Teacher Vore Novels & Stories

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.

“Is he really that strict when teaching someone?” “Girl, if you are able to make Sean smile for one second when he is teaching you, then you must be special because he never smiles, and once after the lesson for the day, he would be laughing and telling jokes and you would be wondering, is he still the same Sean or does he have a twin that comes out only during lesson periods?” “I believe I told you to watch her not chat with her,” Sean said behind him and they both shrieked. “Would you stop creeping out on someone,” TB complained and with a huff, left the room.

I looked at her with wide eyes, she was just staring at the video with a cheeky smile as if nothing was happening. She grabbed one of my balls and kneaded it. She did this to both of them and after about another ten minutes I felt myself cum. She stroked me all the way through it and when I finished she pulled her hand out of my pants and licked each and everyone of her fingers clean, even her palm. I threw my head back and bit my lip to keep in the moan I wanted to release. I looked back at her and she winked at me. This girl. “Alright class,” the teacher said while clearing his voice. “I'm going to be giving your test results back, most of you did well whilst some of you gave me rubbish as

My name is Linda Mulner. The first time I ever heard of "exposing" was back in college, through a news story. A female teacher, while her students were busy writing with their heads down, had deliberately lifted her skirt to flash them. But some nosy student filmed it and shared the video in the campus group. The whole school exploded. The teacher couldn't take the pressure and resigned. But watching that video, I couldn't help feeling she looked so free. Exposing her most intimate self in front of so many men—it had to be incredibly thrilling.

I answered. He was quiet for a moment as he processed my answer. “I had a talk with her myself yesterday,” Joseph said casually. My heart fell into my stomach, and I looked down at my food, suddenly not feeling hungry anymore. “What did you say?” I found myself asking. “I told her not to cross that boundary by talking to you about that kind of thing again. It’s inappropriate for a teacher to confront a student about another teacher's in that kind of manner.” I nodded. “I understand.”

One of her hands attempted to reach out to her chest to play with it too, but another teacher grabbed it and have her play with his now exposed dick. Teacher Tadeo took hold of her white cotton blouse and yanked on it. Buttons went flying in all directions as they opened down to where the other teacher’s arm was wrapped around her. Her eyes shifted at them as she moaned uncontrollably. "What a dirty little slut," Teacher Tadeo said with an evil grin. "You like to be defiled, aren't you?" He added before taking out another camera and then pointed it out in her direction. Takahashi Sato watched Teacher Tadeo's growing bulge pressing into Misao Aika's ass as he ground his loins into her firm bu

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."

This is all so confusing, because if the male teacher wasn’t shown on the video, then how did Jada and the others know that it was that professor who the victim had sex with? Mr. George Wilson. That was the teacher’s name, and it says here that he’s still teaching here and there’s a high possibility that I might even attend his class. I gasped out loud at that fact, because I saw how his subject was Math. God! I hate math, and I already hate our teacher there.

There were small hidden cameras on the shelf behind his desk pointing toward the students' chairs. He groaned my name on the video. "Sophia... fuck yes." He stroked himself faster. I felt my face burn hot and my pussy grew wet against my will. This was wrong. He was my teacher. He was married. But seeing him jerk off to me made my nipples hard under my shirt. I must have made a small noise because he looked up suddenly and our eyes met through the door. For a second he looked surprised. Then a dark smile spread across his face. He did not cover himself. He just stood up with his hard cock still out and walked to the door.

Arnold scratched the back of his head awkwardly and shifted his face away from Lexa. How could that just distracted him? He was a man of great self control, so little things like this meant nothing to him. But that might not actually be the case now. Lexa rolled her eyes and twisted her lips, " Who killed the rogue werewolves?" " Had no idea." Arnold recomposed himself and tried to push of the dirty thought from his mind. That was so not him. Then, he walked over to where the disgusting body parts of the rogue werewolves were and observed the view calmly.