Teacher Vore の小説・ストーリー

"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!"

It's grown so much that I think it controls me entirely, and now I know there's no way to satisfy my cravings for blood and destruction. I thought discipling students would be a good enough outlet to keep the urges at bay, but for a while now, they've been getting out of hand. A few years ago, I let that craziness take over. An assistant teacher by the name of Gail was a masochist to a certain extent, and we started getting intimate.

How could she be on TV? However, the next second, she heard the TV host’s voice clearly. “Parents are more concerned about teachers’ moral qualities following the recent sexual assault incident. According to a newspaper, a female teacher of First Santabaca High School leads an improper and immoral life. She frequents bars, flirts with her superior, and her family is addicted to gambling. It is said that she has sold her body to marry a rich man…These are photos and information from the newspaper…”

He was stretching me to the limit, his thickness a brutal invasion of my professional sanctuary. "Is this how you teach, Halloway?" he hissed, his mouth hovering inches from mine. "Do you think about this while you're grading papers? Do you imagine me hammering into your pussy while you're standing at the chalkboard?" "Yes!" I sobbed, the truth finally breaking through. "God, yes! Please, Soren, fuck me! Fuck me hard!"

I'll look at the one from Lacey at lunch as I'll be alone. "Okay class open the book to page 54 and pay attention," I order as I start teaching. ————— After my third class of the day has left, I open up the suspicious email and see a video is attached with the words 'enjoy ;)'. Curiously, I click in the video and sit back as I watch. Surprisingly, it starts with Cole laying over the covers on a bed only in his underwear which makes my cock twitch in my pants. He starts humping at the pillow in front of him and moaning incoherently. That is until the camera gets closer to him.

“Your students have no idea their teacher is bent over her desk getting fucked like a slut right now.” He fucked her mercilessly, one hand fisting her hair, the other slapping her ass hard. The sound of skin meeting skin filled the small office. “Harder, Aiden,” she moaned, pushing back against him. “Fuck me harder.” He gave her exactly what she begged for. His hips slammed against her ass with punishing force, his thick cock stretching her wide open. He reached around and rubbed her clit roughly while destroying her pussy from behind. “You like this, don’t you?” he growled, pulling her hair tighter. “Getting fucked by your student in your own office while the school is still full of people.

" I pleaded, but he was insistent on getting to the very bottom of the whole story. "You did love Devan, didn't you?" I was forced to exhale, as I heard him spit out that question. "Do you know what this is, at all?" I fired, slamming my palms against the glove compartment. "What are you talking about?" "We are not just two ordinary people, Tommy. This is a student-teacher relationship. I wouldn't be let off so easily. I would be sent to jail." "Luckily, Devan isn't a minor. I did some research on him. He lost a year, due to an accident that cost him his brother, and had to resit the whole year."

The night I walked into that lecture hall and saw her bent over the desk, taking that spoiled brat Michael’s cock like she was starving for it with moans spilling out of her and her breasts bouncing with every thrust, I felt something crack inside me. Not jealousy. Not exactly. It was raw possessiveness. I wanted to be the one making those sounds come out of her. I wanted to replace him inside her But Michael Wills is the Vice-Chancellor Wills’s only son. Touching Sophia meant risking everything; my new job, my visa status, and potentially jail time if the ethics board decided to make an example of me. Teacher-student relationships are explicitly forbidden. One complaint and I’m gone. So I d