Novel & Cerita Erotic Stories Professor

I got home, my parents weren’t home so I heated up some left over pizza and ate I went up took a shower and got the idea to take a sexy pic of myself and send to him I let my towel fall and I took a nude picture. And sent it to him in a view once setting He wasn’t online but he will get it later. I dialed coco “ hey girll now what’s the teaaaa?” “ how do you know there was tea?” “ you don’t ever call me to say hi bitch so tell me” She sounded so excited “ I almost fucked the professor” “ what? When? How?” “ today roughly 30 min ago” “ almost? What went wrong?” “ he had some crazy ass kinks you wouldn’t believe it”

It was another massive flood, filling me up, a hot rush that spilled out around where we were joined, dripping onto the desk below with soft, wet sounds. He collapsed over me, his weight pressing me into the wood, his breath hot on my neck. We stayed like that, joined, panting, covered in sweat and cum. His dick was still buried in me. I still couldn’t believe it, I had fucked my Professor, I mean I just fucked Professor Reed in his office. He leaned close to my ear. “Looks like your story just got a sequel.”

It’s the same as when a movie was terrible but I couldn’t leave things without finishing them, so I stay to the end and complain every second of it. “Its similar. But I enjoy the times when he is dominant professor.” He chuckles. “I can’t tell you what to do. You are stubborn and strong willed. But if hasn’t worked out all these while..” I sigh and sink into his body. “How long ago did you even have sex?” “Why does everyone keep asking me that?” “Because. Now answer.” “A long time ago. I become disinterested once their kiss does not feel as good as his.” I sigh, remembering my professor's expertise in kissing.

He commanded, not taking his eyes off her, even for a nanosecond. Emma bit her lips, as she thought of the appropriate lie to concoct. She needed to do this and get out of here, suddenly irritated with the presence of the professor, that close to her as she wondered if he had done these to other girls, forcing their will to do what they didn't want to do. He is even more than a pervert. She thought, remembering a documentary she had watched some months back about a doctor who uses hypnosis to have sex with his female patients, whilst wreaking havoc in their respective homes. Then, she had wished that the man would be tortured, his penis cut off in slow motions, rather than being put in jail.

She had not meant to be so vulgar but the memory had come to her so suddenly. “I would not say it like that,” the professor said, dipping a hand in his pocket. “Sex was a form of worship for those devotees.” He was staring in her eyes again now, and all the feelings that had taken backstage for the past few minutes came alive again. He produced a pack of cigarettes from his pocket and raised it to her face. She plucked a stick from the bunch, without breaking their gaze. The Professor slipped one out too, and raised a lighter between them.

He asked, horror evident in his voice, and I gave him a sexy look. “You will be a father, but to me, you are ever going to be my naughty professor, and I will forever be your slutty student; that's our forbidden love story.” “You missed one more qualification, a sexy housekeeper for her hot professor... you are the full package that I didn't subscribe for, but I got anyway.” He whispered, and he kissed me hard on the lips, while I stroked him gently, and my breathing was ragged when I felt his cock hard on my hand.

He reached over and grabbed the stack of papers. Her heart skipped a beat and she got a good whiff of his cologne. The both of them stared at each other, a form of heat expanding around them. It wasn't until the door opened that professor Thompson finally pulled away. "Well, Ms.Moore, thank you for lending a hand. I will see you next class and hopefully you're early next time." The man held out his hand and glanced at the person that stepped in. It's Mrs.Laime, she's a Spanish professor. "Oi dios mio. I'm sorry, I didn't know anyone was inside." She chuckles nervously.

Although I did like girlie things maybe because my best friend Rori was into it but here with Marcus I felt completely at home. "Yes its just a bit of mystery." I mused. Marcus pulled me into his lap at the desk chair and trailed his fingers down the exposed skin of leg between my skirt hem and stocking tops. It sent tingles through me and of course excitement but he rubbed gentle circles on my skin in a soothing manner. I told him what James had told me including all the details and Marcus listened intently. Marcus was a professor of Vampire history but he was an intellectual man and had a vast knowledge of magic and mystical things. If he didn't know something he knew how to research it an

“You like your professor’s mouth ruining your little pussy like this?” “Yes! Oh my God, yes—I love it—fuck—I love it, please don’t stop, please don’t stop, I need it so bad, I need you—” “You’re soaked,” he said, pulling back just long enough to drag his fingers out of me and slap my clit once—hard enough to make me scream again. “You’re dripping down my fucking hand. You came all over my mouth like a whore and you still want more?” “Yes,” I cried, legs twitching, hands clawing at the edge of the desk. “I’ll be a whore—just for you—oh my God, Professor, I want to be yours—”

“Next time you show up for my class, make sure to be on time. She turns, rotating gracefully as if standing on a turntable. Standing in impossibly tall spiked heels, her leather and tweed pantsuit strains to cover her full, curvy figure. A bit of red peeks out of her collar in the form of a large bow, matching the color of her full, red lips. When our eyes meet, my pens clatter onto the floor, rolling away from me as my jaw drops open. Those gray-green eyes. I’d know those eyes anywhere, they've been haunting my dreams for the last three weeks. “You!” My mystery seductress, the one who took my virginity, is my professor.