Erotica Professor Novels & Stories

My back was to him, I could feel his intense stare as his hands traveled to my still pink cheeks. "My sweet sweet boy, do you want me to jerk you off while I fuck you, while my dick touches your spot? hmm?" My sexy professor was already pouring the lube, preparing me for him, and teasing me with his condom-covered dick. I didn't even see when he was putting it on, but the strokes and the feel of his tall body wrapping my own were sending me a step closer to my climax. "Yes, Sir. Please." "Now I want you to be quiet, I know there are only a few students around at this hour but still...you're going to come on my cue. And until then I'm going to stroke your insides..."

He commanded, not taking his eyes off her, even for a nanosecond. Emma bit her lips, as she thought of the appropriate lie to concoct. She needed to do this and get out of here, suddenly irritated with the presence of the professor, that close to her as she wondered if he had done these to other girls, forcing their will to do what they didn't want to do. He is even more than a pervert. She thought, remembering a documentary she had watched some months back about a doctor who uses hypnosis to have sex with his female patients, whilst wreaking havoc in their respective homes. Then, she had wished that the man would be tortured, his penis cut off in slow motions, rather than being put in jail.

************************* This story is about Student and Teacher relationship. Synopsis A Professor named John Gatchalian is secretly obsessed with his student named Myraquel Gonzaga. Prof. John intentionally dropped Myraquel grades. The only way she can pass and graduate is to have sex with her Professor.

I moaned loud and needy, the sound ripping out of my throat as the burning heat of his dick throbbed against me, so real and heavy and way bigger than that dildo I had been riding earlier. My heavy tits squished against his bare chest, my stiff nipples dragging over his skin and sending sharp sparks straight down to my clit. He stared down at me with those dark hungry eyes, breathing rough, and I got a little bold even though my knees felt weak. My voice came out breathy and trembling as I looked up at him. “What were you doing on that app, Professor? You’ve been watching me this whole time? Making me spread my greedy cunt and fuck myself like a nasty little whore for you while you stroked t

**Host’s Introduction** Welcome back... Power can be the ultimate aphrodisiac. Especially when it’s held by a man who knows exactly how to break a woman down and rebuild her into his perfect little pet. Tonight’s confession is about a strict professor and his failing student — turned into a very personal, very secret research subject on the limits of female pleasure. This one is slow-burning, controlling, and deliciously filthy. Here is the confession of “Professor’s Pet Project.” ---

Then the server came to take our order. Professor Reed barely looked at the menu before ordering the roasted squash tart, black pepper pasta, lemon-butter trout, and blood orange panna cotta. My fingers stopped against my water glass. I had mentioned all of those. Two months ago, when my thesis had nearly driven me insane, I sent my anonymous boyfriend a screenshot of this faculty club’s seasonal menu. If I survive this thesis, I’m coming here for the trout and that blood orange dessert. He replied almost immediately. Noted. When we meet, I’ll take you there.

“Professor Kane! That’s not okay to ask. I was only doing literary analysis.” He stepped right up close, towering over her. One big hand gently lifted her chin so she had to meet his eyes. “Don’t lie to me. I watched you during my lecture on erotic tension. You kept squeezing your thighs together when I talked about powerful older men corrupting their innocent protégés. Tell me the truth right now, or this paper gets an F.” She swallowed hard. “Okay… yes, it turned me on. But this is wrong! You’re my professor. You’re more than twice my age.

My eyes closed. “Eyes on me, Celine.” I forced them open. He was stroking himself, his fist moving slowly up and down his shaft, his eyes locked on my working fingers. The obscenity of it—spread out on my professor’s desk, masturbating for him sent a fresh gush of wetness between my legs. This was better than what I wrote. “That’s it,” he coaxed, his voice a drug. “Make that pretty pussy clench. I want to see you cum.”,

"Vane is texting me. My friends from the studio are texting me. Everyone is sending the same link." "It’s just a picture," Caspian said. "It’s not just a picture! It’s us," I said. I clicked the link. It was a website called Aethelgard Truth. The photo was blurry and taken from far away. It showed us at the head table. My head was tilted toward him, and his hand was clearly visible on my leg under the edge of the white cloth. The title in big, red letters said: PROFESSOR’S PET: IS THE ST. CLAIRE GIRL PAYING TUITION WITH MORE THAN JUST SKETCHES?

"Naked on your professor’s desk leaking all over yourself. If the dean walked in right now and saw me fingering my best student we would both be done." He added a third finger and fucked me with them rough. I moaned and gripped the edge of the desk. My cock throbbed in his hand. "Please sir," I begged. "Fuck me. I need your cock." Professor Reed pulled his fingers out and slicked up his thick cock with more lube. He lined up the head and pushed in one long thrust. I gasped loud as he sank all the way inside. So full. So deep. "Fuck yes," he groaned. "This tight student ass belongs to me now."