Tempting Female Teacher
Copyright© 2025 by Laxu
Chapter 9
Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 9 - 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
The next day, at school, I was disappointed to learn Mrs. Gavelle did not come into work. Mr. Banks substituted for her, which raised all kinds of questions in my head. Why wasn’t she here? Was she okay? Where was she? Had I pushed her into quitting her job? And so on and so forth. But I soon received a text message that put my worries to bed:
“I’m sorry I didn’t come to work today, sir. Please forgive me. If you really miss me and want to punish me for skipping work, feel free to come over to my house after school. My address is 67 Honeydew Lane, Greenwood.”
I smiled then typed, “I’ll see you soon, my pet.” I hit send and pocketed my phone.
The rest of the day went by as normal. I learned, studied and hung out with my friends. Luckily, and because it was my final year, I got to leave the school after the seventh period. I headed to the parking lot, got into my muscle car and punched Mrs. Gavelle ‘s address into my satnav. Then I brought my engine to life and drove to her house.
Mrs. Gavelle ‘s house wasn’t huge, but it looked beautiful. It had a white picket fence and all. Passersby probably had no idea of the drama that took place in that house. I stepped out of my car, walked up to the front door and rang the bell.
She didn’t answer, so I rang it again a few more times. Eventually, she opened the door with a smile. My jaw nearly hit the floor. With her jewelry and glasses on and makeup applied perfectly, Mrs. Gavelle wore pink lingerie, black thin highs and candy-pink high heels. She looked fucking fantastic.
I regained my composure. “What took you so long?”
“Sorry, sir. I was busy with something.”
“You will be punished for making me wait.”
“That’s fair, sir.” She nodded.
“Now get on your hands and knees and lead me to the living room.”
I stepped inside, closed the door and she did as she was told. When we reached the living room I took a seat on her couch and placed my feet on her wooden coffee table. I looked around Mrs. Gavelle ‘s home. I had to admit, it looked as good on the inside as it did on the out. “Get on your feet,” I said and she did. “The bra and panties are to come off, right now. But everything else is to stay on.”
She reached behind her back, unclipped her bra and slid it down her smooth milky arms. She dropped it to the floor, hooked her thumbs into her waistband and pushed her panties to the floor, as well. I was pleased to see her pussy was as smooth as the rest of her body. “Good slut.” I nodded. “Now get into the kitchen, pour me something to drink and fix me a sandwich. I’m starving.”
“Yes, sir.” She nodded and headed to the kitchen.