Student Teacher Erotica Novels & Stories

The sight of his hot teacher on her knees, blouse open, skirt bunched around her waist, makeup slightly ruined from sucking him, was almost too much. Ms. Valeria stood up suddenly and bent over her desk, spreading her legs and looking back at him. “Fuck me, Kai. Put that big student cock inside your teacher’s pussy right now.” Kai didn’t need to be told twice. He stepped forward, lined up his dripping cock with her soaked entrance, and pushed in deep. They both moaned loudly as he bottomed out inside her. Her pussy was incredibly tight and wet, gripping him like a vice. “Oh my god, you’re so deep,” she gasped. “Fuck me hard, baby. Don’t hold back.”

Behind her, the students continued their relentless assault, their hips slamming against her ass in a brutal, merciless cadence. Each thrust sent waves of pain and pleasure crashing through her body, a chaotic mix that left her dizzy and disoriented. The teacher's cock was thick and veiny, pulsating with a cruel, unyielding power. She choked on it, her body betraying her as she struggled to breathe. Tears streamed down her face, mixing with the saliva and precum that coated her chin. The auditorium was a blur of faces, a sea of lust-filled eyes and leering grins, each one a testament to her utter, complete, and total submission.

Ronan sucked my boobs and his fingers teasing my clitoris. Just as he was about to slide in, I woke up breathing heavily. My body was folded and my hands were on my boobs. I touched my panties and it was wet. "Fuck!" I cussed as I sat up on the bed. Did I just dream about me and teacher having sex? I looked beside my bed and his jacket was laying there. I checked the time and it was a few minutes past 6 in the morning. It was Saturday and I was glad. I took in a deep breath and got up from the bed.

Her body pressed against his, feeling the hard bulge of his cock against her stomach. He broke the kiss and spun her around, pushing her forward so her hands landed on one of the student desks in the front row. “Bend over,” he ordered, his voice low and rough. Sara did as he said, leaning over the desk. Her skirt rode up her thighs. Professor Kane flipped it up over her ass and yanked her panties down to her knees in one quick motion. Cool air hit her soaked pussy. She was dripping wet, her lips swollen and shiny with her juices.

My chest heaved, my nipples still tingling from earlier, and my balls drew up tight, full and aching for release. God, why is this so hot? Tied up, at her mercy, her hand working my dick like she owns it, I'm her slutty student, and it's driving me wild. She smirked, eyes locked on mine with a predatory gleam. "Beg all you want, but your body's betraying you,you're loving this, aren't you? So hard and leaking for your teacher, you filthy pervert." She rubbed faster, her palm grinding roughly now, fingers digging in to massage my balls through the fabric, I moaned deep and throaty, my body shaking uncontrollably, on the edge of exploding.

I asked him innocently, I know what he's talking about but don't show it, my dad and Mr Gray are like best friend but Melvin and I are definitely enemies. "Nathaniel, you know what am I talking about." He sighed and took off his squared glasses. "No, I absolutely have no idea." I scratched my ear lobe. "You...you had sex with a teacher!" He yelled. "Ahh her name was Cheril or something." I scrunched my eyebrows, I did fucked a teacher, she was my french teacher, a tutor. She taunted me with her hot body, I couldn't help it. "Yes her, do you know how many times I had to find a French tutor for you?"

"This pussy is starving for cock." I sucked harder, saliva dripping down my chin as I worked Marcus's shaft with my hand. Damien presented his heavy balls, and I licked them eagerly, sucking one into my mouth while stroking him. The sounds were obscene—wet slurping, my muffled moans, their filthy praise. "Look at this cumslut teacher," Lucas said, his voice thick. "Hiding behind that desk like she wasn't made for this."

Warm, wet, soaking into the nylon. Brilliant. Forty quid ruined. His fingers kept moving though, stroking me through the aftershocks. We lay there for a bit. Sun still hot, the Cam flowing past. A punt glided by in the distance. Nobody noticed us. Finally Oliver shifted. "That was..." "Don't make it into something. It was what it was." "Right. Yeah." Looked a bit crushed. Sat up, reached for my dress. Reality creeping back in. I'd just fucked my actual student in a field. The one who'd sit in my seminar next term whilst knowing exactly what my cunt tasted like.

What had he meant by when the lesson was learnt? My mind flashed back to the promotional video on his page, advertising him as an erotic tutor—a sex therapist, if one wanted to make it sound fancy. That video was nothing short of a p**n. Do you need to cum, Tessy? Rub your clit a little faster while you finger your pussy… No, darling, not like that. Like so. I almost wet my pants. His voice had been so low and gravelly, melting my insides and filling me up with intense heat.

He stood between her thighs, his eyes locked on hers, a mix of hunger and dominance in his gaze. With a swift, aggressive movement, he positioned himself at her entrance, his lengthy dick pressing against her wetness. "Please, Daddy," Bianca moaned, her voice a breathy whisper. "Fuck me and tpear my pussy apart." Dr. Kendrick didn't hesitate, he entered her, filling her wet pussy completely. Bianca screamed, her back arching off the table as he hit that spot deep inside her that made her see stars. "Oh god, yes! Please, ohhh my pussy tear it Daddy, don't have mercy on me!"