Sexy Busty Teacher Novels & Stories

The picture of a beautiful woman dressed in sexy clothes was the first thing Eric saw. "Slut, bitch, Daddy's mistress."

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“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

am surprised when i see the headmaster and one of our big booty teacher fucking eachother so hard while the principal is sweating like some one on a land digger work . . . .jasmine: whattttttttttt . . .stay tuned

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.

“Are you a fucking toy? Do you only get affected by one fucking woman?” It twitched. Like it agreed. “So you can work,” I said, rolling my eyes. “Just not for anyone else. Got it. You’re a loyal little bastard.” Fine, I’d play along. I unlocked my phone, scrolling to the photo she sent me. The one where she was teasing the line between innocent and filthy teacher. Black stockings hugging those legs. That white blouse hid the lacy, sexy black bra. I haven’t even seen her tits yet. But I didn’t need to. I could imagine them. Perfect, heavy, filling my palms, nipples hard and aching for my tongue.

He is my competition, so the school just took as both as the best students. But I could have sworn I am better than him. Although, It's very had to debate that since we both took different subjects. The bell rang and the students swooned in like bees. Every one kept glancing at our new teacher. "She is sexy as fu*k!" I heard a student mutter. Most teenage boys will think that, especially with those curves of hers, threatening to rip her office skirts. Our new teacher introduced herself as 'Miss Amarok'. A beautiful name for a beautiful teacher.