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“Haaahhhh… no… stop it… this isn’t what… aaahhh… I asked you… to do…” ”You made me wait for that long for your yummy ass, Auditioner. You need to be punished!” squealed someone in a high-pitched tone. ”So get with the program and act like the helpless student that gets it real good with his classmate and kinky teacher!” squeaked another girly voice. ”She’s not just a teacher… she’s my professor… from my college…” ”What did you say, my poor failing student? You need me to raise your grades? No problem, fill me up inside with your cum!”

'' She bites her lip again and my member pulses, eager to enter her hot and wet canal. '' Yes, I think teacher is a perfect word. The corner of my mouth tugs into a satisfying smile. She's teasing me, the little devil. I shrug and take off my underwear. I'm so hard it hurts. '' You like a kinky game, don't you, darling? Love the idea of ​​having your teacher eat your forbidden fruitIt istight. That's fine by me, but I'm going to punish you for being such a bad girl. '' Go?''

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

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.”