Classroom sex Stories

"Our new girl is doing well in her initiation tasks,” Helen began the conversation. "Now we move on to the final part.” I wondered what that might be – stripping naked in Plymouth city centre perhaps, and being enjoyed by anyone who wanted me over a bench? “The committee decided that she should break into the boys’ school and make up that old bust of their founding headmaster,” she continued. That sounded more akin to an...

Written by Jamesremus and ffuktoy The classroom hummed with quiet focus—pens scratching, students lost in their work. My eyes lingered on my graded paper, red ink slashing across it like a fresh wound. Dread coiled in my gut, but beneath it, a strange heat burned. Mr. Landford’s presence loomed large, tugging at something raw and unspoken inside me. My fingers gripped the chair’s edge as his voice sliced through the still...

The day after treating Sam to a quickie blow job under his desk, I decided I needed to get to work even earlier. I wanted to be able to draw things out to enhance his enjoyment of my particularly erotic oral skill set. When I got to the side door of his classroom, it was propped open for me. I grinned. When I stepped inside, he looked up and smiled. “May I help you?” he asked coyly. I unpinned my red hair and let it fall...

My coworker, Sam, looked over my shoulder at a presentation on my computer, his hot breath awakening my arousal. Was this the moment I had waited for? His lips kissed my neck; my nipples hardened, sending pulses to my pussy as if communicating via an erotic Morse Code. Melting against his body, I ached for his touch. Why was he hesitating? “Are you sure?” he finally asked. I nodded. “I want your hands everywhere.” He obli...

‘Goodness, Mr. Chambers!’ Talulah Middleton-Jones’s head dropped onto her teacher’s pillow, her mass of dark hair splayed out. ‘Is four times in one night normal?’ Beside her Dean Chambers draped his arm across his forehead. ‘Not really,’ he replied, his breathing beginning to slow. ‘Well, I’m certainly glad it’s Sunday tomorrow,’ the pretty eighteen-year old, said, looking at the expensive watch on her wrist. ‘Or rather,...

Prior to joining the police, I held a teaching certification, but I quickly became disinterested in the classroom and made the decision to pursue a career change as a police officer. After twenty-five years in the police, I went into the training department and helped other officers by using my teaching credentials.I kept up my teaching certifications with the open university as a safety precaution in case my law enforcem...