Her house was amazingly clean; she never needed to worry about being embarrassed about her guests thinking she was a sloppy housecleaner. She had a small number of Pets that she kept on the string (or sometimes on a leash) for her amusement and sexual pleasure. Each one of them had been trained to a certain level of behavior to help around the house, and, m...
"Aggghhhh!" Scott moaned as he shot his cum into the soft warm mouth of his wife, Melissa. They'd just finished watching the tape he'd made earlier that day of him fucking one of his students up the ass in exchange for a better grade. "Oh my God! That was fucking fantastic!" His paralyzed wife smiled and licked the corners of her mouth. Melissa had lost...
I teach at the exclusive Roxbury Academy, a private all-girls college in Massachusetts. Actually, "exclusive" may be a bit of an understatement for this place; the income level of the parents -- and the snobbery of the students -- is so profound that they actually look down on girls going to Harvard and Yale because they weren't good enough for Roxbury. I kn...
~*~*~Hey everyone. I know I posted this orignally under the wrong title. I was really stressed that day, and I am so sorry. When I noticed the error, it was already posted. I am really sorry. If anyone knows how to delete a posted story, please, let me know. Thanks everyone!!!*~*~*~* "Tonight?" I nodded at Kenna. "Okay... let me think. I can get Kelly to le...
The Teacher Calls Ring, Ring. "Hello. How are you?" I recognized the voice, and my heart skipped a beat, it sounded familiar but I hadn't heard it in months, since the day I'd stepped off the train into the Amtrak station. "Hi. I'm doing fine." I relied, the surprise evident in my voice. "Do you know who this is?" she asked. "Yes, it's Lara." I respon...
Mrs. Mower felt a surge of titillation in her chest when she saw Scott Rungard take his seat in her classroom. He looked like his father, same eyes and nose and the same controlled verve. He was a quiet student. He didn't make a fuss or disrupt her class. He, however, was one who, like his father, she had caught looking lower than the math problem on the whi...
Just one of those girls you laid in bed at night and thought about while you whacked off. Her name was Amanda Beckmen but everyone called her Mandy. She was a cheerleader, president of the school dance committee, the Winter Ball Queen. All of that and she was young, a fresh little thing. If this had been a normal situation I would just have gone up and asked...
It was Friday, at last, and after the previous day's episode with Trau--err, Professor Witbeck, I was more than a bit eager to attend his class the next day. My hand shot up for every question he asked, and he would always reply with a hint of a grin. Class was coming to an end, and lunch period crept up quicker than I had anticipated. Before class was d...
Dr. Theodore Andrews straightened his tie as he stood in front of the empty room. The students had not yet begun to arrive, but he knew they would be there soon. He had been teaching for years, and none of his classes had ever really been quite the same as the one before. Generally, he ended up with upperclassmen taking the class because it satisfied one las...
Disclaimer: All characters portrayed in this story are fictional and over the age of 18. ***** I taught high school English at Meadowood High and I loved it. I got to play my guitar in class and talk about my old career in radio. You know, it made sense in the context of contemporary literature like Seven Guitars and White Noise. I was a cool English teac...