Novel & Cerita Teacher And Student Smut

I breathed, as I brought my dripping dick to her mouth and wiped them on her full lips, pushing them into her willing mouth, making her suck them clean. "Yes, Professor Matt," she said obediently. I quickly removed all my shirt as she writhed on the bed, her hand moving slowly on her clit. I slipped out of my jeans and slid between her thick thighs, pushing them up and back until her knees were by her shoulders and her big blue eyes were staring up at me. I hoisted her plump ass further up and moved in under her, so that she was looking at her exposed pussy from between her knees, almost able to lick it herself, her huge boobs squished against her, her bare pussy and asshole fully exposed fo

Another couple slammed against the chalkboard, wet slaps echoing with every thrust. More students tangled on the floor, kissing, sucking, moaning in chorus. A girl bent over the teacher’s desk, tits bouncing wildly as a guy pounded into her from behind. “Ahhh! Faster!” The desk legs squealed against the floor, one nearly snapping. Another boy sat on a chair, head thrown back, groaning while a girl sucked him off, spit dripping down her chin. “Mmmh—so big—so good—” Cum actually dripped from the edge of a desk in front of her, splattering onto the floor.

The smell of sex filled the car, thick and heavy, mixed with her perfume and my sweat. “You are gonna cum again,” I growled, feeling her walls start to flutter around me, getting tighter, wetter. “Gonna soak my cock while I fuck you senseless. Say it. Tell me you are my dirty little cum slut.” “Yes,” she sobbed, voice wrecked, hips slamming down frantically. “I am your dirty little cum slut. Your teacher slut. Fuck me harder. Make me cum all over this big dick.”

The teacher asked, looking at everyone. I like where this is going. "Mr Ryder," the teacher coughed as i snapped my gaze on her, "Looks like you're day dreaming. How about you tell us?" I mentally groaned before replying, "Well, It's simple really," i started, "All you need is a dick and a woman." I ended with a smirk while the whole class bursted laughing. Except the teacher who was glaring at me. "This is inappropriate!" "Is it?" I smirked at her, "It's the truth."

"I think I just saw a girl in nothing but a man's shirt pass by!" "Unacceptable! She can't have stolen our incredibly hot professor." "Doesn't she look kind of familiar though...?" Professor?! I went utterly rigid when Killian settled in front of the webcam and began to talk. "Good morning. I am Professor Abram. Professor Schultz was temporarily covering my class last week. I will be leading your Honors Biology course this semester."

“What else do you want to role-play as mama? We can be your naughty students making out in the empty classroom and you can be our hot teacher, instructing us how to touch a woman.” Anna and I looked at Caleb, my lips parting at the taboo fantasy, and yet my cock gave a twitch at the thought of clumsily making out with him and Anna catching us. “You have thought about this before,” Anna announced, her cheeks red and eyes glazed. “Filthy boy,” she murmured underneath her breath.

The students fed off her humiliation, their lust amplified by the knowledge that they could have her anytime, anywhere. A teacher, a middle-aged woman with a cruel smile, stepped onto the stage. She unbuttoned her blouse, revealing her naked breasts. "I want a turn," she purred, her eyes locked onto Barbara. The crowd cheered as she approached, her heels clicking on the stage floor. She grabbed Barbara's hair, pulling her head back roughly. "This is a lesson you'll never forget, slut," the teacher sneered, before pushing Barbara's head down onto her waiting cock, still standing and raw from the last student's penetration, making her gag as the head slipped down her throat.

"Open the book to page 54. Do the problem, I'll give you 15 minutes." "What? Is he crazy?" "15 minutes? Doing this many and difficult questions? What a cruel teacher." "Ah, if he wasn't handsome I would have cursed him in front of his face." These are all just the inner words of the students. How dare they curse directly in front of this notorious teacher. "Sir, I'm finished. May I go to the toilet?" said Juna, raising her hand. It hasn't even been 5 minutes but the man has already finished his work? Actually, Juna has filled almost all the books at home.

She slammed her fork down on the table with a sharp clang, her tone displeased. "Are we eating or not? You talk too much nonsense!" This sudden outburst startled both Sarah and me. Shane immediately started fawning over her shamelessly. "Babe, I was wrong. I shouldn't have praised Joanna. When it comes to being capable, that's obviously you. You can go all night without a break. She can't even compare to you." The comment made me deeply uncomfortable. It was textbook manipulation—praising one person while stepping on another, laced with inappropriate sexual innuendo.

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