Teacher X Student Smut นิยาย & เรื่องราว

"Open the book to page 54. Do the problem, I'll give you 15 minutes." "What? Is he crazy?" "15 minutes? Doing this many and difficult questions? What a cruel teacher." "Ah, if he wasn't handsome I would have cursed him in front of his face." These are all just the inner words of the students. How dare they curse directly in front of this notorious teacher. "Sir, I'm finished. May I go to the toilet?" said Juna, raising her hand. It hasn't even been 5 minutes but the man has already finished his work? Actually, Juna has filled almost all the books at home.

The Lecturer was teaching when he saw Sophie squirming on her seat, he ignored it at first but then she continued squirming and clasping her two legs together, and not quite long she stuck her hand inside her skirt and started touching herself inside the classroom making the Lecturer uneasy at first and as he continued to watch her unable to remove his eyes from the beautiful view, he started getting hard and his bulge starts to feel uncomfortable inside his pants, he tried to ignore the sight but it was difficult to do as she relaxed in her seat and focused on what she was doing. "Fuck..." the Lecturer muttered and dart his eyes to Sophie's beautiful body, the student has been one of the br

“How about after practice you meet me outside the locker room and you can bounce on my dick? I mean, that’s what sluts do, right? So maybe you could fit me in your schedule?” Oh God, I’m taking the bait. I turn around and don’t bother lowering my voice when I say, “You’re disgusting! Why the hell would I want to bounce on your dick and get chlamydia? Fuck off!” Laughter erupts in the classroom and his face turns red from anger as he shoots daggers at me. “Miss Manning, get your stuff and get to the principles office, now! I will not have you disrupting my class and using profanity!” the teacher exclaims.

I looked around myself, and I could see that other students were entranced by his teaching. And me? I was entranced by his existence. Because in his email, he told me he could see the messed-up shit I was doing in his class. He can see how I am drooling over his crotch. How I am melting over his voice. How the wheels in my head are turning to create images of him bending me over. It says he has always noticed. And if I really want those marks back, I should not fucking stop touching myself. I reread that part many times so as not to be mistaken.

“I’m your dirty little student slut!” He railed me with savage intensity, the desk shaking beneath us. His hand reached between us to rub my clit in fast, rough circles, pushing me toward another peak. I came again, harder this time, sobbing as my pussy milked him. Professor Langford buried himself deep with a deep groan and came hard, flooding me with thick, hot ropes of cum. He kept grinding slowly, pushing every drop into my womb while whispering possessive filth. “Good girl… taking every drop of your professor’s cum like the perfect breeding slut you are for me.”

"You can do what I taught you." He licked my earlobe. "Ahhh! L-Lucas..." "Teacher. Call me teacher." "Y-Yes. T-Teacher." "If you fail to remember this, I will give you a bad grade." "No. Please don't ahh!" "What do you need to do to get good grades?" "Touch myself like this. Ahhhh!" “When will you do it?” “When I am thinking of you, t-teacher.” “Good. But mine was bigger than one finger. So, you can add one," he said with a smirk. Another finger seamlessly joined the first, skillfully moving in and out of my intimate opening.

“Act natural while I wreck this dripping hole.” He switched tactics — pulling his fingers almost all the way out, then slamming them back in deep and fast. The brutal pace made my legs shake violently. I hung my head, panting, my ponytail sticking to my sweaty neck. My mind was fracturing between rage, humiliation, and the building pressure of an unwanted orgasm. “You’re close, aren’t you?” he taunted. “Gonna cum on a stranger’s fingers in the middle of New York City traffic? What would your teachers say if they knew their good little student was a public bus slut?”

I can't get away. Jace leans in closer, his lips brushing against my ear. "Then you better hurry." Another knock reverberates through the room, and his finger presses on my clitoris, sending shockwaves of sensation coursing through me. "Oh my God!" I gasp, my body betraying my words. "Say it," he demands again, his tone unyielding. I have no choice. "Yes!" I scream, "I want my teacher to fuck me!" In an instant, I’m hauled from the desk, his arm wrapping protectively around my waist, holding me against his chest. "That's a good little student. Keep the stolen exam, and do a good job," he whispers in my ear.

My fingertips started drawing invisible circles teasingly on his chest, while my lips were trailing small kisses along his jawline, and soon I caught his earlobe between my teeth and bite him sensational which made him hiss in pleasure. "Let's make a deal, Mr Clovis." My right hand was slowly working its way down to his pant by now. "Uh.." "I'll give you unimaginable pleasure and you're give me a better grade, yeah?" I grabbed his cock through his pant and started stroking him softly -well, it's more like groping him. "I.. I don't think it's ok to do this Samantha.. " "Why not?" "You're my student and I'm a married man, we shouldn't be... "

“Since you seem to be daydreaming, you can answer.” I groaned internally but leaned back lazily. “Well, it’s simple really,” I began, letting the smirk stretch wider. “All you need is a dick and a woman.” The entire class exploded into laughter—except the teacher, who looked like she was about to combust. “This is inappropriate!” she barked. “Is it?” I tilted my head at her. “I’m just stating facts.” “Still inappropriate,” she hissed through clenched teeth. Before she could continue her rant, the bell rang.