Erotic Stories Professor Novels & Stories

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?

With his legs parted, sitting like a king, I felt a shiver run through my body with the power he had. Professor Marison brought his drink to his lips and moved his eyes up and down my body, the movement so sensual that I could feel it in my core. He took a sip from his glass cup and lowered it. I paid attention to his lips and bit the inside of my cheek when he licked his lips. Flashes of his tongue going down on me filled my head and I cursed him. The devil of a man smirked again then rose to his feet. Disappointment suddenly filled me. Was he leaving?

“Amara? Are you there?” That voice. Sweet. Pretentious. It dripped honey, but beneath it was venom I’d grown to recognize far too well. My throat closed. My knees shook. “…Nina,” I whispered, my body vibrating like a leaf caught in the wind. The professor’s chest rose and fell in a long, low sigh, his hand finally slipping away from my waist. My skin burned where his touch left. Slowly, he pulled back, straightening himself with an air of annoyance, as if nothing had just happened.

“Fuck, just like that baby. Make me come, make me come in your pretty little hands.” My eyes were closed and my head was thrown back. It felt like I had gone to heaven and back when she used her thumb to rub the tip of my dick. “Lena,” I groaned, clutching to the table for support. “You like this? Do you like this, Professor Knight?” It was torture that she's calling me by professor. She stopped for a second and I opened my eyes to see her removing her blouse and bra. Her breasts were now exposed to me. What was she planning on doing?

My life had officially turned into a bad soap opera or one of those overly dramatic campus dramas that people make fun of online. After a few minutes, I finally took a deep breath and opened the door only to nearly crash into him. “Professor Eric…” I stopped myself. “Eric, what are you doing here?” He rubbed the back of his neck. “I needed to talk to you. I’m sorry… for not telling you about Darcy. Or that I was divorced. I just…” “No, I get it.” I held up a hand. “You don’t owe me your entire backstory. I can see now why you were so hesitant before. I mean…” I gave a bitter laugh. “You have a daughter who’s basically my age.”

“This could get you in trouble. It could get me in trouble. I could lose my license.” His voice was forceful like he was trying to convince himself more than me. But the bulge straining against his trousers betrayed him. His body already made the choice for him. “And that’s why you locked the door, Professor,” I whispered, heat in my voice. “If you don’t tell, I won’t tell.” “You’re so young,” he breathed, almost to himself. “I’m way above the legal age, and I give you my consent, Professor Collins.” I stared up at him, lips parted, voice thick with desire. “My pussy drips for you. Please take it.”

The forbidden part made it hotter. Now she was enrolled in Elias’s advanced seminar on erotic literature and taboo desire. The class readings turned her on almost as much as Marcus did. Elias’s deep voice when he lectured, his commanding presence, it pulled at something deep inside her. She told herself it was just the material. But late at night, she wondered. Marcus pulled her close and kissed her roughly. “Imagine if dear old Dad knew. Professor Perfect would lose his fucking mind. His precious stepdaughter getting railed by his son like a cheap whore.”

He turned and caught me staring. His dark eyes darkened further. He stood slowly, towering over the desk, and took the books from my hands. His fingers lingered against mine again, deliberate this time. “That skirt,” he murmured, voice low and rough, sending heat pooling between my thighs, “violates at least three sections of the student dress code, Miss Blake.” My breath hitched. He was so close I could see the faint scar peeking above his collar, the sharp line of his jaw, the intensity burning in his gaze. For a moment, the cold, indifferent professor mask slipped, revealing something hungry underneath.

I answered her. “Sure! That would be great!” they beamed excitedly. I start telling them what happened, omitting some inappropriate scenes of me and Prof. Fortez. “I was in Professor Fortez’s office when she knocked on the door. Prof. Fortez opened it and asked what she needed. She asked him out for a coffee date, but he declined her offer. She pushed him in and shamelessly invited herself inside. She clung her arms on professor’s nape and pressed her body close to his---” I stopped narrating the incident when I saw them demonstrating the scene.

Mr. Willis is young, energetic, and stunningly handsome. All the qualities you wouldn't expect from a substitute economics professor. Soon his classes become one of the most attended classes on campus and the populace as you'd expect are hot horny babes. Jean Harrison, a straight grade student and aspiring nymphomaniac wants the new econ professor and she soon learns bitterly she can't have him. Michelle Peyton, another straight-grade student too afraid to come out of her shell, wants a taste of the new professor but she's clueless about what to do. Jean finds out how to kill two birds with one stone using Michelle and get what she wants, which is Mr. Willis's hard cock smashing her down.