Sexy Busty Teacher Novels & Stories

I shook off my curiosity. I settled into my chair, and we waited for the teacher. Victoria, Dominic, and I chatted about various topics. Eventually, a graceful woman walked in. I recognized her from around town, but hadn't known she would be our teacher. Her name was Nikita. She had jet-black hair wrapped in a sleek bun and wore contact lenses. Tall and with an air of strictness, she immediately commanded the room's attention. Nikita began the lesson, her voice clear and authoritative. However, partway through, a random guy made a dirty comment about her skirt, expecting to dominate her as they have always done to others. They were used to softness and underestimated her resolve.

She stepped inside, her heels clicking softly against the polished marble floor, and her eyes immediately landed on him. Nathan stood near the edge of the room, his back to her, shirtless and glistening with sweat. The muscles of his shoulders and back rippled as he toweled off, the fabric of his workout shorts clinging to his hips. Emma’s breath caught in her throat. She had seen glimpses of his physique before—the tailored suits he wore left little to the imagination—but this was something else entirely. He was raw, unguarded, and utterly breathtaking.

It wasn’t like this was the first time she’d spoken to me about something sex-related. Sometimes, when we met like this, she would tell me about how she’d fucked the captain of the football team in the locker room, or how she’d given a blowjob to the mathematics teacher for a good grade, so... “What do I need to do to enjoy it?” I whispered, almost breathless, my face turning pink, still not looking at Clara. The next second, my cheek was suddenly grabbed and Clara turned my head so I could look at her and when I did, my eyes widened, realizing she was barely inches away.

"Finals are around the corner. Where can you possibly find a guy to date now? Besides, they can't possibly be more experienced than I am. Only I can help you overcome this." As he spoke, he slid the straps of my bra off, revealing my pale shoulders and soft mounds. I looked at him nervously, my heart pounding and my body burning. He seemed to see through my worries and adopted a comforting tone. "Don't worry. I'm your instructor—I'm just going to help relieve you of your troubles. Now, lie down and part your legs, just like during practice." His hands clamped my inner thighs and pulled them apart, forcing me into an uncomfortable position.

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.

"You cheating bastards in there, get out here!" Shane's face changed. He scrambled to open the door in a panic. The next second, Lydia burst in, screaming obscenities. "Joanna Calbry, you filthy slut! You lured my boyfriend to your place while I wasn't around. Shameless much? Are you deliberately provoking me?" "No, Lydia, let me explain—" Shane barely started before Lydia's hand cracked across his face with a resounding slap. "Shut up! I can see you're enjoying this bitch throwing herself at you."

I gasped sharp, nipples stabbing my dress begging for teeth on them. "Prof... Wilson," I purred his name like a dirty secret, spreading my legs another inch wider, pussy drenched and clinging. His eyes went feral, thumb pressing firm right against my pussy. Electric jolts shot up my spine… fuck, I was dripping down my thighs. "This isn't tutoring," he rasped, voice gravel and velvet, but he didn't pull back. No, his other hand dropped to his lap under the table, stroking that massive bulge tenting his pants.

“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.

"You're fucking three girls here. Why am I just now finding out about it?" "Because you were too busy in your Asian roommate to notice." Anthony chuckled, then we both turned to the front when we heard the microphone turn on. When my eyes landed on the teacher, I recognized her immediately. Miss Dean stood in front, looking so good in her blue suit set. The skirt she wore stopped an inch above the knees and her shirt showed off those beautiful, big breasts she had. She cleared her throat before she began to speak.

Grayson asked. Jenson replied, “Don’t find excuses for your own ignorance.” Storm tugged at Grayson’s sleeve. “If we can’t answer, I highly doubt this teacher they find can either.” Baby Robbie smiled charmingly in response. “This teacher of ours is all-knowing and all-capable, though.” “Cut the nonsense and just tell me who it is. I’d like this to meet such a divine entity as well,” Grayson spoke impatiently. Baby Robbie replied, “I’ll only say it once. The teacher’s name is Miss G.”