Novel & Cerita Erotic Stories Professor

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!

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."

His eyes were a storm, full of intensity and emotion - none of which she could get any read on. The eroticism of the encounter was practically tangible, but both parties did their best to ignore it. The professor was used to it. Isa wasn't the first student to try and play this game with him. And they never won. Theodore had been with women - many women for that matter. He was aware he was attractive, call it cockiness or just self-awareness. Student and faculty had thrown themselves at him repeatedly. But Theodore never mixed work with pleasure. It was the only way to avoid any legal issues and possible bad press. Having his eyes set on being president of Wentworth University, Theodore need

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?”

A student had been sitting right there, asking questions about the syllabus, completely unaware that Ryder was unzipping the professor’s dress pants. Ryder closes his eyes for a second, recalling the musky scent of the man’s arousal, the heat radiating from his groin. He had pulled the professor’s thick, hard dick out and wrapped his lips around the head, tasting the salty bead of precum. The professor had been stuttering through his lecture, his face flushed a deep crimson, sweating as he tried to maintain eye contact with the student while Ryder deepthroated him, taking his cock all the way to the back of his throat.