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As she walked out of the shot, headed to put her computer away, I wheeled my chair over to where I could pull some tissues from the box, and clean up the jism that was about to run down my sides. As I mopped up the thick goo, I fast-reversed the video to the shot of the laptop screen. After a couple of attempts, I got it frozen on the right frame, and then I zoomed the screen to blow up the image. I recognized the shot as being near the end of a hot girl-girl scene from a p**n video called Extreme Sex, Part-2. It featured a sexy female teacher coercing a young-looking innocent-acting female college student to have sex with her in order to keep from being expelled.

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.

“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

"The gossip is about our sex education teacher, Mr. Davis. They say he transferred from his old university because he slept with one of his students." "What? Seriously?" Eveline stared at the screen, shocked. Who the hell is Mr. Davis? Wait, is this the same teacher Diego mentioned? "I don't know if it's true, but that's what I heard." "I don't think it's true. He doesn't seem like that kind of person." "I think it is. He's young and attractive, maybe he couldn't resist and made a mistake." "Just because he's young and attractive doesn't mean he slept with a student."

Ronan sucked my boobs and his fingers teasing my clitoris. Just as he was about to slide in, I woke up breathing heavily. My body was folded and my hands were on my boobs. I touched my panties and it was wet. "Fuck!" I cussed as I sat up on the bed. Did I just dream about me and teacher having sex? I looked beside my bed and his jacket was laying there. I checked the time and it was a few minutes past 6 in the morning. It was Saturday and I was glad. I took in a deep breath and got up from the bed.

I just shook my head with tears that kept melting. Unfair! So unfair! "What's on your mind Rara?" Asked Mrs Nunung. I just shook my head. Even though everything was stuck in my throat, how could I reveal all this? "I don't know what to say anymore, even though I have already warned you. But it has gone that far. What if it spread to the internet." I wanted to scream in front of Mrs Nunung, but I couldn't. I hold the tightness in my chest. "In my whole life teaching for decades, this is the first time that I have met and seen the case of a teacher sleeping with her students, and proudly showing off this taboo!"

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

Certainly not by a student. But Eden wasn’t just a student. Not in the ways that mattered. She was twenty-two. Grounded. Intelligent. Fearlessly perceptive. And the one person who made him forget the lines he’d spent half his career enforcing. He dragged in a slow breath, then another, but the ache in his body didn’t ease. His arousal throbbed beneath the desk—persistent, humiliating, and unmistakably fierce. He had never reacted this strongly to anyone. Not even in his twenties, when desire felt like an untamed, stupid thing.

Every time he glanced my way — which happened far more often than usual — I shifted just enough to let him catch a glimpse of my smooth, glistening folds. My nipples hardened against the thin fabric of my top, clearly visible. I bit my lip and pretended to take notes, but my free hand had slipped under the desk. My fingers brushed my inner thigh, then higher, tracing my slick entrance. I was soaked. The thrill of doing this in a room full of nearly two hundred students sent fresh arousal dripping onto the seat. Professor Kelvin paused mid-sentence, his eyes locking onto mine for a heartbeat longer than appropriate. I smiled innocently and slid one finger between my folds, circling my swollen