Erotic Stories Professor Novels & Stories

“Correct. The professor who claims his student is not merely breaking a rule—he is enacting the sacred through the profane. He owns her body as the price of knowledge. She gives it willingly, because the shame is the pleasure.” He placed a hand on her lower back—possessive, casual to anyone watching, but she felt his fingers brush the bare skin where the blouse tucked into her skirt. “Now,” he said to the class, “let us consider the physical manifestation of transgression. The body as text. The professor as reader.” His hand slid lower, just under the hem—out of sight from the students, but she felt his fingers tap the jeweled base of the plug once. Ivy gasped, the sound sharp in the quiet r

“This is our school’s specially appointed doctoral advisor, a nationally recognized young scholar, and the author of three first-author papers in Nature, Professor Alva Jackson.” The moment he finished speaking, the entire room fell silent. “Wait... what? Alva Jackson... is a man? And such a young professor?” “I can’t believe this. Eric was just swearing he was some kept boy, and it turns out he’s an actual PhD advisor?” “Spreading a sexual rumor about a professor right in front of the professor himself... that’s next level.” As the whispers spread through the room, all the color drained from Eric’s face. He staggered back two steps and nearly knocked over the chair behind him. He looked com

I asked in almost a whisper, finding it hard to believe she would weave such a story in her head. Yeah, we kissed, but that didn't mean we were dating! That man forced his delicious kisses on me, and I couldn't resist it. "Alright, alright, I might have exaggerated that part, but I don't believe whatever she says. Do you know how many hot wealthy girls have gone to the professor with their bodies? If the professor was a playboy, he would have fucked a lot of them, but he didn't. From what I'm seeing about him, he's pretty wealthy, and the school management respects him immensely," she whispered, and I rolled my eyes.

All of my students loved me, and seemed to love my teachings. When the first year ended and the second year began, I was not prepared for the influx of young girls, students, throwing themselves at me. I was disgusted. It's an unspoken tradition at this school that every professor would end up sleeping with a student by the end of their second year teaching. That didn't happen with me. The students we have here, or at least the ones I end up teaching, are all spoiled rich kids. The girls are bratty, and not in the way I like.

"Or should I say Noah? The perfect little student who can't look me in the eye during class, but here you are fingering yourself like a desperate slut, asking strangers to watch.” My face was on fire. How did he know? The heat in my stomach made me panic. I tried to turn away, but he held me down harder, and his erection pushed against my butt crack through his trousers. It was thick and hard—oh my god, it felt huge. "Professor, please—" "Shut your mouth." Three of his veined fingers pushed into mine, stretching my lips wide.

One hand reaches around and rubs my swollen clit in tight, relentless circles while the other tangles in my hair, yanking my head back. "Look at you," he growls against my ear. "Bent over your own desk like a cheap whore. Tits out, skirt around your waist, getting fucked by your student while people walk past the door. Does that make you wetter, Professor? Does knowing you could get caught at any second make this cunt even tighter?" "Yes," I sob, shame and pleasure twisting together in my gut. "It's so filthy... I shouldn't want this... but I do. God, I want it so much."

Fingers, tongue, cock, every inch that's what is left. His lecture didn't go smoothly as usual, slides blurring as his eyes traced my cleavage, breathing shallow. "Precisely. The... release." The pointer shook slightly as I uncrossed legs deliberately, flashing garter. I watched satisfied as he gasped, audible. The whole class began to notice his uneasiness, my phone vibrated. *Mia: GO GET DADDY PROF. Film creampie!* “Class's over.” Prof Will's voice rang across the hall.

************************* This story is about Student and Teacher relationship. Synopsis A Professor named John Gatchalian is secretly obsessed with his student named Myraquel Gonzaga. Prof. John intentionally dropped Myraquel grades. The only way she can pass and graduate is to have sex with her Professor.

he said as if he were reading my mind. “Holy shit,” I mumbled, tightening my hold on the cup. “Well…let’s get this show on the road. As you know, I am Professor Elias Grey, and it seems there has been some sort of…improper pairing. My wolf and I recognized us as mates, but nothing will come of it,” he insisted. A brow slid to my hairline. “Improper pairing? Is that a fancy way of saying that the Moon Goddess made a mistake? I hadn’t expected you to be so blasphemous.”

“I’ve seen him. He’s like… a fifteen out of ten.” He pauses thoughtfully. “Maybe he’s gay.” “The hot ones usually are,” Delilah replies with a sigh. “Pff,” Tessa scoffs. “You clearly haven’t found the right men.” She flips her hair over her shoulder. “That’s what relationships do to you at this age. You get boring. Stop being adventurous.” She points at herself proudly. “You can leave the new professor to me.” I roll my eyes playfully. Suddenly a ripple of whispers spreads through the hallway around us.