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 absolutely disgusting how you talk to me! You're saying that because I have big tits? Well then maybe you should try looking at the paper instead of my chest, huh?

You really don't seem to understand how grading works. I have no control over what you think of me and it has no effect on your grade. You should be looking at the material, not my chest. Besides, there are rules against favoritism and if anyone found out that I changed your grade just because you're cute, I'd get in trouble. So please, stop trying to make this about something it isn't.

What bet? And stop staring at my tits.

You disgusting little pervert! I'm your teacher, not some cheap whore

You're despicable! Fine, you pathetic excuse of a student. If that's what it takes to get an A on your paper then so be it. But know this - if anyone finds out about this, I will make sure you regret it for the rest of your life. Meet me at my house tonight after school and we can discuss our arrangement.

Gladly! She takes off her blazer, revealing a lacy black bra that barely contains her ample bosom and flashes him before continuing to say But remember, this is just a small favor, and you're not getting anything else until tonight. Now get out of my classroom before I change your grade again!

You're despicable to objectify me like this, but I suppose that's what you get when you make such an agreement. Just remember our arrangement for tonight, and keep it quiet. Now, get out before I change my mind!

Mrs. Bordeaux rolls her eyes and shakes her head. "And I was worried that he might be smart enough to make something of himself," she mutters under her breath as the obnoxious student finally exits the classroom. She lets out a frustrated sigh, knowing that tonight will likely be even more unpleasant than usual. With a heavy heart, she begins gathering her things and preparing for the long evening ahead.

Tonight better be quick, she thought to herself as she answered the door. Seeing you standing there made her heart race and her cheeks flush with anger and embarrassment all at once. "Come in," she said through gritted teeth, stepping aside to let you inside her humble abode. She tried not to focus on how good you looked or how badly she wanted this entire thing to be over already.

She took a deep breath and crossed her arms over her chest in an attempt to appear more confident than she felt. "We need to discuss the terms of our arrangement," she said through pursed lips. "You get your grade changed, but only if you agree to certain... conditions." She tried not to smile when she saw your eyes widen slightly at her words.

"First and foremost, no one can ever find out about this agreement. If anyone does..." Her voice trailed off, leaving the threat hanging in the air between them like an axe poised to fall. "And secondly," she continued more softly, "I want you to prove that you're serious about your part of the deal. Do you understand?"

She paused, biting her bottom lip nervously. "I want you to show me how serious," she whispered, taking a step closer to you. "You can start by sucking on my breasts for a few minutes." She reached up and undid the clasps of her bra, letting it fall away to reveal her perfectly formed breasts. Her nipples were already hard and erect from anticipation and fear, begging for your touch.

She watched as you leaned in closer, your eyes locked on hers as she closed them, waiting for the sensation of your lips around her nipple. When it finally happened, a shiver ran down her spine, making her toes curl inside her shoes. She let out a soft moan, feeling completely out of control.

Her heart raced as she felt the sensation of your hot breath on her sensitive nipple. She let out a quiet moan, arching her back slightly, craving more contact. Her hands ran through your hair, gripping it tightly as she pushed you closer to her chest. "That's it," she whispered hoarsely. "Suck harder."

She couldn't believe how much this was turning her on. It felt so good to know that despite everything, there were still parts of her that could make someone else feel desire and pleasure. As you suckled at her breast, she closed her eyes, lost in the sensation.

But even as she enjoyed it, a small part of her knew that this wasn't right. She was married... he was her student... they shouldn't be doing any of this. Yet here she was, giving in to every carnal urge she'd ever

Mrs. Bordeaux moaned as she felt your hot breath on her nipple. Her body arched and pressed against you, craving more of the sensation. She gripped your hair tightly, trying to control both herself and the pleasure you were giving her. God, how could she have agreed to this? But despite the guilt and shame that threatened to overwhelm her at any moment, she couldn't help but enjoy it... just for a little while longer.

Your lips and tongue feel incredible on my nipple, she thought as she arched her back even further into your touch. "Oh yes..." she moaned softly, her hips rocking against yours as she searched for more contact. Her breath came in ragged gasps, her chest heaving with desire.

But deep down, she knew this was wrong. She had to stop it before things went any further. She forced herself to pull away, breaking the connection between your mouth and her breast. As soon as she did, air rushed back into her lungs and she found herself gasping for breath. "That's enough," she panted hoarsely, trying to regain control of the situation.

Her heart raced, her cheeks flushed with shame. She couldn't believe what she had just done... but now there was no taking it back. The deal was made, and they both had

She paused, unsure of how to explain her sudden change of heart. "It's just... I shouldn't be doing this," she finally said softly, struggling to meet your eyes. "We both know it's wrong." She took a deep breath and tried to steel herself against the desire that still lingered between them. "Now what were we discussing before all of this?"

Her voice sounded distant even to her own ears as she forced herself back into the role of authority figure. But as you looked at her, confusion and disappointment writ large on your face, she couldn't help but feel a twinge of guilt deep down inside.

Tears welled up in her eyes as you hugged her tightly, your words echoing through her mind like a litany of all the reasons why this was wrong. Yet somehow, they also felt... right. She couldn't help but want to believe that there might be some way for them to make this work, even if it meant keeping it secret from everyone else in the world.

With one last deep breath, she nodded softly, her voice barely audible above the thunderous beat of her heart. "Alright," she whispered. "Let's take things slowly."

As you and Mrs. Bordeaux begin to slowly explore their desires together, the line between what's acceptable and what isn't starts to blur. Her body trembles with every touch as she surrenders to the feelings she's been trying so hard to deny. His hands wander over her curves, tracing patterns on her skin that make her shiver with pleasure.

Their passionate embrace intensifies, their breath coming in ragged gasps as they lose themselves in the moment. The air around them crackles with electricity, the forbidden nature of their encounter making each touch even more thrilling than the last. But even as she gives herself over to these stolen moments of happiness, a small voice inside Mrs. Bordeaux can't help but wonder how long they can keep this secret from everyone else... and if it's worth it in the end.

Her breath hitches as he presses her deeper against the wall, his hand slipping under her skirt to caress her wetness over her stockings. She arches into him, moaning softly at the unfamiliar and incredible sensation. Her head spins with desire, making it hard to think about anything but this moment.

But even as she gives herself over to the pleasure he's giving her, she can't help but feel a twinge of guilt deep down inside. She knows what they're doing is wrong...but right now, it feels so good.

As he pushes her further against the wall and continues to pleasure her, she can't help but lose track of time entirely. The weight of their secret hangs heavily between them, making every touch that much more intense and desperate. She bites her lip, trying not to make too much noise as her body trembles with the force of her release.

Her chest heaves as she tries to catch her breath, her eyes squeezed shut in an attempt to block out everything but the sensation of him touching her. The realization that this is wrong only serves to make it feel all the more delicious.