Teacher's Pets

by Ernest Bywater

Caution: This Erotica Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa, Fa/Fa, Ma/Ma, Mult, Consensual, Romantic, NonConsensual, Reluctant, Slavery, BiSexual, Heterosexual, Fiction, Vignettes, DomSub, FemaleDom, Humiliation, Oral Sex, Anal Sex, Workplace, .

Desc: Erotica Sex Story: A high school teacher recounts her meeting some ex students and how she made them her slaves. It includes a few incidental things as well.

Table of Contents


The Club
Changing Room
At Home
Lena’s Lesson
Bed Games

Hospital Visit

Moving House

The titles I use are: a chapter, a sub-chapter, and a section.

I wrote this story in response to an email, copied below. Be warned, this a new genre for me, plus it’s about a part of the world, culture, and country I have never visited. I have tried to write this in the style of English as a Second Language to match the requester’s style. So apologies for any errors.

hello, i am Cathy 25 y.o. girl, longhaired blonde, petite, 52kg 168cm, I study university for teachers, 2 years ago i was on my practice in school and teached 2 month young boys about 15 years old. Now i meet them in dance club, they are about 17 and horny. i have fantasy about they persuade me to show them my tits and then jerk their cocks, i think 2 boys i let them fuck me. could you write story with my theme???


My name is Katerina Antinov, I teach high school. I stand 1.65 metres tall, fair skin, slim, athletic build, 34-24-28 with C cup breasts, long blond hair that reaches my bottom, light blue eyes, pretty face. My legs are a little longer than average, for my height. My breasts are not big, but they are bigger than average for my frame, and are very perky. The men and boys find their solid, conical shape irresistible. I like the attention, so I often wear half bras that finish just below my nipples, with thin cotton tops. The result is my firm breasts stand up and are noticed with my stand-out nipples making it clear there is only the one cotton layer between the air and my skin. I keep fit by running and doing martial arts, I have a black belt in Tai Kwon Do; handy to keep the boys in line.

Two years ago I was doing my final year of studies to be a teacher at the university in Kiev. Part of the studies is to attend a school to watch experienced teachers at work, and teach classes under their direction. This is called work experience and in-class assessment. My teacher will observe me in the classroom, and rate my performance at the end of this time, as will the experienced teacher I work with.

For my work experience I am sent to a school halfway across the city. This school is like most of the government schools, a mix of boys and girls. For four weeks I work at the school two days a week, Tuesday and Thursday, just watching the experienced teacher. This is followed by eight weeks working three days a week, Monday, Wednesday, and Friday; preparing lessons in the morning and teaching classes in the afternoon. It is fun work I like. I love being the centre of attention.

The first day I was at the school I was introduced to the experienced teacher, and he told me to wait until the class were all seated before entering the classroom. The first class was of fifteen year old students, and I had all their eyes on me when I walked into the room. By the time I was standing in the middle of the room and being introduced I could see all the boys had erections. After being introduced I took off my warm coat, it was a very cold day, and placed it on a coat hook on the back of the door. Walking over to the chair the teacher had set aside for me I noticed most of the boys now had damp patches on their pants instead of erections. Some of the girls were squirming in their seats, too. I was very touched, and excited, knowing I had done that.

The time at the school was very good. All the boys and male teachers tried to get me to go out with them, and so did many of the girls. But it is not allowed for teaching staff to date students, and none of the teachers interested me as much as did most of the students. All the students were fit, very fit; the boys were real hunks and the girls were very sexy. Physical fitness was a major thing in this school, because many students from this school went into military service. It was a way out of the poor areas of the city in which they lived.

If it was not for the rules I would have dated several of the students. But, alas, that was not to be - then.

After graduating as a teacher I had to teach at a school in Kiev for two years. After that I was sent to teach at Odessa on the Black Sea. A beautiful place to live and work, a nice holiday destination for many people. I soon find a very nice place to live, and settle into the local community.


