That Vegan Teacher R34 Novels & Stories

“What do you mean leave Vaughn alone? We can’t do anything to Vaughn even after he caused a ruckus.” My brows touch as I study their irritated looks. “What the hell is going on? Why can’t you touch Vaughn?” “Apparently, as at last week, Mr Walker stopped being a professor here.” “WHAT?” The baiter sighs. “So unfortunately, we cannot punish either of you because it isn’t a student and teacher relationship.” “No, why won't he be a teacher any more?? What happened? This is some sort of mistake.” “It is exactly as they have said it Peanut. I don’t work here anymore.”

The Vale twins’ names were visible even from here. Her phone buzzed again. She looked down. Subject line: “Is this the kind of woman teaching my son?” Another. “Resign.” Another. “Hot for Teacher” Her jaw tightened. She tapped the video link again even though she shouldn’t. A dimly lit fraternity basement. Music too loud. Phones raised. Laughter. And Ethan’s voice, slurred but unmistakable: “She’s so f— sexy.” The crowd had roared. Someone zoomed in on his face. Someone else captioned it. Someone clipped it and slowed it down. Someone added music.

My gaze landed on her boobs and I felt a rush of desire. Mr. Denzel, the teacher, cleared his throat to gain the class's attention. "Today, we'll be talking about the circulatory system," he announced. I perked up, feeling excited. This was a favorite topic among vampires. Mr. Denzel's booming voice kept us silent, and when I answered one of his questions, Raven glanced at me with a smile. I felt a flicker of pride. She seemed to be struggling with the material, so I leaned over and whispered,

“Maybe. As long as you’re part of the picture.” The next morning, Ethan was scrolling through his phone when he stopped, his face darkening slightly. Vivian noticed immediately. “What is it?” He hesitated, then turned the screen toward her. It was a blog post. “Forbidden Love: Why Vivian Hayes Should Never Teach Again.” It was trending. Vivian stared at it for a long moment. “Of course.” “There are hundreds of comments,” Ethan said. “Some of them are brutal.” She took the phone and tossed it onto the table. “Let them talk. They don’t know us.”

Those seemingly ordinary jeans had quite a story—they were only available overseas. The streamer walked over and greeted Serena directly. Seeing her arrive, she quickly waved, "Hey, I'm Serena Vale." The streamer smiled warmly, "Hi, I'm Layla Foster, but you can just call me Layla." Serena and Layla quickly hit it off. Layla, curious, asked, "Did you get those jeans abroad? I've never seen anything like them around here."

He wasn’t used to humans being bored by his intensity. “Obsession?” he repeated, his voice dropping into a dangerous, low-octave growl. “Yes,” I snapped, slinging my bag over my shoulder. “You are clearly looking for someone, Mr. Vane. A woman who apparently argued with you and had a ‘spirit’ you can’t forget. But I am not your ghost. I am a preschool teacher who just wants to be allowed to do her actual job instead of being forced to play ‘liaison’ to a man who doesn’t understand boundaries.”

Then the shapes began to move, and everything changed. Ms. Elena Voss, the strictest and most respected female teacher in the entire school was completely naked, riding Mr. Ramirez hard on the bed. The same Ms. Voss who always walked the hallways with her head high, scolding students for the smallest mistakes, was now moaning loudly as she bounced on him. Her usual neat bun was messy, strands of hair sticking to her flushed face. Her professional blouse hung open, and her skirt was pushed up around her waist. She was grinding down on Mr. Ramirez’s cock with desperate, hungry movements, her breasts bouncing with every thrust.

“You don’t think Ruggero likes me, for me but simply living out a fantasy?” “Okay, my last year of secondary school back in Italy, I had this teacher.” He licked the back of the spoon before sitting back on her workstation uncaring of the flour everywhere. “She was young, her first year of teaching and she got stuck with a class of boys with far too much experience to still be in school. We tortured her all year long. I whacked off so many times to the notion of her in my bed my hands cramped up. She had these tits which nearly made the buttons on her blouse pop off,” he leaned sideways and looked at her shirt, “like yours actually.” He held her gaze while he licked his spoon clean before re

“Why me? There are many other openly gay teachers here that they'd be happy to have your attention.” Ryan suddenly became rigid, his stare potent enough to nip my neck in half as he crooned in a somewhat robotic voice. “Because,” he said slowly, his soft pink parting as he drank me in. “It's my wish to fuck a male teacher before I go play for NHL, and you Mr Samuel... you're the chosen one.”

He quickly took in the presence of the girl Her raven black hair, attractive plump lips and brown eyes. He turned his eyes away from her and proceeds to teach. "I hope you all understood the topic and have a good day today, we'll have a short revision test in our next class" Dane said before leaving the classroom The class instantly became noisy after he left, everyone kept talking about the new hot lecturer. She just simply rolled her eyes and turned her concentration back to her phone, she hardly concentrated on what he taught...She didn't even find anything special in him, of course he was indeed handsome, she disliked him for his actions