Hot Math Teacher Novels & Stories

I managed to avoid any further uncomfortable conversations with my teachers, giving them a narrow smile and a wave when I left. That class left me lost in my thoughts once again, as I made my way over to my next class. It was tough not to picture Miss Chase sucking my dick. That had looked like one of the hottest blowjob p**n clips ever. Miss Chase's ass had been much tighter and more muscular than I had expected, and she had very sexy legs to match. At the same time...Dammit! I wasn't supposed to be fucking ANY of my teachers!

Teacher’s Pet: Bullied nerd Misha, has always had an unrequited crush on her hot highschool teacher, Mr. Brett. Ruggedly handsome, he appears so brooding and serious all the time but the dangerous glint in his dark eyes tells Misha otherwise, especially not after she caught him sleeping with a fellow teacher. When he asks her to meet him in the math class after school the next day, sparks fly, temperatures rise and a whole lot of other hard things do too.

Lily commented happily. He ignored her and looked out of the window coldly. Soon the chemistry teacher came in and apologize for being late, "Good morning class ,we will be having Heat under Thermodynamics for our lesson today" he announced and the whole class was deafening with silence. "So what do you kids understand by Heat, you must have heard it.in your freshman year or even elementary school. Just give me your random thought on it am ,all ears" he added and made a quick search through the silent class.

Matt says trying to hide the fact his in pain "Uhm okay" the teacher squints her eyes in confusion but she won't interfere cause like they all say 'I don't get paid enough for this' "Okay well you guys can listen to music, go on that tap tik app, and chat with your friends or whatever but do it in silence" She glares at us for the last time and opens her laptop "Ma'am can we watch porn" the jock that shouted Matt's dead quizzes. She stares at him and then rolls her eyes. They start snickering for people who are finishing school next year their maturity levels are shit

The music cut off and the DJ cut in, "Boys and girls, the first slut of the night is taking the stage. And she's no amateur. She's Paradise Kiss's own naughty teacher, Ms. July!" The students turned and stared at me as one of my favorite songs to strip to thundered through the air. Van Halen's Hot for Teacher. My hips swayed as the students rushed to the stage. Well, the boys did in their handsome tuxes, their youthful faces lighting up. "Ms. August!" "That's fucking Ms. August!" "I had her for social studies last semester!" "God, we're going to see her huge tits live! I've spanked to those milkers so many times!"

At the ceremony where my mother, Helena Marlow, received the Best Homeroom Teacher award, the parents wept with gratitude. They praised her for nurturing the students successfully without ever resorting to harsh discipline, and for helping them all to excellent results. But no one knew that the path to their children’s success had been paved by Mom, using me as a warning to others. When someone in the class stole money, cheated on an exam, or got into a romantic relationship, I was the one punished. During the ceremony, the principal, Ms. Wanda Ambrose, stepped onto the stage to present her award. She asked, “Ms. Marlow, you have so many outstanding students in your class. Which student

She was beautiful. We talked about boys and other things that kids of our age shouldn't talk about and I had seen her kiss boys on many occasions. She'd always use her mind's-eye to make them forget about it in the end though. The maths teacher came. I didn't know his name, or I didn't care. He started on the topic he had left off from yesterday. I could hear all their whispers if I wanted to, but I chose to leave people's privacy to themselves. "We'll teach Dave a lesson he'll never forget..."

She smiled at me before standing up and walking around her desk and finally leaned against it, facing me. “When I was in high school, there was this really handsome teacher who used to teach mathematics there. And just like every student here adore Mr Brown, all the girls in my school drooled over that teacher. He was just like Mr Brown, soft, polite, kind, good looking, and wealthy. Not as wealthy as him but he was well off.” She took a pause.

He still manages to mess with her even when he isn't here, having tortured her so bad already her mind is experiencing PTSD and won't stop thinking about what he plans to do to her next, and how much more miserable her life is going to be until he finally leaves. Her next class is Math with Mr. Bertram, one of her more preferred teachers when compared to teachers like Mr. Hamilton and Mrs. Jones. He is a kind and enthusiastic teacher, not overbearing though and still knows when to discipline his students, keeping a fair and open mind at the same time.

I quickened my pace and gradually broke into a run. I couldn’t be late for class, especially this class. My first period was Mathematics. This time it was nothing about being a nerd or about my love for the subject. It was about the teacher. I never want to get on his bad record. You want to know the most eerie fact about me? I am completely and utterly in love with my Mathematics teacher. He is also my science teacher. Yes ‘my’ not ‘our’ because I use every opportunity, even the slightest to get possessive.