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I gasped, gripping his shoulders. "Oh God," I moaned softly. "We can’t do this. You’re my professor. You’re married." "But you want it." He pumped his fingers faster, thumb circling my clit. "Tell me how long you’ve been touching yourself thinking about your professor." "Since my first semester," I admitted breathlessly, hips rocking against his hand. "Every time you praised my work in office hours, I got wet. It’s so wrong." "Damn right it’s wrong." He added a third finger, stretching me. "I’m twice your age. Your professor. And you’re going to come on my hand like the needy little slut you are underneath that professional act."

Story 5: private tutor with Professor 1 ANNA I have always had a big crush on my young professor, and I don't find it odd or disgusting. My professor who is young and handsome, sexy and well-muscled is every woman's dream and it isn't strange for me to have thought about him I want him, and I wouldn't deny that but I know it's impossible between us. He is everyone's favourite and can get any woman he wants and I know he wouldn't be interested in a shy person like me.

"Naked on your professor’s desk leaking all over yourself. If the dean walked in right now and saw me fingering my best student we would both be done." He added a third finger and fucked me with them rough. I moaned and gripped the edge of the desk. My cock throbbed in his hand. "Please sir," I begged. "Fuck me. I need your cock." Professor Reed pulled his fingers out and slicked up his thick cock with more lube. He lined up the head and pushed in one long thrust. I gasped loud as he sank all the way inside. So full. So deep. "Fuck yes," he groaned. "This tight student ass belongs to me now."

While he discussed a novel with the class, his hand slipped under the long tablecloth and rested on my thigh. Then his fingers moved higher. He unzipped my pants quietly and pulled my cock out. While he continued lecturing in his calm professor voice, he stroked me slowly under the table. I had to pretend to take notes while my professor jerked me off in front of twenty other students. Every time I got close, he would stop and squeeze the base until the feeling passed. Then he would start again. By the end of the seminar I was shaking. Victor dismissed the class and kept me behind.

I’m not a fucking predator zade and on no condition will I ever see her more than the little girl she’s, I’m seven years older and the last person I would get involve with is my step sister for fuck sake she’s just 21. I saw the smiles appear on their faces as both of them whisper something to each other. I knew they would always mock me about it just as they found my job as a professor quite amusing. My eyes scanned around the camera again as I looked at the girls entering the club. Somehow I found myself looking at the vip section but something caught my attention. When I looked at the screen the familiar pair of brown eyes starred back at me, that hair and that fucking face on the table a

He leaned back against the edge of his chair, crossing his arms on his chest while he waited. I swallowed hard, my throat dry. "She's twenty and still innocent. I want to ruin that innocence slowly and filthy. Spread her legs wide on my desk and teach her how to take every inch of my cock down to her throat, making her gag and drool spit down her chin." My voice cracked on the word cock, and I felt fresh slickness soaked into my panties instantly. My nipples hardened again, aching and straining against my shirt. I could not believe I was saying all these words out loud to my professor. He didn't move an inch, but his eyes were so much darker, hungry and intense.

He was making her nervous and she didn’t know why. He continued reading the names until they were finished. Once done, he walked back towards the desk and immediately started talking about what they were going to take this year and what to expect. He took out a chalk and turned around to start writing some points on the board while he talked. Kayla opened her old purple notebook, which she was still using, and immediately began taking notes. Her writing was neat and she was a fast writer, meaning she could keep up with him. As time passed, their eyes kept traveling towards each other. Kayla couldn’t understand what this feeling was. he was her professor and she shouldn’t be feeling attractio

And her? She was just an average girl with an average family. There were too many loopholes in their relationship. But she would never allow herself to be misunderstood like that. So she took in a deep breath and told him fiercely, "You're right, nothing good would come out of our relationship. I should end it and I am better than allowing myself to fall for the one person I shouldn't have. However," She took a bold step forward, raising a warning finger in his direction, "I didn't fuck my professor for grades. If you thought that of me then you never knew me at all," She took another step, "I gave him my body because I wanted to. It was consensual." They were now standing toe-to-toe, "Telli

“Faster. Tell me what you imagine I do to you.” “I imagine you bending me over this desk,” I gasped, plunging two fingers inside. “Fucking me hard while the class is in session. Making me stay quiet.” Professor Hale groaned and cupped my breast, pinching the nipple. “Naughty girl. You need a real lesson in control.” He replaced my hand with his own, thick fingers pushing deep. They stretched me better than mine ever could. “So tight. Been saving this pussy for your professor?” “Yes,” I moaned, hips rocking. “Only for you.”

He fucked me mercilessly against the desk — deep, powerful strokes that made my tits bounce and my moans echo through the empty lecture hall. “Such a perfect campus whore,” he growled, spanking my ass hard. “Cumming in front of everyone like that. You loved it, didn’t you?” “Yes, Professor,” I sobbed, pushing back to take him deeper. “I loved it.” He reached around and rubbed my clit fast and rough, forcing another orgasm out of me. I squirted again, soaking his trousers and the floor as I came with a broken scream. Professor Crowe groaned and flooded me with thick ropes of cum, grinding deep as he marked me one final time.