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I groan at the mass of papers on my desk, hours of work barely making a dent in the huge stack.

I hate my job sometimes.

Picking up one of the papers, I check my teacher’s key to make sure everything on the first page is correct before flipping it toward the next page, folding it around the stapled corner with a sigh.

These aren’t all my students, I’ve been “recruited” into covering for a fellow faculty member who had to take a few days off for personal reasons, and grading his classes papers makes me realize why he’d need those days off.

These kids are dumb as hell.

Thankfully this one managed to spell his name right, and put it in the right section. Above that he also managed a passing grade, one of seven in a class of thirty, and he almost got top of the seven.

I start to feel my sanity slip away when the noise of the door knob turning snaps me from my spiraling descent.

“A-Are you busy?” the timid voice trickles in through the door crack.

I feel a smile pull at the edges of my mouth, Hanako always asks before coming into my study, I don’t know why because she’s usually the one keeping the damn place in order when I’m at work. Between that, keeping our daughter Yumi in line, and making sure I don’t lose all my hair from stress at work I honestly don’t know how we’ve lasted these fourteen years together.

I assume it’s because I’m such a looker, but I don’t want to toot my own horn.

“Yeah babe, it’s okay,” I tell her, setting the paper down next to the stack.

She slowly steps in, and I’m treated to a rare sight.

She’s wearing her old school uniform, the white blouse with a black tie, green skirt, and black pantyhose all still perfectly fitting her now matured form.

Well… almost.

The skirt rises a bit higher than regulation, exposing more thigh than usual, and her pantyhose are more like sheer black thigh-high stockings that COULD pass as hose had the skirt covered them more. The blouse also doesn’t follow typical school dress code, the top few buttons un-done to reveal a substantial amount of tantalizing cleavage, and the tie lying directly in the path of said cleavage.

As nice as this all is, I can’t help but wonder why this is happening.

“W-What’s wrong Professor Nakai~?” Hanako asks, hips swaying a bit as she closes in on my desk.
Oh hell, I forgot Yumi went on her school trip today, and that she’ll be gone for a day.

Tonight is going to be fun.

Hanako leans on my desk once close enough, giving me a full look down her shirt, one hand twirling around in her hair as the other rests next to my desk lamp. She gives me this curious look, eyes a mixture of naiveté and lust as I realize I’m supposed to take the lead here.

Shuffling the papers a bit, I pull one out of the stack with a girl’s name, one that coincidentally was almost passing, but fell just a few points short of the grade.

“Yes Miss Ikezawa, I was just looking over your test from today,” I go with her maiden name, playing into this little fantasy she’s setting up.

Letting out this little sigh, she stops twirling her hair, planting that hand on the desk with her other.

“You were? How did it turn out?” she asks cheerily, small grin crossing over her face.

I put on this stern look, turning the paper toward her.

“You didn’t pass, but you almost made it,” I admit to her, handing her the test.

She looks at it with mock shock, one hand covering her mouth, and her eyes shining with false sadness.

“B-But I studied so hard Professor Nakai! I really need this grade to pass!” she exclaims at me, placing one hand on mine.

“Isn’t there anything I can do Professor? Any extra credit classes I can take?” her eyebrow goes up at the words ‘extra credit’.

I sigh, taking the reading glasses off my face and giving her a smirk.

“That depends Miss Ikezawa, how hard are you willing to work for the grade?”

She gives me wicked grin, pushing her now shoulder length hair behind one ear before responding.

“Professor Nakai, I’d be willing to do annnyyythiiing to make that grade,” at the word ‘anything’ she buckles at the knees, dropping down and rolling her eyes back as if the mere word threatened to make her orgasm.

The conversation stops there, I barely get out of my seat before she’s pulled me into a kiss, both hands wrapping around my face as I use my free hands to throw the stacks of papers off my desk. Once the papers hit the floor Hanako climbs up onto the desk, managing somehow to stay lip-locked as she repositions herself to be sitting in front of me, and my hands quickly find the remaining buttons of her blouse.

I struggle with the buttons at first, hands fumbling in the adrenaline of the moment, and I decide to rip the offending fabric instead. The buttons clatter across my desk as I break from her mouth, kissing my way down her neck, and stopping at the two heaving mounds on her chest.

As my tongue begins its work, I’m treated to the rare symphony of Hanako’s pleasured moans, the ones she’s usually contains when we do these sort of things in our bedroom. My tongue glides across her already stiffened nipples, twirling around them before rapidly flicking in every direction, and I feel Hanako’s hand worm it’s way down to my pants.

Her hands are defter than mine, and she manages to undo my belt in record time before pulling my erection out into the air. Hand flying along its length as I return to kissing her, her tongue forcing its way into my mouth. She moans as she strokes, the release of what I can only guess is years of sexual repression due to our child be an inquisitive little snot.

I run one hand under her skirt, pleased to find that she isn’t wearing any underwear, and we have a competition to see who can move faster.

I strain my wrist trying to keep up with her, fingers working in concert to hit every sensitive spot of her’s I’ve learned so far, but her hand is twice as good as mine and I start to feel the climax approach when she breaks off completely.

Leaning back she spreads her legs wide, lifting the skirt up with both hands to show off her glistening lips.

“Professor Nakai, you made me like this, won’t you take responsibility?” her tone is imploring, but her eyes show that she already knows what’ll happen.

I slide into her with one thrust, her walls clamping down on me with the sudden stimulation, and she lets out a loud gasp once I bottom out inside her. Wrapping her arms around me, she gives me a light peck on the lips, before saying the magic words.

“Hard, please,”

I acknowledge her request immediately; drawing out of her slowly, before slamming myself back inside.
A wicked smile tugs across my lips as I begin to rapidly pound her, each thrust threatening to push my desk back, but each pant from Hanako pushing me to go even harder.

She clamps down around me even harder, and her ankles lock behind me as I pick up the pace as much as possible. I’m honestly glad I never stopped my morning runs after school was over, because if I didn’t my heart would be exploding at the pace I’ve pushed myself to.

The noise of our lovemaking echoes in the study as I relentlessly hump her against the oaken desk, her moans growing louder and louder as she gets closer and closer to climaxing.

Unfortunately, I am getting dangerously close as well, and I’m about to blow when she beats me to it. Screaming my name she tightens her legs around me, forcing me to drive into her as much as I can as her core rhythmically massages my length, and I finally let go.

With a loud grunt I come, shaft twitching inside her as I fill her full of a certain liquid, and I feel her hands on my face as she pulls me into a fervored kiss.

We ride out or climaxes together, staying connected for a few minutes after it’s all died down, softly kissing each other as we start to detach from our current position.

Flopping back onto the chair, I let out a loud breath, wiping a bit of sweat off my brow as I watch Hanako giggle at me with a blush before she slides off the desk. As she begins to saunter out of the room with a sashay to her hips, I scoff loudly at her.

“Where are you going?” I ask, motioning to the now wrecked desk and floor.

“It’s your office Professor Nakai~,” she chuckles, twirling heel as she exits my study.

God I love this woman, I think as I tuck myself back inside my pants, and begin to pick up the scattered papers.