Lips Teacher Shameless Novels & Stories

A rare chase figure popped out of my blind box and somehow bound itself to me through an empathy link. Two days later, the doll vanished. During class, I suddenly felt two warm hands stroking my neck. A shiver ran through me. Damn it! Whoever has my empathy doll is putting their hands all over it. Before I could react, those hands slid lower and squeezed my breasts. A rush of tingling pleasure flooded my body. I reached out to stop them without thinking. The sudden movement made the cold, serious young professor at the front of the room turn to look at me. With one hand in his pocket, he pointed at the formula on the board. "Dalia, come and solve it." I had barely taken two steps when a fing

I really don't deserve her. "Thanks Aubrey" I said and wiped my tears "That's the spirit. Fighting!" "Fighting" I replied softly with a little smile Aubrey held my hand and we both took our seats. The students were surprised and the mockery started dying down. Wow! I'm glad I listened to Aubrey. Minutes later, the teacher came in and we began classes. Liam's POV This school is becoming something else. First it was Daniel's nude, now it's Khloe's. Who knows who's nude will be next?

His back was towards the gate so I couldn't see his face. And I started looking at him, "yaar he is so handsome", meanwhile his face turned towards me, looking at him my eyes remained wide open and I was left breathless, "he...what is he doing here" he was the same person with whom I was last night and how did he reach here so quickly, Wait a minute, I was with my teacher last night. "God, for what mistake are you punishing me? First I have had a breakup and on top of that I have spent the night with a stranger and he is a teacher in my class in my college. What could be worse than this?"

"That shade of lipstick is a power move. You wear that to your next presentation, and the professor will give you an A just out of fear." I giggled, actually giggled. "I think I need to actually study for the presentation to get the A, Clara but the lipstick helps." "Confidence is half the grade, babe. Fake it 'til you make it." We rounded the final hedge that obscured the hostel entrance, our laughter ringing out in the quiet night. The laughter died in my throat instantly, my steps faltered, and the smile slid off my face when my gaze fell on Louis.

Zale's calm voice called out, the bowl placed on my lips, shaking slightly. I turned my head to the side defiantly. Veiny hands grabbed my chin, shifting it back straight. He tightened his grip on my jaw, trying to force my mouth open. I instinctively bit my lip, forcing my lips shut no matter the probing. The painful grip on my jaw loosened, his hands retreated. He drank the content of the bowl in one gulp. My lips twitched. I wanted to smirk... but froze. His head lowered, lips finding mine. My lips fell open and the liquid dropped from his mouth to mine.

My pussy lips felt swollen and puffy, still leaking slowly down my thighs at the thought of what I was about to do. I strapped on the highest black heels I had, the ones that made my ass pop and my legs look fuckable. My reflection stared back at me, flushed cheeks, messy hair, eyes dark with hunger. I ran my hands over my body, squeezing my tits and sliding one hand down to rub my clit again just once, teasing myself. “Tonight at the End-of-Year Faculty-Student Gala I’m done waiting,” I said out loud, my voice thick with determination. “I’m going to corner Professor Damon Hale and make him lose every bit of that cold control. I want to see him break for me, watch that professional mask crac

His cock. She touched herself for the third time that day, moaning his name softly as she came. The pleasure felt good, but the guilt came right after. She was losing control. She was falling deeper and deeper. Her phone lit up on the bedside table. New message from “A”. “I know what you did in that classroom yesterday, little dancer. Keep spreading those pretty legs for him… and I’ll make sure the whole campus watches the video.”

I requested. His faint nod was felt by me and I heaved a sigh of relief but the next moment, he took my lips into a rough, dominating kiss. The one I wanted to stop. I dugged my nails into his shoulder but it didn't bother. He finally left me when I was gasping due to shortness of breath. I was ashamed and disgusted on stage. After we got off the stage, I excused myself and ran to the washroom. My lipstick was smudged. I sprinkled water on my lips and rubbed the lipstick forcefully. It ended up bleeding but I didn't care. The tears were continuously flowing down my eyes. The feeling of betrayal and anger was fuming my blood. I decided to talk to him and reveal things on stage to avoid all th

"No why would I want to stay with a dumb twat like you. Yeah, let’s get the deal over with then." I knew she was speaking in anger, but was it wrong that pissing her off was pretty amusing? "I’d rather be dumb than look like a fish." "Excuse me?" Her eyes narrowed dangerously. "Have you seen the movie Shark Tale? You look like Lola with those lips." She paused for a moment before her eyes flashed silver. "You loved these lips." She growled, glaring at me. "Wrong." I replied arrogantly. I love those lips.

Juliet simply covers her mouth and giggles. Just then, Mr. Shelton walks into class, stands in front of his desk, and begins to talk. “Good afternoon, everyone…” He prattles on through class, but my eyes are only for Amara. Every time she thoughtfully places her pencil on her lips, I want to lean over and kiss her. She’s so hot when she tilts her head and bites her lips at something she doesn’t understand.