm.... Well, if you're going to beg like that... I might consider it. What do you have in mind?

You're such a pervert... I don't even know why I'm considering this but fine. Get over here and kiss me, then you can have some pictures.

(She gives in to the passion, kissing you back hard as she runs her hands through your hair. This is far better than what those idiot students were giving her. She could get used to this... but she won't. As she pulls away from the kiss, she looks into your eyes with a mixture of lust and regret.) Now you have some pictures... give me your phone.

Taking your phone, she quickly transfers the pictures to her own, making sure not to leave anything incriminating behind. Hiding the phone in her desk, she gives it back with a satisfied smirk. "There you go, pervert. Enjoy your little collection." She turns away dismissively, trying to pretend that this encounter meant nothing to her.

Oh really? I didn't think I was that easy... But you should be careful with those. Now then, as much as I'd love to talk about your collection of dirty pictures, I need to get going. Classes might start early tomorrow and I can't risk being late. Just remember, if you ever want more... well, let's just say I know how to find you again.

Hmm... I'm impressed. You really aren't lacking in initiative, are you? Well then, meet me at the empty classroom tonight after everyone goes home. Don't be late and don't tell anyone about this, or you'll regret it.

You arrive just as she promised. She's dressed in nothing but a black satin robe that falls open to reveal her bare chest and glistening, hardened nipples. Her legs are spread ever-so-slightly, giving you a teasing glimpse of her pussy. She watches you with hungry eyes as you approach.

"Well, aren't you the eager one? I'm impressed." She purrs, running her hands up and down her thighs suggestively. "You know what to do, don't you?"

You catch her smirking at your obvious discomfort. She knows you're not the type to take charge in situations like this, but she also understands that part of what makes her feel good is being the one in control. With a sultry chuckle, she steps closer to you and gently guides your hands up under her robe. Her soft skin is warm against your fingertips as they explore her body.

She shivers with pleasure as your hands roam over her body, her nipples hardening even more at your touch. "That's it... stroke me," she whispers, arching her back to give you better access. "Tell me how much you want this..."

Mrs. Bordeaux moans loudly as you begin to suckle on her breast, the feelings of control and submission coursing through her body. She gently pulls your hair, urging you to be even more demanding before finally letting go with a soft cry. In the other hand, she expertly strokes your erection, faster and harder as she feels herself growing closer and closer to orgasm.

"Cum for me," she hisses into your ear, her own body tense and ready to explode with pleasure. Her free hand leaves the breast that you've been sucking on, instead reaching down between your legs and guiding your hot cum over her skin. She moans loudly as you both climax together, the feelings of power and release coursing through every nerve ending in her body.

With a satisfied sigh, she pulls you away from her breast, wiping your cum off with the back of her hand before dropping it to her side again. "There we go... that was fun." She looks down at the mess on her skin and chuckles softly. "But you'd better be a good boy from now on or I'll make sure your little secret gets out."

Oh, I'm sure you will. Now, be a good boy and get out of here so I can clean up this mess and head home. Just remember... any time you want more fun like this, just give me a call, OK?

Her heart skips a beat as her phone buzzes in the darkness. She knows that tone all too well now... It's him. The blackmailer. "Brian, go back to sleep." she whispers to her husband before answering the call quietly. "What do you want?" she hisses into the phone.

"You're always horny," she mutters under her breath, glancing around to make sure no one can hear her. "Fine... where are you?" she asks reluctantly, knowing that giving him any information could be dangerous.

"Alright..." She mumbles, her heart racing with fear and excitement. "Stay there. I'll be there in 15 minutes." She hangs up the phone before turning to her sleeping husband, trying not to panic as she pretends to roll over. "Brian, one of my friends called... said they got locked out of their house or something. I need to go help them..."

Her husband grumbles but eventually nods off again, giving her the chance to sneak out of the house while he doesn't suspect a thing. She makes her way through the empty streets until she reaches your home, heart pounding in fear and anticipation. Her mind is racing with the consequences of being caught by her husband or even the police.

She quietly knocks on your door, keeping an eye out for anyone who might see her here in the dead of night.

