Teacher Student Smut Novels & Stories

"T-this is, oh, wrong...wrong...Oh, oh..." "Teacher, I'm sorry. I just can't stop. It's because it's immoral that it's very pleasurable. But don't worry, you're not the only teacher I've f*cked. You know Miss Wayne, and Mrs. Santiago, and even Head Teacher Valdemora? They are my sexmates, and oh Mrs. Vice Principal too, and they loved doing sex with me because I'm good at it..." "Ah! Ah! Y-you're speaking nonsense. Miss Wayne aside, all others are married!"

She was now secretly admiring Arnold and subtly peeking at his side profile. " Are you listening to me or admiring my perfect face?" Arnold stopped his teachings and faced Lexa while smirking in a teasing manner. Lexa "....." Can he be more shameless?! The young girl rolled her eyes and scoffed. Though it was the truth, but she will never admit to it. " Perfect? I think you should get an eyedrop." Arnold didn't see that coming, and he squeezed his face. Rendered speechless, he battled for what to say.

The Lecturer was teaching when he saw Sophie squirming on her seat, he ignored it at first but then she continued squirming and clasping her two legs together, and not quite long she stuck her hand inside her skirt and started touching herself inside the classroom making the Lecturer uneasy at first and as he continued to watch her unable to remove his eyes from the beautiful view, he started getting hard and his bulge starts to feel uncomfortable inside his pants, he tried to ignore the sight but it was difficult to do as she relaxed in her seat and focused on what she was doing. "Fuck..." the Lecturer muttered and dart his eyes to Sophie's beautiful body, the student has been one of the br

she continued, hardly reacting at all to the teacher's strong words, or the offer that had followed them, "you don't like licking pussy, you don't like going down on girls, you love sucking cock..." "That's right," the teacher said sternly, clearly about to explode in anger once more. "...how do you feel about sucking clit?" "Oh," the teacher replied, sitting down as if the storm had passed, as if she'd never raised her voice at all. "Well, now that you ask - I do love sucking clit."

“I want you bare under that skirt, Rose Hale. Every step, every shift in your seat during my lecture—you’ll feel me leaking out, warm and sticky, reminding you exactly who owns this pussy. Whose favorite student gets bred before class like a dirty little secret.” I whimpered, clenching around nothing as he withdrew his fingers and made me suck them clean again, tasting our combined release one final, filthy time—salty, musky, sweet. “Yes, Professor. Thank you. I’ll be so good for you… and so messy.”

Her back was to me and I could clearly see her sexy butt, her glistening pussy, and even the plump little ring of her asshole when she bent over like that. She dropped that tiny thong into my hamper and turned to fix me with a sexy smile. Then she was sliding into my bed, between my legs, and her hand once again wrapped around the base of my pulsing shaft. She feasted her eyes on my hard-on for a few seconds before her eyes locked with mine. "You know you're not supposed to have sex with any of your teachers, right?" I nodded and she nodded in response. Then her fist slowly slid up the length of my shaft and back down.

If someone didn’t know better, they would think she couldn’t hurt a fly. But looks were deceiving. She had been found guilty of injuring a teacher—Mr. Smort. And technically… she had. But no one knew why. Except her. Mr. Smort had crossed a line, One he should have never even approached. He had taken an interest in her—not as a student, but as something else entirely. His behavior became uncomfortable, inappropriate… disgusting. When she ignored him, he failed her on a test she knew she had written correctly. That was his mistake.

I rolled my eyes. "Well, we didn't really had sex. And if we had sex, you dont have a say with that, Sir." I said straight. He smiled at what I said and seemed pleased with the attitude I was showing. "I have a say with that because I am your teacher." He answered. He licked his lower lip. My attention diverted to it. He's f*cking hot, more hotter than Will. "But I will not report you two today." He said it like he's doing us a favor.

I had wanted it, wanted him and that understanding burned hotter than any sin Emily could pronounce upon me. But God, what had I done? He was my teacher. Twenty nine to eighteen. A man who graded my papers, who stood at the front of the class with that look of distant disinterest. I rolled onto my side, curling around myself, discomfort flashing through me. If anyone were to find out, if that video I tried to take had actually worked, they would see me as nothing but a whore. Not the nerd with the high grades, but the one who slept with her teacher.

He leaned back against the edge of his chair, crossing his arms on his chest while he waited. I swallowed hard, my throat dry. "She's twenty and still innocent. I want to ruin that innocence slowly and filthy. Spread her legs wide on my desk and teach her how to take every inch of my cock down to her throat, making her gag and drool spit down her chin." My voice cracked on the word cock, and I felt fresh slickness soaked into my panties instantly. My nipples hardened again, aching and straining against my shirt. I could not believe I was saying all these words out loud to my professor. He didn't move an inch, but his eyes were so much darker, hungry and intense.