Lara Lane Teacher Nude Novels & Stories

As she walked out of the shot, headed to put her computer away, I wheeled my chair over to where I could pull some tissues from the box, and clean up the jism that was about to run down my sides. As I mopped up the thick goo, I fast-reversed the video to the shot of the laptop screen. After a couple of attempts, I got it frozen on the right frame, and then I zoomed the screen to blow up the image. I recognized the shot as being near the end of a hot girl-girl scene from a p**n video called Extreme Sex, Part-2. It featured a sexy female teacher coercing a young-looking innocent-acting female college student to have sex with her in order to keep from being expelled.

Then the shapes began to move, and everything changed. Ms. Elena Voss, the strictest and most respected female teacher in the entire school was completely naked, riding Mr. Ramirez hard on the bed. The same Ms. Voss who always walked the hallways with her head high, scolding students for the smallest mistakes, was now moaning loudly as she bounced on him. Her usual neat bun was messy, strands of hair sticking to her flushed face. Her professional blouse hung open, and her skirt was pushed up around her waist. She was grinding down on Mr. Ramirez’s cock with desperate, hungry movements, her breasts bouncing with every thrust.

Harper's jaw almost touches the ground, due to the shock of seeing her friend so excited for a man. “Could you stop looking at him like that?” Harper can't help but feel a bit uncomfortable. “Look at him how?” Lara mutters without taking her eyes off Daniel's beefy arms. “Like he's a piece of meat,” Harper mutters. “It is unpleasant.” “Oh, come on! For decades they have been the ones who have treated us like sexual objects. Let me balance the scales a bit.” Lara smiles. She can't help but stare at the substitute Pilates instructor's well-worked ass. “This one I’d invite to a threesome,” she whispers, approaching her surprised friend. The point is that Cynthia accepts.

****Lana's POV**** I stood there in the middle of it all, as the world spinned around me in circles. Mr Lance's short fingers pointing at me accusingly in the boardroom while he clutched his bandaged head with one hand. "This girl, she's a psycho, she broke my head with a vase and even slapped me!" I smirked, wishing I could have done more. Mr Lance caught the smirk and ran wild. "You see. You see that smirk? She did this on purpose, she's crazy!"

The finishing touch on that flawless face was a pair of soft full lips that were very much like my own. Working my gaze downward I discovered that Laura's perfection did not end at her face. Despite her obvious efforts to cover them with a very businesslike blazer, Laura's breasts were still quite prominent pushing the blazer out and still showing a fair amount of cleavage as well as just a teasing glimpse of what looked like a black lace bra. Laura's skirt was slightly above the knee and from what I could see of her legs they were as well shaped as the rest of her. All in all Laura had the appearance of one of those hot high school teachers that every boy fantasized about at night. I'd be l

So the reason we actually stared was to see any sign of abusive mark over her blank expression or anywhere in her exposed skin. But the truth was, there was no exposed skin. Lara was dressed completely in a fluffy pale green woollen turtle neck sweater, with baggy jeans. She might as well pass for a grumpy dad in a play. Although it wasn’t the weather for sweaters, nobody said anything. Somehow, everyone already knew. I turned to look at Jos, and for a split second, I swear I saw sympathy and guilt cross her face. But by the time I could make sure, the class had already begun.

Her plan was simple, public humiliation. Even if she was innocent, Richard, obsessed with purity, wouldn't be able to bring himself to touch a woman that nearly half a hundred subordinates had seen naked. She herself would be too ashamed to show herself. No matter what happens after, becoming Luna or empress would be a pipe dream.

The sight of her lustful eyes made his beast react. "I… My mind is not in the gutter!" She quickly responded, still blushing. Her hands gripped her shirt, playing with it shyly. "I believe you," he let go of her. "Let's start with some warm up exercises." "I'll be here enjoying the view." Brad walked to the sides and sat on a broken tree. Lara became shy. Having the both of them stare at her like they wanted to eat her up made her shy. She wasn't confident that she will be able to work out.

LARA's POV. "State your full name for the record," says Dean Smith. Fucking screwed. That's my new name. "Lara Tiffany Bello," I whisper weakly. "Exchanging SEX for grades. That is the allegation against you. Do you understand?" "I do." He scribbles something down on the papers in front of him, not looking up. "And did you, on March 28, spend the night at Professor Norman's house?" "I had been assaulted by a strange man and I needed first aid so he—"

Leo adjusted the badge hanging from his neck while staring at the robot arm sitting on his presentation table. “You checked it three times already,” Nathan said from the next booth. Leo looked over calmly. “And it still works.” Nathan folded his arms. “You’re annoying.”Leo shrugged. “You keep talking to me, so maybe you like annoying people.” Nathan rolled his eyes but failed to hide his smile. Across the building, Luna walked beside her class teacher carrying a stack of papers against her chest. Her hair had been tied back carefully that morning because Clara insisted photographs would be taken. “You only have to give the introduction speech,” the teacher reminded her.