My Sexy Teacher Novels & Stories

Ain’t that the time we are horny the most for our mate? “I mated before? Who was it?” “I don’t know. I only have his name. You keep everything about him from me, even when you…” He looks away again. I take a deep sigh. What the hell is my past self-thinking?! Did I just destroy a child’s mentality as his teacher?! “What did I make you do, Theo?” “You let me touch you.” Touch me? F*uck! I am a rotten teacher. “And you orgasmed.” I pale. Somehow, I can imagine a young Theo pleasuring me during my estrus. I hit my head. That is some sexual awakening alright.

“Perfect. Looking at your body makes my pu**y sopping wet, Mr. Sticks. How naughty of you. You should try to be less sexy. It’s not proper to make your teacher want to f**k you.” She’d probably read about how much he liked her to talk dirty. She leaned over, her face inches from his straining cock. “Is this for me?” Her tongue slid out between her soft pink lips and collected the bead of pr**cum glistening at the tip of his cock. His abs contracted involuntarily. “Yes,” he gasped. “For you. It’s hard for you.”

Scared of being caught by others in faculty making both of crazy. I started to move my hips like I never did before, I can smell her, that blissful cherry perfume, her body scent, and the sound of my hips hitting her pussy. she started to say my name. “Yes, John! Yes, John! Do it harder. Fuck your teacher pussy!” My blood pumped for every second I pushed into her. I had again reached my peak, I wanted to pull out, but Ms. Hemmings locked her legs behind my back so that I can’t pull out and just like that I let it all out inside of her.

I might have had an easier time rejecting him if he didn't make my dick nod aggressively in my pants, while admiring how snugly his t-shirt hugged his solid build. “Incase you didn't get it the first time I mentioned this...” His lips ghosted over mine as he leaned down once more, and I gasped and drew myself further back into the chair, suddenly aware that the door was unlocked and someone might just barge in and see us in such an uncompromising position. “I don't just want to fuck a male teacher. I want to fuck a Lit teacher. I want to fuck Me Samuel Lee Cartwright. He's got brains, a hot bubble butt, long legs that look so nice in pants, and even if he thinks I haven't figured him out, I

There is a glass shelf near his desk, with different patterns of whips, gag belts, vibrators, dildos, and all kinds of sèx toys anyone can think of -even his desk is wide enough to lay on for rough and hot banging. Enlarged nude pictures were hanged on the walls, even pictures of some famous porn stars banging were also on display on the walls. There was also a door leading to a bedroom, or maybe a bathroom. This is just the typical office of a sèx teacher! “What do you think of my office?” he suddenly asked. I nodded slowly as I slumped on the chair in front of his desk. “Impressive, let's just hope you're as good as Jonny Sins” I replied.

“Your students have no idea their teacher is bent over her desk getting fucked like a slut right now.” He fucked her mercilessly, one hand fisting her hair, the other slapping her ass hard. The sound of skin meeting skin filled the small office. “Harder, Aiden,” she moaned, pushing back against him. “Fuck me harder.” He gave her exactly what she begged for. His hips slammed against her ass with punishing force, his thick cock stretching her wide open. He reached around and rubbed her clit roughly while destroying her pussy from behind. “You like this, don’t you?” he growled, pulling her hair tighter. “Getting fucked by your student in your own office while the school is still full of people.

“Every single class I imagined this.” “I’m sorry I made you wait.” “Make it up to me.” He fucks me on the teacher’s desk – hard enough that the heavy wood scrapes across the floor – with my legs wrapped around him and my heels digging into his ass. His hands grip my hips while his cock drives into me at the front of a classroom that shaped my sexual imagination for four years. “Harder,” I demand. “I waited twenty years – don’t hold back –”

"Even though we didn't hear the details of what he said to you, we all heard that he was yelling at you which only means one thing... You're no longer protected by him in this school, and I will show you what it means to be vulnerable as a teacher with no protection." I yawned, obviously bored at the conversation that was going on. "I'll be waiting." She looked like she wanted to get physical with me, but something held her back, and a smirk crawled up her face. "Even if no one knows yet, everyone suspects that both of you are constantly fucking." She giggled. "Why, Mrs. Lyla? Your husband can't keep up with your desires? Or are you scared of having his infected and rotten penis in you? Don'

Ronan sucked my boobs and his fingers teasing my clitoris. Just as he was about to slide in, I woke up breathing heavily. My body was folded and my hands were on my boobs. I touched my panties and it was wet. "Fuck!" I cussed as I sat up on the bed. Did I just dream about me and teacher having sex? I looked beside my bed and his jacket was laying there. I checked the time and it was a few minutes past 6 in the morning. It was Saturday and I was glad. I took in a deep breath and got up from the bed.

Seeing her handsome lecturer so bewildered stirred something deep within Silvana. She could not stop herself from being captivated by what she was witnessing before her eyes. Sir Leon seemed a thousand times more handsome in a situation like this. His disheveled hair and damp lips only added to his undeniably sexy appeal.