Erotica Professor Novels & Stories

“Better; not as you seem to be, but I'm fine now.” “Please, Mrs. Daniela, come forward to the classroom; I have to talk to this student.” “Of course, little Angel, don't be late; I'm looking forward to seeing you,” she said, leaving for class. “Little Angel, you look good. Who would have thought that the great professor of psychology suffered from *the paraphilia of hybristophilia*? It's something like the last straw.” “I don't like married women; she's just a friend.”

With that, our professor called it a day and bid us goodbye. "Sir Estocapio is really a hotshot." "Yeah. I heard he's single too." "Gosh, when I got a chance, I will surely seduce him in his faculty!” “You’re crazy!” My eyes widened at what I heard my classmates were talking about in the back. What the heck? Are they pertaining to our Ethics professor? Are they talking about him maliciously!? "Hey! You're so stiff," Cherry whispered to me before tapping me on the shoulder. "You'll get used to the women who fantasize about our Ethics professor. Who doesn't? He's so hot."

“This is private. This has nothing to do with my teaching.” Dean Hargrove leaned forward. “Be that as it may, Professor, the optics are catastrophic. A respected literature professor secretly paying a student thousands of dollars to perform sexual acts on camera? And then placing that same student on academic probation when he enrolls in your class? It looks like retaliation. Or grooming. Or both.” My green eyes widened in horror. “That’s not — I didn’t know he was my student when—” “You admit it’s you?” the other board member cut in.

He pushed her against the shelves, his big hand sliding up under her short skirt, fingers finding how dripping wet she was for him. “You’ve been teasing me for months, haven’t you, Elena?” his voice growled in her mind. “Touching that needy little pussy under my desk while I teach. Such a naughty virgin slut for your professor.” She pushed two fingers deep inside her tight hole, pumping them fast while the vibrator tortured her clit. Wet, obscene sounds filled the room. Her hips bucked wildly. “Yes, Professor… I’m yours… please fuck me…” she whimpered desperately.

“Letting your professor fuck you on his desk like a little slut. Does anyone know how wet you get for me? Does any of those football boys fuck you like I do?” “No one,” I gasped, my breasts bouncing with every brutal thrust. “Only you, Professor. Only you make me this wet.” He tugged my nipples harder, leaning over me so his chest pressed against my back. His cock dragged against my G-spot with every stroke, sending sparks of pleasure through my entire body. “You’re such a good little student,” he groaned in my ear. “Taking my cock so deep. I bet you touch yourself thinking about me every night, don’t you?”

“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.”

“Your big dick is hitting so deep. I’m going to squirt all over your cock while I ride you.” Professor Caldwell grabbed my hips with both hands and started fucking up into me with savage force, meeting every bounce with a punishing upward thrust. The angle was perfect, his cockhead battering my G-spot relentlessly. I rubbed my clit frantically with one hand while still pinching my nipple with the other. “Cum for me, you filthy little bitch,” he snarled. “Squirt on your professor’s cock. Soak my balls and show me what a nasty squirting slut my top student really is.”

"I want you to tell me the truth. When you wrote that line about the professor and the student crossing the line, did part of you wonder what it would feel like?" Heat pooled between her legs and she pressed her thighs together under the desk. "That's not... I was analyzing the text." Adrian gave a small smile that didn't reach his eyes. "Of course. But your words carried heat. Real heat, like you know exactly how dangerous that kind of attraction can be." The room felt smaller and the no-fraternization memo flashed in her mind, but it didn't stop the way her body reacted to his nearness and she was afraid he might notice it.

Fingers, tongue, cock, every inch that's what is left. His lecture didn't go smoothly as usual, slides blurring as his eyes traced my cleavage, breathing shallow. "Precisely. The... release." The pointer shook slightly as I uncrossed legs deliberately, flashing garter. I watched satisfied as he gasped, audible. The whole class began to notice his uneasiness, my phone vibrated. *Mia: GO GET DADDY PROF. Film creampie!* “Class's over.” Prof Will's voice rang across the hall.

One hand reaches around and rubs my swollen clit in tight, relentless circles while the other tangles in my hair, yanking my head back. "Look at you," he growls against my ear. "Bent over your own desk like a cheap whore. Tits out, skirt around your waist, getting fucked by your student while people walk past the door. Does that make you wetter, Professor? Does knowing you could get caught at any second make this cunt even tighter?" "Yes," I sob, shame and pleasure twisting together in my gut. "It's so filthy... I shouldn't want this... but I do. God, I want it so much."