Novel & Cerita Erotica Teacher

“Not Tantric Sex 101.” Erica bit back a giggle and went into downward dog. I followed suit, allowing my head to collapse forward. Some days, there was just no trying with Erica. The girl lived to get a rise out of people. As annoying as that sometimes could be, it was also the reason I loved her. “Namaste,” the teacher said, and everyone echoed the word that meant class was over. Everyone except for Erica, of course. “Nay, I’ma stay right here,” she whispered, bumping me with her elbow.

Hearing all this, I remembered what happened 2 days ago. 2 days ago.... Aditya Sir was teaching in the class. All the girls were staring at him more than studying. Sir was so handsome. There was nothing much in front of him. For once, no one could say that he is a professor by looking at him. In the middle of the class, my attention was on whatever happened this morning. Just then the girl sitting next to me shook me. I was startled. Just then, Sir's voice came. "Miss Riya, if you find my class so boring, then you can go and stand outside. If not, then repeat what I have just taught."

Steffy moaned. “Does it feel good, Steffy?” the teacher asked, both of his hands clasped the cheeks of her bum. She could only moan. No one had ever ravaged and pleasured her body like this. She felt so intoxicated by it. She could do this with him all day and still cannot get enough. And yet, she cannot tell him that. She knew things have to come to an end so she was savoring every moment of it. She did not want her little mouth to ruin everything she found exciting just like Teacher Greg’s expertise in exploring her body. Her moans should be enough to let him know how much she’s enjoying it.

Rendered speechless, he battled for what to say. " Like seriously?" " Yes, can we continue?" Lexa looked away indifferently and picked up some stones. " Okay," Arnold answered and continued his teachings. After some minutes, they were done, and Lexa was now sweating a little bit. Arnold saw how Lexa was sweating, and he chuckled, " You will get used to it if you practice everyday....." Lexa looked up at him and smiled a little, " Am sure of that and...oh yes, that's reminds me!"

"T-this is, oh, wrong...wrong...Oh, oh..." "Teacher, I'm sorry. I just can't stop. It's because it's immoral that it's very pleasurable. But don't worry, you're not the only teacher I've f*cked. You know Miss Wayne, and Mrs. Santiago, and even Head Teacher Valdemora? They are my sexmates, and oh Mrs. Vice Principal too, and they loved doing sex with me because I'm good at it..." "Ah! Ah! Y-you're speaking nonsense. Miss Wayne aside, all others are married!"

"Winrey. Breathe." I force air into my lungs. "Better." He stops beside me, close enough that I feel the heat radiating off his skin. "These are your instructors. Each of them will teach you something different. Luxuria will teach you how to awaken hidden desires. How to find what people really want even when they don't know themselves. How women fuck." He gestures to the woman still circling behind me. Luxuria's smile widens. "Priapus will teach you stamina and endurance. How to fuck for hours without stopping. How to read a body's limits and push past them safely."

As if there was something else that he wasn't saying to us. Maybe it was that he would pause sometimes, looking out the window like he wasn't just thinking about the class but something altogether darker. Theresa leaned towards me again. "Okay, that was sexy." I rolled my eyes. "Don't even try to play it down," she stage-whispered. "You just made contact with the sexiest teacher this school has ever had." "I answered a question. It's not that deep." She snorted. "Maybe not. But he'll remember your name for sure."

How could I still have this lustful desire for someone who’s treated me like crap and is about to be my boss? The sound of his phone ringing jolted the both of us out of our thought, I had no idea what I was doing with his trousers zipper but I allowed whatever part of me was in control to continue being in it. I’d begged for a shot of tequila from Alesha and knowing what I was about to do, she agreed. “How’d you think I did?” I asked the other sexy lady that was supposed to be my teacher, train me and let me know more about the art of stripping.

And who even invited him here? I want to kill someone and I want to do it fast. How can anyone have sex with a teacher, get stabbed while going on a date with that teacher, ends up in a hospital with the wife of that exact teacher and one's ex just casually walkes in?! God? What have I done to You?

His hand gently stroked my shaking thigh. “You’re mine now, Miss Clarke,” he whispered against my lips. “Every night this semester, this perfect little pussy will be used until you can barely walk to class.” He finally pulled out slowly. We both watched as his cum poured out of my open, ruined hole onto the desk. He looked pleased and ran a finger through the mess, pushing some back inside me. “Such a beautiful sight,” he said softly. “My good girl, dripping with my cum.” I lay back on the desk, breathing hard, body buzzing with pleasure and exhaustion. Professor Kane smiled down at me and brushed hair from my face.