Student X Teacher Reader Novels & Stories

" I don't believe any of the words that come out of my mouth and neither do I know where they come from but I let them come. It's like a small current of electricity is running through me and I let it. The look on Fredrick's face falls for a brief moment and there's the eerie feeling at the back of my mind that I just read something straight from a textbook. There are murmurs going through the crowd and I can tell that something has changed. I catch the eye of one student and she smiles briefly at me before looking away. I look back to Fredrick to find his stare on me like a hawk. I know I won't be able to answer another question if he asks so I hope and wish in my heart that he does not. T

They were never this quiet before. I don't know how, but I guess it's the mating bond. Xender turns to look at me and so does the literature teacher. He didn't say any thing, but his eyes did. He was asking me what was wrong, but I was so sober to talk or mind link to him. "Do you prefer to stand at the door, Miss Wilkie?" Asked the literature teacher. I wasn't interested in her, I was more focused on Xender but I didn't want any suspicion so I looked away from his gaze, walking in.

Justin asked. "That is enough, that's not a nice way to welcome our new students. I know we have three scholarship student and another student who is not on scholarship." The teacher said, removing his glasses. He was a young man with full beards and a short wavy hair. "New students, please introduce yourselves and tell us a little about yourself." "I am Xander Andrews. A straight A student. A web designer, I am extraordinarily creative and competitive. I hate stupid people, and people who think too highly of themselves."

When was he giving me flesh on flesh contact? Déjà vu someone? Again, my conscience alerted me that this too was a part of my second book! The one where Ethan was also a teacher. The only difference was he was a chemistry teacher in real life and he was a biology teacher in my book, giving private lessons on male and female anatomy to the heroine—me. Oh, stop being judgmental! Everyone had secret fantasies about someone at least once in their damn life. Don’t get jealous because mine are coming true.

Prince Guren growled, stomping towards a corner of the ground with several students gathered. Taking a look at our surroundings, I saw some teachers were also having classes out here. My brows raised as I noticed Calis at a group of students near us. He had a thick book in his grasp, intently reading while listening to his professor. But as the teacher turned away, he lifted his gaze from the book, meeting my eyes as if he already knew I was there and waving at me.

she spat between greeted teeth. “I suggest you sit down right now,” the teacher said in a gentle voice. Steffy sat on the bed but not before securing another book to be thrown to her teacher, just in case. Teacher Greg, on the other hand, rested his back by the door and continued to marvel at his student. Her hair was in disarray and her face was knitted into a frown, and yet, she could still feel his burning gazes; she knew what those gazes mean. And as he stood there, staring at her, she could see how he lusted over her exposed white thighs. There was a bulge growing underneath his slacks.

The teacher begins by introducing herself like every year and writes the rules down on the board, along with an outline of what books we will begin to read for the first quarter of the year. She continues to write away on her board, and just when she is ready to turn while still giving orders, the door jolts open. Logan and Steven walk in, gasping for air as they make their way inside, stopping in front of the teacher. Oh, God, no....why?

I object and pull my books out of my backpack Just in the audience came the Professor, arrogant and arrogant Peter Alexandrovich. The students took their seats in an instant. And this brown-eyed demon stared into my eyes, as if he wanted to find something there. " So, let's start with our homework! I asked you a retelling of the text about the French economy! " I hate the pause in his voice. Goosebumps run all over his body as he bites his lower lip, as if choosing a victim who will safely go with him to hell." Sinitsina! Please tell us about France!"

He squeezes the offending exam sheet, balling it up in a fist. "They are trying to kill us." I say for his benefit alone. Every year, since SS1, Mr Harrison, the Literature and English teacher pulls a stunt of the same nature. Debates. Essays. Short prose writing. Anything to make you "wear your thinking cap" as he puts it.

way 5: Professor's Forbidden PetChapter 2: No Panties After Class The whole next day I could not think straight. I sat in Professor Reed’s lecture with his dried cum still on my thighs from yesterday. Every time he looked at me from the front of the class my pussy throbbed. I kept pressing my legs together under the desk. The other students had no idea that their respected teacher had fucked me raw on his desk and filled me with his load. The thought made me wet again.