All people in this story are fictional and 18 or older. Enjoy this loveable teacher and he special study group. ***** I sat in front of my final class, remedial American history, why I chose to teach this subject I have no idea. It's so boring talking about what any American with common sense knew is just boring. I envy Ms. Grey, the health teacher, she ge...
It was early in the morning and he was rushing to get out the door. Tuesday was his long teaching day. He had class early in the morning, then several faculty meetings followed by his office hours for his students in the late morning and early afternoon. She handed him the prepared lunch and kissed him goodbye before he rushed out the door. She was in no hur...
When a class teacher decided to target a below average girl by reducing her already down marks. The girl asks the teacher for extra credit but the teacher has some demands from the student. Will the student reject and fail the class or will she accept it to pass the class. Characters: EMILY: STUDENT 18 year old girl. Not good in studies. Doesn't have many fr...
Author's Note There are some sexual acts in this story, but really this story is building a relationship and the more juicy moments typical of stories on this site don't occur until Teaching Those Eyes 2. Also standard disclaimer, everyone mentioned in this story is eighteen years old or older. ***** Dismantling His Armor Mr. G knew from the beginning th...
I am grading papers when I look up to see Jasmine standing at the doorway of the classroom. I don't know how long she had been standing there, but it is pretty obvious she wants to see me. I wave her in and she smiles as she nods, walking toward my desk. "Mr. Thomas?" she says meekly. "What can I help you with Jasmine?" "Well, it's about my report," she s...
I arrived at Professor Cooper's office promptly at 4 as she had requested. Her office door was open when I got there so I knocked on it lightly as I poked my head in. "Professor?" I asked. "Yes, come in, Steve." She said from behind her desk. "Shut the door behind you and please a take a seat." I shut the door and nervously sat down on the chair in front...
My name is Harold Sims. I teach human biology to seniors at East Middle High in Southern California. To get the background on what is going on here I suggest starting with Part 01. For the next couple months the extra credit program didn't grow at all. This was fine with me. I was getting the best sex I have ever had. These girls teased me constantly and I...
It was my first semester of college, and things were not going well in my business class; I didn't really like it, so I skipped class a lot, and now I found myself in danger of failing. I wasn't sure what to do, but I figured going in to talk to the professor wouldn't be a bad idea. He seemed nice and understanding enough, maybe I could explain my situation...
"Down." I dropped to my knees as quickly as possible and lowered my forehead to the floor as my mistress had taught me; I felt the leather hood that was fit snuggly over my face and head touch the hard wood floor below. My motions were made more difficult by the fact that my hands were firmly fixed in cuffs that were secured behind my back and clipped in th...
I see you eyeing the soft skin peeking out between my skirt and my thigh highs. I know, in my mind, that as your TA, I ought not to distract you from the professor's lecture, but the way your eyes widen, your pupils dilate, and your breath hitches as I run my hands over that smooth gap is motivation enough to quiet that notion. "Pay attention," I mouth in...