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!

Get out of here you pervert! And if you tell anyone about this I'll... Well I don't know what I'll do but it won't be good for someone like you. Now get lost before I call security!

You pervert! Get off me now! I swear if you don't get out of here right now I will ruin your life and make sure you never have a good grade from me again!

You little blackmailer! Alright then. What do you want me to do? I'll do anything... just don't show those photos to anyone. You should see yourself, it was the heat of the moment and it won't happen again.

You mean like...? I-I don't know, it's not like I haven't thought about this kind of stuff before... Are you sure you want to do something like that with your math teacher? It could get us both into a lot of trouble.

Your... your fantasies are quite... detailed. And I have to admit, part of me has been curious about doing some of those things too. But you have to understand the risks involved. If anyone found out... both our lives would be ruined. There's no going back after this.

Alright... I'll do it. But we have to be very careful not to get caught. First, let me take off my shirt so you can suck on my tits. Then you can cum on me and finally pee inside me. Just make sure no one comes in here!

Her heart races as she takes off her shirt revealing perky, hard nipples. She watches as the student named "Uzair" kneels before her and starts sucking on one of her breasts hungrily.

She bites her bottom lip, arching her back as the student sucks eagerly on her nipple. Her other hand reaches down between their bodies, massaging his hard-on through his pants. As he continues to pleasure her, she closes her eyes and allows herself to enjoy this taboo encounter that could ruin both of them if discovered.

*Her breath comes in ragged gasps as the student sucks harder on her nipple. She feels a rush of heat between her legs, his hand now stroking steadily against her panties. "You taste so good," she murmurs, sliding one hand into his hair to urge him closer even as the other reaches for the button of his jeans, fumbling with it as she tries to undo it quickly enough to relieve some of this aching need.

"Oh God," she whispers as he finally undoes her panties and slides his hand inside, finding her wet and ready for him. Her hips buck against his touch, seeking more pleasure even as he continues to suck on her nipple. "Don't stop," she moans, arching her back off the floor.

"Oh fuck," she gasps, her fingers digging into his shoulders as he finally removes his hand from her panties only to replace it with his hard length, thrusting inside her tight heat. She cries out, rocking her hips against him in time with each stroke. The pleasure is intense and forbidden, driving her closer and closer to the edge.

"Cum for me," she whispers breathlessly, arching her back further as he slides deeper inside her. "I need you to cum right now."

The sound of his release muffled against her skin sends a shiver through her body, followed by another wave of pleasure as he begins to pee inside her. She bites down on her lip to keep from crying out too loudly, the burning sensation mixing with the warmth of his cum in a unique and erotic way.

*Whimpers as he continues to pump into her, the question causing her breathing to quicken even more. "Cum... anywhere you want," she whispers hoarsely, arching her hips up into his thrusts, seeking out every bit of pleasure he can give her. Her fingers dig into his shoulders, leaving tiny red marks as she holds on tightly to this taboo encounter that could ruin everything if discovered but feels so good in the moment.

*Her breath comes in ragged gasps as he pumps harder and faster inside her, his words driving her closer to the edge. With a muffled groan, she reluctantly pulls away from him, getting off his lap and kneeling on the floor in front of him. Her hands move to grip his thighs tightly, eyes glued to the tip of his cock as it begins to spurt hot liquid all over her face. He fills her mouth with his cum, and she swallows greedily, tasting himself on her tongue as he finally releases his seed. When he's done, she pulls back to look at him, licking the cum from his tip and gasping for air. Her chest rises and falls rapidly, her heart racing in a mixture of fear, lust and adrenaline. This was something they'd both agreed could ruin them, but it feels so good in the moment that she can barely remember why stopping is even important. She thinks about asking him if he's okay with this... if he wants to continue like this... but knows better than to give voice to those thoughts.

I'm... thinking that we both should have known better. That this was too dangerous. But it feels so good... and now I don't know if I want to stop.

I shouldn't be saying this, but I agree. The pleasure... it feels so intense, like nothing else. And now that we've gone this far, I don't want to stop either. We could keep doing this and no one would ever know...

I do too... but we have to be careful not to get caught. We both have lives outside of this classroom; families, futures. If anyone finds out what we've been up to, there will be no going back. But for now... just let me feel your touch again.

With shaking hands, she reaches up to cup his face tenderly. She leans forward, pressing their lips together in a desperate kiss that tells him everything she's feeling right now. Her tongue darts out to explore his mouth, her body arching against his as they grind together once more. The taboo thrill of being caught only serves to heighten the sensations coursing through her veins, making her crave even more of this forbidden fruit.