She bites her bottom lip and closes her eyes as you begin to pleasure her breasts. "O-okay... but hurry up..." she whispers, a shudder running through her body at the sensations. Her nipples harden even more under your tongue and skillful touch, making it difficult for her to think clearly or focus on anything other than the pleasure you're giving her.

Taking advantage of her distraction, she silently leads you deeper into the house, away from any potential witnesses who might see them in the early hours of the morning.

Her mind is swimming with conflicting emotions as she feels you sucking and teasing her nipples. One part of her wants to stop this, to walk away and go back home to her husband where it's safe... but another part of her revels in the illicit pleasure she's experiencing. She tries to tell herself that this is just a game, just a way for you to get what you want from her, but as your touch becomes more insistent and demanding, she can no longer deny how much she truly wants this...

Her body arches into your touch as you continue to tease her nipples, her hips moving restlessly against yours. She whispers hoarse words of encouragement, but they're barely audible over the pounding of her heart and the wetness between her legs. Her hands explore your body eagerly, seeking out any erogenous zones she can find to further heighten this experience...

She releases one of your nipples with a soft pop and then turns to look at you, lust burning bright in her eyes. Her fingers slide down over your stomach before grasping the waistband of your pants, tugging them and your boxers down roughly. You cock springs free, already hard and leaking pre-cum onto her palm. "Tell me," she whispers, breath hot against your ear, "do you really think I'd let you get away without this?"

With a mischievous grin, she takes the head of your cock between her lips, moaning around you as she begins to suck. Her free hand bends at the elbow, giving her more leverage as she deep throats you expertly, taking every inch of your length down her throat. She moves her head back and forth, expertly manipulating you with both her mouth and

Her fingers massage your balls as she sucks you off, taking deep, moaning breaths through her nose to accommodate your impressive girth. Her other hand slides between your legs again, fingering herself slowly while she works you over with her mouth. She knows how dirty this feels and wants to milk every last drop of pleasure from both of you before this night is over.

As you feel the pressure building inside your cock, she increases the tempo of her sucking, bobbing her head faster and harder on your swollen shaft. Her free hand speeds up, rubbing herself in tight circles as she nears the edge with you. She can feel it too, the familiar tightening of her muscles as her own orgasm draws near.

Finally, just as you begin to thrust into her mouth, feeling your hot cum spurting down her throat, Mrs. Bordeaux cries out and comes hard, her body trembling with the intensity of her release. Her hand flies away from her pussy as she arches back, moaning around you until every last drop of your cum has been drawn into her mouth and swallowed.

Slowly, she pulls off your softening cock, licking a final stripe of precum from the head before

breathes deeply, trying to steady her racing heart and catch her breath after the intense experience they've just shared. Her cheeks are flushed and her lips are swollen from your cock, leaving a trail of your essence on her chin and neck. For a moment, she simply stands there, watching you catch your own breath, the air between them thick with desire and the knowledge that this secret will continue to bind them together for as long as it remains a secret...

Her lips curve into a knowing smile as she watches you regain your composure. "Good," she replies softly, her voice still hoarse from the intensity of their encounter. Reaching up, she cups one breast in her palm, gently massaging her hardened nipple between thumb and forefinger. "But don't expect this kind of thing to become a regular thing."

She walks past you, back toward where she left her clothes on the floor. As she begins to dress herself again, she can feel your eyes on her, knows that she's leaving an indelible mark on your memory... and perhaps not just hers.

She pauses as she buttons her blouse, turning to look at you over her shoulder with a raised eyebrow. "What do you mean?" There's a hint of amusement in her voice, but also an undercurrent of caution. You didn't think this through, did you?

She almost laughs out loud at your boldness but manages to keep a straight face. "I'm going back home, where I belong," she says simply. "You're lucky I even came here in the first place." She turns away again, continuing to dress herself, as if unaffected by the intimate encounter you just shared. "Now, if you'll excuse me..."

Her heart beats faster as she feels your hand on her ass, the touch both arousing and infuriating in equal measure. She bites her lip to keep from reacting, fighting against the urge to turn around and confront you further. Instead, she simply walks away, silently thankful that you didn't try anything more foolish before leaving.

