Erotica Professor Novels & Stories

Sloan? “Huh…” Eric sneered and did not continue to speak. This was a final warning. Toto gritted his teeth. “Although there was a small incident, everything is still within our control! That male professor who likes perfume must be gay!” Eric’s eyes turned darker. ‘Huh… Another unexpected turn?’ “I only found out that her professor is a man later, but this guy certainly can’t compare to you in any aspect, and they didn’t have any physical contact!”

He was the kind of professor who made you question your morals. His wide back tapered to a tight waist. His hands were big, and I know for a fact that I would cum multiple times with just his mere touch. He had an ass that filled his pants in the best way when he turned to write on the board. I've fucked him in my head for like a thousand times now. At literally every lecture, I imagined him bending me over his desk in his office, after everyone had left, that deep voice of his growling my name while he fucked me hard and deep, those broad shoulders flexing above me.

Warning: Explicit sexual content, professor/student relationship, power dynamics, rough sex, age gap. 18+ only. "Fuck—Professor—I can't—" "Yes, you can." Dr. Murphy's voice was a dark growl against Eve's ear as he slammed into her, his desk shaking violently with each brutal thrust. "You can and you will. Take every fucking inch."

"Spread those legs wider, Miss Henderson. Let all your fellow students see how your naughty cunt drips for your professor's fingers while I teach Calculus," Professor Lee said with a bored tone, the bastard wanting to make an example of Lucy, hoping to shame her cunt into cuming. Professor Lee’s thick fingers plunged knuckle deep into Lucy’s soaked pussy as she sat perched on the edge of his desk, skirt bunched around her waist. "Dick," she muttered low, closing her eyes to her mundane, routine humiliation.

“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.

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

Searing. “That’s for thinking about someone else’s name,” he said. “I wasn’t—” Another slap. Then another. I cried out, legs spreading wider from the force. “You love it,” he said, voice husky. “You want the pain. You want the shame. And you want my cock.” I nodded, breathless. “Please, Professor.” He unzipped slowly. Freed himself. Thick, angry, leaking. “Hands on the back of the desk,” he ordered.

Each boob embracing each other, their n*ppl*s delicately caressing each other in a slight motion. Lolita was a real sl*t, a busty secretary, unfortunately, I never wanted to f*ck her perpetually without changing the taste. Despite her beauty, after jerking, I was thinking about this new office manager–Professor Rita, who suddenly had caught my attention… *******

“Next time you show up for my class, make sure to be on time. She turns, rotating gracefully as if standing on a turntable. Standing in impossibly tall spiked heels, her leather and tweed pantsuit strains to cover her full, curvy figure. A bit of red peeks out of her collar in the form of a large bow, matching the color of her full, red lips. When our eyes meet, my pens clatter onto the floor, rolling away from me as my jaw drops open. Those gray-green eyes. I’d know those eyes anywhere, they've been haunting my dreams for the last three weeks. “You!” My mystery seductress, the one who took my virginity, is my professor.

I said, trying to convince her and myself too. She looked at me as if checking me out so I diverted my gaze, trying to focus my attention to Professor Esquerra. Prof. Jeremy Esquerra is also a good-looking guy like Prof. Trystan Fortez. Both of them are also good friends. Prof. Esquerra is our school doctor. He smiles often and more approachable than Prof. Fortez but I still find the latter more attractive. I am wondering why Professor Fortez is not yet here.