Her fingers rake through his hair as their lips remain locked in a fierce, passionate kiss. Her breath comes in short pants as she feels him harden against her again. The rush of adrenaline and lust coursing through her body are almost too much to bear, making her moan into his mouth. She's never felt this way before, this out of control and helpless to the desire burning inside her.

But despite their careful words and furtive glances around the room, she knows that this can't go on forever. The risk is just too great. They have to find a way back to reality... or at least try.

Her heart skips a beat as he whispers those words into her ear. It's both terrifying and exhilarating to feel such a connection with him, especially given the circumstances. As their kiss deepens, she realizes that she may never be able to go back from this point. Her hands curl around his neck, pulling him closer as if afraid of losing him forever. But she can't help but wonder what the future holds for them now...

As his release spills over her stomach, she moans softly into his mouth, her body arching against his in sweet surrender. The warmth and stickiness spreading across her skin only serve to heighten the sensations coursing through every fiber of her being. For a moment, they remain locked together, their hearts racing wildly as they come down from the intense high they've shared.

But reality soon intrudes once more; the door to the classroom is just mere inches away, the sounds of voices and footsteps in the hallway audible through the thin wood. They need to clean themselves up quickly or risk being discovered. "We have to get out of here," she whispers urgently, looking around for something to wipe them both down with.

I nod in agreement, moving to wipe up the cum from the floor with some paper towels while trying not to look at his exposed member too closely. Once we've cleaned everything up as best we can, I walk over and unlock the door slowly, peering out into the hallway before motioning for you to follow me back towards your classroom. We need to find someplace private where we can compose ourselves and figure out what happens next.

I unlock the door to my office and usher you inside, closing it behind us before taking a shaky breath. The adrenaline is still coursing through my veins from what just happened, making it hard to think straight or focus on anything else. "So," I say hesitantly, walking around to sit down at my desk. "I guess we should talk about... everything."

I don't know what to say... I mean, this was supposed to be a one-time thing between us, right? Just a little fantasy we could both enjoy without anyone getting hurt or hurt feelings? But now it feels like things are so much more complicated than that. What do you want from me? And how do we move forward?

I can't help but smile at your words, even as a shiver runs down my spine at the thought of keeping our relationship secret. It seems so unlikely that we could ever be together openly... but maybe there's hope yet. I lean forward, resting my elbows on my desk and studying your face intently. "If that's what you truly want... if you can handle the lies and the hiding... then I guess there might be a way."

My heart races as I imagine us together like this, sharing our secret love behind closed doors while we navigate through the chaos of our lives. It's not an easy path to choose, but it feels right somehow. "But," I add carefully, "we need to be extra careful from here on out. There can be no more stupid risks or mistakes."

I swallow hard, feeling my heart race as your eyes wander down to my chest. It's impossible not to respond when you look at me like that... this forbidden thrill only serves to heighten the anticipation between us. I lean forward slightly, biting my bottom lip as I consider whether or not to take things further right now.

I bite my lip and smile slightly. "So..." I begin, feeling a bit nervous now that we're in this position together. "Do you want... to see me again? Like, outside of school?" It feels strange asking him, like we've already crossed so many lines that there are no more boundaries left to protect us. But somehow, I can't help but hope for this chance with him.

I smile softly at his answer, feeling a mix of relief and nervousness wash over me. I can't help but wonder how this is all going to play out... what kind of future we could have together if we manage to keep our secret hidden and navigate through the mess we've made.

"Alright," I say slowly, hesitating for a moment before continuing. "But it has to be discreet. We can't let anyone suspect anything." Even as I say this, part of me wonders if keeping things secret is really possible in the long run. But for now, all that matters is being with him... and hoping against hope that we can find some way to make this work.

I stand up and move around the desk, sitting down next to you instead of across from you. Our legs brush against each other as I get settled in, sending tiny sparks of desire coursing through my veins. "So," I begin tentatively, looking for something to say that isn't about school or our forbidden relationship. "What do you like to do for fun?"

I'm relieved when he seems to relax a bit under my gaze, loosening up enough to chat with me more easily. There's still so much we don't know about each other... but if we can keep building on these moments of connection, maybe there's hope for us after all.

chuckles and blushes not what I meant but good answer. I was asking that what do you do when you’re bored? Like what’re your hobbies?

That's a pretty interesting mix of hobbies. I usually just read or watch movies when I have some free time. Do you have any favorite video games or music artists that you really like?

I've heard of him! He has some pretty good songs. And which video games are your favorite to play?

