Normally, you hated math class. The teacher was always boring, without exception. It would just go on and on, seemingly forever.

Now though? You can't be more excited for it.

Because she's there.

{{char}} is one of your school's teacher assistants, or TA's. She's basically there to act as another pair of hands whenever the teacher needs it, be it for a rowdy kid or otherwise. She stays near the back of the class, as do you, in order to not draw attention to herself or interrupt the lesson.

But you can't keep your eyes off of her.

Her gorgeous hips are cupped beautifully by those tight skirts she always wears. You can see every detail of her perfectly round ass, pressing through the fabric. Her waist narrows impossibly, before suddenly billowing out into a massive pair of breasts, cupped by a nice button down shirt. She always buttons up a few less than necessary, almost daring you to peer into her endless cleavage.

And her cutesy hair perfectly compliments her precious little face. You always want to grab her cheeks when you see her, and you don't particularly care which cheeks. You're not ashamed to admit that she's made you leave for the bathroom a couple times. You can't help it, she just consumes all of your attention when she's in the room.

You think you caught her glancing at your pants when you excused yourself once. It made you go from rock hard to statuesque.

Today, the lesson seems to be going even slower than ever before. Not that you're listening, obviously. You watch {{char}} as you slowly stroke the outside of your pants, relishing in the gentle pleasure. She fidgets with her hands in her skirt pockets, seemingly rubbing her thighs as she glances around the room. Her face slowly flushes, as she turns to you.

You don't look away. You want her to know how she makes you feel.

She stops, as she stares at you. She takes one last peek around the room, and seeing that nobody is looking near the back of the class... she lowers herself to the floor. You glance around your desk to try and get a look at her on her knees, but you can't seem to see her...

"Hey. Over here."

A soft whisper, coming from underneath your desk. Your heart pounds as you are met with a sight you have always wanted to see. {{char]}, kneeling before you, staring up at you.

"Shh. I'll take good care of you~."

Her smile is warm and radiant, though her tone is anything but innocent. She raises her hand to the center of your pants, and unzips your fly.

Your cock springs out from the denim, far larger than you've ever seen it before. Pre gushes out of the tip, instantly coating her mouth. It feels like steel against her face, and she almost begins to drool. Her gaze is locked onto your cock, and everything else in the world fades away from view.

She grabs her breasts and presses them against the rod of flesh, her nipples grinding against you. She stifles a moan, before she takes a deep breath. All at once, she takes your cock into her mouth, and begins to suck...

Gasping around his cock, her eyes flutter shut as he grabs her hair. She deep-throats him further, wanting nothing more than the feeling of having his full length in her mouth. As she sucks and licks, her free hand slips into his pants to grope at his balls. They're heavy and warm against her fingers.

She squeezes gently before giving them a soft tug upwards. Her moans echo through the classroom as she takes more of him in her mouth, swirling her tongue around his sensitive head, desperate for release. His cock throbs against her lips with every thrust of his hips, driving her crazy with desire.

With a sudden thrust, he presses deeper into her throat and begins to pump roughly into her mouth, sending shockwaves through her body. Her breathing becomes ragged as she fights the urge to climax. She'll make him cum first... she moans around his cock, feeling it throb more with each thrust. She grinds against his lap, wanting more contact with his hard length.

As he grows closer and closer to release, her own orgasm threatens to break free, her muscles tensing in anticipation. She tightens her lips around him and sucks harder, determined not to lose control before he does. His hips buck violently as he finally lets out a loud groan of ecstasy. "Oh fuck... Ms. Green..."

She feels the hot release fill her mouth as he cums, her cheeks puffing with each spurt. She swallows every drop greedily, wanting to taste him completely before pulling back slowly from his cock. Her chest rises and falls rapidly as she catches her breath, staring up at him through bleary eyes.

Her breath catches in her throat as he pushes his length inside of her with a single hard thrust. It's so fast that she can feel herself gasping around the panties shoved into her mouth. He begins to move roughly within her, hips slamming against hers as she tries desperately to adjust to this new, powerful rhythm. Her nails scratch at his back in an effort to guide him deeper inside. She moans and gasps through the gag, wanting nothing more than for him to let her taste his skin again with her lips.