I find it interesting to be living and teaching in Odessa. A nice city with plenty of recreational facilities, and a good flow of international tourists as well as holiday makers from all of the Ukraine. The students are the average mix of high-school students; some low achievers, some high achievers, some slobs, some hunks, even some nice looking girls (some were very tempting). But no matter how tempting, nothing happens with students, because it is not worth the risks. What a pity!

I had been in the city about three months when I decided to go to Chkalovo Beach on a weekend, how refreshing, how nice. Most nudist beaches you see all the women are nude and the men are covered up. But at Chkalovo, although it allows people to go nude or in a swimsuit, it is the men who often go nude while all the women go topless. Very refreshing, I love walking along the beach nude, watching all the men stand to attention while I go by, much more so if they are lying down at the time.

Walking along the beach I see a young couple I recognise. Walking up, I say, “Sveta, what are you doing here?”

My cousin turns around, smiles, and gives me a hug. She says, “On our holiday, and you? This is Michail, my boyfriend.” I give him a good hug. When he stands back his dick is at full attention, looking down, she says, “Damn you, Cat, I have spent all morning getting that down, and you awaken it again.” We all laugh.

I reply, “I work here in Odessa, teaching high school in the northern part of the city, and living over that way, as well. Not far from the school.”

We chat for some time while we walk down the beach. They tell me of a dance club they found a few streets back from the beach, and suggest I go there. I will not tell you the name of the club, because I do not want to be sued, or worse - since you never know who owns a club like that. I have arrangements for the rest of this weekend, but arrange to meet them and go to the club next Friday night.

The Club

We arrive at the club, and the entrance fee is stiff, almost double for most of these types of clubs. But inside, what a club. The latest in lights and equipment, the music is loud enough to dance to on the floor, and be background music while seated, because it is not so loud it drowns out talking. Wondering how they do this I look very hard at the ceiling, and find they must have over a hundred speakers in the ceiling. The tables and chairs are top quality and comfortable, well worth the cover charge. But what makes it a very good deal are the staff, all young men and women in very skimpy clothes. And so tight I have to look close to make sure it is not just paint. They are all hunks, and well worth taking home for the night.

I am still looking around, when a voice says, in my ear, “Well, teach, what do you want?”

Turning, I see one of the waiters standing beside me, he is looking down the front of my dress, and his erection is adding a more pressure to those tight shorts he is wearing. After a few moments of working my way up his body from his crotch to his face I recognise him - Gregor, one of my students from my student teacher days.

Smiling, I reach out, and say, “I will start with a straight coke and this,” while I rub his erect organ. He sighs, and wiggles when he writes the order on his pad. My cousin and her boyfriend place their drink orders, and include some snacks for us.

Turning to Sveta, I say, “He has grown a bit since I used to teach him, and nicely, too.” She laughs.

Looking about the club I notice Gregor at the bar talking to another ex-student, Olav, and he is a real hunk now, as well. They must work out a lot. Gregor turns and points at me. Olav turns too, so I wink at them both, and lick my lips. They both smile back.

For the next three hours Sveta and I take turns dancing with her boyfriend. We know each other well, so we do not poach, but do enjoy winding up the other’s catch. Finally it gets too much for him. He says, “Sveta, either we leave for the hotel now, or I fuck you on this table.” Smiling, she stands, takes his hand, and leads him towards the exit.

Seeing my drink is empty, and my friends are leaving, while I stay, Olav comes over to ask, “Want another drink, Miss?” I nod and I order another coke while he picks up all the empty glasses to take them away.

When he brings me my drink, he says, “What do I have to do to see your tits without any clothes?”

Smiling at him, I say, “Become my slave, for life.” He laughs, and walks away.

When I finish my drink I look around, Olav is at the bar. I catch his eye, and tap my empty glass. He nods, and turns to the bar. Soon he is walking across with my new drink.

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