Perverted Teacher Novels & Stories

I had wanted it, wanted him and that understanding burned hotter than any sin Emily could pronounce upon me. But God, what had I done? He was my teacher. Twenty nine to eighteen. A man who graded my papers, who stood at the front of the class with that look of distant disinterest. I rolled onto my side, curling around myself, discomfort flashing through me. If anyone were to find out, if that video I tried to take had actually worked, they would see me as nothing but a whore. Not the nerd with the high grades, but the one who slept with her teacher.

"Are you really going to be like this? Teachers aren't supposed to be so violent!" Jade warned. "They teach us to do this whenever we encounter a pervert." She explained. "I could kick you where it really hurts, you know. Want me to do that?" She asked with a content smirk.

"So, from now on. Stop calling me Sir, stop moaning Sir. Because I f*cking had a hard time stopping my self from getting a hard on 'cause I always remember how you moaned my name, how you fucking screamed 'Sir'." I arcked when I felt his warm lips on my skin. That's why he reacted like that when someone called him Sir when he was in class with us. It's because he remembers my moans. Damn! It heated me up. "What should I call you then?" Damn, why is my voice like this? It sounded like a moan, like a whisper of a horny girl. "Anything. Just don't call me Sir. I might lose my job. I might look like a pervert teacher who have a fucking horny face just because they called me 'Sir'." I smirked lau

Or maybe it was the fact that the first time I had entered his class he had prepositioned me and when I had dismissed his interest he had failed me. I was already doing bad to begin with. I had taken the least difficult course. Social work. And this pervert taught us Social theories, which was the most boring subject coupled with his roaming eyes and the slithering voice that disgusted me. And on top of that he deliberately gives me the lowest grade. “Your behaviour is beyond reproach, Miss Cavanagh. Do I have to talk to your guardian?”

But I agreed to try this up with everyone, the only person who tried to show her a bit about dominants and bondage was some jerk at school who scared her. I did bite him a new hole for what he did to her, he lost his license as a teacher, he would not be allowed to teach again. Going to school was never something I'd want to do, I always expected to find my other half in somewhere, honestly I have no idea but he or she would just show up on their own.

I like it black on some days—this is perfect. “I see, you were looking a little pale earlier—I thought you’re not feeling well or something.” Pete sat down and began working on his activity plan for the next class he’s handling. Pete is a P.E. teacher and one that kids love. He and I got along well. A lot of teachers here specially the female ones tend to be a bit snobby and short tempered so it’s usually the guys who gets along well. “I could use a bit of sleep before class starts though.” I groaned which made the man laugh.

Teacher's Sweet Virgin Bribe Kristen had a naughty new story percolating in her perverted mind she was eager to write. Ms. Salazar, a young teacher at Kristen's college, had an infamous crush on Mr. Stone. The older, married teacher was quite the hunk. More than a few girls had fantasies about the confident man. Ms. Salazar's was so obvious. As the home ec club's adviser, she was always sharing with him the sweets and treats she baked with her girls.

"Yeah, not proud of it, but I've thought about a few over the years. Especially since I started here. I feel better thinking about boys without teen at the end of their age." "We all do it. Show me a teacher, male or female, that's taught older kids for years who says they have never run the student teacher fantasy through their head, and I'll show you a liar." "When I was a student I always thought it was the guy teachers who were pervy, had a couple of them," she scrunched her face up. "Dirty bastards, I even had one offer me an A instead of my B if I would suck him off right there on the spot."

Before I knew it, I found myself in my Literature class. "Pedophilia," the teacher, Mr. Burma, began, pointing to a guy at the back. "What comes to mind?" "Homosexual men," he blurted out without thinking, and I couldn't hold back. I raised my hand, and Mr. Burma looked at me, nodding.

Oh, a cheerful one. And next is just like a happy-go-lucky guy, "Goodmorning, classmates! I am Caleb Rivera, 19!" And the next one is... he looks like a pervert man, steals panty, and did I already said a pervert one? "Ah He—" the pervert didn't even finish the greeting because of his fans club outside our classroom that didn't even flinch to our teacher's killer eyes that were supposed to make them shut up. "Ah, Clein!"