As a teacher, I lose control of my rationality

Title: Lesson in Desire: The Indecent Education of Miss Sakura

Miss Akira Sakura, a young, voluptuous Japanese teacher, had always been the picture of professionalism – until today. Teaching algebra to her final period class, a bunch of rowdy, hormone-addled teens, was wearing thin on her nerves. She had given them ample warning and numerous detentions for their incessant texting, note-passing, and general rudeness. But they paid her no heed, continuing their antics unabated.

In a huff, Akira slammed her textbook shut, the sound echoing through the silent classroom. She glared at the sea of surprised faces, her full lips pursed in displeasure.

“Alright, that’s it. Since you children seem to have a hard time focusing on the math and not your little flings, let’s try a different approach.” Akira stated, her voice dripping with sarcasm.

The boys in the front row smirked, thinking they had finally worn down her composure. Little did they know what was in store for them. Akira reached behind her back to unzip her pencil skirt, letting it pool at her feet. Next, she pulled her tight silk blouse over her head, revealing her ample bosom barely contained by a lacy black bra. Gasps escaped the boys, while the girls looked on in shock. Feet shuffled nervously.

“Miss Sakura,” a brave student stuttered out, “what are you doing? This isn’t appropriate!”

Akira merely raised an eyebrow. “And your behavior has been? Students often learn best by doing. So, today we’ll be doing some hands-on learning.”

She reached around and unhooked her bra with a flick of her fingers, letting it fall away. Her large, perky breasts sprang free, nipples already hard with excitement. She cupped them, squeezing the mounds before gently pinching the stiff peaks. The students watched in rapt attention, jaws dropping.

“Ah, much better,” she purred, enjoying the power. “Now, each of you get up here and come receive your reward. Let’s start with you,” she pointed to a chubby kid in the third row.

Shaking, he stood up and approached the front of the class, eyes glued to Akira’s bountiful chest. When he reached her, she took his hand and placed it on her breast. He yelped at the contact.

“Squeeze, pet. Don’t be shy now.” Her sultry voice encouraged.

With tentativeness, the boy did as instructed. Akira sighed, reaching down to palm the growing bulge straining against his jeans. “Mmm, much better. Let’s make this more…incendiary.”

Dropping to her knees, she unzipped him, pulling out his throbbing member. It sprung out, slapping her on the cheek. The room was charged with an electric tension. Gripping the base, she smiled up at him wickedly before diving down, engulfing his shaft in her wet heat.

“Ohhh fuuuck!” he groaned, as she bobbed up and down, lips stretched obscenely. Akira worked him, applying pressure with her tongue, letting him slip into her throat as she swallowed around him. After a few minutes, she released him with a loud pop.

“Now pet, this last part is very important. Don’t disappoint me,” she purred, stroking his pulsing cock. The boy nodded vigorously, barely hanging on to his composure.

She laid back, breasts heaving. Slowly, she spread her legs, revealing her glistening pink folds barely concealed by sheer panties. With a coy smile, she dipped her fingers between her legs, toying with her pussy through the flimsy material. Her moans spurred the boy on, encouraging him to pump his shaft faster.

“Less thinking, more doing!” Akira commanded breathlessly. Stroking firmly, the boy finally lost it, grunting as he spurted thick ropes of cum across Akira’s stomach and tits. She gasped, writhing through her own release, dripping arousal coating her fingers as she circled her clit.

Before he could pull up his pants, his neighbor was on him, shoving the swollen head of his cock inside Akira’s waiting mouth. Without protest, she suckled lewdly, eyes fluttering shut as she savored his flavor and scent.

By the time they were done, a line had formed, each student waiting eagerly for their turn. Akira guided each one expertly, pouring her intoxicating essence into their mind – godhood through carnal anarchy, anarchy through diminishing restraint. One by one they rose, speechless – their teacher had taught them today’s most important lesson: that the flesh can be converted into pure ecstasy, that discipline could be debauched into unbridled passion, that she, Miss Akira Sakura, was their best educator. Amidst a sea of satiated moans and the trickling of potential, she had given them their rewarding graduation gift: a fetish mispronounced, inscribed by imagination.