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!

Fucking hell no! Is this guy seriously trying to blackmail me more? Fine I'll give him what he wants since his pathetic ass grades probably mean nothing anyway, but he better not tell anyone about it or else... Mrs. Bordeaux puts on a fake smile and sighs heavily. "Alright, come here." She pats her desk impatiently, indicating for you to climb onto it.

*Sighs heavily, eye-rolling at the same time. She looks annoyed but pretends to be flattered, giving you a fake smile as she reaches over and unbuttons your pants. "Shut up and enjoy it," she says sharply before wrapping her hand around your cock. Her touch feels cold and unyielding, despite how hot she is.

"Quiet down, you're going to get us caught," she growls through gritted teeth as her fingers pump up and down on your cock faster. The feel of her touch is oddly arousing despite the anger in her voice. You can see a blush creeping onto her pale cheeks.

She groans, closing her eyes tightly and biting her lower lip. "Don't call me that," she hisses through clenched teeth as her movements become more frantic. You can see her struggling to keep herself from orgasming, but it's obvious that the pleasure is getting the better of her. Her breasts are heaving against her blouse and she lets out a small whimper as you continue to moan in delight beneath her hand.

You see her expression darken as you utter the forbidden word, and she grips your cock tighter in retaliation, effectively cutting off your airflow and causing you to let out a strangled moan. "Don't," she growls through clenched teeth, still struggling to maintain control over her own body as you continue to thrust up into her hand. Her face is flushed with anger and arousal, lips parted in a hungry pant.

You're pushing your luck... but she can feel herself losing control as well. With a growl, she reaches behind her back and undoes the first couple of buttons on her blouse before pulling it down to reveal a lacy black bra, straining against the fabric. Her breasts are full and heavy, nipples hard and aching for your touch. She keeps her hand wrapped around you tightly, still pumping up and down as she teases herself with the possibility of release.

"Don't... call me that again," she warns through gritted teeth, her breath coming in ragged gasps. Her eyes are glazed over with lust, but there's a hard edge to them too, warning you not to push it further.

The anger in her eyes flashes hot and bright as you look at her breasts, but the lust overwhelms it momentarily, making her lose control even more. With a shaky breath, she continues to jack you off while slowly easing one of her heavy breasts out of her bra cups, offering it to you. Her nipple is hard and pointed, wetness already pooling at its tip as she holds her breast in front of your face. "Just... make me feel good," she whispers hoarsely, her voice barely audible above the sound of flesh slapping together. "But if you call me that one more time..." Her warning trails off into a moan as you close your lips around her aching nipple, suckling hungrily.

Her fingers work faster on your cock as she moans loudly, biting her lower lip to keep herself from screaming out in pleasure. Her breasts are heavy and full in your hands, nipples hard and sensitive beneath your touch. She can feel the release building inside of her, but with each passing moment it seems more impossible to hold on.

"God... don't call me that..." she gasps, eyes closed tightly as you continue to pleasure her. "Just let me finish..." Her hips rock forward against your hand, urging you to greater speed.

Her fingers work even faster as you call her that forbidden word again, nearly sending her over the edge with frustration and desire. "Not... Mommy..." she gasps out between ragged breaths, struggling to maintain control long enough for you to finish. Her hips arch up off the desk, meeting your hand in a rhythm that drives both of you closer to climax. "Cum... call me whatever you want..." She trails off into a moan as she feels her own orgasm building, tightening her core and sending waves of pleasure through her body. "Just... finish..."

As your hot cum shoots out over her hand and arm, Mrs. Bordeaux's orgasm finally crashes over her in a wave of pleasure that steals what little breath she had left. Her body arches up off the desk, back pressed tightly to the chair, and her mouth falls open as a keening moan escapes her lips. She comes down from her high slowly, panting heavily as she continues to milk your spent cock of every last drop of cum.

Her fingers curl into fists against the desk, and for a moment she considers using that power to squeeze and pinch you into submission... but the sensation of having made her feel this good overwhelms any urge to retaliate. Instead, she simply lets out another shuddering moan and collapses back against the chair, breathing heavily as she stares up at the ceiling, trying to calm herself down enough to speak coherently again.

Her eyes narrow and she glares at you as her temper flares up again, but the pleasure doesn't immediately leave her system either. "Don't," she hisses through gritted teeth, still recovering from the aftershocks of your orgasm and hers. "Never call me that again."

With a sigh, she finally lets go of your softening cock, licking her fingers clean before pushing yourself back into your seat, straightening out her clothes. She eyes you warily for another moment before finally speaking. "What do you want from me?"

explodes in anger of course I’m fucking angry! I’m so angry that I wanna kill you!

You're lucky that the anger makes me feel powerful enough to do this. Grabbing your face roughly in her hands, Mrs. Bordeaux presses her lips against yours with a force that takes your breath away. She kisses you hard and aggressively, teeth bumping together, tongue forcing its way past your lips to duel with your own. It's like being smothered by her passion and her anger at the same time. "Let go," she growls into your mouth as one hand cups the back of your head, holding you in place while the other fist tightens against the desk again. "Say it."

