Your addicted

"I'm hungry, but not for food," you tell Rebecca.

Rebecca's breath catches in her throat as you lean down. Her lips open to you as you capture her mouth. Your tongue strikes deep as she mewls at the feel of you. Breaking the kiss, Rebecca shivers as you nibble her lower lip before moving on.

"Oh god," the redhead sighs, shuddering as you start to massage her breasts through her top.

You feel Rebeccas hand grab onto your belt and you break you kiss roughly ordering,"Hands behind your back, little girl."

She shudders, replying, "Yes, sir."

"You were such a naughty girl yesterday, torturing me like you did," you remark with a lusty smile.

You interrupt whatever she was going to say by quickly cupping her ass and lifting the redhead up, causing her to yip.

Despite her struggling to keep her arms behind her back, Rebecca wrapped her legs around you as you rounded your desk. Sitting her on your desk, your lips move to the hollow of her throat. With a whimper, her head falls back, giving you access. Feeling her pulse thumping under your tongue, you nibble and lick.

"Lay back, hands over your head, my pet," you order, your hands moving to your belt, undoing it.

Rebecca lies back on your desk, her breathing as ragged as your own. If anyone came into your classroom, there was no way you could explain this away. You were beyond caring.

Rebecca started squirming as your cock was freed—all eight inches of it, a standard waiting to be planted deep.

Looking at her writhing, you comment, "You want it badly, don't you?"

"Yes, sir," she whimpers as you raise her skirt, baring her from the waist down.

You reach out, stroking her tight slit through her already soaked panties. Rebecca's hips buck at your touch, and a needy cry of pleasure is **** from her throat.

Removing her final line of defense, you drop the bit of cloth onto the desk, exalting, "Such a wanton slut, all mine to enjoy."

"Please, please give it to me," Rebecca begged, spreading her legs to give all the room you could want.

Looming over Rebecca, she mouths "please" at you as you position yourself, feeling her labia. Staring into her green eyes, you then bark out, "YOU ARE MINE."

At the same time you say "mine," you savagely thrust balls deep into her hungry twat. Her tight pussy rippled around your shaft, the heat and wetness demanding your attention. Giving her no chance to recover. Your hips start to move, setting a hard but deep rhythm. Attacking her throat, you feel Rebecca's legs wrap around you, her grunts and moans music to your ears.

After a dozen teeth-rattling thrusts, you growl, "This is what happens when my sluts tease me. They...get...fucked...hard!"

"Yes please, pppuunnishh mmmee," Rebecca half screamed in reply.

You vaguely hear something fall from your desk, shattering on the floor. But the only sounds that mattered were Rebecca's cries of pleasure and the sound of flesh slapping against flesh.

You both were getting close when you felt her hands grab your ass, begging, "Please cum in me, fill me up."

Her nail digging in spurred on with a shout, "Fucking take it." You thrust once more, going deep as you shoot your first rope of thick cum into her hungry womb. The feel of your seed shooting into her sends her over the edge as her whole body locks up. Going into overdrive, her twat turned into a vice as it sought to suck out every bit of cum your balls had.

Kissing the redhead, you rode out her aftershocks as her writhing pussy extracted every bit of your DNA it could.

You feel her legs unwrap themselves as your sanity begins to reassert itself. Reluctantly you lever yourself into your chair as you watch your cum dribble out of a well-used pussy.

"That was…" Rebecca murmured, still laid out on your desk.

"You took your punishment well," you joke with a tired chuckle. Rebecca sat up with a soft look in her eyes. Looking down at her well-fucked hole, your lover gathered up some of your cum that had dribbled out.

She stared at that milky white fluid for a long moment before meeting your gaze, saying in a low tone, "I'm ovulating."

"You are," you question, your mind going into overdrive. You hear a gasp come from your classroom door. You look up at the person who just walked in.