Teacher Facesitting Story Novels & Stories

Erica said changing her sitting position. "I think my Mom understands me better, she listens to everything I say". I said. The teacher came in. "Good morning Mr Smith". We all greeted him. "Good morning students, we are moving into a new topic today". He said. He continued the teachings for today, few more teachers came in.

Later that same night, students gathered around the campfire that was on the beach, listening to their teachers tell them stories about their childhood. Some were funny and others were gross - like the story of how they met their loved ones. Out of the five teachers, there were only four who gave their stories, excluding one which was Miss Hera. "Miss Hera, you haven't said anything yet. What about your love story or don't you have one?" Josh brought her out from the dark.

I look at Campbell quizzically and he smiles mischievously, he sits down and pulls the handcuffs and sits me on his lap, some of the students already in the class stare at us and I look away embarrassed, I don't want them to think I'm one of their bitches. - I don't want to be like this- I grumble. - Okay- he laughs and lifts us up so I sit on the chair and he sits on my lap, we start laughing, I wasn't expecting that. - Campbell, you're crushing me- I say with some difficulty, he says nothing and we enter the elevator, almost all the students have already seen us, only the teacher is left, "No, he already saw us. - Campbell, what are you doing sitting on top of the lady- he asks lowering hi

“Nope! I… We just want to welcome you here!” I jumped up with exaggerated enthusiasm, flinging my arms wide—so wide I accidentally smacked both Alyssa and Vhina on their shoulders. “Hey!” Alyssa winced, rubbing her shoulder. Another awkward silence settled over us. Before it could stretch too long, a teacher approached our table, carrying a gray and black Asus laptop. It was teacher Mary, the instructional supervisor. The moment we noticed her, we all straightened in our seats and chorused, “Good afternoon, cher!”

Ibukun checked her wristwatch again and noticed that it was over one hour past their closing time. The teacher who had taught them for the last period and taken extra time in telling the students the story of his life and how he struggled at school, how he sold salt to earn his school fees. Ibukun scoffed as she continued walking very fast. “These teachers will be lying on top emotional stories” Ibukun murmured as she got to the bus top. There were a few students in the bus stop and Ibukun looked around for Lashe as someone suddenly grabbed her hand and pulled her away.

The next e-mail had a screenshot of the story that she was apparently reading, since the next several e-mails all had screenshots of the same story, just pages later. Elias hastily typed in the website information and quickly navigated to the story in question. The story was entitled "My Hot Teacher" and was about a young female teacher who got blackmailed into submission by one of her grade 12 students. The story described numerous sexual acts which were designed to punish and humiliate the teacher.

My stomach instantly dropped with dread, and I desperately wanted to run away, to get as far from him as possible. James leaned over quickly, whispering right into my ear, “Yo, isn’t that teacher kinda… sexy? I mean, for a dude, he is definitely good looking.” I shot him a furious look, my face burning with acute embarrassment. “Shut up about him,” I muttered, keeping my eyes firmly on my desk. Dean’s voice cut cleanly through the quiet room, loud and utterly commanding. “Everyone, please sit down properly,” he said. “Get your required books out now. Let’s start.”

] [If your teachers did not tell her, how else would she know to grab two forks and pretend they were Bamboo-copters? Miss Zinn replied: [Mrs. Lane, this must be a misunderstanding. You have seen the footage too. Every child uses a spoon at lunch. We do not provide forks at all.] Mrs. Lane added: [No forks for the kids, fine. But what about your teachers? Do they eat with spoons too? My daughter is screaming about jumping off the balcony right now, saying Miss Never is waving at her from the moon! My husband and I are barely holding her back. What do you expect us to do?!]

Maximus’s POV I’m in the teacher’s lounge sitting through a boring meeting for the staff. I see a few of the different women give me what they thought was seductive eyes but none of them came close to my mate. I’m feeling grateful that she survived the events of this weekend. “Meeting dismissed.” The principal finally uttered out.

Several voices filled the air and without wasting much time, I bowed my head in shame and Sat on the Floor with tears that tried streaming down my face but I had to fight them off, crying would only give them more reasons to torment my soul After quite some time, The door slowly opened and The History Teacher walked out and was quite surprised to see me sitting on the floor with blood stained lips and big sour eyes "And Anyone Care Explaining to me what Reed is doing sitting on the Floor?" She asked and the room quitened, all having certain smirks on their faces as they watched