Erotica Professor Mga Nobela at Kwento

They think that it should be free. "Affirmative, professor." Morgan said to the professor. "I need some release from all this stress. Come here Celeste. Ride my dick," the professor said to Celeste. "Yes, professor," Celeste replied to the professor and dutifully slowly undressed as the professor love her teasing him in a strip dance. A slow beat played inside the room.

“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.”

A student had been sitting right there, asking questions about the syllabus, completely unaware that Ryder was unzipping the professor’s dress pants. Ryder closes his eyes for a second, recalling the musky scent of the man’s arousal, the heat radiating from his groin. He had pulled the professor’s thick, hard dick out and wrapped his lips around the head, tasting the salty bead of precum. The professor had been stuttering through his lecture, his face flushed a deep crimson, sweating as he tried to maintain eye contact with the student while Ryder deepthroated him, taking his cock all the way to the back of his throat.

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.”

"So you're saying it doesn't connect?" Snickers from the back grow louder. "I'm saying it's outside the scope of this lesson." He tilted his head just slightly. "Or maybe it's difficult to connect?" More laughter and whispers. Heat crawled up my neck. "How does she not know the answer to a student's question... but she calls herself a professor" Someone whispered loud enough for me to hear. I don't know if he was deliberately trying to make me an object of mockery but it was genuinely pissing me off.

“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