Teacher Vore Novels & Stories

The next e-mail had a screenshot of the story that she was apparently reading, since the next several e-mails all had screenshots of the same story, just pages later. Elias hastily typed in the website information and quickly navigated to the story in question. The story was entitled "My Hot Teacher" and was about a young female teacher who got blackmailed into submission by one of her grade 12 students. The story described numerous sexual acts which were designed to punish and humiliate the teacher.

The crowd gasped, and then they circled in like vultures. Phones raised. Mouths opened. “She’s the one from the video!” “Wait, is that her?” “Oh my God, I knew it. What kind of teacher does that?” “She groomed him.” “Pedophile!” “She’s sick!” “No, no…” Stacey tried to speak, but the noise was too loud. They didn’t want to hear her. My fists clenched. “Back the hell off,” I snapped, stepping in front of her. Someone shoved a phone screen in my face.

It was a student fucking his teacher, the woman bent over the desk, moaning like her body was made to be used. Every thrust, every slap of skin echoed in the video. The teacher clawed the wood, screaming his name, begging for more. Next time we meet, you’re going to fuck me like that. Her message sat right below the clip. My chest tightened, my cock twitched. I swallowed hard. Before I could even process it, another notification popped up, a view once snap. My thumb hovered, heart pounding, then I tapped it. Fuck. Amanda, sprawled naked across what looked like her bed, one hand squeezing her breast, the other buried deep between her legs.

"Well, I won't give you your test results and I could also expel you because you have done something that violates the school." "Mr Arka can't do that!! I will reveal everything you did to me!!" "Go ahead. You yourself will suffer the loss. First, you will be expelled from school because of your case. Second, if not, you will get the wrath of all the female students here because you are liked by a handsome teacher like me. So what about Naya? My offer is only valid for 24 hours. It's not difficult, right?" "You're really cunning!" Naya exclaimed while glaring sharply at her crazy teacher. Just imagine, where is there a teacher who uses his power to trap his students? Asking his student to be

The teacher said, “Chatty beat up six children today until they cried. Levi managed to persuade five of them, and they agreed to forgive Chatty. But there’s one child who was badly injured, so we had to notify the child’s parents...” Nicole felt like she was struck by lightning. She stood there in shock and looked flustered. Did she hear it correctly? Chatty beat up six people? Nicole opened her mouth. “Is there a misunderstanding?” “I have the surveillance footage here.” The teacher took out the video she had prepared long ago, saved it on her phone, and handed it over. Nicole was anxious as she watched the video. Chatty ran all over the classroom as soon as she entered the door.

In any case, her mouth, pussy and bottom had been sore for several days afterwards, so thoroughly had he abused them with his thick lengthy erection. She'd also had to placate Mr. Forsythe, the Biology teacher with a final goodbye sperm-collection session which involved giving him what the ignorant might have considered a topless blowjob. Although he'd appeared devastated to lose Claire, he'd looked a little happier when she had promised to stay in touch by visiting him at home periodically, which would be easy enough as he was a neighbour.

Tyler looked between them, stunned. She knew she should grab her things and run. Instead, she slid off the desk on shaky legs, turned around, and bent over it—ass up, skirt still bunched around her waist, presenting her soaked, freshly-fucked pussy to her professor like an offering. Tyler muttered something and quickly left, the door clicking shut behind him. Professor Voss stepped forward. His big hand came down on her ass in a sharp, possessive smack. “Good girl,” he murmured, voice rough with barely restrained hunger. “Now let’ssee how loud you can really scream.”

"Young teachers these days. Bringing your private scandals into the workplace. What will the parents think if they see this macabre display?" She tapped her pen against her clipboard with a sharp, rhythmic sound. Tap. Tap. Tap. "Please clear this away immediately, Miss Desmond. Before the Principal sees it. We are an educational institution, not a stage for whatever... dark romantic drama you’re currently starring in." She turned on her heel and marched away, leaving the scent of her lavender to battle the lilies for dominance. I felt small. Smaller than I had ever felt in my life. I could feel the weight of the other teachers' stares—those who were pretending to be busy with their tablets b

"Yeah, look, I'll confess everything. I kissed her first. I pushed the boundaries. Skylar got pulled in because of... family stuff. But Aliyah? She resisted at first. She even tried to reject us, that's literally what the video shows, right? She's the victim here. Just punish us and leave her alone." I bit my lip, fighting back sobs. Hearing them defend me like this made my chest ache. I felt so angry and warm at the same time. "Tyler... Skylar... can you both just stop? Please. Stop pretending to give a fuck about me because I know you don't. Let's just all drop the act, it's tiring and I'm done." The stern woman board member spoke up in a sharp tone. "Miss Marcus, language! Professors, you

"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!"