Teacher-student Role Play Novels & Stories

I kept watching his lips move, remembering how his hand felt, thinking about how much better his mouth would be. Halfway through the problem his voice got quieter. “I can’t believe I’m doing this. I feel so stupid. This is messed up.” “Yep,” I said proudly. Aiden rubbed his eyes. “We are student and teacher. That is all we will ever be. Nothing more. Get that through your head.” “That’s okay,” I told him. “Hate me while you stroke me next time. Makes it hotter. You can say we’re nothing all you want, but your hand says different.”

"You're beautiful, you know that?" "I don't know any man who likes being called beautiful, Miss Calla. It's not very masculine" "Please call me Olivia. My students call me that and unless you want to roleplay, it's uncomfortable" "Roleplay?" "Yes. You're not into that? Some guy I met a while back introduced me to it. Say, for example, a naughty student getting punished by his teacher but make it R-rated. I can also be a bad girl and let you punish me"

Her gasps soon turned to moans, her body rocking slightly with each strike, a sign she was fully immersed in the moment. “You’ve been a naughty student, haven’t you?” he teased, pausing to caress her warmed skin, his fingers tracing the edges of her panties. “Disrupting my office hours, distracting your peers.” Laura’s voice was thick with desire as she murmured, “Yes, Professor Hartley.” The roleplay was working—her usual self-consciousness had melted away, replaced by the eager submission of Miss Ellison. James felt a rush of pride and arousal, knowing he’d

I saw sir Chachi’s reaction and his face turned mixed emotions. “Jessa! You ruined my acting again!” the teacher said and they laughed. After a while, the presentation starts. They are picking a name inside of a jar randomly. At first, I can feel the tension. Since the students here came from the HUMSS strand, I can feel what I have experienced when I qualify as an SSC officer. Same feelings, same thoughts, and same place. ~*~

he grimly replied as he stared at the castrated genitals of a man inside the box. ∞≠∞ It’s unnerving that a high school teacher took his grade 11 student on a date," Steffy remarked as she played with her juice straw. "And to think that he brought her to a small bar in his boring town. Jeez! What delicious news for the authorities in the Department of Education,” she teased. The teacher rolled his eyes and chuckled as he took a sip from his beer. "You always amuse me, Steffy."

The classroom buzzed with excitement and nervous energy as students prepared to present their projects. Mr. Robert, their literature teacher, stood at the front, clipboard in hand. His sharp gaze scanned the room. “Alright, class,” he announced. “Today, you’ll be presenting your projects. Each pair has ten minutes to present and defend their work. Impress me.” The students exchanged anxious glances. Elie’s tapped her pen nervously while Damien, seated beside her, appeared perfectly relaxed, twirling a pencil between his fingers.

" I say in a stern voice that I want to catch her attention to listen properly to me. "When the other students are around you call me professor or sir, bit Mike or any other sexy name you got for me! Second, we behave accordingly in public like a teacher-student relationship, nothing more, that's only for private occasions, okay so have it in mind! These two rules are important!If we continue this and we make it to the end of the year then we can make it public that we are a couple but for now till the end we are just a student and her teacher for the outside world, understood Jessica!?" "Yes sir!"

Me: Wow- subject change! TeacherPet: yep TeacherPet: so tell me Me: Nothing special Me: just shorts and a t-shirt TeacherPet: oh TeacherPet: im wearing a towel Me: That's it? TeacherPet: yup TeacherPet: like that? Me: Don't be coy TeacherPet: wanna see? Me: Sure TeacherPet: okay TeacherPet: oops wait… TeacherPet: I don't have my camera anymore Me: doh TeacherPet: guess you'll have to come over to see

I whispered, joining Caleb as her breathing labored, her perfect breasts heaving underneath the flirty summer dress. Anna looked at us both before pushing Caleb away. “Your roleplay should have a hint of reality. You both can afford the classes—heck, I’m sure you can buy my studio and yet—” “And yet, we want to worship you, dirty angel,” I said, caging her back to the island, pinning my arm on one side as Caleb planted his arm on the other side. “What else do you want to role-play as mama? We can be your naughty students making out in the empty classroom and you can be our hot teacher, instructing us how to touch a woman.”

Someone called him. “Stay there for me,” Ivor ordered as usual and immediately picked up the phone. I changed my standing position to avoid numbness in my legs, looking down at the floor indifferently. I had to have looked like a student who was cowering over a foul. So Ivor would be the teacher? Teacher and student roleplay? Shit, what I was thinking about? I wanted to slap myself. After that memorable night, except for the feeling of fear, I looked at Ivor with a more lewd look.