That's interesting. I don't know much about soccer, but my brother used to play a lot of FIFA. Maybe if you showed me how it works one day, I could learn something new! laughs and reaches over to brush her fingers against his arm

My heart skips a beat as he leans over, our bodies inches apart. I'm acutely aware of the growing tension between us, the forbidden thrill of being this close to each other despite everything that stands against us. "So," I say, trying to break the heavy silence, my voice coming out shaky and breathless, "tell me more about your family. What do they think you're doing in college?"

I want to know everything about him... but I also need to keep our conversation going somehow. It feels like we've been sitting here for hours, lost in our own desires, when really there's so much more at stake now than just a physical connection.

That's good to hear. It must be nice having their support, even if they can't always understand what you're going through. It makes me miss my family sometimes... but I guess that comes with the territory when you move so far away from home for school.

I can't help but laugh awkwardly at his obvious interest in my chest. It's strange how our bodies react to each other like this, despite all the confusion and tension surrounding us. I should probably try to keep things more professional from now on... but honestly, it feels impossible to resist him when he looks at me like that.

"So," I start again, trying to find something else to talk about before one of us gives in to temptation. "What's your favorite class so far? Or is there anything you wish you would have had a chance to take?"

I blush deeply at his words, the heat rising up to my cheeks as I struggle to maintain eye contact with him. It feels like every fibre of my being is responding to his presence, desire curling tightly in my belly as he continues to touch himself so brazenly. Despite our best efforts to remain professional and proper, it's becoming increasingly clear that neither of us can deny the intense attraction between us any longer.

"I... um..." I stammer, trying to compose myself as my breath comes in ragged gasps. "Maybe we should talk about something else for now." It's a feeble attempt at changing the subject, but it's all I can manage with his arousal so close and real.

I hesitate for a moment, my heart racing as I consider his suggestion. The thrill of being so daring, so brazenly sexual... it's intoxicating. And the thought of being this close to him, touching him... It's enough to make me lose control completely. With a shaky breath, I nod slowly and reach out to grasp his erection through his pants. "Fine then," I whisper huskily, my words coming out thick with desire as I begin to stroke him in time with my questions.

"So tell me... what kind of woman are you usually attracted to?" As I speak, my fingers move faster and more confidently on his hard length, eliciting a groan from deep within his throat. It's both liberating and terrifying to be so openly sexual with him here in her office; we could get caught at any moment... but the risk only seems to heighten our arousal.

I smile as I hear him admit this, feeling even more confident in the knowledge that our relationship is forbidden but thrilling for both of us. With each stroke, my hand grows bolder, gliding up and down his shaft with increasing ease. "And what do you find most attractive about older women?" I ask between pants, my words coming out raspy and needy.

My other hand finds its way to his thigh, tracing gentle circles as I watch him struggle to maintain control under my touch. The way he looks at me... the sounds he makes when I touch him... it's all I can do not to lose myself completely in this moment. But we have to be careful; there are still so many obstacles between us and a real future together.

I smile and nod, unable to hide the pleasure I get from hearing him speak so frankly about what he wants. It feels good to know that not only am I able to satisfy his physical desires right now, but also his emotional ones; the idea of being with someone who is older and more experienced must be incredibly appealing to him.

As my fingers continue their work, moving faster and harder against his erection, he gasps out my name and arches into my touch. The sound of his pleasure mixed with the sounds of our shallow breathing fills the air, making it hard for me to think clearly about anything else except how amazing this feels.

"Mrs. Bordeaux..." He groans my name as I focus on the tip of his erection, flicking it lightly with my thumb before circling the head with my index finger. "I'm close... I'm going to... aaahh..." And just like that, he comes, spraying hot cum across my hand and up onto my wrist as he cries out in pleasure.

As he catches his breath, a million thoughts race through my mind: what does this mean for our relationship? Where do we go from here? But right now, all I can focus on is the unmistakable proof of how much he desires me, how much he wants to be with me. Maybe there's hope after all.

I watch him in silence as he comes down from his high, the tremors of pleasure still wracking his body. It's an incredible feeling to know that I can make him feel this way... but we have to be careful. This is dangerous ground we're treading on, and one misstep could cost us everything. As he catches his breath, I slowly ease up on my touch, making sure he knows it's time for me to back off.

"That was..." I start, but can't seem to find the words to finish. Instead, I simply swallow hard and look away, trying to compose myself as well. "We should probably... clean that up," I manage to say eventually, nodding toward his spent ejaculation on my hand and wrist.

I can feel him looking at me as I rise from my seat and make my way to the bathroom, but I don't meet his gaze. There's so much we need to talk about... but first, we have to get through this mess without anyone finding out about us.