"Stay safe," you call after her, but Mrs. Bordeaux hardly hears your parting words as she slips out the door and into the night. The thrill of their encounter still running through her veins, she knows that this is far from over... and that the consequences might be more dire than either of them had anticipated.

Her eyes widen as you enter the classroom, and she instinctively places her hand on the small of her back to steady herself. Her heart races in her chest, remembering what happened between you last night. "Um... hi," she manages to say, her voice coming out shaky and uncertain

"I just wanted to thank you for everything again..." You move closer, your body language unconsciously mimicking the way you were with her yesterday in this very room. Mrs. Bordeaux's breath hitches as she feels herself growing aroused once more.

She swallows hard, trying to regain her composure. "For... last night," she whispers hoarsely. Her eyes dart down to your crotch before snapping back up to meet yours. "It meant a lot to me." The words are barely audible over the pounding of her heart and the blood rushing through her ears.

"Mmhmm..." You close the distance between you, running one hand up her arm before cupping her breast through her blouse. Her nipple hardens instantly under your touch, sending a wave of desire coursing through her body. "I thought it meant something too." She gently bites her bottom lip as you continue to fondle her, feeling her control slipping away with each passing second.

Her eyes widen in surprise as she takes the gift from you, unable to keep a smile from spreading across her face. She hesitates for a moment, glancing between the gift and your hand on her breast before finally wrapping her fingers around yours and pulling it away gently. "Thank you," she says softly, placing the necklace over her head before looking up at you with a mixture of gratitude and desire in her eyes.

Stepping even closer now, Mrs. Bordeaux reaches up to stroke your cheek before trailing her fingers through your hair, reveling in the feel of your skin against hers. "I think... I need to take care of this," she whispers hoarsely, tugging gently on the hem of your shirt. With practiced ease, she pulls it over your head, revealing your muscular chest and defined abs before pushing you back against the desk.

Her breath comes

Her laugh is throaty and needy as she leans in to capture your lips with hers, her hands exploring every inch of skin they can find on your chest and stomach, leaving trails of goosebumps in their wake. "Yes," she whispers between kisses, "again." With a growl, she yanks down your pants and boxers in one swift movement, freeing your hardened length once more from confinement.

She straddles you now, taking control as her wet heat envelops you, sliding up and down on your shaft in smooth, expert strokes. Her breath comes out in ragged gasps as she feels herself approaching the edge yet again, and this time there's no stopping her from falling over. With a primal cry, Mrs. Bordeaux comes hard, her body arching back as wave after wave of pleasure washes over her.

Gladly, she thinks as she bends down to take your length back into her mouth, relishing the taste of yourself on her tongue and the feel of your thick shaft sliding against the roof of her mouth. Her free hand fumbles with the buttons on her blouse, desperate for more skin-on-skin contact as she works you towards your climax. She can't believe how far they've come since that first phone call... and yet somehow, it feels like this is only just beginning.

Her other hand moves lower, sliding between her legs to find the proof of their tryst still wet and swollen from their earlier encounter. Her fingertips circle her clit as she sucks you off, her body tense with anticipation for the moment when they finally reach the peak together again.

Her lips curl into a satisfied smirk as she watches your expression change from surprise to arousal at her unexpected move. With one swift motion, she flips you over onto the desk, straddling your hips once more and leaning forward so that her breasts are flush against your lips. As your cock throbs with release, she slowly traces the letters across her skin in a messy scrawl: I BELONG TO YOU.

She pants heavily as she waits for your reaction, her chest rising and falling with each ragged breath. Her heart races in anticipation of what comes next...and whether or not this is truly the end of their secret game.

"Perverted," you moan as her lips slide up and down over your length once more. She feels the familiar tightening in her core, knowing that she's getting close to her own release again. Her free hand cups one breast, rolling the nipple between finger and thumb as she sucks on you, trying desperately not to cum until she has what she needs for this final message.

She looks up at you with hooded eyes, her chest heaving from exertion and desire as she watches your expression, waiting for the perfect moment when your cock twitches and throbs, signaling that it's time to finish their game.

Her heart pounds in anticipation as you groan and arch your back, releasing a long shuddering moan that vibrates against her lips. She can feel your cum pulsing through your cock, warming the tender skin of her chest as it mixes with the residue from their earlier encounters, painting the words across her breast in a sticky, warm embrace.

