Mrs. Lena Washington locked the classroom door after the last student filed out. At 38 she was the hottest black teacher in the building, thick hips, heavy tits that strained her blouses, and a round ass that made every boy in senior class stare. Today she kept Jamal behind. He was 18, tall, and had been eye-fucking her all semester.
Lock it, she told him, voice low and rough. Jamal turned the deadbolt. She leaned against her desk, skirt hiked just enough to show thick thighs. You been looking at my ass all year. Time to do something about it.
Jamal stepped close. She grabbed his belt, yanked it open, and pulled his cock out. It was already hard and thick. She stroked it once, twice, then dropped to her knees on the classroom floor. Fuck, Mrs. Washington, he groaned. She opened her mouth and took him deep, lips stretching around the shaft, tongue working the underside. Spit ran down her chin as she bobbed, gagging when he hit the back of her throat. She pulled off, strings of saliva connecting her mouth to his dick. You like that? My black teacher mouth on your cock?
She stood, turned, and bent over the desk. Her skirt rode up, no panties underneath. Her pussy was shaved and already wet. Jamal moved behind her, rubbed his cockhead along her slit, then shoved in hard. She gasped, gripping the desk edge. Yes, fuck that black pussy, she hissed. He started pounding, balls slapping her ass, the desk scraping the tile floor with every thrust. Her tits spilled out of her open blouse, nipples dragging across scattered papers.
He reached around, rubbed her clit while he fucked her. She pushed back, meeting every stroke. Deeper, boy. Make your teacher cum. Her walls clenched around him. She came hard, juices dripping down her thighs onto the floor. Jamal didnt stop. He pulled out, spun her around, lifted her onto the desk, and slammed back in. Her legs wrapped around his waist. He sucked one dark nipple into his mouth, biting lightly while he drove into her.
She clawed his back. Fill me up. Cum in your teachers cunt. Jamal groaned, thrust deep, and unloaded. Hot spurts flooded her pussy, leaking out around his cock as he kept pumping. They stayed locked together, breathing hard, sweat mixing on their skin.
She slid off the desk, pushed him into her chair, and straddled him again. Were not done, she said, riding him slow and dirty until he was hard once more. This time she faced away, ass bouncing on his lap while she played with her clit. The second load she took on her tongue, swallowing every drop while she looked up at him.
Afterward she straightened her clothes, unlocked the door, and handed him a note. Same time tomorrow. Dont be late. Jamal left with a grin. Mrs. Washington wiped her desk, already wet again thinking about round two.