Seductive Teacher Novels & Stories

“I’ve seen worse beginners.” She grimaced, slightly less self-conscious now that he was decently hidden. “I sucked and you know it.” Nor did she mind admitting it if it got her out of more lessons. Mathin might be gorgeous, but he was a ruthless teacher. Besides, although she’d had his full attention, not an ounce of it had been sexual. His combat mastery was so complete, not even the famous charmer pheromone could shake it.

She slowly tried to push in but I winced in pain and she quickly stopped. She lifted her eyes up until they met mine.. fuck, she looked so sexy and so fucken horny. "I.. I have never been...you know" I left my sentence short. She is a teacher. She can feel in the missing words. She got up and laid her naked full body on top of mine, "like never?" I nodded.. she smiled and kissed me, I could taste myself from her mouth and that somehow turned me on. I held her body and pulled it against mine...

His eyes are on my face, my body… it makes me tingle all over. Most students, even my friends, actually pay attention in his class because he’s a good, well-liked teacher. He’s younger than the rest of the teaching staff, he’s clever, he’s passionate, but most of all: he’s gorgeous. Tall and broad-shouldered, he’s always wearing button-down shirts with the sleeves rolled up to show off his sexy, muscular arms. That tweed vest can’t hide his powerful upper body, and his fitted trousers barely conceal the outline of his enormous cock.

She said blowing his kisses and that's how the two ladies managed to get past the huge line and enter the club without any opposition. " You should learn afew tricks from me." Vee said casually. Yes, Sheila admired how easily she could handle matters but that was something she herself could never pull out. Not because she couldn't but because she was a reserved woman. " No thankyou. it's already enough to have you, this country doesn't need any other for that." Sheila declined the offer politely. Vee was born a natural seductress, she didn't need to put much effort to pull off that role.Her pair of hazel mischievous orbs added to her advantage. She could charm any Man she wanted. No man so f

"My name is Ella De Belen, Sorceress of Indigo Realm and I will be your class adviser. I will be teaching the arts of voodoo and as early as today, I am telling you that I won't tolerate unruly pupils. You can call me Professor De Belen. If you have any questions, feel free to ask." As she said that, she roams around the classroom leaving an intoxicating scent on her trail. It was like she was overflowing with pheromones. Her voice had a certain quality to it that could make someone wanting to hear her sweet and alluring voice more. She was like a walking demoness, bewitching everyone in her wake. "Hmmm..."

I whispered as I saw it was an entire site dedicated to teacher student fantasies, Richard hadn't been kidding. I looked at the rows of small pictures of the videos and spotting a red head on her knees for her 'student' I clicked it. The video was only a clip and started out in the middle of the action with the teacher already kneeling and sucking on her pupil's huge cock. "Damn." I sighed as I watched her slowly suck while staring up at him. I licked my lips and thought about being in her position very shortly, but then again I wanted to go slow and ease him into it and I was getting paid per lesson.

'thing'. Is this woman really a teacher? That is the thought that lingers in my head. "Hide it... well." She whispered in my ears seductively as she left her place to accommodate the inquiry of the other students whilst I continued finishing my cupcake. The teacher in-charge is young looking. She has the curves in the right places along with her pretty face. But who would have thought such a pervert-y woman would become a teacher of such a prestigious school. The other students finally left as the three of us started to prepare for our departure when the teacher— Ms. Ross— interrupted us with a smile.

“That kiss on the dancefloor was real. I've felt it, Steffy." "I—I was just having fun, Sir,” she replied as she stared at the teacher’s lips. The teacher smiled at her then pulled her up. He bent down and picked her blouse. “Here, wear this. I’m afraid I might indeed rape you if you stay looking like that.” Steffy snatched her white blouse and hastily covered her exposed body. She was now relieved that the heated atmosphere immediately dissolved the tension she was feeling just a couple of seconds ago. But the teacher was just simply irresistible that part of her had suddenly yearned to feel his touch again. ‘Get a grip, Steffy!’ her mind was scolding her again.

Love her. I excused myself from the teacher and walked down the aisle, my movements deliberate. I let my pencil case “slip,” watching as it skidded across her desk and landed perfectly in her lap. She startled, and her head whipped up. As I spoke to her, I saw it. The slight hitch in her breath, the way her pulse fluttered in the delicate skin of her neck. And then, the scent. The beginnings of her arousal, a sweet, tangy note that wafted up to me and ignited a fire in my gut. It took every ounce of my control not to yank her out of her seat, bend her over the desk, and bury myself inside her until she screamed my name.

Chapter 1 Like every guy on the planet, I had the hots for one of my teachers. The name of my crush was Mrs. Gavelle , my senior year English teacher, was a conservative woman in her late thirties. Mrs. Gavelle was a beautiful lady. She had short red hair, which stopped a little before her shoulders, a dark pair of chocolate brown eyes and a simply gorgeous face - the type I could've stared at for hours.