Affair With Professor Novels & Stories

I'm thinking it doesn't get any better than this and then, there's her husband, my English professor, in the door, watching. "Don't stop! She growls. I figured I'm screwed so I might as well see what happens. My professor, a nerdy, skinny guy watches for a few seconds and then comes in. I figure this is where I get hit. He steps up to his wife, drops his pants, and feeds his cock to her hungry mouth. I couldn't believe it. Turns out the whole thing was a setup. He and I fucked her all afternoon. It didn't feel weird either. I mean he and I bumped uglies a little, we did a DP and ended the day jacking loads on her face. College was good after that." Reliving the story got me hard too. Chaz ha

He sat in his office with glass walls, towering over the city skyline, fingers interlaced as he gazed at the newest headline illuminating his computer screen “Billionaire Bachelor Off the Market? Mysterious Artist Ava Rossi Caught in a Private Moment with Damien Sterling!” Damien exhaled sharply. His jaw clenched as he scrolled through the article, the speculation growing more absurd with every paragraph. The media had spun a simple interaction into a full-blown romance. Investors were already calling, their concerns as predictable as they were frustrating. A discreet cough pulled him from his thoughts. “Sir, we have a problem,” his assistant, Emily Vale, announced as she stepped into the of

he said clearing his throat. "So why are you looking at me through the mirror, I can see you, you know that right?" I said raising my brows. "I'm sorry for staring Mrs Martinez" he apologized. He kept his eyes on the road this time and I tool the time to checked him out. He's very muscular and handsome. Latoya you are married remember that and you can't have an affair, your husband will kill you. He's a jealous and very ignorant Mexican so be careful what you're thinking. My inner self blurt out at me which slapped me to my senses and I stop staring. Carlos would definitely kill me if I cheat on him.

His face was flushed and he was almost breathless. “Class,” I answered, watching impatiently as he tried to catch his breath. “What's wrong with you?” “Class? You don't have a class to teach today,” he pointed out, frowning. “Yeah. Milgram gave me her period to use. What do you want? I'm heading home now.” “No,” he said, then he shut the door and moved closer to me. “Have you heard the rumors going around?” “What rumors?” “I overheard two girls talking about a professor having an affair with a student and your name was mentioned,” he explained, looking at me as if he believed what he had heard.

I turned my gaze sharply toward Clara, needing clarification. Clara took a deep breath and raised her hand in a sign of surrender. “Listen, I don’t usually meddle in your love life, but the last time I saw Nate, he was voicing his concerns about the situation at the college and how your professor reacted. For some reason, he thinks you’re having an affair with your professor.” A cold sweat broke out on my skin. I knew I was innocent, but I didn’t want Clara to think I was a cheat. No matter how hard I tried, I felt trapped in a situation that was spiraling beyond my control. How was I supposed to explain this to Nate? How could I make him see that no matter how much I wanted to distance myse

My jaw locks so tight my teeth ache, sending a migraine straight to my brain. “His name was Asher Kingston,” I say finally, my voice low, thin. The sound of his name burns. “He was my professor in college.” My stomach clenches. My palms are slick. My fingers worry the hem of my sleeve, pulling at loose threads. “And I…” My lips part, but the word won’t come. I close my eyes and force it out. “I had an affair with him.” The revelation lands heavy in the air. I can’t look at him. My gaze drops to the rug, to the frayed edge unraveling thread by thread.

I ordered him, arched his eyebrows in bafflement, and pointed his finger at himself, " Me! are you asking me to come to your office, but why professor?" I look straight into his eye not wanting to repeat my words and he nodded his head and followed me to my office," close the door." I told him and walk to sit on my chair," You're the son of the chairman then why are you staying in Jennifer's apartment?" I straighten come to the point because now I don't have enough time to play the ridiculous games with him. " Oh so you want to know about this....so tell me professor what do you want to hear from me, a lie or the truth? " he scratched the corner of his lips with his thumb, arching his eyebro

Dr. Giovanni, the Vice Chancellor of Golden Lake University, held the paper that had been handed to him in his hands as he watched Chloe leave his office. He knew who she was; the student professor Ericson had been having an affair with. The affair lasted for a couple of weeks, about five, but all that had gone down the drain now. That hadn't been the reason why Dr. Giovanni had suspended professor Ericson, though. No. He'd known about the forbidden affair but didn't care at all which was very unprofessional of him.

"Isn't she the mayor's wife? So, it's true that she cheated on her husband?" "She deserved to be locked up in jail. People like her must not be part of this school. I even heard that she was having an affair with one of our professors." "It's not just that. Didn't you guys hear what she did last night? That woman beats her husband's two sisters in the toilet room. She better not get back to our school. She's an embarrassment to our prestigious university." Out of the corners of my eyes, I saw their faces - classmates, new friends, and even some of our professors - all their expressions ranged from shock to disappointment.

He looked good, too good, and that made everything worse. I couldn't look at his face properly. The embarrassment was overwhelming, crushing. I had kissed my professor, not just kissed him, I had initiated it. I had pulled him down to me, threaded my fingers through his hair, moaned into his mouth. Fuck you, Kaira. Fuck you and your stupid impulses. "Any problem?" Professor Zane asked, his voice rough. He was still catching his breath, still standing between my legs, his hands resting on either side of me on the desk.