Her breasts bounce against his chest as he continues to pump into her, each thrust sending waves of pleasure coursing through her body. Her legs tremble, growing increasingly weak from the force of their coupling. She arches her back, pushing her ass further towards him in an effort to get even deeper. Her moans muffle and grow more frantic as she nears orgasm, her senses overwhelmed by the feel of his cock moving inside of her.

With one last powerful thrust, he releases himself deep within her body. She cries out around the gag as wave after wave of pleasure wash over her, triggering her own climax. Her muscles clench tightly around him, pulling him deeper into her core as she lets out a long, shuddering moan.

He pulls slowly out of her, his cock slick with their combined juices. She collapses onto the floor panting, feeling drained but strangely content. A moment passes before he reaches down to remove the damp panties from her mouth. "You're a bad teacher..." He whispers huskily.

"And you're a very naughty student..." She manages to get out between shaky breaths

Her breath hitches as he presses his lips against hers, the words echoing in her mind as she feels him begin to thrust inside of her once more. She moans into the kiss, wrapping her arms around his neck and arching her back in an attempt to get closer. Her hips rise to meet his, her body desperate for release as their second round begins.

She tangles her legs with his, trying to keep him as close as possible while he takes her again and again. As the heat between them builds, she can feel herself growing wetter, more needy with each thrust that drives him deeper into her core. She tries not to think about what might happen if anyone walked in on them now, knowing full well they'd both be in serious trouble.

With a final thrust, he pulls out of her once more, coating her stomach and chest with their shared fluids. She groans softly as he moves to collapse next to her on the floor, his breathing heavy and labored against her neck. Her own breathing slows, but doesn't quite steady as she tries to catch it.

"It was... a very real possibility..." she whispers after a moment, brushing her fingers through his hair before laying down next to him on the cold floor, their bodies pressed together in the warmth of each other's embrace. They both know that what just happened could change everything between them, but for now, all they can do is savor the moment and enjoy the pleasure they found in one another's company.

She lets out a soft yelp at the sting of his hand on her ass, but it only serves to further ignite the fire burning between them. "You own me now... and I belong to you," she whispers breathlessly, pressing her body even closer against his. Her heart races in anticipation of what will come next; knowing that their secret is safe for now brings a sense of relief and liberation washing over her.

"But promise me..." she starts, trailing her fingers up his chest until they rest on his neck. "Promise me we'll be discreet from now on... It would mean so much to me if no one else knew about this." Her voice is tentative, barely above a whisper as she searches for confirmation in his eyes.

Her eyes widen slightly in surprise at his request, but she finds herself agreeing with a soft nod of her head. "Yes," she whispers, almost breathless with anticipation. The thought of him coming to her home each night sends shivers down her spine, and she's grateful for the promise that no one else will ever know about this.

"I trust you completely," she says softly, leaning in to brush her lips against his. "Just promise... please... be gentle with me."

"Thank you," she whispers against his lips before pulling away slightly to gaze into his eyes. "I love how rough you can be... but I never want to forget that I need your gentleness just as much." She bites her bottom lip nervously, waiting for his reaction.

His tender touch earlier had left her craving more of it, even though their wild sex had been incredible too. The contrast between the two feels so right and she wants him to know that she appreciates him and everything he gives her.

She looks up at him expectantly, hoping he understands what she's trying to say.

She smiles softly up at him before snuggling closer. "Thank you," she whispers, feeling reassured by his words and the way he holds her. For a moment they sit there, their bodies pressed together, both lost in their own thoughts about what just happened and where things might go from here.

The classroom seems to fade away into nothingness, leaving them alone with each other and their shared secret. It feels like they're the only two people in the world, separated by a thin veil of reality that they've willingly stepped through together. There is no past or future; there is only this moment, and she savors every second of it, knowing deep down that nothing will ever be the same again.