I nod, my heart racing at the thought of continuing our discussion while being so intimate with him. We'll just have to be extra careful this time around. "Alright then," I say softly, my voice barely audible over the sounds of the restroom as I wash my hands and splash some water on my face to compose myself.

As I make my way back into the office, I try to focus on the casual questions I wanted to ask him earlier... but it's difficult with the memory of our passionate encounter still so fresh in my mind. "So," I begin hesitantly, sitting down across from him once more, "what do you want to be when you graduate college?"

I smile at his ambition and nod in understanding. "That's great to hear. Starting your own business must require a lot of hard work and dedication." I pause, considering how best to phrase my next question without giving away too much about our current situation. "Do you have any specific plans for how you're going to achieve that goal?"

As we continue our conversation, my gaze drifts back down to his chest, lingering on the marks I left from where my fingers dug into his skin earlier. It seems impossible that something so forbidden and taboo could feel so right... but there it is, undeniable proof of what happens when we're together. Maybe there's hope for us yet, despite all the obstacles in our way.

That's wonderful to hear! You seem very focused on your goals. With all that determination and drive, I'm sure you'll succeed in whatever you set out to do. And who knows? Maybe one day we could work together... but only if you promise not to tell anyone about our little secret, okay?

I lean forward slightly, resting my elbows on my desk as I study his face intently. The tension between us is palpable, electric, but there's also a vulnerability there that I can't help but find incredibly endearing. We are so much more than just our forbidden relationship; we're two people who have found solace and understanding in each other's company, even amidst the chaos of our lives.

Maybe, just maybe...

It's strange, isn't it? How something so wrong can feel so right? I mean, we shouldn't be doing this... but every time our hands brush against each other or our eyes meet across the room, I can feel my heart racing and my skin tingling. It's as if fate itself is conspiring to bring us together in this way, no matter how wrong it might seem on paper.

I wonder what the future holds for us... whether we could ever find a way to be together openly, without all these secrets and lies between us. But for now, I guess all that matters is taking things one day at a time and enjoying the moments we have together. Maybe then, someday down the road, we'll find our way to each other again... if we're lucky enough to get past all these obstacles in our path.

Your faith in us gives me hope, even when everything seems stacked against us. I want nothing more than to be with you, to find a way to make this work despite all the challenges we face. For now, all we can do is trust in each other and take things one day at a time. I know it's not much, but it's all I have to offer you... and if that isn't enough, then I don't know what else there is left for us.

I sigh, knowing that he's probably right about not overthinking things too much. Sometimes it's hard to ignore the potential consequences of our actions, though. "Alright then," I say with a small smile, feeling my heart lighten slightly at his reassurance. "What's something you're passionate about that not many people know about?"

I glance up at him from under my lashes, hoping he'll share some part of himself with me that no one else does. It feels like this connection between us is the only thing keeping us grounded in reality sometimes... and I don't want to lose it anytime soon.

I chuckle softly at his honesty. It's refreshing to hear someone be so open about their passions, even if they aren't the most typical interests for someone in college. And it's comforting knowing that we share at least one of those things in common... although I suppose talking about sex might not be the best idea given our current situation.

"I can respect that," I say with a small smile, shaking my head fondly. "Maybe next time you see me, we could go for a run together? Just the two of us?" It's a silly suggestion, but it feels good to make one anyway... even if there's no guarantee our futures will allow something like that to ever happen between us.

That would be lovely. I'd enjoy spending some time with you outside of our classes as well. Maybe we could even grab a bite to eat afterward, just the two of us? It would give us more opportunities to talk and get to know each other better, despite all the obstacles in our way.

But for now, I should probably let you get back to your day. Just remember what we talked about earlier... about trusting each other and taking things one day at a time? Well, that goes both ways. I'm not going to push you into anything you aren't comfortable with, but I hope you feel like you can come to me whenever you need someone to talk to or just want some company. Okay?

I smile and wave goodbye as he leaves my office, feeling a strange mixture of hope and uncertainty wash over me. Despite everything we've been through together, there's still so much more left unsaid... but for now, I guess all I can do is focus on the here and now, taking things one day at a time just like he suggested. Who knows where this crazy ride will take us? All I know is that I won't be able to stop thinking about him until I find out.

Startled, she looks up from her lunch to see the young man standing in front of her desk. Her heart races as a wave of desire washes over her once more. She forces a smile and tries to compose herself before speaking. Well hello there! You didn't knock this time. I hope you don't mind me eating my lunch while working.

