Teacher Seduction Novels & Stories

I should feel so disgusted, so fucking disgusted. But Mr. Avery had been my favorite teacher for the past four years. A handsome man in his early forties with streaks of gray in his dark black hair, the smartest damn teacher here at Redwood, and ... a man who wanted me to suck him off on my birthday in front of other students. "Do you know what to do? Or do you want help, Sakura?" I wrapped my shaky hand around his waistband, never having been this close to him and knowing that this was forbidden territory, and pulled his zipper down with my other hand, my heart pounding hard against my rib cage.

he moaned, with my fingers still in his mouth. "If you make any noise, it's all over." I paused. He nodded again. "Then Matt, after your cock is hard and I've sucked on your balls, I'm going to get up and go right over there and lean over that lunch table. You're going to pull your pants up to your knees, walk over to me, flip my skirt up over my back, and fuck me. You're going to shove your cock into my pussy and fuck me hard. You're going to fuck me hard until I come, then you're going to dump your load in my cunt. Would you like to fuck a teacher, Matt? Have you thought about fucking a teacher? Would you like to fuck me?"

His cock was rock hard in his pants, the thick outline impossible to miss. I stood up, blouse wide open, tits out, skirt hiked up around my waist. My shaved, dripping pink pussy was completely exposed. I walked right up to him until my hard nipples brushed his chest. “I’m seducing you, Professor Hayes,” I whispered, reaching down to boldly stroke the massive bulge in his trousers. “I’ve wanted your cock since the first day. I know you want this tight student cunt too. I saw how hard you got yesterday.” He grabbed my wrist, but he didn’t pull my hand away. His breathing was ragged. “This is insane. I could lose my job. You’re my student.”

Not because I actually love the subject, but because our Prof is so hot I want to bed him even for a night. His name is Marcus, 38 years old. He is teaching a physical education related subject so almost everyday, he wears jogging pants and fitted sando wrapping around his massive body. Drooling over Marcus is not actually foreign in this university. Almost every woman, especially the slutty ones, are vulgar about their fantasies of him. Some even tried to offer him a one night stand, tried to seduce him, and some even did what they read in stories—a student failed in his subject, he would call her in his office and she would try to seduce him by exposing her body and body figure.

Now, I need to create a trigger that allows me to temporarily change all that. "When I place my hand on your arm and say 'Miss Edwards I need your help', you will become immediately aroused, shed all inhibitions and become my private sexual tutor. You will teach me exactly what to do to satisfy your unique sexual passions. When I say, 'Miss Edwards, thanks for your help.' You will forget everything that happened and believe that you spent the time helping with my writing assignments. Each time you become my sexual tutor, you will remember what we've done before and what you've taught me. Do you understand?" "Yes." She answers, flatly.

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.

“Ugh, uhm. Shit! faster, baby. ” I muttered softly because of the sensual sensation I was feeling. “Fuck! you're so fucking tight, baby. Ugh! ” he said softly while looking up. I bit my lip as I watched him continue to rock my femininity. “Uhm, ugh. You're so hot. Shit, faster! ” I plead and spread my legs even more. He fuck me even more. So, I bite my lips at the deliciousness.

“Yes, really,” Lucas confronted him. “Everything must be a conquest with you, Xavier. Otherwise, you just grow bored. But you fail to see a simple truth.” “What’s that?” Xavier asked, a bit taken aback by his friend’s determination. “That force does not equal seduction. That you can approach one slowly, with kind words and soft touches, and get more than what you would by simply demanding submission.” “Submission...” Xavier echoed Lucas’s last word. “Funny you say that. Because this is the only thing I care for.”

Dante has turned into the bad guy, in a way that reminds me of Spencer. "If you don't want the university to know you're the teacher's pet, then listen carefully. I want you to sleep with me. I want you to fuck me senseless. If you do that I will delete the photo. Don't do it, and Professor Oakley will get fired and you'll get kicked out." I try channeling my inner actress but she won't come. Instead she hides in the background and is too timid to surface. "Alright, I'll do it. Get a hotel room for this weekend, and I will do whatever you want."

With Jean or any man it was always much easier to deal with, because it's just satisfying the simple human being: attraction, hard-on, and most importantly an instant need for pleasure. Adam Arnault doesn't. It is not just attraction or horniness that he desires. It is a race, where the way is much more important than the finish. He is in no hurry, though he doesn't fail to show his intense interest. He puts me on hold, with my expectations always left unfulfilled, as well as his requests that have not been met by me so far. It is literally me having to drag a rock for him to do so as well. So I need to give the CEO a response to match his expectations, and to do this, it is no longer enough