Student Teacher Erotica Novels & Stories

"T-this is, oh, wrong...wrong...Oh, oh..." "Teacher, I'm sorry. I just can't stop. It's because it's immoral that it's very pleasurable. But don't worry, you're not the only teacher I've f*cked. You know Miss Wayne, and Mrs. Santiago, and even Head Teacher Valdemora? They are my sexmates, and oh Mrs. Vice Principal too, and they loved doing sex with me because I'm good at it..." "Ah! Ah! Y-you're speaking nonsense. Miss Wayne aside, all others are married!"

I can't get away. Jace leans in closer, his lips brushing against my ear. "Then you better hurry." Another knock reverberates through the room, and his finger presses on my clitoris, sending shockwaves of sensation coursing through me. "Oh my God!" I gasp, my body betraying my words. "Say it," he demands again, his tone unyielding. I have no choice. "Yes!" I scream, "I want my teacher to fuck me!" In an instant, I’m hauled from the desk, his arm wrapping protectively around my waist, holding me against his chest. "That's a good little student. Keep the stolen exam, and do a good job," he whispers in my ear.

"Whoa there, what?!" The teacher was already jerking her student's panties down. "I might be sure of it. Who's the veteran lesbian here after all, right?" Prone and surprised, it was easy work, and suddenly there was the younger Stern girl's thick juicy ass out there in the open air. Taylor's neck was abandoned; her whole body trembled softly as I squeezed the leather encasing her butt.

I had protested that I wasn’t a lesbian, that I simply hadn’t been touched in over a year, but she had only laughed quietly and told me she wasn’t one either, though turning proud white teachers like me into submissive sluts was far too entertaining to resist. Now here I was, pinned beneath her on my own bed, her strong fingers fucking me steadily while tears of humiliation and unwanted arousal mixed on my cheeks. “Please… Ruth,” I managed to whisper between gasps, my voice weak and broken, “this isn’t right… I’m your teacher.” Ruth leaned down closer, her breath warm against my ear as she curled her fingers again and made me moan louder. “You were my teacher,” she corrected calmly, “but now

He was the kind of professor who made you question your morals. His wide back tapered to a tight waist. His hands were big, and I know for a fact that I would cum multiple times with just his mere touch. He had an ass that filled his pants in the best way when he turned to write on the board. I've fucked him in my head for like a thousand times now. At literally every lecture, I imagined him bending me over his desk in his office, after everyone had left, that deep voice of his growling my name while he fucked me hard and deep, those broad shoulders flexing above me.

TeacherPet: well TeacherPet: my mouth also gets wet TeacherPet: like really wet TeacherPet: umm that sounds bad TeacherPet: it isn't like I'm drooling or something TeacherPet: its hard to explain TeacherPet: but my tongue especially TeacherPet: and I have this overwhelming desire to lick TeacherPet: I just want to lick lick lick TeacherPet: when im cumming, I mean Good fucking god, could I be *any* harder right now… Me: wow.. Me: you never did that last time.. TeacherPet: well I was never really in a position to

“I do not. Intact I love being the dominant one and telling my partner what to do for me. I love tying his hands behind a chair and his legs tied up to the foot of the chair while I ride him till he reaches his peak. I love making him kneel before me, while I shove I between my legs to his face, grinding my waist on his face and making him eat me up for as long as I want without any sign of air.” “Dam mama…You must have good tricks on your sleeve.” “These are just introductory words, i can make your dick ache and twitch without even touching you, all i need to do it to touch myself.” “I would honestly love to see that sexy body.” “We can set up an erotic video call, no face just our bodies.

Ginger Ryan knows all about getting herself off, and boy, is she going to have a blast teaching her new student all of her naughty tricks. Oh, you’re so adorable in that cute red skirt and white blouse. Now take them off slow and easy. Ah, such a lovely young body... to tender and fresh. Oh, yes... that little bra is so perfect for those cute breasts. Yes, slide the straps off your smooth shoulders... oh, wow, look at those cute and pert beauties. Caress them, slide your hands under them and press them together... squeeze those perfect globes lovingly. Feel those rosebud nipples rising up against your palms, and keep caressing the sensitive flesh. Do you feel that cosy warmth building up bet

Every time he glanced my way — which happened far more often than usual — I shifted just enough to let him catch a glimpse of my smooth, glistening folds. My nipples hardened against the thin fabric of my top, clearly visible. I bit my lip and pretended to take notes, but my free hand had slipped under the desk. My fingers brushed my inner thigh, then higher, tracing my slick entrance. I was soaked. The thrill of doing this in a room full of nearly two hundred students sent fresh arousal dripping onto the seat. Professor Kelvin paused mid-sentence, his eyes locking onto mine for a heartbeat longer than appropriate. I smiled innocently and slid one finger between my folds, circling my swollen

She replies “Just make sure you don’t tell anyone, and this may be a one-time thing only” “No problem,” I say as I get dressed and pack up my stuff. As I go to leave the classroom I take out my mobile and sneak a few pictures of Mr Sinclar naked and cleaning up my cum. “Thank you again,” I say as I kiss her and leave the room. What will happen now? How will she deal with me in class? Will we get to fuck again? And what can I make her do with these pictures....? I think as I look through the several photos I took of her without her seeing. All these thoughts in my head, I guess we will just have to see what happens.