Novel & Cerita Erotic Stories Professor

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.

Seriously, what is happening to me? He turned around and walked to the whiteboard. He started writing on it after picking up the marker. I moved my head down. I don't want to look at him. He is making me crazy. "Oh, my god, Inaya. Our English professor is so hot." Anu whispered in my ear. "You can date him. I'm giving you the green signal." I glared at him instantly. She is saying nonsense. "What? Don't you find him hot?" She asked, raising her brows in shock. I think she has lost her mind. He is indeed hot but that doesn't mean I'll date my professor.

his finger brushed over the line of my panties and a breathy sigh left my mouth, “You can either take it eagerly like a good girl and get rewarded or try to fight it like a bad girl and get punished.” I moaned as he pushed my panties aside, and his finger casually brushed over my folds. It was so sensitive that I jolted upwards. “Professor.” I moaned shamelessly and grabbed his hand. He smirked at me before removing his hand that was now coated with my wetness, raised it to his face, and stared at it like a scientist would stare at a specimen before taking the fingers into his mouth, and he licked them clean. I combusted on the spot.

Step by step, he closed in, his gaze openly predatory. My legs gave out, and I slid down the door. “P-Professor… I’m sorry… I shouldn’t have looked at those pictures…” Sarek stopped. He raised his hand and… With a smack, he slammed a thick stack of papers into my arms. “What’s on your mind?” he said coldly. “Since you’re so interested in werewolf anatomy, repeat this chapter—Reproduction and Breeding in the Werewolves—ten times in writing. Don’t leave until you’re done.”

His fingers twitched, and he pulled back too quickly. I smirked. “You okay, Professor?” “I’m fine,” he said sharply. “Sure?” I asked, leaning closer. “You seem… distracted.” “Julian.” Just my name, but it sounded like a warning again. I leaned back, crossing my arms. “You keep looking at the bed.” His eyes flashed, and for the first time, he looked genuinely flustered. “I’m not…” “You are,” I interrupted. “Do you wish it were you on that bed instead?”

The numbers seemed to mock her, ticking away the minutes until her next class, a class she was dangerously close to failing. Her once-confident demeanor had cracked under the weight of slipping grades, and the girl who had always been the center of attention now felt like a fraud. The library, usually a haven of quiet study, felt suffocating. She closed her book with a frustrated sigh, her perfectly manicured nails tapping nervously on the wooden surface. She was Sadile Marconi, the most popular girl in her college, the one everyone wanted to be around. But now, she felt like an imposter, her carefully crafted image crumbling under the pressure of academia. A shadow fell across her table, an

His hand came under the desk again, fisting my hair—not pulling me away, but holding me there. Fuck, he like this! I bobbed my head, my tongue swirling the underside, taking more each time until he hit the back of my throat. Spit built up, dripping down his balls, his hips bucked, pushing into my mouth. My free hand slipped between my legs, rubbing my clit through my panties, they were soaked through. I am sucking my professor off in class, and no one knows, the dirtiness has me close already. He kept lecturing, but his words stumbled now and then.

He was delivering his lecture on classic literature, his voice calm and measured, but all Belle could focus on was the tension in his shoulders, the subtle tightness in his movements that only she seemed to notice. No one in the room had any idea of the complicated, messy emotions swirling beneath the surface, and Belle liked it that way. They could sit here, surrounded by students, playing their roles, Professor Alabaster and his student and no one would suspect a thing. But the intensity between them simmered, barely contained, like an unspoken secret that threatened to spill out at any moment.

**Host’s Introduction** Welcome back... Power can be the ultimate aphrodisiac. Especially when it’s held by a man who knows exactly how to break a woman down and rebuild her into his perfect little pet. Tonight’s confession is about a strict professor and his failing student — turned into a very personal, very secret research subject on the limits of female pleasure. This one is slow-burning, controlling, and deliciously filthy. Here is the confession of “Professor’s Pet Project.” ---