Teacher Sex Stories นิยาย & เรื่องราว

“I haven’t done anything to lead these boys on, I assure you. I would never have sex with a student.” Keith waved her denial off. “No one said you would,” he told her. “It’s just hormone-driven boys shooting off at the mouth, trying to look big in front of their buddies. I wouldn’t let it bother you. I’m sure it’ll pass.” But it did bother her. Too many stories abounded of teachers getting caught with their pants down around their students. Reputations were ruined that way, and she hated the thought that the boys whispered about her behind her back, imagining themselves doing naughty, vile things to her. Of course, it also made her wet just thinking about some of the college students she had

Lacey shouts and pulls on my arm to take me to the next lesson of the day. The next lesson is maths with Miss Willow. She is very hot and it's not really a secret that's she's had sex with a few students. Me being one of them. Yes I had sex with the teacher, but she came onto me during an after school detention and offered a night of sex at her place. What kind of mad man would say no to that? "Hi Miss," I greet as me and Lacey arrive at the class. "Good morning Cole," she says and winks at me as I sit at my seat. I smile back and turn to face Lacey when she taps my arm.

She tried to put it out of her mind, concentrating on the work in front of her until the classroom conversation turned to Dailey. "I'm sorry to ask this, but how in the heck did you get a girl like Dailey to be your sex slave? She's like... super-hot." of the guys asked Drake. The teacher did a double take, her eyes almost popping out of her head at this question. Surprisingly, she didn't tell them the talk was inappropriate, just lowkey listened in with an interested-looking frown. "It just sort of happened. She offered," he said, shrugging it off as if it was nothing.

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.

I scream, not minding if I would draw attention. “Ahhh,” he groans and rams into me. Deeper. Fucking hard! I feel my cunt swell with his seeds, ones I wish would germinate inside of me. Lust in love, I come. Hard. Squirting and moaning like a bitch. New story alert: You’re locked in a room with your father's best friend. A freak, perverted sadist. You crossed the line by inviting your boyfriend over. To punish you, he straps you in a collar and drags you to his dark, kinky room, and teaches you how bad girls are handled.

I started to rinse it off and then I suddenly remembered that my roommate Lily Bass still had one more night of sucking to do. I returned the toilet paper untouched to its position on the shelf. Lily needed to be taught a lesson. She had made me go masturbate on a lecturer’s desk and had set the Dean on me to get me in trouble. I had no doubt she was the ‘anonymous student’ who had ratted me out to the Dean. I was going to make her pay; oh would she pay! I was going to teach her that no one tangled with Diane Macpherson and came out on top. Lily Bass didn’t know it yet but tonight, she was going to suck my pussy until she fainted and I wasn’t even going to wash off first.

Then the teacher bent the student over, removed his tie and tied it around the guy's neck, pulling his trousers down and slamming is unusual huge cock into his ass, while pulling at the tie. I was already palming myself through my sweatpants, breathing hard. My mind kept flickering to Mateo—his lips, his voice, that blush. When it got to the part of the student sucking off the teacher while stroking his own cock, I couldn't take it anymore and brought out and cock, spat on it and began to stroke. The student was gagging but taking the cock deep in his throat. The teacher was groaning and saying dirty words. I groaned and came alongside the student, and I slammed my laptop shut and stared at

I am ovulating and my body is needing something else, creampie and cock instead of ice cream and cookies. Even if I want to be upset, there is no time to mope, I have to go back to work and teach my least favorite subject in the world. Teaching reproduction to a bunch of horny high schoolers is extra hard. I have to explain many time how the penis works and how the vagina works despite the way the students keeps teasing me. Their teasings are so graphic, dirty and hot with all the filthy details that my poor panties are soaked through with my pussy juice. If I don't take care of it right now, I know the leak would be visible through my mini skirt.

"She was sucking him off right there in the cafeteria and you walked in on them?" I had gotten home before my husband who had just arrived. He had me leaning over facing the kitchen wall with my skirt bunched around my waist and his hand was rubbing my pussy through my panties. We both recognize my ravenous need for sex. As a teacher in a school with eighteen year olds, I took advantage of every opportunity that presented itself. That's how I got my reputation as the fucking teacher. This is part of our sex play. I tell my husband what happened during my day and then we have passionate, fiery sex. We both get off on my exploits at school.

I mean, I had numerous sexual encounters with beautiful women, had plenty of good sex, but nailing the teacher of my early sexual desires was in a league of its own. I drifted off thinking about all the nasty things I was going to do to Mrs. Maxwell.