Erotic Teacher Stories Novels & Stories

I asked him innocently, I know what he's talking about but don't show it, my dad and Mr Gray are like best friend but Melvin and I are definitely enemies. "Nathaniel, you know what am I talking about." He sighed and took off his squared glasses. "No, I absolutely have no idea." I scratched my ear lobe. "You...you had sex with a teacher!" He yelled. "Ahh her name was Cheril or something." I scrunched my eyebrows, I did fucked a teacher, she was my french teacher, a tutor. She taunted me with her hot body, I couldn't help it. "Yes her, do you know how many times I had to find a French tutor for you?"

Few moments later, teachers rushed in, freezing with their mouths hanging loosely as their wide eyes perched on King's body. The children trembled at the frightening sight of the frozen teachers and the unmoving King. ****** Elsewhere in a grand office with files and sheets of paper strewn around, clothes heaped beside a daybed. Moving the view up, an athletic man pinned a grinning red haired girl beneath him while his mouth alternatively sucked her erect nipples, sweeping his tongue around as he sucked hard. They drew in heavy breaths, filling the room with soft and rough moans as it got hotter. The man wearing a wet, messy, dark hair, reached for his erection and spread the girl's legs wid

Only, it wasn't a wall that I had walked into, since walls never have hands to grab around your waist and neither do they have delicious manly cologne to blow your senses off proportion. I peaked open an eye and gasped again. Oh no! Oh God NO! Not Ethan Fucking Whitmore! It was an extremely rare occasion that a teacher was awfully famous with his students, or should I say, for sleeping with his students. But Ethan Whitmore was that rarity. He was a fresh out of college, trainee teacher who was as good at teaching as he was in bed and...most of the queen bees have slept with him and not to forget that I might have used him as my ideal male lead in some of my stories....scratch that, most of m

I just shook my head with tears that kept melting. Unfair! So unfair! "What's on your mind Rara?" Asked Mrs Nunung. I just shook my head. Even though everything was stuck in my throat, how could I reveal all this? "I don't know what to say anymore, even though I have already warned you. But it has gone that far. What if it spread to the internet." I wanted to scream in front of Mrs Nunung, but I couldn't. I hold the tightness in my chest. "In my whole life teaching for decades, this is the first time that I have met and seen the case of a teacher sleeping with her students, and proudly showing off this taboo!"

“I haven’t done anything to lead these boys on, I assure you. I would never have sex with a student.” Keith waved her denial off. “No one said you would,” he told her. “It’s just hormone-driven boys shooting off at the mouth, trying to look big in front of their buddies. I wouldn’t let it bother you. I’m sure it’ll pass.” But it did bother her. Too many stories abounded of teachers getting caught with their pants down around their students. Reputations were ruined that way, and she hated the thought that the boys whispered about her behind her back, imagining themselves doing naughty, vile things to her. Of course, it also made her wet just thinking about some of the college students she had

“Next lesson—compliments that make her pussy throb. Tell me what you want to do to my breasts. Be specific. Be filthy. Shy boys stay virgin. Bold boys get to hear a woman moan their name.” I stared at her cleavage, pulse racing. My thumbs unconsciously stroked her hips in small circles. “I… I want to… touch them,” I whispered. “Kiss them. Suck on your nipples until they’re hard… and maybe… maybe squeeze them while I…” I couldn’t finish. The embarrassment was too much. But Elara just smiled wider, running her fingers through my hair soothingly. “Keep going,” she encouraged, her voice like velvet. “Tell me everything. We have all night, and I’m going to turn you into a man who knows exactly ho

This drove the young man to the edge and he burst into his teacher. The orgasm Mrs. Singh experienced at that moment was the most intense and Jeff was in heaven. It was the first time to have such sensations. “Jeff, you were the most wonderful student partner I have ever had,” said the teacher and he looked at her with confusion. “Yes, I have had quite a few student lovers before you,” she revealed. “But you are the first one to give me three blasts in a single session,” she continued. “You are even better than my hubby,” she revealed.

"Could you imagine if your students had any clue what kind of whore their teacher is? You would have boys forcing you to suck their cocks, you would have girls forcing you between their legs and you would be used as a complete cum bucket. You would like that, wouldn't you?" Jasmine was riding the cock furiously now, her desire to come all that mattered, and the dirty thoughts of being used by her students only built on her desire to come. "Fuck, yes, I would love to be a teacher slut," Jasmine screamed, verbalizing her naughtiest dirty fantasy, flashes of so many ex-students she would love to submit to...guys and girls...jocks and nerds...she fantasized about them all. "Close to coming, my t

“Focus on the math, Eric. This is not a show.” “But you are my teacher,” he said, pouting a little while his hips moved up into my hand. “Teachers show examples. Teach me how to feel good. Tell me what they did to you last night while you stroke me. Did they you fuck hard? Is that why you walk funny? Or did you fuck a girl too much your dick hurts and you walk funny? Does it hurt when you sit like that? I’m really curious” Tears came to my eyes from the pain and the shame and the crazy laugh that wanted to come out because this was all so messed up. “You are enjoying this too much, you little pervert,” I said.

Then the teacher bent the student over, removed his tie and tied it around the guy's neck, pulling his trousers down and slamming is unusual huge cock into his ass, while pulling at the tie. I was already palming myself through my sweatpants, breathing hard. My mind kept flickering to Mateo—his lips, his voice, that blush. When it got to the part of the student sucking off the teacher while stroking his own cock, I couldn't take it anymore and brought out and cock, spat on it and began to stroke. The student was gagging but taking the cock deep in his throat. The teacher was groaning and saying dirty words. I groaned and came alongside the student, and I slammed my laptop shut and stared at