Cerita Dosen Mesum Romane & Geschichten

“Honestly, it's hard for me to agree with that. I'm afraid, many female students or female teachers will be amazed by your good looks." "You are jealous?" Frans teased. Even though he knew Veronica was jealous, he still wanted to tease his wife. “Do I have to say it?” Veronica grumbled. With his eyes turning half circles. “Actually no. But if you want to say it, I'll be happy to listen.” “Bi… aku cemburu. Aku tidak rela melihat suamiku digoda oleh wanita lain. Apa lagi sampai ikut tergoda.”

I was about to close the door but the man glanced at me. “Mr. Connor Murray?” I mentioned his complete name stupefied. I managed to pull the swinging door back closing it. My hands were trembling and my knees were shaking. That wasn’t a ghost but it was the scariest thing I ever witnessed and at the same time disgusting. They were having sex inside the school’s comfort room, a female comfort room to be exact. Sex between a student and a teacher, our Fluid Mechanics teacher. A teacher who has a wife and two beautiful angels. Utterly disgusting.

“Take a seat, Mr. Jefferson.” My knees nearly gave out, but I sat. The silence was so thick it could choke. I stared at the floor, then at Ava, then back at the floor because looking at her made my skin burn in places I really needed to pretend didn’t exist right now. Dr. Howard clasped her hands together on the desk, her mouth pursed like she was sucking a lemon. “There are… rumors circulating,” she began slowly, each word chosen like a landmine she didn’t want to step on. “Rumors that inappropriate activity has occurred between faculty and students. Specifically between one Professor Wells and a male undergraduate.”

“A lady came downstairs just now and asked for a few bottles of our best wine. She said to put it on your tab. Wasn’t she your friend?” “Ahhh!” Skylar held her head and screamed… —— Miss Jean approached Sonnet as soon as she arrived at school. “Hey, did you see that trending article?” “Which one?” Miss Jean scrolled through her phone and then showed Sonnet the topic. The title was ‘Student Shamelessly Seduces Teacher to Advance Career’. It was followed by a censored video with no sound, showing a naked woman at a hotel. The accompanying story said that a Masters student was caught trying to seduce her professor to advance her career. The professor kept turning her down, but she kept trying t

She had even drawn up a series of lesson plans for one of her education assignments. "No one has ever actually given me instructions," I lied, guessing where this was leading and happy to be led there. "Then I’m going to be very explicit about what I want you to do," she smiled, moving her feet further apart, and I saw that she wasn’t wearing panties. "These young uni women are letting the side down if they aren’t teaching their men how to get them off," she joked to Kiera. I had discovered that I quite liked the taste of pûssy, and Heather’s was particularly delectable. I had also discovered that I really liked hearing a woman’s cries of passion as my tongue danced over her clît. That pussi

Estel and I move to my dorm room at the end of the night and work till morning. Soon we have printouts all over the floor. Printouts of text messages between Cassie and Dean Howard, Cassie and Levi, Levi and several faculty members, and Cassie and some lecturers who she might have even exchanged sexual favors with. We have hard and solid proof of their corruption and how these lecturers have enabled Levi and Cassie to get away with anything they want to get away with.

To make matters worse, he taught us about arousals, wet pussies, hard cocks and orgasms in that deep voice of his. There wasn't a lecture my panties weren't soaked through. I had hundreds of written stories about the two of us doing the dirty. You can call me sick, I don't care. He was just too good looking and authoritative to let go of. My laptop was filled with my written imaginations of him making me squirt, giving him blowjobs. Professor Garrett lapping on my shaved snatch and many more. If anyone were to get ahold of my laptop, I was going to get expelled. But i couldn't help it.

“Scared enough to let this piece of shit record us? To let him threaten you while you sit here negotiating like I’m not the one who’s been trying to burn this place down for months?” Marcus wheezed a laugh under Jax’s knee. “You think you’re the hero? You fucked him on my stage. In front of witnesses. That video shows you breaking every university policy. Consent or not, you’re done, Elliott. Tenure revoked. Jail time, maybe. And your little pet here? Expelled. Blacklisted. Good luck getting a job with ‘campus stripper slut’ trending.” The upload hit 72%. My legs gave out. I sank against the wall, sliding down until my ass hit the floor. Cum from

The next e-mail had a screenshot of the story that she was apparently reading, since the next several e-mails all had screenshots of the same story, just pages later. Elias hastily typed in the website information and quickly navigated to the story in question. The story was entitled "My Hot Teacher" and was about a young female teacher who got blackmailed into submission by one of her grade 12 students. The story described numerous sexual acts which were designed to punish and humiliate the teacher.

“Wow, Cheryl, really. How couldn’t I realize it all this while, you’re such a pervert! Is it because you’re getting to the age, you are well-matured and it’s even dripping down there?” Cheryl was greatly embarrassed. She retorted, “What are you talking about? You’re the one who’s well-matured! Back then in the dorm room, who’s the one holding her laptop and watched those kinds of short videos, and even climbed up to my bed while sleep-talking. ‘Oh! Oh! No…’ By the way, the male teacher that you liked back then seemed to have drugged a female student and forced her to do that whatsoever. He’s still not being released yet…”