Erotic Stories Professor Novels & Stories

“No, we eventually left the bar. The next thing I knew, I was in his bedroom.” His mouth forms the letter ‘O.’ “No way! How can I believe you that nothing happened?” I explained to her how I ended up in his room and how my craziness led to me wearing his clothes. “You were alone in a bedroom with a demigod, and nothing happened? You’re insane. Anya, I’d jump on him right away. You squandered a golden opportunity.” “You sound ridiculous.” “Because, well, why not? It’s not the first time a student has fucked her professor.”

he ordered. I sucked his fingers into my mouth, tasting myself, my eyes locked on his. The wickedness of what I was doing, bent over my professor’s desk with my skirt around my waist, sucking my own juices off his fingers, this made my pussy throb again with fresh need. Professor Kane smiled darkly, pulling his fingers free with a wet pop. “Good girl,” he murmured. “But we’re just getting started. Tonight you’re going to learn exactly what extra credit really costs.”

“It’s… fiction, Professor. Just a creative exercise. I was exploring the theme of power imbalance in mentor-student relationships for my thesis and… I got carried away.” He raised one dark eyebrow. “Carried away.” He turned the monitor slightly so I could see the screen. The paragraph he had stopped on was particularly explicit: the part where the fictional professor had the student bent over his desk during office hours, skirt rucked up, his hand fisted in her hair while he told her exactly how many points she was losing for every moan. My stomach flipped. Heat pooled low in my belly.

He knows exactly what he is doing and it makes me tremble more thinking of all this dark mysterious man could teach me. Fuck, he is a professor after all and I am his student. With his thumb pressed against my clit, he slides his middle finger inside my dripping cunt and I scream, his free hand moves from behind my neck to hold my neck in a mild chokehold. His lips never leaves mine as he thrusts into me with one finger.

With that, our professor called it a day and bid us goodbye. "Sir Estocapio is really a hotshot." "Yeah. I heard he's single too." "Gosh, when I got a chance, I will surely seduce him in his faculty!” “You’re crazy!” My eyes widened at what I heard my classmates were talking about in the back. What the heck? Are they pertaining to our Ethics professor? Are they talking about him maliciously!? "Hey! You're so stiff," Cherry whispered to me before tapping me on the shoulder. "You'll get used to the women who fantasize about our Ethics professor. Who doesn't? He's so hot."

To make matters worse, he taught us about arousals, wet pussies, hard cocks and orgasms in that deep voice of his. There wasn't a lecture my panties weren't soaked through. I had hundreds of written stories about the two of us doing the dirty. You can call me sick, I don't care. He was just too good looking and authoritative to let go of. My laptop was filled with my written imaginations of him making me squirt, giving him blowjobs. Professor Garrett lapping on my shaved snatch and many more. If anyone were to get ahold of my laptop, I was going to get expelled. But i couldn't help it.

My back was to him, I could feel his intense stare as his hands traveled to my still pink cheeks. "My sweet sweet boy, do you want me to jerk you off while I fuck you, while my dick touches your spot? hmm?" My sexy professor was already pouring the lube, preparing me for him, and teasing me with his condom-covered dick. I didn't even see when he was putting it on, but the strokes and the feel of his tall body wrapping my own were sending me a step closer to my climax. "Yes, Sir. Please." "Now I want you to be quiet, I know there are only a few students around at this hour but still...you're going to come on my cue. And until then I'm going to stroke your insides..."

Terror filled Professor Eric's eyes as he struggled to rise from the cold floor, but once again, his efforts proved futile. “ Now, let the fun begin” I muttered, clasping my hands together in excitement as I watched both men toss Eric's wife to the floor, both of them took turns, making out with her, Eric shrieked in pain and agony, feeling helpless, as he couldn't help but watch his wife being raped. With his hands clenched tightly and blood-soaked tears streaming down his face, Professor Eric pleaded for mercy. He crawled towards me, grimacing from his injury. “ Please, I promise I won't go closer to her anymore; please ask them to stop” "he shrieked loudly, unable to control the pain he f

I walk over to his table, take his hand and place it on one of my breasts. He is warm and powerful. I feel myself getting completely wet. While he keeps his hand on my breast he says, “Margherita, I don't want you to get any strange ideas or things to become inappropriate....” "What is appropriate, Professor?” I ask innocently. "Well, for example, it was inappropriate that you weren’t wearing underwear the other day,” he says. So he noticed!

But those attempts quickly realized they could never compete with the professor's loyalty to his work. When he looked at Isa, he could see it. Her eyes were dark... brown like a barren forest in a frigid, snowless winter night. Yet amidst the trees was a flame. It was the same spark Isa saw in her professor that now plagued her fantasies. The sin, immorality, corruption of it all... No. She's a student. The relationship between a professor and student should always remain chaste. Although if we lived in a lawless society, Theodore would have Isa's hands bounded and her ass branded with his belt.