Erotic Stories Professor Novels & Stories

“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.”

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.

So, he walked us out of the bathroom without breaking his hot fiery kisses? “H-Hey…” I tried to push him but he is gripping me tightly. He is not letting me free myself even just for a minute, and he is sucking the air out of me, leaving me breathless. I eagerly tapped his shoulders as if to convey a message that I am losing air to breathe. He let go of my swollen lips but only for a minute, then he started devouring my lips again. The door of my room suddenly burst open and I was found by my friends in that indecent position with my professor on top of me, kissing me hungrily. I forcefully pushed Professor Fortez. Oh no! This is trouble! What should I do now?

I knew that I would obey her like the law until the end of my life. She was my queen, my universe, my world, and my everything. I didn't know what would happen to me if she ever left me, but I think I might go insane. We may have started our relationship in a forbidden way and ended up in pain, but this time, I'll do my best to make sure that our new beginning will end up in euphoria. I am Dashiel Davin Carter, the Psychopath Professor of Marra, and I am her Psychopath Lover. And now, I could hereby say that the class has officially dismissed. The End.

The click of the cap was loud in the quiet room. He coated his fingers and reached between my legs. I sucked in a breath when the first one pushed inside. I was still tender from the club, and my body remembered him even when I wanted it not to. He worked me open with the same patience he used for everything else, slow, sure, watching my face the whole time. When he lined himself up, the thick head of him pressed against me, and the whole thing suddenly felt too real. "Are you really sure about this?" I asked. The words came out rougher than I meant. I was naked under my professor.

So hard from thinking about what was going to happen in the next moment , because the more I thought about it , the more intriguing it was for me and I just couldn’t place my hands on it . “ You are so horny Rissa , he said and with that he raised up skirt up to my waist And my pant was the only thing that could be seen . I could feel my breathing going up and down and I just couldn’t help but imagine if this was it . I could not help my feelings. I thought that this was cool but then my dreams were coming through . My professor grabbed my legs and bent down , and right before I knew it , his tounge was right on my Pusey sulking tge hell of it .

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.