Hot Teacher Novels & Stories

he said, but his eyes seemed to glance at someone. "Afternoon sir, sorry, are you in the wrong room? There are no lessons scheduled for today, sir," asked Jihan, one of the students there. "Oh yes, I have something to tell you. Starting tomorrow, I will be your homeroom teacher. Your previous homeroom teacher will stop working tomorrow due to retirement." Suddenly the sound of the female students' happy screams echoed. Finally they have a young and handsome homeroom teacher, they thought. Behind the joy there is misery for the male students. Oh come on, Mr. Arka is famous for being cruel with male students.

Honestly, the entire area around the fire is comfortably warm. “Heaters,” Fati says quickly and I notice the heaters that are around the patio. I would take a better look at the area we are in, but she picks that moment to pull off my shirt before bending down and latching her lips to my marking spot. She sucks hard and it’s all I can do not to cum at the feeling of extreme pleasure that rolls through me.

Hus lips were so close and he looked so dangerously handsome at the moment. “What do you want from me?” I whisper. “Anything you want,” he purred and brought his lips to mine. Just as we were about to kiss the loud ringing of my alarm clock dragged me out of my slumber and I woke up with a start. Embarrassing. At my age I’m having that kind of dream. I sighed. Today was a Thursday and I had a lot to do. Teach the class. Stick to the material. Don't engage with Dorian beyond what's necessary. I was a professional. I'd been teaching for almost ten years. I could handle one cocky student.

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.

She looked like something out of a dream — soft, alive, untouchable. My nails dug into my glass. The host’s voice boomed through the mic: “Ladies and gentlemen, please welcome the king of the Hellfire MC, Ryder Bishop, and his beautiful lady, Tessa Morgan!” The room exploded. Cheers, whistles, the flash of cameras. People surged forward for photos, reporters snapped shots like it was a red-carpet premiere. Tessa’s arm was looped through Ryder’s, her smile modest but radiant. I wanted to scream. Cassie whispered, “Holy crap, she’s gorgeous.”

Nodding her head in concurrence to the words she read, “ hmmmmm…. I certainly need this . May be I will finally be able to grow some balls against his abuses” “Joel doesn’t teach that”. Cuts in the hoarse voice which seemed familiar. Her face still fixated to the book in her hand, making a peripheral vision, she glanced surreptitiously as in out of the corner of her eyes to see the person who spoke to her. “Joel Osteen is a wonderful writer and you can also look at me direct” he said making mockery of her indirect glances. “ I am not afraid to look at you" she blurted still keeping her head downturned.

“Looks like the boss has a new toy.” That particular comment gave my heart a jolt, a sharp one. Maya Delaney, a toy? I scoffed in that angry way, pulling my face away a little, hand pulling my blazer together. I looked back at the phone. I was done digesting the last ugly comment, I needed a new one now. So I read the next one. “Another staff member warming his bed?” Okay! That was it… had read enough, seen enough. I twitched the side button and the screen went blank.

“It’s getting scary. You should stop trying to be nice to me. I like our relationship exactly the way it is—strangers.” I brushed past him before he could respond. A small group of girls stood at the end of the hallway near my classroom. I ignored their stares—until I couldn’t. “They said she’s mad because he was with another girl.” “Yeah… she caught him with someone else.” “I’d be mad too. After keeping their relationship a secret, he goes and fucks another girl.” I blinked as I entered the classroom, quickly settling into a seat at the back. The professor was already there.

He reached around her to grab a bottle of shower gel and she felt its cool thickness rubbed at the puckered skin of her anus. Gabe Peralta was the first—and only—man who'd every taken her there. The first time she'd felt his cock plundering her ass her body automatically resisted. But he was a skilled lover and when he was inside at last, filling the tight channel completely, an icy hot flash of lust surged through her and she'd climaxed almost at once. Now she felt the rush of anticipation, of expectation as his soap-slicked fingers probed her rear entrance. One finger, then two, scissoring to stretch her tissues.