Teacher Smut Novels & Stories

The classroom smells like sex. I slide off the desk onto shaking legs. My skirt is somewhere on the floor, and my underwear is nowhere to be found. Cum is running down both my thighs, and Ellis hands me a tissue. It’s pointless because a tissue is not going to fix what just happened to me. Wren buttons his shirt, straightens his collar. Kade buckles his belt and sits back in the teacher's chair like he didn't just fuck his student in it. Ellis pushes his glasses up and opens his laptop like he's about to check emails.

“How about after practice you meet me outside the locker room and you can bounce on my dick? I mean, that’s what sluts do, right? So maybe you could fit me in your schedule?” Oh God, I’m taking the bait. I turn around and don’t bother lowering my voice when I say, “You’re disgusting! Why the hell would I want to bounce on your dick and get chlamydia? Fuck off!” Laughter erupts in the classroom and his face turns red from anger as he shoots daggers at me. “Miss Manning, get your stuff and get to the principles office, now! I will not have you disrupting my class and using profanity!” the teacher exclaims.

The students fed off her humiliation, their lust amplified by the knowledge that they could have her anytime, anywhere. A teacher, a middle-aged woman with a cruel smile, stepped onto the stage. She unbuttoned her blouse, revealing her naked breasts. "I want a turn," she purred, her eyes locked onto Barbara. The crowd cheered as she approached, her heels clicking on the stage floor. She grabbed Barbara's hair, pulling her head back roughly. "This is a lesson you'll never forget, slut," the teacher sneered, before pushing Barbara's head down onto her waiting cock, still standing and raw from the last student's penetration, making her gag as the head slipped down her throat.

"Mr. Keyes, if you can't tell the difference between sex and a tuna salad sandwich, I truly pity whatever poor woman settles for you." A teacher making a combination sex joke and sick burn was always cause for an uproar. Thank fully it caused more than sufficient commotion that before anybody could see I was sweating like a pig with nervousness (and from having finished fucking one of their classmates a few minutes earlier), I was grouching at them to pipe down and get back to work on the test. It was the last anyone brought it up. It most definitely did not smell like tuna salad. It smelled like cum, because it was cum. It took another twenty minutes before I realized there was a little spa

Arka deliberately turned his head suddenly, causing the corner of his lips to be hit by the dumpling sauce that Naya was feeding him. "Clean up." "What?" "Are you deaf? Clean this," he continued, leaning his face a little closer to Naya. "But sir, there are no tissues here." "Use your fingers." Again, again and again Naya stared in surprise. That teacher is really crazy. Isn't this already in the perverted category? Look, the teacher casually asked Naya to wipe the corners of his lips that were stained with sauce with her finger. It was really crazy, plus the teacher's gaze looked like he was ready to eat him.

"Keep going. Describe what will happen next." I kept on reading, my voice so soft and trembling with every line. "I want to watch her pussy stretch against me while she cries and calls me daddy, begging me to cum so her belly swells with my baby and everyone knows who owns her cunt." The word cunt felt so dirty coming from my mouth that my pussy clenched so hard, sending another rush of wetness between my legs. I shifted my chair, trying to hide how turned on I was getting, but Professor James noticed everything. He didn't look annoyed, though; he looked pleased, like a predator that had finally cornered its....

“Perfect. Looking at your body makes my pu**y sopping wet, Mr. Sticks. How naughty of you. You should try to be less sexy. It’s not proper to make your teacher want to f**k you.” She’d probably read about how much he liked her to talk dirty. She leaned over, her face inches from his straining cock. “Is this for me?” Her tongue slid out between her soft pink lips and collected the bead of pr**cum glistening at the tip of his cock. His abs contracted involuntarily. “Yes,” he gasped. “For you. It’s hard for you.”

Her back was to me and I could clearly see her sexy butt, her glistening pussy, and even the plump little ring of her asshole when she bent over like that. She dropped that tiny thong into my hamper and turned to fix me with a sexy smile. Then she was sliding into my bed, between my legs, and her hand once again wrapped around the base of my pulsing shaft. She feasted her eyes on my hard-on for a few seconds before her eyes locked with mine. "You know you're not supposed to have sex with any of your teachers, right?" I nodded and she nodded in response. Then her fist slowly slid up the length of my shaft and back down.

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."

If someone didn’t know better, they would think she couldn’t hurt a fly. But looks were deceiving. She had been found guilty of injuring a teacher—Mr. Smort. And technically… she had. But no one knew why. Except her. Mr. Smort had crossed a line, One he should have never even approached. He had taken an interest in her—not as a student, but as something else entirely. His behavior became uncomfortable, inappropriate… disgusting. When she ignored him, he failed her on a test she knew she had written correctly. That was his mistake.