Erotica Professor Novels & Stories

“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.

His hand came under the desk again, fisting my hair—not pulling me away, but holding me there. Fuck, he like this! I bobbed my head, my tongue swirling the underside, taking more each time until he hit the back of my throat. Spit built up, dripping down his balls, his hips bucked, pushing into my mouth. My free hand slipped between my legs, rubbing my clit through my panties, they were soaked through. I am sucking my professor off in class, and no one knows, the dirtiness has me close already. He kept lecturing, but his words stumbled now and then.

I knocked several times, pressing my ear lightly against the door as if I might catch some small sign of movement inside, but the silence remained complete. I was about to try again when I heard footsteps approaching behind me. One of the security personnel walked toward me from the side path, his posture straight, his expression polite. He recognized me immediately and gave a slight bow. “Good evening, Miss Ravenna,” he said. “The professor isn’t in. He left on a short trip.” “Do you know where he went?” I asked quickly, the question slipping out before I could stop it. He shook his head apologetically. “No, miss. He didn’t say.”

She had not meant to be so vulgar but the memory had come to her so suddenly. “I would not say it like that,” the professor said, dipping a hand in his pocket. “Sex was a form of worship for those devotees.” He was staring in her eyes again now, and all the feelings that had taken backstage for the past few minutes came alive again. He produced a pack of cigarettes from his pocket and raised it to her face. She plucked a stick from the bunch, without breaking their gaze. The Professor slipped one out too, and raised a lighter between them.

Our professor, although old, is not an idiot. I sit in my chair, more or less quietly, while reviewing...uh...what am I reviewing by the way? It doesn’t matter because this damn Jer continues to improve his petting. He parts the flesh of my entrance and sighs contentedly next to my ear, feeling my moisture on his fingers. Damn, where did that come from? I’m not...excited, am I? No! No! No! I cannot be! And it is indecent. I’m a good girl and not some slut.

"I know you're an adult, but you have to remember our situation, Ms. Moore. I'm your professor and you're my student. No one should have a clue about this, okay?" "Y-yeah, I know that." "Okay. Now, telling by this situation, you want pleasure, and I can give you that. Have you ever...used toys?" Azalea swallowed hard and shook her head. "Do you touch yourself?" Her brown eyes met his stare and she nearly passed out. His stare is much different. It's filled with lust. "Um...n-no, I've never." "Hm..." He gazed away. "I-is that bad?" "Hm? No, it's not, but now that we've reached common grounds, we can start. Not today of course, but, tomorrow night I'll join you in your room. Are you okay with

I threw my head back and began to moan throatily and loudly, forgetting my surroundings, as my pussy began to tense and — “What the fuck?!” The familiar voice was like being doused with a full bucket of ice water. Arousal fled immediately and I jack-knifed to a seating position even as I automatically ripped the sodding wet dildo out of my pussy. I was trembling from head to foot as I scrambled off the desk and turned to face the angry professor. Professor Calix Eleftherios was here! In person! I was dead! I was officially dead! Calix Eleftherios was even more handsome than I remembered in a navy blue turtle-neck sweater and a pair of stone-wash jeans. He was also angrier than I had ever see

With his legs parted, sitting like a king, I felt a shiver run through my body with the power he had. Professor Marison brought his drink to his lips and moved his eyes up and down my body, the movement so sensual that I could feel it in my core. He took a sip from his glass cup and lowered it. I paid attention to his lips and bit the inside of my cheek when he licked his lips. Flashes of his tongue going down on me filled my head and I cursed him. The devil of a man smirked again then rose to his feet. Disappointment suddenly filled me. Was he leaving?

Already, she could see the lust floating unhindered in the air; the female students were already going gaga. “Good morning everyone, I’m Professor Noel. I will be taking you on the biochemistry of the human body.” Clean voice too. Many pants were really going to be dropping soon. She didn’t think the man would be oblivious to them for so long. Girls could be very creative when they were seeking people they were desperate for. And even though she sensed that the man was only attuned to her, she wasn’t moved by it, nor did she behave like she was aware of it. Kaden would have the professor’s head if Jutul should report the matter to him.