Erotic Stories Professor Novels & Stories

"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.

The sudden control took my breath away entirely. "You think you can just walk in here and distract me?" he murmured. He leaned in close, his face just inches from mine. "You think because I touch you in the dark, you get to break the rules in the light?" "Adrian..." "Professor," he corrected sharply. "You call me Professor when you are in this building." My stomach flipped violently. The taboo thrill of his words made a heavy, wet heat pool instantly between my legs. "Professor," I breathed.

But she was still striking enough to inspire many a love letter from the disillusioned, tortured writers who flocked her English 101 lecture. For a Literature professor, whose specialty is romantic poetry, there was nothing remotely soft and romantic about Erica. She always had a pained expression on her face, as if being happy would suck the very life out of her. "It's not Simon's," Eden said and held her gaze challengingly. But it's her father who charged into the battlefield first with all his accusations.

The way he said dripping made my clit throb. I raised my hand again before I could stop myself. “So in your opinion Professor what separates the literary fantasy from something that could actually happen? Say right here in this room. Would the spark feel the same if the professor looked at a student like he wanted to bend her over the desk after class?” The room went dead quiet for a second then a few nervous laughs broke out. Marcus’s gaze snapped back to me sharp and intense. He stepped closer until he was only a few feet from my seat. I could smell his cologne something woodsy and masculine that made my mouth water.

“Hey, what's wrong with your face?” “I just... Someone pissed me off.” “That guy over there, huh?” Shanon refused to look at Anthony because she knew Anthony expected her to do that. “He’s an ass.” “You know him? I saw you chatting with him.” "He's my professor on campus." “Wow, you have a really hot professor. How could he possibly teach without getting naughty glances from his students?” “Sorry, Tom. I don't want to discuss it. Give me that drinks, I'll deliver them to our customers.”