Erotic Stories Professor Novels & Stories

“I’m not sure if you calling me Professor Alessandro is erotic to me or disturbing.” XXX

“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.”

DANGEROUS AFFAIR WITH MY PROFESSOR. Chapter 3. Elena’s heart leaped as she stared at the sight of the huge dick that welcomed her in, her throat went dried and she felt her pussy tingle for the first time, wetting her pants. “What the hell?” the professor groaned fixing his huge erect dick into his trousers. “How dare you walk into my office without permission.” he groaned getting up on his feet. Elena reached to the floor, gathering all the scattered files together.

“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.

“I want you to jerk off for me. Right here, nice and slow. Show me exactly how badly you want that grade.” I froze, my face heated up. This can’t be real. But my body was already responding—my cock thickening at the sheer dominance in his voice. I unbuttoned my jeans with shaky fingers and shoved them down along with my boxers, letting them pool at my ankles. My half-hard cock sprang free as I sat down, legs spread, completely exposed from the waist down in front of my professor. “Nice,” He murmured, his eyes locked hungrily on my cock. He leaned back against his desk and palmed himself through his slacks, watching me. “Now wrap your hand around your dick and stroke nice and slow. Let me see

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.

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..."