Teacher Smut Novels & Stories

There were small hidden cameras on the shelf behind his desk pointing toward the students' chairs. He groaned my name on the video. "Sophia... fuck yes." He stroked himself faster. I felt my face burn hot and my pussy grew wet against my will. This was wrong. He was my teacher. He was married. But seeing him jerk off to me made my nipples hard under my shirt. I must have made a small noise because he looked up suddenly and our eyes met through the door. For a second he looked surprised. Then a dark smile spread across his face. He did not cover himself. He just stood up with his hard cock still out and walked to the door.

the teacher smiled at Lucas who was just entered while he was looking at him. “Ahh, don’t think about her because I scolded her. I caught her smoking on the stairs. She knew the rules here in campus were forbidden and she still continued anyway. She’s brave enough to think she won’t be caught,” the elderly teacher explained to Lucas. “Oh, what do you want to me Lucas?” “Ma’m Gem is reaching out. You said you need this copy,” he heard the man say. She remained standing in front of the teacher and bowed. Even though she apologized, he was still not listened to.

As much as Lily loved to concentrate in class, she couldn't this time. Nathan sent another picture. “What are you doing?” The teacher grabbed the phone from Lily’s hand and viewed the message before Lily could stop her. She was so engrossed with the phone that she didn't know when the teacher sighted her. Everyone was looking at her now. “You are watching porn!” The female teacher yelled. The students burst out laughing mocking her again. “No wonder her smell is pungent in the air.” One of the students remarked covering her nose. “She probably wants a man’s dick in her pussy right now.” Another comment flew in the air.

Someone had recently fucked her before class or more accurately, someone had fucked her thighs. Ms Haywood raised her leg, revealing her cunt along with the sticky residue of still warm cum on her inner thigh. Before Sara could get any further, the leg wrapped back around her neck and pulled her in, the sticky feeling of semen mushed along her cheeks as her mouth was yanked towards her teacher's cunt.

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."

Miss Matthews for Social Sciences, Mr Smith for AP Mathematics, Miss Carlson for Physical Education, Mrs Miller for AP Greek, Mr Porter for Science and Biology and Mr Peterson for AP English. With a smile I scribbled on the back of her note 'me too!' before handing it back to her. Miss Matthews, my home room teacher as well as my teacher for Social Sciences, rambled on about how this year would be the year we would "blossom into butterflies in order for us to spread our wings and go far in life". I'm almost certain that you must have failed your psych exam to become a teacher... at least at my school. She had pushed back her grey hair into the severe bun which perched on top of her head, und

"How come Miss Tomoya is so close to the president of the school?" I had to wait behind the cubicle door when I heard two girls having a conversation while retouching their make-up in the sink. "Don't you know? She's a slut! A man-hungry woman who can't live without boys, I heard she already has a son but still dares to snake our president." From the little creek of the cubicle, I squinted my eyes and saw two teachers in their tight-fitting uniforms applying lipstick and mascara while looking in the mirror.

“Since you seem to be daydreaming, you can answer.” I groaned internally but leaned back lazily. “Well, it’s simple really,” I began, letting the smirk stretch wider. “All you need is a dick and a woman.” The entire class exploded into laughter—except the teacher, who looked like she was about to combust. “This is inappropriate!” she barked. “Is it?” I tilted my head at her. “I’m just stating facts.” “Still inappropriate,” she hissed through clenched teeth. Before she could continue her rant, the bell rang.

“I’m the new math teacher.” I ignored that strange feeling once again. Maybe Liam was right. I, at least, needed to get laid. It had been a long time, and the need for a release was growing increasingly overwhelming. Especially when every time this woman smiled, I felt like kissing that mouth. I shook my head. She was a teacher at Hazel’s school. What on earth was I thinking?