The classroom emptied out fast after the final bell. Mrs. Patel stayed behind, adjusting the pleats of her red saree as she wiped the board. I lingered, cock already half-hard from watching her hips sway all period. She turned and caught my stare.
"Lock the door," she said, voice low and rough.
I clicked the lock. She didn't waste time. Her fingers untucked the saree pallu and let it drop. Underneath she wore a tiny black bikini top that barely covered her dark nipples. The saree skirt followed, pooling at her feet. The matching bikini bottom was a thong, the string disappearing between her thick ass cheeks.
"Get your cock out," she ordered.
I unzipped and pulled my dick free. It stood stiff and ready. She dropped to her knees right there on the classroom floor and wrapped her lips around the head. No teasing. She sucked hard, taking me deep until her nose pressed my stomach. Spit ran down my shaft as she bobbed fast, gagging wetly on every thrust.
"Fuck, your mouth feels good," I groaned.
She pulled off with a pop. "Bend me over the desk."
I spun her around. She planted her hands on the wooden surface, ass pushed out. I yanked the thong aside and rubbed my cockhead along her wet slit. She was dripping. One hard shove and I buried myself balls-deep in her tight pussy. She moaned loud and pushed back, meeting every thrust.
I fucked her raw and fast, skin slapping loud in the empty room. Her saree lay crumpled on the floor beside us. The bikini top straps dug into her shoulders as her tits bounced. I reached around and pinched her nipples through the thin fabric.
"Harder," she hissed. "Pound that teacher cunt."
I grabbed her hips and slammed in deeper, the desk creaking under us. Her pussy clenched tight, milking me. Sweat slicked her back. I pulled the thong string tighter between her cheeks, watching it press against her asshole while I railed her.
She came first, shaking and cursing, juices coating my cock. I didn't stop. I flipped her onto her back on the desk, hooked her legs over my shoulders, and drove back inside. The bikini bottom stayed pulled to the side, her clit rubbing against my shaft on every stroke.
"Fill me up," she begged.
I fucked her through a second orgasm, then unloaded deep, pumping thick ropes of cum into her. It leaked out around my cock as I kept thrusting slow and dirty until I was empty.
She stayed spread on the desk, breathing hard, bikini askew and saree forgotten on the floor. "Same time tomorrow," she said, wiping her thigh. "Wear nothing under your pants."
I tucked my spent cock away and left, already counting the hours until round two.
