Perverted Teacher Novels & Stories

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?"

"Could you imagine if your students had any clue what kind of whore their teacher is? You would have boys forcing you to suck their cocks, you would have girls forcing you between their legs and you would be used as a complete cum bucket. You would like that, wouldn't you?" Jasmine was riding the cock furiously now, her desire to come all that mattered, and the dirty thoughts of being used by her students only built on her desire to come. "Fuck, yes, I would love to be a teacher slut," Jasmine screamed, verbalizing her naughtiest dirty fantasy, flashes of so many ex-students she would love to submit to...guys and girls...jocks and nerds...she fantasized about them all. "Close to coming, my t

“But based on the stories about you, I don’t think you’ve got an appetite for the other team.” “The other team—” realization dawns on me. I’m being propositioned by a teacher. Instantly, my mind goes to the roster. Being fucked by a teacher has been one of the items on my list for as long as I can remember. When I had written that down though, I had pictured one of the younger, hotter female teachers. The ones who wore buttoned down shirts and big glasses. Not Steve. Don’t get me wrong, he’s attractive in an all-American way, but at the same time, he’s annoying as hell. A petty moron on a power trip.

"...I feel conflicted about this." Monica massaged his temple and wasn't sure whether he should feel happy about it since in the eyes of those teachers, he was money. Monica rubbed his chin and remembered two teachers that could trigger his system. 'If I have a good relationship with them...' Monica felt that he needed to research his system more and was wondering whether he could get a reward by doing something else other than perverted things.

“Lila, stop—” She pushes two of my own fingers inside her. Tight, scorching heat grips me. She rides my hand, slow and filthy, eyes locked on mine. “You’re soaked too, aren’t you, Miss? I can smell you from here. Your cunt is weeping for your student’s pussy.” My thighs tremble. I’m clenching so hard it hurts. “This is coercion. I could have you expelled.” She laughs, dark and sweet, and grinds down harder. “Do it. Call my dad right now. Tell him his little girl is making her hot young teacher drip down her thighs. See what he says.”

“There’s no such thing! I now announce that this woman has been dismissed from Mordu University! “I’ll release a report of the things she did all these years. She’ll be blacklisted from the academic world!” Harvey stood up and walked toward Sasha, then looked down on her while showing a slight pity in the corner of his smile. “Teachers are gardeners. They should be role models for others to follow… “But Sasha, not only did you not impart knowledge and cultivate your students as a teacher, you’re even selling your looks to old men and sleeping with them for benefits…

A person older than her, her mind reminded; A teacher. Realization dawned on her as she walked down the stairs to Reid's desk. She had sexually touched a teacher. Dreamed naughty things about his lips on hers, his fingers dancing on her skin. His big intimidating manhood in her. Maya brought her thighs together as her arousal made itself known.

At the ceremony where my mother, Helena Marlow, received the Best Homeroom Teacher award, the parents wept with gratitude. They praised her for nurturing the students successfully without ever resorting to harsh discipline, and for helping them all to excellent results. But no one knew that the path to their children’s success had been paved by Mom, using me as a warning to others. When someone in the class stole money, cheated on an exam, or got into a romantic relationship, I was the one punished. During the ceremony, the principal, Ms. Wanda Ambrose, stepped onto the stage to present her award. She asked, “Ms. Marlow, you have so many outstanding students in your class. Which student

Damn, had she gained ten pounds since leaving the house? “Bad enough you come here flaunting your...condition...and being unmarried.” He shook his head. “That’s not the type of behavior we allow our teachers to have at this school, especially around our students. Our kids are susceptible to things like that, and we can never allow them to be open to that kind of negative influence at their age – especially not from someone they look up to like a teacher should be!” She felt like he has slapped her. "My condition is no concern of yours or anyon—"

“Twenty years ago, there was this female teacher who dated one of her students. When the school found out about it, the boy refused to admit it because he didn’t want to ruin his future, he ended up claiming that it was the teacher who seduced him. Time were harsher back then, and the teacher could no longer withstand the ridicule she faced from people around her. On one particularly windy midnight, she dressed herself in red and hung herself inside the office at precisely midnight. “They say that if someone wears red and hangs themselves at midnight, the person will turn into an evil spirit. That’s how the teacher turned into an evil spirit after she died and began haunting the students eve