Novel & Cerita Teacher X Student Smut

He leaned back against the edge of his chair, crossing his arms on his chest while he waited. I swallowed hard, my throat dry. "She's twenty and still innocent. I want to ruin that innocence slowly and filthy. Spread her legs wide on my desk and teach her how to take every inch of my cock down to her throat, making her gag and drool spit down her chin." My voice cracked on the word cock, and I felt fresh slickness soaked into my panties instantly. My nipples hardened again, aching and straining against my shirt. I could not believe I was saying all these words out loud to my professor. He didn't move an inch, but his eyes were so much darker, hungry and intense.

“Make a mess all over your professor’s dick.” I came screaming, my pussy gushing around him. He followed right after, pumping me full again while I shook on top of him. Every single lesson ended the same way now - me bent over his desk, on my knees sucking him clean, or riding him on the couch while he whispered the filthiest things in my ear👂 “You’re such a dirty little whore for me,” he’d say, buried deep inside me. “Coming to your professor’s apartment with your cunt dripping, begging to be used.”

The power to woo me and make me weak at the knees. "Let's be friends first Blake. But I'm not saying no, to your other question," I say putting my hand on his. We've crossed a line a little bit today. Our professor and student relationship has touched the edges of flirting and I don't let him go any further than he already has. Because if Professor Oakley is Blake to me outside this office, I know I will be the reason he gets fired. "Alright. I will see you in class. We can discuss this later. And Cora please keep this to yourself for now. I don't know what's come over me. If I've made you uncomfortable we can discuss that later as well. Here's your notebook."

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.