Sexy Busty Teacher Novels & Stories

"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.”

“You see, little darling, the woman who did this to me was a good teacher, maybe that’s why she was a teacher.” I giggled, but the sound broke into a moan as her fingers curled. I was becoming hot and wanting more. I wanted Diana to consume me. “I know that the teacher must have done other things to you and I want you to show me how she did it,” I pleaded and, in a suggestive mood, I rolled over and slid on my back to the floor, my naked body upside down with my legs spread aside as she sat on the edge of the sofa. My shapely thighs circled the older woman’s hips. The cool air of the room kissed my open, wet pussy and I shivered with a soft “ooh.”

“A teacher and a student, this is insane, females to be precise, super madness.” I tilted my head, still advancing. “Isn’t a teacher masturbating in her office with the door open supposed to be illegal in the first place?” I pointed at her soaked fingers, then at her dripping pussy still visible under the hiked skirt. “And this…” I dragged my gaze up to her heavy, overflowing breasts, “I want it too. Let me appreciate it properly.” She backed away until her ass hit the edge of her desk, eyes wide, breathing fast. But she didn’t scream. She didn’t call for help. That hungry, desperate look from earlier was still burning behind the shock.

I think that you are the one for me 'Cause it gets so hard to breathe When you're looking at me, I've never felt so alive and free When you're looking at me, I've never felt so happy I looked at the teacher's table, finding him looking at me with a small smile on his face. I smiled back, not caring now that he was my teacher. He was the hottest guy I had ever seen, it was normal to look at him. Every other woman in this pub, and luckily there weren't a lot, were gaping at him. Ms. Melissa was openly flirting with him, actually knocking her drink over. I think she did that on purpose. Not that he even looked. He was only 28 but something told me he was mentally a lot older.

Hearing all this, I remembered what happened 2 days ago. 2 days ago.... Aditya Sir was teaching in the class. All the girls were staring at him more than studying. Sir was so handsome. There was nothing much in front of him. For once, no one could say that he is a professor by looking at him. In the middle of the class, my attention was on whatever happened this morning. Just then the girl sitting next to me shook me. I was startled. Just then, Sir's voice came. "Miss Riya, if you find my class so boring, then you can go and stand outside. If not, then repeat what I have just taught."

Luckily for her, the teacher was more than a bit horny as well. "I have had two sexual partners in my life. Both were class-B girls," she explained to them, starting to feel really loose, "the first was when I was a senior in high school. She was a girl in my art class and we dated most of that year and we had sex shortly before graduation. The other one was in the second year of at the teacher's academy, we met at a bar and had sex once," she realized as she said the last one that it was probably highly inappropriate but she was now able to completely censor these feelings, not to be bothered by them again. The girls were giggling and by now they were squirming in their seats. "You said ear