Erotica Professor Novels & Stories

“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?”

The student's eyes lowered to the name of the professor for the course. Theodore Ashford, PhD Department of Psychology Professor & Dean for College of Social Sciences Isa let her hands glide over her keyboard for a quick G****e search. Something had to be off for a class like this to not be full yet. What she found was a world-renowned psychologist with dozens of publications, two uploaded TedTalks, a New York Times interview, and... To say the professor was just hot would be much less an understatement than a blatant insult. Through just the aggregates of pixels on her screen, Isa could sense the poise and presence the man carried with him. And, God, was the man attractive.

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.

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.