The chalk dust hung in the air, illuminated by the afternoon sun slanting through the classroom windows. A silence descended after the last student had left. But it was a charged silence, different from the usual quietude after a long day. I saw her sitting there, her black hair cascading down her shoulders, an innocent angel. Or so it seemed.
"Professor," she began, her voice a soft tremor, "I need some extra help..." She moved closer, her eyes meeting mine, a spark of mischief flickering within. She was wearing short skirt that showed off her big ass.
I gestured her to come closer. Before I could respond, she was on her knees in front of me, gently taking my foot in her hands. Her lips were soft and warm against my skin as she gave me a foot job. A jolt shot through me – pure, raw pleasure. A taboo made oh-so-irresistible.
The minutes blurred as her ministrations intensified. I could feel the heat rising in my face, the blood pulsing in my temples. I reached out, my hand finding the soft curve of her hip. She didn't pull away. Instead, she leaned into my touch, her breath catching in her throat.
I lifted her up, our bodies colliding with a soft thud. She was close, so close I could feel the heat radiating off her. Her Asian beauty was breathtaking, it drew me in like a moth to a flame.
We kissed, a deep, desperate kiss that spoke volumes. The classroom was no longer a place of learning, but a sanctuary of lust. One thing led to another and we had sex on a desk in the classroom. I felt like I was in heaven. As I cum, she opened her mouth and took it all like the good student she is.
This was wrong, I knew. But in that moment, surrounded by the echoes of our forbidden passion, all I felt was an overwhelming desire to keep her closer, to never let her go. She was mine, and I was hers.
