Erotica Professor Novels & Stories

He growled to her, his huge hand wrapped around her throat as he wrecked her wet coochie. El was creaming all over her hot Professor's fat cock, moaning like the dumb whore that she was. I whispered the dirty words as I typed away. "Ram my pussy sir, cream my cunt please. Fuck me harder." I whined softly. My glasses were fogged from the heat. The heat in the class or the one my body was producing, I didn't know which one was hotter. I've been obsessed with this man since I transferred to the school. Professor Garrett was my Sex Education lecturer. To make matters worse, he taught us about arousals, wet pussies, hard cocks and orgasms in that deep voice of his.

He fucked me mercilessly against the desk — deep, powerful strokes that made my tits bounce and my moans echo through the empty lecture hall. “Such a perfect campus whore,” he growled, spanking my ass hard. “Cumming in front of everyone like that. You loved it, didn’t you?” “Yes, Professor,” I sobbed, pushing back to take him deeper. “I loved it.” He reached around and rubbed my clit fast and rough, forcing another orgasm out of me. I squirted again, soaking his trousers and the floor as I came with a broken scream. Professor Crowe groaned and flooded me with thick ropes of cum, grinding deep as he marked me one final time.

“I want you to jerk off for me. Right here, nice and slow. Show me exactly how badly you want that grade.” I froze, my face heated up. This can’t be real. But my body was already responding—my cock thickening at the sheer dominance in his voice. I unbuttoned my jeans with shaky fingers and shoved them down along with my boxers, letting them pool at my ankles. My half-hard cock sprang free as I sat down, legs spread, completely exposed from the waist down in front of my professor. “Nice,” He murmured, his eyes locked hungrily on my cock. He leaned back against his desk and palmed himself through his slacks, watching me. “Now wrap your hand around your dick and stroke nice and slow. Let me see

“Failing on purpose just so you could get fucked by your professor, weren’t you?” “Yes, Professor!” I cried. “Please… fuck me harder. I’ll do anything for an A.” He pounded me mercilessly, hips slamming against my ass. His thick cock hit deep, battering my G-spot with every thrust. I came hard within minutes, walls clenching around him as I squirted onto the expensive carpet. Professor Blackwood didn’t stop. He pulled out, sat in his chair, and pulled me onto his lap, impaling me on his cock. I rode him desperately, tits bouncing in his face as he sucked and bit my nipples.

She moaned quietly — a needy sound that went straight to my groin. I suddenly don’t give a Fuvk about my plans or job anymore…. This bitch was hot…. Maybe I’m just like the other lecturers…. I crave her. “Professor… touch me more,” she whispered, grinding slowly against me. The heat of her body through the thin layers was torture.

Tyler looked between them, stunned. She knew she should grab her things and run. Instead, she slid off the desk on shaky legs, turned around, and bent over it—ass up, skirt still bunched around her waist, presenting her soaked, freshly-fucked pussy to her professor like an offering. Tyler muttered something and quickly left, the door clicking shut behind him. Professor Voss stepped forward. His big hand came down on her ass in a sharp, possessive smack. “Good girl,” he murmured, voice rough with barely restrained hunger. “Now let’ssee how loud you can really scream.”

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."

His expression went blank again. My chest tightened painfully as panic and embarrassment ate me whole. I looked down immediately. “Ria…?” Maya whispered beside me. “Why do you look like you’ve just seen a ghost?” Because I have. The man who gave me an orgasm last night is standing in front of the entire class, introducing himself as our new professor. I forced a small shake of my head. “Nothing.” She didn’t look convinced, but she let it go. Professor Thiago turned to the board. But before he fully turned, his eyes met mine again. It was just a quick glance but I saw his jaw tick.

“Take out my cock Ever” After a few seconds of hands trembling and threats from the professor Ever finally takes out his huge semi hard cock. Her tongue immediately wet her lips of their own volition. “You like what you see?” Ever nods again, still entranced by the huge cock before her. “Like I said, you use your words with me, is that clear?” “Yes sir…” “Good. Now get on the table” Ever doesn’t waste time as she quickly sits on the table and spreads her legs wide showing her glistening pussy to the lust eyed professor. “Fuck baby, you’re so beautiful”.

He leaned back against the edge of his chair, crossing his arms on his chest while he waited. I swallowed hard, my throat dry. "She's twenty and still innocent. I want to ruin that innocence slowly and filthy. Spread her legs wide on my desk and teach her how to take every inch of my cock down to her throat, making her gag and drool spit down her chin." My voice cracked on the word cock, and I felt fresh slickness soaked into my panties instantly. My nipples hardened again, aching and straining against my shirt. I could not believe I was saying all these words out loud to my professor. He didn't move an inch, but his eyes were so much darker, hungry and intense.