Student Teacher Erotica Novels & Stories

Lira’s voice echoes in my mind as she continues eating my pussy like she’s been starving for it for years. I bite my knuckle to stay silent. My hips rock subtly, grinding against her face under the desk. Her tongue thrusts faster, fucking me with wet, filthy strokes. The tail flicks my clit rapidly, and pleasure builds like a coiled spring in my belly, tight and burning. My nipples scrape against my bra with every shaky breath, electric. “I’m cumminggggg.” A student two rows ahead shifts in their seat. Someone coughs. The normalcy of it all makes the risk burn hotter, and when Lira senses what I’m feeling, she doubles down.

"Could you imagine if your students had any clue what kind of whore their teacher is? You would have boys forcing you to suck their cocks, you would have girls forcing you between their legs and you would be used as a complete cum bucket. You would like that, wouldn't you?" Jasmine was riding the cock furiously now, her desire to come all that mattered, and the dirty thoughts of being used by her students only built on her desire to come. "Fuck, yes, I would love to be a teacher slut," Jasmine screamed, verbalizing her naughtiest dirty fantasy, flashes of so many ex-students she would love to submit to...guys and girls...jocks and nerds...she fantasized about them all. "Close to coming, my t

I'd spent the entire class half hard behind the podium, forcing myself to focus on the projector while she crossed and uncrossed her smooth legs every few minutes. And here she was, Layla Turner, an A+ student turned self-sabotaging brat, dripping on my table because she couldn't wait any longer. Such an impatient little slut. I'd been eager to play this game with her all session. Who knew she would snap so soon? Christ, she was perfect. Her pussy was slick with arousal, already swollen from nothing other than anticipation of being fucked. I leaned back in my chair, watching as she slid her fingers down, tracing her slit for a few seconds before dipping two fingers in.

She was going through the pictures. “What's this?" Miss Esther said, acting surprised. “Ma, I saw them. Sandra and Chris making out in the library. So I took photos of them as evidence." Emeka said. “Who else knows about this?" Miss Esther asked. “Only you Ma but I want to show it to the principal and Sandra's father, Mr President." “ Good. Don't worry I will do it myself. What rubbish is this the kind of nonsense you have been doing in school Chris?! I am so disappointed in you." Miss Esther said.

Yanked her head back so hard her throat arched. “Look at the window,” I snarled. “Anyone walking by the hallway could see you right now. See their pretty substitute teacher bent over her own desk getting railed by an eighteen-year-old cock.” She sobbed. Pussy clenched hard around me. “You love it,” I mocked. “Love being used like a cheap whore in your first week.” I reached around. Pinched her clit roughly. Rubbed fast mean circles while I pounded deeper. “Come on my dick Ms. Reed. Come while your student fills this tight little cunt.”

“Perfect. Looking at your body makes my pu**y sopping wet, Mr. Sticks. How naughty of you. You should try to be less sexy. It’s not proper to make your teacher want to f**k you.” She’d probably read about how much he liked her to talk dirty. She leaned over, her face inches from his straining cock. “Is this for me?” Her tongue slid out between her soft pink lips and collected the bead of pr**cum glistening at the tip of his cock. His abs contracted involuntarily. “Yes,” he gasped. “For you. It’s hard for you.”

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

During the festivities, in the middle of the regions, they recorded records of countless moments in which the heat came with all its energy, seeking cool environments, amidst the mists and vapors of a fantastic event, recording moments of, and records of sexual feats that were abundant. Pushing and coming back with hot body towards his gym teacher. "Oh, I want you, I want it so bad, my girl. – He said. - Let's be quick. – she said. - I don't need to go to my apartment anytime soon. She said, looking for her purse and the right material to lubricate. - Please be a good teacher. – she said. That wasn't just once, at least once. - Not once what? - I want you to say. – In which she asked her sex

The power to woo me and make me weak at the knees. "Let's be friends first Blake. But I'm not saying no, to your other question," I say putting my hand on his. We've crossed a line a little bit today. Our professor and student relationship has touched the edges of flirting and I don't let him go any further than he already has. Because if Professor Oakley is Blake to me outside this office, I know I will be the reason he gets fired. "Alright. I will see you in class. We can discuss this later. And Cora please keep this to yourself for now. I don't know what's come over me. If I've made you uncomfortable we can discuss that later as well. Here's your notebook."

Lexa didn't fully get what Anatalia said, but before the latter could say anything, she beat the female servant to it by asking a weird question, " What is a mate?" " You don't know what a mate is?" Anatalia questioned back, seemingly surprised and wondered what kind of a rogue Lexa was. Lexa scratched the back of her head awkwardly and bit her bottom lip, " Yes, I don't know what it is." " Humm...." The female servant hummed and paused, trying to gauge if what Lexa said was true. After realizing the young teen was indeed saying the truth, she proceeded to answer her question, " A mate is like a soulmate or more of a soulmate, do you get it now? "