Tempting Female Teacher
Copyright© 2025 by Laxu
Chapter 6
Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 6 - Nick always had a crush on his beautiful English teacher, Mrs. Gavelle—a strict but stunning woman with curves that drove him crazy. She was married, kind, and completely out of his league... or so he thought. But everything changes when Nick discovers a shocking secret about her husband—something he was never supposed to see. Now, with temptation stronger than ever and secrets hanging in the air, Nick must decide how far he’s willing to go to get the one woman he’s always dreamed of.
Caution: This Erotica Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa mt/Fa Consensual Romantic Fiction Workplace Anal Sex Cream Pie First Massage Masturbation Oral Sex Safe Sex Sex Toys Squirting Tit-Fucking Big Breasts Teacher/Student Slow
She donned her clothes, but I confiscated her pantyhose, as well. I wanted her to go the rest of the day without anything but her skirt covering her crotch. She should’ve felt lucky I didn’t take her bra, as well.
“There’re a few more things we need to discuss before I go. When you get home, I want you to remove all your pubic hair. I want that part of you to be as smooth as the rest of your body.”
“Very well.”
I raised my eyebrows.
“Very well, sir.”
“Also, no more pantyhose and big ass panties. From now on, I only want you in thigh highs and thongs.”
“But I don’t have any.”
“Well, then guess who gets to go shopping ... And speaking of shopping” - I pulled out my phone and handed it to her - “there’s a few more things I need you to buy. Put your number in there. I’ll text you what you need to get later on.” Once she finished and handed me my phone I put it back into my pocket. “This’s the beginning of something wonderful, Carol ... I’d cheer up if I were you.”
The next day, as Mrs. Gavelle taught her class, I made a note of each time she referred to me by my name, which happened a lot. I kept raising my hand to ask questions and answer the ones she gave, and she never failed to say, “Yes, Ryan.” It was music to my ears.
Today, Mrs. Gavelle wore a dark-pink blouse, tight light-blue jeans and flat shoes. It wasn’t her sexiest look, but she still looked fucking hot. I couldn’t wait until we were alone. As the class quietly worked on their essays I got out my phone and texted Mrs. Gavelle:
“Call me into the backroom of your class. And bring the stuff I told you to buy yesterday.” I hit send.
A few seconds later, Mrs. Gavelle reached into her purse, pulled out her phone and read my message. She looked over to me. She hesitated, but then said, “Ryan, would you mind helping me with something in my backroom?”
With a smile, I made a note of her using my name again. “No problem, Mrs. G.” I stood then made my way over to the door of her backroom. She walked over to me, carrying a white bag. I opened the door for her and once she stepped inside I followed her and closed the door behind us. Mrs. Gavelle stood and waited. I walked up to her and pulled the bag from her hands.