Teacher X Student Smut Novels & Stories

I said and he put his head back, looking at me with a frown. “Well, you never asked me anything. As far as I know, I'm still just your student, no?” I said with a serious face. “We haven't even been on a date yet.” I continued and I was holding in my laugh at his expression. “Hmmm. I do treat all my students the same. I already have five crashed Ferrari's.” He said with a small smile and I huffed out a laugh. His hands circled my waist and he pulled me flush against his body.

I immediately hid the smile on my lips and lowered my voice again. “Y-yes?” “I won’t answer your e-exams but I … I will help you with y-your lessons.” I grinned. “Then I’ll be your student.” This is gonna be fun. “It’s a miracle Ms.Carosca.” Smiling, my Teacher told me I was embarrassed the other day. Because he said I couldn’t answer what he was asking. He can teach first before graded recitation and maybe I can answer his question. Many of my classmates also couldn’t answer but he scolded me.

Asked mother Risa "Yes, my friends in class have told me that they won't share the photo more widely" "What do you mean?" Risa mother rounded her eyes "Risa, don't you tell mommy that she's still your student?" "y.. yes mom he is still my student" Risa replied in a barely audible voice "What?!" Risa mother jumped in shock "What is this Risa? What will your students say if they know what you are doing as a teacher like this?, Just three days of teaching there your imaging already looks ugly in their eyes!"

TeacherPet: well TeacherPet: my mouth also gets wet TeacherPet: like really wet TeacherPet: umm that sounds bad TeacherPet: it isn't like I'm drooling or something TeacherPet: its hard to explain TeacherPet: but my tongue especially TeacherPet: and I have this overwhelming desire to lick TeacherPet: I just want to lick lick lick TeacherPet: when im cumming, I mean Good fucking god, could I be *any* harder right now… Me: wow.. Me: you never did that last time.. TeacherPet: well I was never really in a position to

She barged in herself. “What is the meaning of this?” She questioned me with an aggressive tone. Her tone immediately pulled me out of my sleep. “Mom?” “What is the meaning of this Stephanie?” She showed me her phone and behold it was the video Stacy and Daniella had recorded of me in the bathroom with the tag “Slut exposed by student for sleeping Around for grades.” My jaw dropped in disbelief. With quivering lips and teary eyes I stared at the phone. The worst kind of pain is that which you escape in your sleep and end up facing when you wake up.

"I think I just saw a girl in nothing but a man's shirt pass by!" "Unacceptable! She can't have stolen our incredibly hot professor." "Doesn't she look kind of familiar though...?" Professor?! I went utterly rigid when Killian settled in front of the webcam and began to talk. "Good morning. I am Professor Abram. Professor Schultz was temporarily covering my class last week. I will be leading your Honors Biology course this semester."

Every shift in his chair reminded him how close he had come to losing everything on the surface of his desk just moments earlier. She listened intently. Too intently. Her knees pressed together. Her chest rising and falling a little too deeply. Her lips parted. She was reliving it too. He knew she was. He could feel it radiating off her like heat. The desk became both shield and torment. His erection pressed painfully against the inside of his slacks—aching, insistent, pulsing with every shallow breath he took. The wood edge grazed the top of his thigh, sending a sharp reminder through his entire body that he’d been seconds—seconds—from sinking into her heat on his desk. He shifted subtly, t

She slammed her fork down on the table with a sharp clang, her tone displeased. "Are we eating or not? You talk too much nonsense!" This sudden outburst startled both Sarah and me. Shane immediately started fawning over her shamelessly. "Babe, I was wrong. I shouldn't have praised Joanna. When it comes to being capable, that's obviously you. You can go all night without a break. She can't even compare to you." The comment made me deeply uncomfortable. It was textbook manipulation—praising one person while stepping on another, laced with inappropriate sexual innuendo.

"This pussy is starving for cock." I sucked harder, saliva dripping down my chin as I worked Marcus's shaft with my hand. Damien presented his heavy balls, and I licked them eagerly, sucking one into my mouth while stroking him. The sounds were obscene—wet slurping, my muffled moans, their filthy praise. "Look at this cumslut teacher," Lucas said, his voice thick. "Hiding behind that desk like she wasn't made for this."

The students fed off her humiliation, their lust amplified by the knowledge that they could have her anytime, anywhere. A teacher, a middle-aged woman with a cruel smile, stepped onto the stage. She unbuttoned her blouse, revealing her naked breasts. "I want a turn," she purred, her eyes locked onto Barbara. The crowd cheered as she approached, her heels clicking on the stage floor. She grabbed Barbara's hair, pulling her head back roughly. "This is a lesson you'll never forget, slut," the teacher sneered, before pushing Barbara's head down onto her waiting cock, still standing and raw from the last student's penetration, making her gag as the head slipped down her throat.