Teacher And Student Smut Novels & Stories

I was about to close the door but the man glanced at me. “Mr. Connor Murray?” I mentioned his complete name stupefied. I managed to pull the swinging door back closing it. My hands were trembling and my knees were shaking. That wasn’t a ghost but it was the scariest thing I ever witnessed and at the same time disgusting. They were having sex inside the school’s comfort room, a female comfort room to be exact. Sex between a student and a teacher, our Fluid Mechanics teacher. A teacher who has a wife and two beautiful angels. Utterly disgusting.

I put everything back in place, closed the drawer, and added in a playful tone, "A very special kind of teacher…" He straightened up and asked with concern, "My little one?" I crossed my arms and smiled slyly, "A naughty teacher, tempting his student to do forbidden things… a dangerous teacher." He stepped toward me with steady steps, his commanding presence undeniable, stopping in front of me. He said with a tone mixing teasing and authority, "Wasn’t it the student who sent that cute video… in cat panties?" My smile widened mischievously. I turned slowly toward him, lifting my head with an innocent, fake expression, pretending I was unaware.

“I want you bare under that skirt, Rose Hale. Every step, every shift in your seat during my lecture—you’ll feel me leaking out, warm and sticky, reminding you exactly who owns this pussy. Whose favorite student gets bred before class like a dirty little secret.” I whimpered, clenching around nothing as he withdrew his fingers and made me suck them clean again, tasting our combined release one final, filthy time—salty, musky, sweet. “Yes, Professor. Thank you. I’ll be so good for you… and so messy.”

“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.”

He spoke but bit his lip in end trying to act seductive. Ferris frowned in confusion at the teacher behaviour whereas a suppressed smile formed on her mouth as realisation dawned upon her. The male teacher is gay and hot for her husband!!!

She slowly tried to push in but I winced in pain and she quickly stopped. She lifted her eyes up until they met mine.. fuck, she looked so sexy and so fucken horny. "I.. I have never been...you know" I left my sentence short. She is a teacher. She can feel in the missing words. She got up and laid her naked full body on top of mine, "like never?" I nodded.. she smiled and kissed me, I could taste myself from her mouth and that somehow turned me on. I held her body and pulled it against mine...

My mouth waters at the sight of it. He fists it, stroking slowly. "On your knees, Professor." I slide off the desk without hesitation, my knees hitting the cold floor. My hands replace his, stroking his hot, throbbing length, feeling every inch of him under my fingers. "This is so wrong," I whisper, even as I lean forward and lick the precum from his tip. "I'm your teacher... I shouldn't be on my knees for my student..." "But you are," he groans, threading his fingers through my hair. "And you look so fucking perfect doing it."

Ain’t that the time we are horny the most for our mate? “I mated before? Who was it?” “I don’t know. I only have his name. You keep everything about him from me, even when you…” He looks away again. I take a deep sigh. What the hell is my past self-thinking?! Did I just destroy a child’s mentality as his teacher?! “What did I make you do, Theo?” “You let me touch you.” Touch me? F*uck! I am a rotten teacher. “And you orgasmed.” I pale. Somehow, I can imagine a young Theo pleasuring me during my estrus. I hit my head. That is some sexual awakening alright.

I shuddered, licking at her. "You are such a naughty teacher," groaned Mr. Stone. "Bribing me with students!" "I know what men want," I purred. "Hot, young cunt. And I have it!" "Yes, yes, yes," gasped Linda. "Ooh, you're going to make me cum, Ms. Salazar!" "Make that schoolgirl slut cum," snarled Mr. Stone as he buried his big dick into my bowels. I clamped down hard on that thick shaft, increasing the friction. I moaned around Linda's clit as I suckled on her. I nursed with passion on her bud. She groaned as I did that. She trembled, her hips wiggling back and forth.

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