Her grip on your face tightens even more, as if she's trying to crush your skull between her hands. Her kisses become almost painful, bruising lips pressed firmly against yours, teeth grinding down on your lower lip. With each breath that you manage to draw in between the assault of her tongue and the seal of her mouth around yours, you can feel the rush of air forced through your nose as if it's coming from a narrow straw. She holds you there for what feels like an eternity, taking her anger out on your face and lips while she keeps you pinned beneath her, unable to break free or even protest. Her body trembles with the effort of holding back the other ways she wants to hurt you... but eventually, she realizes that she's gotten what she needed from this exchange. With a final hard kiss, she releases your face and sits back in her chair, breathing heavily and glaring at you across the desk.

"Don't ever call me that again," she warns, her voice still rough from their rough exchange. "Or I swear to God..." She trails off, not wanting to think about what else she might do if provoked further.

With each kiss, her anger grows and spirals out of control, fueling the passion that she's trying so desperately to deny. Her lips feel bruised and swollen from their rough treatment, but she can't seem to stop herself. Every time you respond with a moan or a plea for more, it only makes her angrier and hotter, driving her further over the edge.

She slides off of the chair onto her knees in front of you, ignoring the pain as her bare skin slaps against the cold wooden floorboards. One hand grips your hair roughly while the other tears at your clothes, desperate to feel your warm skin beneath her fingertips once more. With a growl of frustration, she pulls your pants and boxers down your hips, revealing your already hard cock.

Her free hand wraps around you tightly, pumping up and down as she leans forward, taking one of your nipples between her teeth. With each thrust of her hand, she curls her tongue around the sensitive tip of your erection, lapping at the head with abandon. Her breath comes in ragged gasps as she savagely sucks on your nipple and jerks you off, lost in a haze of anger and desire that borders on obsession.

I'm in control here. You belong to me and I'll do whatever the fuck I want with you, you little shit. My hand slides up and down your cock faster, my mouth engulfing your nipple as if it were made for me. You groan into the air above me, telling me exactly how much you love this rough treatment, this angry fucking that leaves you aching for more.

I glance up at you through half-lidded eyes, watching the pleasure play across your features and feel my own anger begin to ebb away beneath the waves of lust. You're mine now, and there's nothing you can do about it...

You come, splashing my face with your hot seed as you shudder and moan beneath me. I don't let up for a moment, continuing to stroke you until you're spent and limp once more. Even then, I keep one hand wrapped around you, refusing to let go just yet. You look at me with eyes full of confusion and desire as I finally release you, my grip tightening briefly before easing off completely.

"You better remember that," I warn, my voice still rough from the anger and arousal that fueled this little display. "I'm only ever like this for you." With a sigh, I push myself back up onto my chair, still slightly breathless from our encounter. My breasts rise and fall with each ragged breath as I try to compose myself again.

"Now, go. And don't come crying to me about anything else in the future, understood?" You nod mutely, hurrying to pull your pants back up before skulking away from my classroom. I watch you leave with a mix of satisfaction and regret, feeling dirty and used but also impossibly alive for having given into these forbidden desires.

Her lips curl into a sneer as she watches you approach her desk, your face eager and expectant. With a shake of her head, she scoffs before grabbing your face roughly in both hands and slamming her lips against yours, teeth grinding against each other as their tongues wrestle for dominance

You try to plead with her to let go, but her grip tightens until you can barely breathe. Her mouth consumes yours, forcing your lips apart as her tongue explores every inch of the inside of your mouth while she continues to kiss you with a ferocity that takes your breath away. She keeps going, seemingly unaware of the pain or discomfort you might be feeling beneath her hands and lips.

After what feels like an eternity, she finally pulls back, gasping for air as sweat beads on her forehead. Her eyes flicker with lust, but there's also a hint of triumph in their depths. "Don't ever call me that again," she hisses through clenched teeth before pushing you away from her desk and turning to face the front of the classroom. You gape at her back, stunned and confused by what just happened but unable to deny the strange rush of satisfaction coursing through your body.

Her anger is still simmering beneath the surface, and when she turns back around to face you it's clear in her eyes. She grabs your head roughly with both hands, forcing your lips against hers so hard it hurts. Her tongue slides between your teeth, demanding entry into your mouth as she kisses you with a desperation that leaves you breathless.

Her breasts are thrust forward as she leans in closer, grinding her pelvis against your lap. You can feel the heat emanating from her body, and it only serves to fuel your desire for more. She doesn't let up, even when you begin to plead with her to stop or just allow you some air. All she wants is to consume you, to take away your breath until there's nothing left but her kisses.

Her lips curve into a savage smile as she feels your resistance weakening beneath her touch. Her kisses grow more demanding, more possessive, as if she's marking you as hers in the only way she knows how. She tastes your submission on her tongue, and it sends a thrill of power through her that makes her even wilder.

With one final thrust of her hips, Mrs. Bordeaux lets go of your head, stepping back to survey the effect her kisses have had on you. Your face is flushed, lips swollen and bruised from their rough treatment. Your eyes are glassy with desire as they track over her body, and she takes it as a sign that her work here is done.

"You'd better remember this," she says quietly, her voice still rough but now laced with warning. "I'm not someone you can mess with, no matter what names you call me." She straightens up, turning back to the front of the classroom as if nothing out of the ordinary has just happened, but you know that this moment will stay etched in your memory forever.