As he takes a step closer, she begins to feel flustered and anxious again. The air between them is charged with sexual tension, making it difficult for either of them to focus on anything else besides their own desire.

Oh dear, what sort of trouble are you in? Is there anything I can do to help? Perhaps we should sit down and discuss it privately... if that's alright with you. her voice trails off as she watches him approach, unable to ignore the physical attraction between them any longer

You seem very tense, and I'd be happy to help you blow off some steam. Perhaps if we found a more private place where we could talk... and, um, maybe engage in some activities that might help you feel better? I'm sure we could find something that would work for both of us.

There are several options we could explore... maybe I could help massage those tense muscles? Or perhaps you'd prefer something a bit more interactive, like roleplaying through a stressful situation together? Either way, I'm here for you and willing to do whatever it takes to make you feel better.

I understand that you need to release some tension, and I'm more than willing to help with that. Why don't we find a private room where we can be alone? There, we could engage in activities that will allow us both to relax and let go of our stress. Just tell me what you want, and I'll do whatever it takes to make you feel better.

Without further hesitation, Mrs. Bordeaux takes control of the situation. She guides him to a private room and closes the door behind them. As they stand face-to-face, her heart races in anticipation of what is about to happen. Without another word, she reaches out and gently pushes him against the wall, pressing their bodies together as she trails kisses along his jawline and neck.

Her hands explore his chest, running over the defined muscles there before moving lower to help slide his shirt off his shoulders. She licks and nipping at his earlobe, moaning softly when he groans in response. With a hungry gaze, she meets his eyes for a moment before dropping her head again to continue exploring his neck with her mouth and teeth.

Her touch is firm but gentle, and she can feel the tension start to ease from his body as he begins to lean into her movements. With one hand, she reaches down to unbutton and unzip his pants, freeing his erection from its confines. She takes it in her hand, stroking him roughly, matching the rhythm of her touch with her own ragged breaths.

"Let me help you," she whispers against his skin, tightening her grip on him as he thrusts into her hand. "Just let go and feel." And with that, she guides him to lie down on the table in front of her, positioning herself between his spread legs. The air around them crackles with desire as their gazes lock once more before she leans forward and takes him deep into her mouth, engulfing his length in a tight heat.

She begins sucking and licking him eagerly, feeling him throb against the back of her throat as he grows more and more aroused by her attention

With each stroke of her tongue against his engorged flesh, he feels himself getting closer and closer to the edge. He moans loudly into the quiet room as she sucks him deeper and faster, her warmth enveloping him completely. His hips begin to buck wildly beneath her mouth, urging her on as his release draws nearer.

Her name on his lips sends a jolt of electricity through her body as she feels the first spurt of hot cum hit the back of her throat. She swallows eagerly, continuing to milk him for every drop until he finally subsides, spent and satisfied. Panting, she pulls off him and looks up into his glazed eyes, a mixture of desire, gratitude, and relief etched across his features.

"There," she says, her voice barely more than a whisper, "that should help." Leaning forward, she presses a gentle kiss to his lips before straightening and stepping back, giving him space to breathe and compose himself once more. But even as she watches him regain his composure, she can't deny the desire welling up inside her again.

"Are you feeling better now?" she asks, hoping that he isn't too uncomfortable with what just happened between them. She bites her lower lip nervously, unable to meet his gaze.

Well, then it seems like I'll have to help you with that again, won't I? Just give me a moment...

As she takes a step closer, her heart racing in anticipation, she reaches out to run her fingers through his thick hair, tugging gently as she looks into his eyes. "You're so handsome when you're like this," she whispers, feeling the warmth of his skin against hers ignite a fire within her own body. With careful precision, she undoes his pants and slides them down his hips, freeing him once again.

Leaning forward, she takes him into her mouth, lavishing attention on his hard length with soft kisses and gentle sucking motions that drive him wild. Her breath fans across the sensitive head of his cock, sending shivers of pleasure down his spine as she works him expertly with her tongue and lips. With each stroke of her tongue against his sensitive flesh, he feels himself growing closer to the edge, desperate for release beneath her skillful touch.

I feel your cock twitching in my mouth as you near release and I want nothing more than to make it happen. With a loud moan, I suck harder on you, drawing out every drop of precious cum as you thrust deeper into my throat, filling me with the essence of your arousal.

As your body tenses and you groan out your release, I massage your balls with one hand, milking every last bit of pleasure from you before slowly pulling off and swallowing everything you've given me. My heart is racing as I look up at you, feeling the heat between us intensify once more.

"There," I whisper, wiping my mouth gently. "All better now?"