Teacher X Student Fanfic Novels & Stories

And then he pushed inside her, his length stretching into her until he filled her completely . Cassie gasped as he began to move, his thrusts were deep and slow. She clawed at his back, her nails digging into his skin . Cassie wrapped her legs around him, urging him to go faster and harder, she needed to release. Dylan took her lips in his mouth, his tongue diving into her mouth. ------------------------------------------- Teachers and students, are meant to maintain a professional relationship always . Dr Cassie Phillips knew that even though that line was becoming really really blurry.

He spoke but bit his lip in end trying to act seductive. Ferris frowned in confusion at the teacher behaviour whereas a suppressed smile formed on her mouth as realisation dawned upon her. The male teacher is gay and hot for her husband!!!

Ryder murmured beside me, his lips barely moving. “I am,” I whispered back through clenched teeth. “Not to her. To me.” I froze. Heat crawled up my neck, shame and anger twisting in my chest. I didn’t dare look at him. The teacher’s voice droned on about themes and metaphors, her tone steady, patient. Around me, students scribbled notes, some whispering quietly when they thought she wasn’t watching. For them, this was just another class. For me, it was torture.

“She was so prim and proper, and I wanted to defile and ruin her. First year of college, I’m walking down the street and who do I see but my teacher. I walk over, say hello and next think you know, we’re fucking hard and fast in an alley way; dream come fucking true. She made the cutest little noises while she came on my cock.” “Are you done?” He frowned, “hey, I’m telling a story.” He tapped her nose with the spoon. “The point is, I then took her for coffee since we’d fucked. I thought maybe it might lead to more fucking in a bed instead of against a wall. I didn’t give a shit what she was talking about. Nothing. All I could think of was the fantasy of having my teacher in my bed where I ba

“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.

“You say you don’t like me, but I wonder if I stick my fingers beneath this skirt of yours will they find nothing but wet warmth.” “Lucas!” She gasped in warning, when his hands began to tease along the hem of her skirt. He groaned against her neck, as heat whipped across his skin and his cock hardened behind the zipper of his pants. The sound of his name on her lips was probably the sweetest thing he’d ever heard. The teacher had set out to teach the student a lesson, but here he was getting schooled. He knew then that if he didn’t pull away from her now, she would

Ronan said and waved his hand in the air. I nodded my head and sat down. As he walked away, I could not help but stare at him with my palm in my cheeks, my eyes following every of his movement. "Your eyes are literally shooting love arrows at him." Sophie teased. "Is it that obvious?" I could feel my face burning hot and my cheeks flushed. "Get a grip, girl. He's off limits. He's our math teacher." Sophie glared at me. I crossed my arms akimbo.

I put everything back in place, closed the drawer, and added in a playful tone, "A very special kind of teacher…" He straightened up and asked with concern, "My little one?" I crossed my arms and smiled slyly, "A naughty teacher, tempting his student to do forbidden things… a dangerous teacher." He stepped toward me with steady steps, his commanding presence undeniable, stopping in front of me. He said with a tone mixing teasing and authority, "Wasn’t it the student who sent that cute video… in cat panties?" My smile widened mischievously. I turned slowly toward him, lifting my head with an innocent, fake expression, pretending I was unaware.

TeacherPet: last night TeacherPet: after you texted me back Me: Oh? TeacherPet: ya, I was feeling anxious until then TeacherPet: then I could relax Me: What did you think about? TeacherPet: About today.. telling you about my orgasms TeacherPet: and you getting turned on Me: Is it like you imagined? TeacherPet: kinda TeacherPet: except in my fantasy we ended up meeting up Me: ah… TeacherPet: wouldn't that be fun? Me: yeah TeacherPet: hmm

"Big deal, so my English teacher hates me now. I mean, what happened to your big speech from the other day about how as a teacher you want what's best for your students, huh?" "Taylor, I do not hate you. Maybe I did once, though don't insult me by pretending it wasn't mutual. I..." No. I cut myself short. "I don't know, maybe I could have loved you, even. Maybe. I loved being with you, at least. Regardless, I don't give two craps whether you think that the teacher-student factor diminishes the sentiment or not. It doesn't to me. I got into this whole stupid mess because of that feeling, and once I started, and I saw you as something other than a bratty little vixen, I couldn't resist going f