Teacher Sex Novels & Stories

she said. “I.. I thought you were just being nice. How am I to know you have feelings for me because you drove me to the hospital or called me in class? You are my class teacher for Christ sake.* I said and my head was kinda spinning. “Yes I am your class teacher, but firstly I am a girl and I have feelings, you know? One can't control who one falls in love with." “M..Ma but this is not right." “No it's right, don't look at me as your teacher I am not that old I am only 20 years. My education was really fast."

There is a glass shelf near his desk, with different patterns of whips, gag belts, vibrators, dildos, and all kinds of sèx toys anyone can think of -even his desk is wide enough to lay on for rough and hot banging. Enlarged nude pictures were hanged on the walls, even pictures of some famous porn stars banging were also on display on the walls. There was also a door leading to a bedroom, or maybe a bathroom. This is just the typical office of a sèx teacher! “What do you think of my office?” he suddenly asked. I nodded slowly as I slumped on the chair in front of his desk. “Impressive, let's just hope you're as good as Jonny Sins” I replied.

The possibility of doing her in the middle of class excited me to no end. I wondered if I would've even been able to manage to seduce her and if she would even go for it. She was an older, more mature woman and I was just one of her many students. Of course... there was only one way to find out. The very real possibility of striking out stuck in my head, however. I'd only had sex an entire time and I thought it was a true miracle that didn't fall apart at the seams during it. Did I have the confidence to tackle such a huge fantasy as going all the way with my teacher? Could I ever? Maybe I should've been more content to build up to said confidence in the meantime.

As if there was something else that he wasn't saying to us. Maybe it was that he would pause sometimes, looking out the window like he wasn't just thinking about the class but something altogether darker. Theresa leaned towards me again. "Okay, that was sexy." I rolled my eyes. "Don't even try to play it down," she stage-whispered. "You just made contact with the sexiest teacher this school has ever had." "I answered a question. It's not that deep." She snorted. "Maybe not. But he'll remember your name for sure."

Naya sat herself in front of her crazy teacher, while her teacher was still busy signing books for who knows what. "You've...," Mr. Arka's words just stopped when he saw Naya's current appearance, the sweat dripping from her temples to the girl's neck was able to make the man shut up for an instant. "Damn why is she so sexy in her sweat." "Oh my God, Arka is aware. You can't pounce on her here." thought the man. "Sir, what's wrong?" Naya asked, managing to make her teacher wake up from his dirty thoughts.

A gossip blog picked it up first NaijaGist247 with the headline: “Exclusive: Prominent Lagos Teacher in Alleged Gang Sex Scandal with SS3 Students Parents Demand Arrest” They used stock classroom photos and blurred yearbook style shots of boys in uniforms. No real names, but enough details that anyone at the school could connect the dots. The article quoted “anonymous sources close to the families” talking about “inappropriate physical contact,” “coercion through grades,” and “one student spending nights at the teacher’s flat.” By Sunday evening Channels TV ran a teaser:

Simon should have consulted her before spending money on her. "How much does your Saturday cost?" she asked, wanting to know how much she owed Salvatore, but Thiago misinterpreted the question. "Do you want classes on those days?" he asked, crossing his arms and looking at her affectionately. "Simon warned us that you're shy, but I recommend the group classes. On Wednesdays, I teach only women if you feel more comfortable." And he added, with another of his contagious smiles: "The group dynamic is one of collaboration, respect, and develops the guard."

Shit, who would think that my English teacher would have kinky sex? "So you like being tied up and spanked?" I ask, hardly believing what I'm hearing. "Oh yeah! I think it's because I have to be in charge all day long in the classroom, that when I want to relax, I just love being dominated. We role-play a lot." She says as I'm licking her thick nipples. I'm getting nervous that we've been locked in the classroom this long, but I've got to ask a couple more questions. "What's your favorite role-play, Miss Edwards?" I'm cupping her tits now, lifting and massaging them.

"She's a bad influence on you." She giggled. "She's a badass teacher with lots of sexual experiences. I can't keep up with her energy." I reached for her full breasts and gave them a good squeeze, making her arch her back, as she went up and down, her sleek slit swallowing my full length. Thick cream trickled down my dick, as her walls tightened around me. "Keep bouncing you ass on that dick," I said, swatting her ass. "C'mon, show me what you've got."

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