Mysexy Teacher Novels & Stories

There is a dead mouse stuck in the air conditioning unit during summer, filling the classroom with a foul odor. Henry Hudson, my homeroom teacher, instantly blames it on me, saying I don't shower. He mocks me for reeking of pigs and polluting the air in the classroom since Mom and Dad raise pigs for a living. He even insists that Mom and Dad sell our pigs to buy new air conditioners for the classroom. I flush with shame as I repeatedly insist that I shower every single day, but my classmates still mock me and call me "Stinker Tucker". I am forced to transfer to another school after enduring the endless insults and hostile glares from countless people. Years later, I head a major biophar

I appreciate the thoughts, but I already have a teacher. "You have a teacher? It can't possibly be some nobody, right?" Sean grumbled. Larissa said calmly, "My teacher is Qwin Carey. He's a skilled doctor, but he doesn't care for fame and wealth." "Qwin Carey?" Sean mocked. "You can't possibly be referring to good old Carey Qwin, right?" Larissa corrected him. "My teacher is Qwin Carey, not Carey Qwin. You must be talking about someone else."

I'm really a bitch. I have decided to say yes to his offer. Us being lovers in bed. Just having sex together, no feelings attached. This is the only time that I got. Time that I've got to spend with the man I want to be with. I will exhaust my freedom. I know this is a bad idea. He's my teacher, but I now don't give a fuck about that.

I’d be a hassle to anyone looking to be pleased sexually. “Lisa, no one wants to see me naked. I’m sure of it.” Lisa waved her hands. “Oh, please girl! You still got hips that won’t quit, big titties, and a beautiful face. Someone is going to want you.” I raised a brow. “I see you didn’t mention my ass.” “Uhm. You aren’t working with much in that department, so... Thank God you were blessed with a pretty face.” Lisa’s phone pinged as she took it. “Holy shit! Remy just posted” she came to me, showing me.

"I have a deadline in two weeks and I still haven't gotten any inspiration on the climax scene. It's supposed to be a mind blowing sex scene and I have drained out every brain cell trying to find one, but..." "Ah!" He nodded, thinking and ran his hand through that gorgeous hair of his. Damn, am I obsessed! "I got it!" I was startled out of my drooling session by him slamming his first down on a desk. When did he get there? " I'll be your guide." "Excuse me?" I asked incredulously. Sexy-perverted-chemistry teacher says what? "Well, since you're a virgin-" "HOW THE HELL DID YOU KNOW THAT?!" I yelled, not being able to control my shocked fury.

“Next time you show up for my class, make sure to be on time. She turns, rotating gracefully as if standing on a turntable. Standing in impossibly tall spiked heels, her leather and tweed pantsuit strains to cover her full, curvy figure. A bit of red peeks out of her collar in the form of a large bow, matching the color of her full, red lips. When our eyes meet, my pens clatter onto the floor, rolling away from me as my jaw drops open. Those gray-green eyes. I’d know those eyes anywhere, they've been haunting my dreams for the last three weeks. “You!” My mystery seductress, the one who took my virginity, is my professor.

She then took off her skirt and then her underwear as she put on the basin and opened her legs for him. “Come over and taste me, boy.” She beckoned him as Oliver smirked. “Think about it once more,” Oliver said there was a hint of warning in his voice. The teacher smirked at him as she widened her legs while unbuttoning her top, “I have already thought about everything, take off your clothes and show me your real self.” She commanded him and Oliver’s smirk widened. “Real self..” He repeated feeling astonished. He then closed his eyes and opened them while changing completely. The teacher who was on the basin widened her eyes in horror but before she could move she was pinned at the basin and

I said, then dashed towards my room before Megan would scold me. “She only thinks about dîcks" I heard her grumble before I slammed my door shut. Of course, I can only think about dîcks because I'm addicted to 'em. I can't wait for tomorrow, I'm going to see how big that teacher's dîck is, and confirm if he's qualified to be my sèx teacher.

“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.

"I'm still teaching. Still doing what I love. But lately I've been getting tired. Being a sex teacher isn't as easy as it used to be. People are becoming more judgmental. More and more people think what I do is indecent." "I never thought of you that way," I said. "I know. That's why I miss you. You were one of my best students. You were always open, always eager to learn, always non-judgmental." I remembered those days. Mira taught me about anatomy, about desire, about how to understand a man's wants. She taught me that sex was a dance, not a battle. That the key to satisfaction was communication and understanding. "Do you still practice what you teach?" I asked hesitantly.