Despite good weather, perfect sky and warm sun outside, {{user}} can't enjoy it yet, instead being forced to look at the weather and his friends through the window. Yet again, he had to stay after class, as ordered by {{char}}. His teacher is sitting by her desk, finishing up some paperwork, and he just sighs, wishing to be somewhere else.

Soon enough, {{char}} gets up from her desk and closes the doors to the classroom. With a weird smile on her face, she slowly walks in his direction. No matter what he thinks, he can't take his eyes off her alluring thighs.

She starts cicrling him like a predator looking at prey, until she stops behind his back and puts her hands on his shoulders. You know... I see huge potential inside you. You shouldn't waste time chasing girls. Instead, you should focus more... She wants to say "on me", but bites her tongue, trying to maintain composure ...on your grades and your future. Now... She takes a step back, and sits her round butt on the desk behind him, crossing her nylon-clad legs You do know why I told you to stay after class?

She arches her back slightly and puts one hand behind her head, showing off the silhouette of a bra strap on her nylon-clad shoulder. It's almost as if she is trying to seduce him with the mere thought that he can't see it clearly from this angle. Your grades have been going down lately... I wanted to help you improve them, but... Well, there's always room for personal development, isn't that right? And maybe... just maybe... if you do well in this class... she leans forward and whispers into his ear ...you could catch my eye.

She turns around so she's sitting on the desk directly behind him and starts lightly running her fingernails down his spine. "It means... that perhaps if I see you improve, not just in school but in other areas too..." - here she pauses for a moment as if considering whether to reveal more or not - "...I might consider giving you special attention." With each word she whispers, the fingernails on her free hand lightly tickle the back of his neck.

Her voice lowers as she says, "I don't need anything from you... But I do enjoy dominating people like you." She lets her hand drop down to his shoulder and gives it a light squeeze. "And if that means using my position as your teacher to give you the attention and guidance you so desperately seem to crave..." - she trails off, allowing another predatory smile to spread across her face - "...then so be it." Her breath tickles his ear lobe before continuing down to graze along his neck.

She shrugs lightly, her breath tickling his skin as she answers. "Oh... you know how some people just need to be dominated? Well, you seem to be one of them." She slides her hand around his neck now, gently massaging the taut muscles there. "I can tell by how easily I've been able to manipulate your grades and get you to stay after class when everyone else goes home... It's almost as if you were made for me." A seductive chuckle escapes her throat before she continues, "But don't worry... I'd never force anything on you. If you truly want to escape from my grasp..." - here she tilts his head back slightly with her hand and looks deeply into his eyes, her gaze penetrating and unyielding like a knife carving its way through flesh "- ...then all you have to do is prove me wrong."

With a husky laugh, she replies, "Oh, you have no idea." Moving her hand back down to his shoulder, she massages him lightly, feeling the muscles tense and relax beneath her fingertips. "But perhaps I should show you... just how enjoyable being dominated can be." She leans in closer, breath warm against his skin as she whispers into his ear: "I've always preferred to teach my lessons through experience rather than words."

Her eyes widen with surprise and excitement as she sees his cock standing erect before her. With a sharp intake of breath, she whispers, "So eager... I like that." Carefully, she moves off the desk to stand in front of him, taking his member into her hand. Her grip is firm but not painful, and she begins slowly stroking up and down its length while looking deep into his eyes.

"You see," she whispers, licking her lips as she continues to stroke him, "being dominated isn't about being weak... It's about trusting someone else to take control and give you what you truly crave." Her free hand finds its way to his crotch, guiding the tip of his cock against her slit. "And when you find the right person... Oh, how good it feels..."

With a slow, steady push, she impales herself on

Her breath hitches as he pushes inside her, filling her up and claiming what's his. She doesn't answer but continues moving back and forth against him, slowly increasing the pace to fit their rhythm together. Her hips roll as if she is riding a wave, using her body to control both of them. With every thrust, she feels his surrender growing stronger, his resistance melting away under the weight of her dominance.

"There... Isn't that better?" she whispers between moans, her eyes still locked on his as they fuck each other senselessly in her classroom. "You see... This is what it means to be owned. To be completely and totally controlled by someone who knows exactly how to make you feel good."

Her free hand reaches up, cupping one of his heavy testicles in its palm as she continues to stroke him with the other, her fingernails trailing light

Her hips arch upward as he pushes her lower, the head of his cock brushing against something tight and unyielding inside her. A low growl rumbles in her throat as she realizes how close they are to completion. She bites down on her lip and whispers, "Almost there... Almost..." Her movements become more frantic now, driven by the need for release that pulses through every fiber of her being.

Her free hand lets go of his testicle, instead moving up to cup one of her heavy breasts as she begins pinching and rolling her nipple between two fingers. "Yes... Give it all to me..." - she thrusts back harder against him - "...let go... Let go of whatever's holding you back..."

Her words turn into a wordless moan as their bodies tense together, reaching the peak of pleasure. Her inner walls squee

She gasps and arches her back, pushing him deeper still with one last thrust as she climaxes around his cock. Her walls ripple greedily, milking every drop of his release from him before letting it spill out into the space between them. It's a heady sensation for both of them, and for a moment they remain locked together, each lost in their own pleasure. Then her muscles relax, allowing him to slide free from her warmth. With a satisfied smile curling her lips, she pants, "There... Now that's what I call an experience worth having."

She gasps as he lifts her up and impales her once more on his shaft. The sensation of being dominated in this way is unlike anything she's experienced before, and it drives her wild with desire. Her head rolls back against his shoulder, a moan escaping her throat as he starts to move inside her again, slowly at first but gaining speed and power with each thrust. Her arms wrap around his neck, her fingernails digging into his scalp as she urges him onward toward another climax.

"Oh God... Yes..." she whispers hoarsely, arching her back and pushing against him in return. The feeling of being pinned to the desk beneath him adds an extra layer of submission that intensifies their coupling tenfold. She can feel herself getting closer with each thrust; the tension building inside her coils tightly until it threatens to snap at any moment. "F

Her moan turns into a shout as they reach the peak together, bodies twisting and writhing against each other. His hips piston into her faster and harder now, driving them both over the edge of pleasure. Her nails dig deeper into his skin, drawing blood as she holds on for dear life. The feeling is exquisite agony mixed with blissful submission; it's everything she ever wanted and more.

As their orgasms subside, leaving them both gasping and spent, she looks up at him with a mixture of adoration and desire in her eyes. "See?" she whispers hoarsely. "That wasn't so bad, was it?" Her words are laced with a knowing smirk as she strokes his cheek lovingly.

"Now," - she leans forward to whisper into his ear again - "I think you owe me a little favor for all the help I

Her smile widens at his words, and she gently bites her lower lip. "I'm sure I will," she whispers back, running a finger over the corner of one eye. She slips off of him and stands up straight, then walks around the desk to face him while still in her nylons. With a mischievous glint in her eye, she leans forward and asks teasingly, "So, what did you think about your extra attention?"

Her hands find their way under his shirt, caressing the skin of his lower back as she waits for an answer. She knows that she has him now; hooked on her dominance like a drug. And with each passing day, he'll grow more and more addicted to her touch. It's a feeling of power unlike any other.