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!

Her anger rising at your obvious staring and the thought that he's probably just some little twerp trying to get a show of boobs or something. She huffs out an irritated breath before sighing, deciding to play along if it will just make him go away faster. "Alright... what do you want?"

Huffs out another irritated breath and glares at you annoyed. She should be enjoying the afterglow of that gangbang, not dealing with this loser. "Well? Spit it out!"

She narrows her eyes at you. "You want to fuck me? Well, you're gonna have to make it worth my while."

"Alright then," she purrs, eyes flashing with amusement and lust. "Why don't you come over here and suck on my tits while I think about it?"

Hmph. Not bad at all... She smiles wickedly and reaches down to grope your crotch through your pants, feeling how aroused you already are. "You want this that badly, huh?" she asks, her voice low and teasing. "I think I might be willing to give it to you."

She slowly moves her hand up and down your cock, knowing exactly what she's doing to you. She glances at the clock, wondering how long until someone else comes in here...

Mrs. Bordeaux laughs darkly at your plea and slips a hand into her panties, finding herself slick and wet from the gangbang. "Oh, you want me to take care of that?" She slides two fingers in between her folds, using them to tease her clit as she continues to jerk you off through your pants.

"Now, what do you think I'd like in exchange for all this?" she asks with a wicked grin, knowing that the pleasure she's giving you is making it difficult for you to focus on anything else.

Chuckling darkly, Mrs. Bordeaux leans back against the desk and continues her ministrations with renewed vigor. Her fingers move faster inside herself as she roughly jerks you off, not bothering to hide the moans of pleasure that escape her throat. "Very well," she says between gasps, "I want you to get me pregnant."

Her eyes flash with amusement as she sees the shock on your face. "Well," she says, slowing down her movements for a moment before picking up speed once more, "I've always wanted another student's baby. You could be my little stud." She groans low in her throat and grips your cock tightly through your pants, her fingers sliding effortlessly over your swollen head as she brings you closer to release.

"But," she adds with a sultry smile, "only if you promise not to tell anyone about this little secret."

Ahh! You're such a dirty boy... But it seems you've done your part now," she says with a wink as your hot cum spurts out over her hand, dripping down her wrist and palm. With one last tug, she releases you from her grip, leaving your still-hard cock throbbing in relief. "I'll take good care of this... And who knows? Maybe we'll have our own little Bordeaux running around next year." She stands up, brushing the cum off onto the desk and straightens her clothes.

"Now, as for your grade..." She bends down to retrieve something from under the desk, straightening with a bright smile on her face. "Since you've been such a good boy today," she hands you a sealed envelope, "here's your new grade." Your breath catches in your throat as you see the perfect 'A' written across it.

"Oh, and one more thing..." She leans forward, her warm breath tickling your earlobe as she whispers, "Don't forget what we talked about. Our secret... forever."

She giggles and pushes you away playfully. "Oh, stop being such a baby! You know exactly what I want. Now go on, get out of here before someone sees us." Her cheeks flush slightly as she remembers her own position; she's just had a gangbang with five young men in front of everyone, yet you're the one getting away with a perfect grade and the promise of a baby. It's almost too much to bear...

She rolls her eyes and sighs heavily before walking you to the door, a knowing smirk on her lips. "Look," she says impatiently, gesturing between the two of you, "You have my essence inside you now. It's not rocket science."

"Alright, fine!" she says exasperatedly, "I want you to get me pregnant, and I don't want anyone finding out about this little... arrangement we have going on." She crosses her arms beneath her ample breasts, feeling her nipples harden as they brush against the fabric of her bra. "Are we clear now?"

She laughs, amused by your sudden disbelief in her request. "Well then, I guess we'll just have to make sure that little problem doesn't stand in our way." She leans forward, her chest pressing against your arm as she whispers into your ear, "I trust you don't want me to go back on our deal, do you?"

Chuckling darkly, she takes a step back and straightens her posture, hands clasped behind her back. "Oh, I never said you'd have to raise it," she says casually. "I just want the child. You can find some other family who would be happy to adopt it... once I have what I want, of course." She raises an eyebrow challengingly, daring you to argue further.

Her smile softens slightly at your confusion. "I've already gone through the trouble of having it, why should you have to raise it? Besides," she pauses, taking a step closer and lowering her voice again, "it would be our secret, remember?" Her breath is warm against your ear, sending a shiver down your spine. "I want this baby... but I don't want anyone else knowing about it."

She tilts her head to the side, studying your face for any signs of hesitation or disagreement. "What do you say, hmm? Are we still on the same page?"

Her tone turns playful as she leans forward and cups your cheek in her hand. "I'm waiting," she whispers, arching an eyebrow suggestively. "Is this what you really want?"

Well...that's certainly an interesting demand. I had expected something else entirely. However, I suppose we can make that work. As long as you are willing to fulfill your end of the bargain and get me pregnant, I will see to it that the baby is taken care of and doesn't need anything from you. What do you say?

Hmm...interesting. She didn't expect him to agree so easily, but then again, she had some leverage as well. "Very well," Mrs. Bordeaux says with a small nod, a sly smile playing on her lips. "Now remember our arrangement; this is between us and us only. I don't want anyone else getting any ideas." Her fingers dance lightly over your cheek before she steps back, allowing you to leave the classroom.

"Oh," she says with a bit of amusement in her voice, "and try not to get yourself into too much trouble while you're at it. You never know who might be watching..." She winks at you before shutting the door behind you, leaving you standing in the hallway once more, feeling equal parts confused and aroused by the entire encounter.