Erotica Teacher Novels & Stories

Ronan sucked my boobs and his fingers teasing my clitoris. Just as he was about to slide in, I woke up breathing heavily. My body was folded and my hands were on my boobs. I touched my panties and it was wet. "Fuck!" I cussed as I sat up on the bed. Did I just dream about me and teacher having sex? I looked beside my bed and his jacket was laying there. I checked the time and it was a few minutes past 6 in the morning. It was Saturday and I was glad. I took in a deep breath and got up from the bed.

he continued, “you’ll wear a remote vibrator to my lecture. And I’ll be controlling it the entire time. If you cum in front of the class without permission… you’ll be punished severely.” Elena shivered with fear and excitement. “Yes, Professor,” she whispered. She was no longer just trying to pass his class. She was completely addicted to being his pet project. --- The next session was pure torture and ecstasy. Elena sat in the front row of his large lecture hall wearing a short skirt and a remote-controlled egg vibrator buried deep in her pussy. Professor Kane had the controller in his pocket. For ninety minutes, he lectured on erotic literature while casually turning the vibrator on and of

He is really good at dancing and when he is already dancing earlier opposite to me, I cannot look at him properly because I felt shy and I also felt earlier that my cheeks blushed and I may also add the way he is looking at me while he is dancing. The students started screaming and shouting because of the performance of the male teachers and at that time, I also realized that there are also many handsome and hot teachers here at this school, and the first one of course on the list is none other than Sir Franco Del Mundo. After the program, my groupmates left first to go already at the backstage because of the number of people who wanted to take pictures with me. I agreed to what they all wan

Well, well, I found them, and guess what, I didn't need to wait till tomorrow to teach him a lesson. Aurora was moaning and Delucia was... Perfect… Click!

“Haaahhhh… no… stop it… this isn’t what… aaahhh… I asked you… to do…” ”You made me wait for that long for your yummy ass, Auditioner. You need to be punished!” squealed someone in a high-pitched tone. ”So get with the program and act like the helpless student that gets it real good with his classmate and kinky teacher!” squeaked another girly voice. ”She’s not just a teacher… she’s my professor… from my college…” ”What did you say, my poor failing student? You need me to raise your grades? No problem, fill me up inside with your cum!”

“Is he really that strict when teaching someone?” “Girl, if you are able to make Sean smile for one second when he is teaching you, then you must be special because he never smiles, and once after the lesson for the day, he would be laughing and telling jokes and you would be wondering, is he still the same Sean or does he have a twin that comes out only during lesson periods?” “I believe I told you to watch her not chat with her,” Sean said behind him and they both shrieked. “Would you stop creeping out on someone,” TB complained and with a huff, left the room.

"I'm still teaching. Still doing what I love. But lately I've been getting tired. Being a sex teacher isn't as easy as it used to be. People are becoming more judgmental. More and more people think what I do is indecent." "I never thought of you that way," I said. "I know. That's why I miss you. You were one of my best students. You were always open, always eager to learn, always non-judgmental." I remembered those days. Mira taught me about anatomy, about desire, about how to understand a man's wants. She taught me that sex was a dance, not a battle. That the key to satisfaction was communication and understanding. "Do you still practice what you teach?" I asked hesitantly.

“Every single class I imagined this.” “I’m sorry I made you wait.” “Make it up to me.” He fucks me on the teacher’s desk – hard enough that the heavy wood scrapes across the floor – with my legs wrapped around him and my heels digging into his ass. His hands grip my hips while his cock drives into me at the front of a classroom that shaped my sexual imagination for four years. “Harder,” I demand. “I waited twenty years – don’t hold back –”

The chat went wild, replaying that line: ‘Are you completely insane? Okay, I was out of tricks. I’m just a flimsy, pitiful, helpless erotica heroine. No sudden superhuman survival skills kicking in at the eleventh hour. I threw up my hands. No point fighting it anymore. “You don’t believe me? Fine. Ask him yourself later. Let’s see…” I pretended to think. “Why don’t you start with… ‘Did she kiss you yesterday?’ How about that?” Right then, the system chimed in again.

“Lila, stop—” She pushes two of my own fingers inside her. Tight, scorching heat grips me. She rides my hand, slow and filthy, eyes locked on mine. “You’re soaked too, aren’t you, Miss? I can smell you from here. Your cunt is weeping for your student’s pussy.” My thighs tremble. I’m clenching so hard it hurts. “This is coercion. I could have you expelled.” She laughs, dark and sweet, and grinds down harder. “Do it. Call my dad right now. Tell him his little girl is making her hot young teacher drip down her thighs. See what he says.”