Novel & Cerita Teacher Student Smut

But swallowing hard and withholding the little dignity left of me, I returned my gaze to his face. "Excuse you?!" I ask angrily. I'm too caught up in the situation of my student calling me a whore and indirectly lusting over him to notice that I'm still undressed and part of my breast is spilling out of my blouse. Scoffing at me, i watch him bring out a cigarette. He lit it and leaned against the wall. “Are you that lonely to have result to fucking your self in a school toilet?” He puffed out from his cigarette but I was hurt by his words to care about the smoke rather I yelled at him to leave.

"Spread those legs wider, Miss Henderson. Let all your fellow students see how your naughty cunt drips for your professor's fingers while I teach Calculus," Professor Lee said with a bored tone, the bastard wanting to make an example of Lucy, hoping to shame her cunt into cuming. Professor Lee’s thick fingers plunged knuckle deep into Lucy’s soaked pussy as she sat perched on the edge of his desk, skirt bunched around her waist. "Dick," she muttered low, closing her eyes to her mundane, routine humiliation.

I squinted my eyes as I read what's written on it, and sighed. “Thanks, I just hope the teacher is good” “Girl, I heard he's great” she said. “A he?” “Yeah, the teacher's a man” she replied. A mischievous smile crept up my face, as I bitten my lower lip sexily. “Nah, I know that look” she gave me a warning glare. “You're anticipating his dîck, right?” “Fûck yeah!” I exclaimed. “Let's just hope he's cute too, then I'll fuçk him until he's p*ssed out every drop of sperm in him” I said, then dashed towards my room before Megan would scold me.

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. I think she is in serious trouble with Helmut.

I cut her off coldly, my irritation rising. Her eyes widened. “You don't like me?” a small gasp left her lips as she narrowed her eyes at me. “Are you married? Or do you have a woman in your life? Your profile says “single.” "I don’t have anyone, but I’d rather stay that way than have that person be you," I snapped, standing up. "I don’t believe you," she said, shaking her head.. “I don't believe you. Listen, I know you may be scared of us being caught, but I want you to know we can do whatever we want because it is allowed between teachers outside school. But we can secretly meet anytime in your office or mine and…”

Every shift in his chair reminded him how close he had come to losing everything on the surface of his desk just moments earlier. She listened intently. Too intently. Her knees pressed together. Her chest rising and falling a little too deeply. Her lips parted. She was reliving it too. He knew she was. He could feel it radiating off her like heat. The desk became both shield and torment. His erection pressed painfully against the inside of his slacks—aching, insistent, pulsing with every shallow breath he took. The wood edge grazed the top of his thigh, sending a sharp reminder through his entire body that he’d been seconds—seconds—from sinking into her heat on his desk. He shifted subtly, t

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.

"This pussy is starving for cock." I sucked harder, saliva dripping down my chin as I worked Marcus's shaft with my hand. Damien presented his heavy balls, and I licked them eagerly, sucking one into my mouth while stroking him. The sounds were obscene—wet slurping, my muffled moans, their filthy praise. "Look at this cumslut teacher," Lucas said, his voice thick. "Hiding behind that desk like she wasn't made for this."

I smiled, feeling a rush of excitement. Mr. Thompson looked up, his face turning red with embarrassment. But I just laughed. "Don't stop on our account," one of the students said, a sly smile on his face. Mr. Thompson looked at me, unsure of what to do. But I just winked at him. "They won't tell," I said. "Will you, boys?" The students shook their heads, their eyes still glued to my naked body. Mr. Thompson hesitated for a moment before a smirk spread across his face. He turned back to me, his hands gripping my hips once again.

"I could send this authority and have your baby girl expelled in her final year. I'd like to see how that looks on college applications." "You bastard," She hissed. "Don't you dare," "Really?" He chuckled, feeling a bit bolder. He pushed against her ass, hissing when his boner pressed against that soft nice rack. Sloane's eyes widened, and her lips curled in disgust. "You're a pig, Mr Rodney," "Am I?" He grinned. "I'm not the one in the pictures, slurping over a dick—” "What the hell do you want?" She hissed, gasping when the slimy teacher held her waist and began slowly grinding his boner on her ass.