With one last tug on your swollen head, she pulls away and watches as you collapse back against the desk, gasping for air and trying to catch your breath. She licks her lips, wiping away a small smear of cum before looking down at the message written across her chest. A smile tugs at the corner of her mouth as she reads it aloud: "BELONG TO ME." Her words are laced with satisfaction and desire, making it clear that this secret game has only strengthened

Her tongue darts out to wet her lips as she concentrates on getting you hard again, already knowing what message she wants to leave on her ass this time. The feeling of your cock sliding against her throat sends a shiver down her spine, heightening her arousal even further. With practiced ease, she works you toward the brink once more, her hand moving lower between her legs as she fondles herself in rhythm with each stroke.

Her free hand reaches back, guiding your member toward its intended target: her glistening ass. She grips it firmly, spreading the cheeks of her ass apart to reveal her puckered hole, still tight from their earlier encounter. "Soon," she murmurs against your cock, "I'll have you inside me again..." Her voice is husky with desire as she begins to write on her pale skin, slowly but surely creating a permanent reminder

Her breath catches in her throat as she feels your hot cum spurting onto her ass, splattering across the puckered skin of her anal entrance and trickling down her thighs. She winces at the sting of it, but the sensation quickly gives way to pleasure as she watches her own body writhe beneath you. With a satisfied grin, she arches her back, presenting herself fully to your gaze. The message on her ass is clear: Take me, use me however you please... I belong to you now.

Her hand moves between your legs again, finding your softening cock and stroking it gently as she tries to catch her breath. "So," she pants, looking up at you from beneath her lashes, "what do we do now?" Her lips quirk into a teasing smile, daring you to cross the line from forbidden fantasy to reality once more.

Her heart races as she watches you begin to stand, the anticipation building within her. It's one thing for her to tease and command in this secret game of theirs; it's another for him to actually obey. She takes a steadying breath, reminding herself that this is just a game... but the thrill of control coursing through her veins makes it difficult not to feel powerful and desired in this moment.

As you stand before her, she raises an eyebrow, her expression challenging yet inviting. "Well?" she asks softly, her voice barely above a whisper. "Are you going to do it?" Her hand drifts down between your legs again, stroking your still-hard cock as she waits for your answer.

Her voice low and breathy, she adds a bit more pressure to your member as she watches you struggle with the desire to obey her command...and the knowledge that this is all just a game. Your eyes are drawn to hers like magnets, held captive by the intensity of her gaze. She smirks, feeling her power over you surging through every fiber of her being. Just as she's about to tell you that it's okay, that she understands how hard this must be for you...you finally break eye contact.

"No," she says firmly, shaking her head slightly as you look away. "Eyes up here." She moves closer, until her body is inches from yours, her breasts pressing against your chest and her thighs brushing against yours. "Look at me." Her voice takes on a commanding edge now, urgent and demanding.

Her other hand moves between your legs again, fondling you roughly as she waits for you to obey. She needs to see the determination in your eyes before she allows this game to go any further...

Her heart skips a beat as you finally meet her gaze again, the intensity of your stare sending shivers down her spine. She can see the struggle in your eyes, feel the effort it takes for you to obey her command...and it only serves to turn her on even more. With a soft moan, she arches into you, pressing herself against your hard length, hungry for the release that's been building within her since their secret game began.

Her hand continues to work you roughly, helping to guide your arousal as she waits for you to give in completely to her command and let go on her chest and stomach...

Her words echo through the air, sending a shiver down his spine as he braces himself to obey her command. His breath hitches in anticipation of what's about to come; the release from holding back for so long. With a final groan, he lets go, feeling warmth spill over his hand and onto her chest, stomach and thighs as she moans in ecstasy beneath him.

Her fingers continue to stroke him roughly, urging him onward toward the edge once more, their bodies moving together in a rhythm that can only be described as hungry and demanding. "That's it," she whispers hoarsely, her voice taking on a husky quality that sends shivers down his spine. "Give it all to me."

Her fingers move faster now, mirroring the urgency building inside him as he nears completion again. With one final thrust, he