Teacher And Student Smut Novels & Stories

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."

"Do you have a question? You seem... distracted." ​A few students snickered, but I didn't look at them. I met his stare head-on, biting my lower lip until it stung. "No, sir," I replied, my voice coming out breathier than I intended. "I’m just... deeply engaged in your teaching.” He cleared his throat and turned back to the board. My hand drifted down, disappearing under the desk. I spread my thighs even wider and slid one finger inside my cunt, a silent gasp caught in my throat at the sudden stretch. I was so wet it slipped in easily, my walls gripping it hungrily.

He was using my mouth like he owned it. “Relax your throat. Take it all.” I gagged, eyes watering, but I tried harder. Every time he went deep I made little whining sounds around his cock. My pussy was already soaked, throbbing, begging for touch. “Good girl,” he said quietly. Those words hit me like electricity. I moaned louder, sucked harder, tears running down my face as I tried to please him. But how did I even get here..on my knees in Professor Edward’s office, mouth full of my new literature professor’s huge cock?

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

I am also really thinking now about what other people might say when they find out that we have a romantic relationship, especially that I am his student and he is my teacher. Just by thinking that the news would spread throughout the whole school scares me, how much more if it really happens. I am one hundred percent sure that it will create chaos especially for the women who like and adores him at school including the female teachers. I was about to speak again when he stopped me. "Can we talk later, baby? After we ate breakfast? I am really already hungry right now, baby. I cannot take it anymore." he said and he even pout that made him more handsome.

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."