Erotic Stories Professor Novels & Stories

“Nude.” My entire body went rigid. “What the hell?” His expression remained frustratingly composed. “You heard me.” “You cannot be serious.” “I’m perfectly serious.” I let out a sharp, incredulous laugh, stepping backward and putting space between us before I did something stupid, like forget this man was my professor and throw the nearest object at his head. “You told me to follow you to your office, blackmail me with my scholarship, and now you’re asking me to take my clothes off for you?”

Good thing he has his trusty jock strap on or the evidence of his turgid erection would have been obvious to a growing audience of curious students, alarmed staff, angry guards, along with his sexy infuriated ex-wife. Oh my lord, that dominatrix side of her is such a turn-on that my dick is now stretching through its bindings. But even the idea of being near her is such an exciting erotic experience that I know I'll be sorry if I didn’t have this jock strap on. Well, I can always enjoy the pain while looking at her, sniffing her scent, imagining her large soft breasts in my hands… “Make this fast, Eddie. I have a class waiting for me.” Fine, a quickie it is then, my dear professor.

With her agreement, Professor Miles steps back and allows her to grab her bag and scurry out of the lecture hall. A small smirk tugs at his lips as he slips himself back into his pants just as the first of his next lecture's students comes walking in. He knew that the students would be able to scent that someone had recently had sex within the room as they entered, and a feeling he hadn’t felt in a long time, especially since he had lost his mate, ran through him. The thrill of anything…

When the call ended, she let the phone fall on the bed, Her body trembled, this time not from Tristan but from the fear and dread eating at her inside. End. ⚠️ Reader Alert: Things get wild, the following chapters after this contains LGBTQ+ romance, harem/reverse harem dynamics, and explicit sexual content including gang bangs. Reader discretion is strongly advised. Proceed only if mature content is okay for you. (Sex With My professor) The lecture hall hummed with low chatter until the heavy iron doors swung open, the sound cut through the room, pulling every eye toward the man striding in. Professor Ethan Metch.

“Why do you want to know?” She shrugged. “Research.” “Research?” “I’m a human sexuality professor. Remember?” “That would explain your knowledge. What did your fingers do in Brian’s ass? I thought he was going to blow off the back of your head when he came. And came. And came. I didn’t think it was possible for a guy to come that long. That wasn’t some regular ass probe. You did something in there, didn’t you?” She winked at him. “That’s my secret.” And yes, that did explain her knowledge. Eric understood and she scarcely knew him. She’d been married to Jeremy for three years and anytime she wanted to try something new, he’d been certain she was cheating on him.

“Professor Kane! That’s not okay to ask. I was only doing literary analysis.” He stepped right up close, towering over her. One big hand gently lifted her chin so she had to meet his eyes. “Don’t lie to me. I watched you during my lecture on erotic tension. You kept squeezing your thighs together when I talked about powerful older men corrupting their innocent protégés. Tell me the truth right now, or this paper gets an F.” She swallowed hard. “Okay… yes, it turned me on. But this is wrong! You’re my professor. You’re more than twice my age.

A student yelled, "Krakens and witches!" “Vampires!” someone from the crowd answered, causing Professor Dove to smirk. Although Eira's first impression about her new professor was bad, by the end of her lecture she had become everyone’s favourite. She had the most amusing tales to share about how she had come across many vampires. The class had laughed, probably assuming there were just made-up stories but the confidence in which she had spoken stirred something suspicious inside of Eira.

My laptop history was a testament to it—the endless tabs of dark erotica, the niche p**n sites, the stories that pushed boundaries most people wouldn’t even consider. Liam, bless his vanilla heart, had never understood it. He’d barely understood a missionary position on a Tuesday night. But Draco… Draco understood. He didn’t just understand; he fed it. He was a walking, breathing manifestation of every dark fantasy I’d ever scrolled through. And now he was my professor. The thought should have sent me running for the hills, transferring departments, changing my major. Instead, it made my clit twitch. My body, always so quick to betray me, was already anticipating the next encounter. The next

We laughed and then my eyes fell on my hottie professor. He's looking at us suspiciously. "Now I want more details about your master professor." As Anu said excitedly, I looked at her. "Wait, first let me message him." She nodded and I typed the message. Me: You won't believe it that Anu and Cabir are also in a BDSM relationship My hottie Professor: It would be unbelievable for you, but I had already doubt on them. Me: What? How?

I was not ready to tell her that I had slept with my professor who was a married man. I swallowed and shifted my gaze to Anthony who was standing before me with hands in his pockets and face blank. I looked past him to the students, wishing they would go back inside their rooms. I hated the audience we had and lord knows what Anthony wanted to do. “I… Can I help you, Professor Marison?” I asked with a heavy tongue. Anthony nodded firmly and looked away from me. I could see the struggle on his face. It was almost as if he was fighting himself from doing something wrong and I prayed he fought against it well.