The bell had rung and the hallways of Tokyo’s elite high-school stood empty except for the soft click of Michiru Ogawa’s low-heeled pumps. The 27-year-old Japanese teacher’s hips swayed inside the tight pencil-skirt that hugged her peachy ass so perfectly even the class president had once come in his pants from staring at it. Tonight, the only student left was Kenji, the 18-year-old senior who had lingered behind under the pretext of extra tutoring. The real reason, Michiru knew, was the swollen bulge he kept pressing against his desk whenever she bent over.
She locked the classroom door with a decisive twist, then turned, black-rimmed glasses glinting beneath fluorescent lights. “Kenji-kun,” she cooed, voice dripping honeyed authority, “you’ve been fantasizing about your Japanese teacher’s tight asshole every afternoon, haven’t you?” His face flushed crimson; she could practically smell the precum soaking through his school trousers. “Tonight you get your anal obsession satisfied, uncensored, just like you begged in your notes.”
Kenji gulped. The sight of Michiru unbuttoning her blouse one torturous button at a time had his cock straining painfully against his zipper. Her lacy navy bra barely contained round breasts with erect nipples he’d fantasized about sucking every night. She teased the skirt down slowly, revealing the skimpiest pair of sheer white panties cut high enough to expose the swell of her buttocks. A tiny pink bow rode right above her crack, an arrow pointing to paradise.
“On your knees, student,” she commanded, voice turning husky. Kenji obeyed instantly, pressing his face between her cheeks, inhaling the musky heat of her Japanese teacher pussy and the secret, darker scent he craved. She moaned softly as his tongue traced the rim of her asshole, delicate licks turning to bold, wet probes. Every time he pushed inside, she arched back, silky hair cascading over her shoulders like spilled ink.
When Michiru could bear no more teasing, she dropped onto the desk, legs spreading wide. She hiked the skirt around her waist, revealing the glistening pussy lips beneath the sheer panties, already slick from Kenji’s worship. “You want to fuck me in the ass, don’t you?” she whispered, guiding his trembling hand toward the waistband. Kenji freed his cock, a thick, uncut shaft pulsing with raw need. A glistening bead of precum dripped from the tip, landing on the wooden floor with soft patter.
He aligned the swollen head against her spit-slicked rear entrance, nudging gently. Michiru’s breath hitched; her eyes rolled back as the first inch of cock breached her tight Japanese asshole. The stretch burned deliciously. Inch by inch, Kenji fed his length into the forbidden heat, groaning at the silky squeeze gripping him like a vise. Once fully seated, he paused, savoring the sensation of her teacher’s virgin asshole enveloping every vein.
Kenji started a slow, relentless rhythm, hips pistoning steadily. Each thrust slapped wet skin against her round cheeks, echoing through the quiet classroom. Michiru’s cries climbed higher, raw and shameless. “Deeper,” she hissed, “fuck my Japanese teacher asshole deeper, student!” Sweat beaded on Kenji’s brow as he slammed harder, balls slapping her pussy lips with every stroke.
Between them, the desk rocked dangerously. Papers fluttered, a ruler clattered to the floor. Michiru reached down, two fingers swirling over her clit as Kenji pounded her. She felt him swelling inside her, the pulse of his impending climax vibrating through her walls. With a guttural roar, he erupted, thick ropes of cum flooding her anal canal until it overflowed, trickling down her thighs like pearly tears.
Kenji collapsed against her back, panting, cock still lodged deep. Michiru turned her head, glasses fogged, smiling lazily. “Now you’ve taken your Japanese teacher’s asshole like a man,” she murmured, voice hoarse with pleasure, “but next time, we’ll film it uncensored for Japan HDV, and the world will watch you conquer Michiru Ogawa’s anal obsession.”
