Teacher Student 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.

“I hear that your stomach is hurting. Let me just prepare something for you. Maybe—” I push at him, but he bars my path. “Do you like me, Teacher? You are still young. I am not averse to having a student-teacher romantic relationship.” I almost gag in disgust. “Are you serious? Stop being a disgusting little shit.” “You are not allowed to insult your student!” “We are not in school and besides, you are also not allowed to make that revolting, vile, sickening—” “Stop! I get it already!” “So? Is your stomach really hurting or not?”

I put everything back in place, closed the drawer, and added in a playful tone, "A very special kind of teacher…" He straightened up and asked with concern, "My little one?" I crossed my arms and smiled slyly, "A naughty teacher, tempting his student to do forbidden things… a dangerous teacher." He stepped toward me with steady steps, his commanding presence undeniable, stopping in front of me. He said with a tone mixing teasing and authority, "Wasn’t it the student who sent that cute video… in cat panties?" My smile widened mischievously. I turned slowly toward him, lifting my head with an innocent, fake expression, pretending I was unaware.

she smiled. “Well, I’ll leave the bottle with you,” I said and then quickly walked away. There was nobody at the tuck shop. Tommy pointed at me, and he was shaking with laughter. “Edward!” Mia called, looking at me and beckoning with her hand. “Come here!” “What?” I said abruptly when standing in front of her. “You’re fucking disgusting. You touched the teacher’s ass.” “I’m no longer in school,” I protested. “She is still a teacher, isn’t she? So then you touched a teacher’s ass. Now fuck off here, before I fire you!” and she shook her head and clicked her tongue.

“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.

There is a dead mouse stuck in the air conditioning unit during summer, filling the classroom with a foul odor. Henry Hudson, my homeroom teacher, instantly blames it on me, saying I don't shower. He mocks me for reeking of pigs and polluting the air in the classroom since Mom and Dad raise pigs for a living. He even insists that Mom and Dad sell our pigs to buy new air conditioners for the classroom. I flush with shame as I repeatedly insist that I shower every single day, but my classmates still mock me and call me "Stinker Tucker". I am forced to transfer to another school after enduring the endless insults and hostile glares from countless people. Years later, I head a major biophar

says Helmut surprising the teacher. "S-sir." "And as far as what I do for my children, that's my business. I may not be the perfect parent that Aitana has achieved, but, I assure you, I'm better than you are as a teacher, after all >> Who ignores the needs of their students just to flirt with the father of one of the children?" asks Helmut in a cold voice and the teacher disappears. "I think I peed myself, teacher" says one of the girls. "Me too" whispers the teacher in horror.

She shouted and focused on her laptop again. A smile lit up her face. “It's teachers' assess day today, Mr. Hayes will be joining us today.” Ms. Melissa said with a big smile. My face drained. For fuck's sake. The teacher in question that I was in bed with this morning knocked on the door and entered the classroom. He was wearing a blouse that he bunched over his elbows, showing off skin. His beard was perfectly trimmed and he was wearing casual trousers. He looked perfect.

He was now changed into a plane white tee and faded blue jeans, while I wore a plus size pink t-shirt and sky blue shorts. “Oh, you think you’re funny? I’m pretty sure the police would find it fucking hilarious that a teacher just sneaked into his student’s house, through the window at fucking 2 a.m.!” I snapped at him. “Oh, I’ve been here a while and trust me, you won’t be complaining when they arrive.” If possible, his smirk widened. “And why’s that?” I raised an eyebrow. “Who knows,” he sat up from his sleeping position. “I might be tempted to demonstrate a scene from one of your erotica stories.”

she said. “I.. I thought you were just being nice. How am I to know you have feelings for me because you drove me to the hospital or called me in class? You are my class teacher for Christ sake.* I said and my head was kinda spinning. “Yes I am your class teacher, but firstly I am a girl and I have feelings, you know? One can't control who one falls in love with." “M..Ma but this is not right." “No it's right, don't look at me as your teacher I am not that old I am only 20 years. My education was really fast."