Erotica Professor Novels & Stories

“Yes, Sir. I’m your greedy slut. Please… I need your cock.” He didn’t make me wait long. He freed his thick erection and rubbed the head slowly up and down my soaked slit, coating himself in my arousal. From the other side of the curtain, Principal Hargrove’s voice droned on about academic honesty. Professor Blackwood pushed inside me in one long, slow thrust. I had to bite my arm to stifle my moan as he stretched me open. “Fuck… you’re so deep,” I whimpered, my fingers digging into the metal chair in front of me. “I love how you fill me, Professor.”

The same mouth that had been on me last night. Professor Elias Thorne. The man I fucked senseless in a hotel room. The man I was supposed to marry. He scanned the room and his eyes landed on me. I could see the same recognition I had on my face, flash through his. But it was gone in a second as he cleared his throat and stepped onto the podium. “Good morning,” he said calmly. “I’m Professor Thorne. Welcome to Advanced Literary Theory.” For a moment I just remained transfixed. Mara nudged me. “You okay? You look like you saw a ghost.”

he ordered. I sucked his fingers into my mouth, tasting myself, my eyes locked on his. The wickedness of what I was doing, bent over my professor’s desk with my skirt around my waist, sucking my own juices off his fingers, this made my pussy throb again with fresh need. Professor Kane smiled darkly, pulling his fingers free with a wet pop. “Good girl,” he murmured. “But we’re just getting started. Tonight you’re going to learn exactly what extra credit really costs.”

“Taking advantage of your student like this. Such a dirty whore professor, spreading your legs for me in your office, in your apartment, letting me cum inside you. You’re nothing but a cock-hungry cunt who uses her power to get fucked.” His words were harsh, degrading, and they made me even wetter. He pounded into me harder, the wet slap of his hips against mine echoing in the shower. “Say it,” he demanded, gripping my ass tightly as he railed me against the wall. “I’m a slut,” I moaned, clinging to him. “Your slut professor. I take advantage of my student because I’m a desperate whore for your cock.” Sophia and Marcus watched from the bench. Sophia’s hand was between her legs, fingers rubbi

I never imagined that the professor I considered a beast at revising was far more predatory than I had ever envisioned. He lifted my small frame and sat me on his desk. The short skirt I wore made it easy for him to reach my most sensitive areas. Mr. Jefri lowered my underwear and spread my trembling thighs wide. He pulled the lever on his swivel chair to lower himself, allowing his touch to easily find my deepest folds. "Aahhh... Sir..." I moaned in pleasure. My hands gripped his hair as he worked. My hips moved instinctively, seeking the deepest sensation of his play.

“Don’t ascend without me. I still have to tell you about this hot professor.” “Oh right,” I say. “Start talking.” The massage begins and I almost forget she is there until she speaks again. “So, classes have been chaotic,” she says. “But also entertaining because my literature professor this semester is unnecessarily good looking.” “Unnecessarily?” “Yes. Unnecessarily. Like he’s rude for being that fine. If someone looks that good, they should be boring or bad at teaching but no, he’s a genius. I suffer every class.” I laugh softly, the massage making my voice come out lazy. “Do you know his name?”

Leo is downstairs and dressed in his usual leather jacket style, you would think twenty two years old man won’t want anything to do with his fifteen year old self, but he is the Same, just in a harder and taller body. My professor is sitting alone, nursing an Americano. He looks calm and composed, like we didn’t just have a leg shaking make out session on the stairs. Just seeing him got me excited. My body remembering how his hands kneaded my ass with perfection. I shivered again. This time with want. I wonder if I will ever stop wanting him. “I’m ready.” “Finally.” Cecilia groans. I keep my eyes on my professor who sat so still you’d think he was a statue.

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?

Hera stood up when Sir Clinton said that. "Thank you Sir." Hera was grateful for this and bowed slightly to the teachers there then to Sir Clinton. Only to smell his manly perfumed that soothed on her nose. His scent was bearing. Omy god! She just want to bid goodbye why would she have to compliment his manly scent? She hurriedly get out of the faculty while her heart was beating fast because the professor was staring at him for the last time as if he had done something very wrong. It looks like he doesn't want her to get close to him because every time, Hera accidentally gets close to that professor in the classroom, he always looks at her as if she did something wrong.

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.