Novel & Cerita Sexy Busty Teacher

A person older than her, her mind reminded; A teacher. Realization dawned on her as she walked down the stairs to Reid's desk. She had sexually touched a teacher. Dreamed naughty things about his lips on hers, his fingers dancing on her skin. His big intimidating manhood in her. Maya brought her thighs together as her arousal made itself known.

Oh how I loved the sweet impossible imagination of having a lover. I picked it up, and headed for class. Mr Richard’s class was one of my favorites. Aside from the fact that I loved his style of teaching, I loved staring at his amazing physique. I sometimes catch myself dreaming of my petite self wrapped up in his arms. Who wouldn’t? His broad shoulders,his rock hard chest I could tell even without touching,his chiseled beard and earth swirling scent I wish I had. Everything about him reminded me of my favorite male lead character from my all time Romance book “ Make Me Yours Tonight”

my eyes snapped at him with irritation, knowing that he was blabbing too many unnecessary words. Having my gaze resumed on the students, I stepped forward a bit, gaining more of their needed attention. “Today I will be taking the space of Professor Harry, and unlike his boring classes, I will be having things spiced up a bit. Today will be an Erotic dance class.” I couldn’t help it but to find me eyes moving back into the sea of students, finding my hues on her.

“Does this feel like it’s attached to a little boy?” Her throat works on a swallow and my eyes damn near roll into the back of my head when she slightly tightens her hand around my length. Fuck. She jerks her hand away when I groan, looking so scandalized, I’m nearly overcome with the urge to fuck her. To corrupt her. I wanna cum all over her face and make such a mess of her. She’s got really beautiful skin and I can already picture it. “This is madness, Stanley,” she protests really, her husky voice betraying her. “I’m your teacher, who’s fifteen years older than you by the way. It’s simply forbidden.”

I challenged him with a sinister smile. He shifted gears again, but I noticed how his hand was sliding down the gear stick-- closer to my knee. "Is that a challenge Ms Leir? " He growled in a undoubtedly sexy tone, and his hand finally made contact with my bare knee through the ripped jeans, sending sparks through my body. "Only if you want it to be, Detective Deckor," I whispered in a strained voice as my body blazed on fire. A light flashed through his eyes as his hand trailed higher. Slowly. Slowly.

I never let anyone touch me down there, this is the first time I let someone lift my skirt and only an underwear covers my sensitivity. I stopped kissing him and looked at his eyes with nervousness. Damn! Hahayaan ko ba siya? A part of me remembered that he is my teacher. We shouldn't do this but I am so fucking turned on right now. I can feel my wetness and I don't think I can back out.

“Don’t worry, baby. I will.” His moist lips kiss the middle of my back and send jolts of electricity straight to my core. His voice drops even lower as he seductively adds, “Long… Hard… And deep…” “Oh… Yes…” I push my butt out and spread my feet farther apart while meeting his powerful thrust. Pleasure washes over me, and my stomach coils in anticipation of my glorious release. Another voice grunts, “Tiffany! We are ready for the next shoot.”

"Maybe I'm just living a pipe dream." "Or maybe they are." She moved closer and leaned against my side. "You know every young girl dreams of having a sexcapade with their teacher. It's part of growing up from girl to woman." I snorted and laughed. "Is that so?" "Absolutely. The main problem is that most guy teachers aren't exactly attractive." "No?" I lifted my eyebrow and worked to memorize the cute look on her face. "Nope." She sat up and moved to the edge of the bed. "I would assume that's probably why you're getting so much attention."

At the ceremony where my mother, Helena Marlow, received the Best Homeroom Teacher award, the parents wept with gratitude. They praised her for nurturing the students successfully without ever resorting to harsh discipline, and for helping them all to excellent results. But no one knew that the path to their children’s success had been paved by Mom, using me as a warning to others. When someone in the class stole money, cheated on an exam, or got into a romantic relationship, I was the one punished. During the ceremony, the principal, Ms. Wanda Ambrose, stepped onto the stage to present her award. She asked, “Ms. Marlow, you have so many outstanding students in your class. Which student

she said. “I.. I thought you were just being nice. How am I to know you have feelings for me because you drove me to the hospital or called me in class? You are my class teacher for Christ sake.* I said and my head was kinda spinning. “Yes I am your class teacher, but firstly I am a girl and I have feelings, you know? One can't control who one falls in love with." “M..Ma but this is not right." “No it's right, don't look at me as your teacher I am not that old I am only 20 years. My education was really fast."