Erotica Professor Novels & Stories

“He asked me for extra help on his essay… while I was still thinking about how tight his mother’s pussy felt around my cock.” Lila moaned softly, pushing back against his fingers. Professor Hawthorne unzipped his pants and rubbed the thick head of his cock up and down her soaked slit. “Tell me what you are,” he commanded. “I’m a bad mother,” Lila whispered, voice trembling with lust. “I’m letting my son’s professor fuck me behind his back.” “That’s right.” He pushed inside her in one smooth, deep thrust, burying himself to the hilt. Both of them groaned at the perfect fit.

“Count the spanks and thank your professor when I’m done. The first landed firmly, a crack that jolted me. “One. Thank you, professor.' The heat bloomed all over my body as the second hit harder. “Two. Thank you, professor.” By five, my ass stung, my skin was hot and my cock trapped against the bed leaking pre-cum. He varied from light pats mixed with sharp slaps to his hand lingering to squeeze after. “Six. Thank you, Professor.” My voice broke on eight, tears pricking from the intensity, not pain. At ten, he stopped, rubbing the red skin soothing me. “So beautiful. You’re marked by my hand but no more tonight.”

"Professor...ahhhh...ahhhh...ahhhh...your cock...your cock feels soooooo good...so good!" She couldn't resist her needs and started working her clit, frantically rubbing the swollen bud. She loved to feel cock stretching her, but she wanted more, "Professor...pro...uhhhh...professor, fuck me harder...uhhhh...harder, yeah...yeah...yeah...fuck...fuck me, professor...fuck me!" My thrusts were crazy hard and bounced her body forward over the desk; my dick molded her insides with its girth, and our slapping flesh filled the classroom with sounds of coed-fucking...music to a professor's ears.

"Or should I say Noah? The perfect little student who can't look me in the eye during class, but here you are fingering yourself like a desperate slut, asking strangers to watch.” My face was on fire. How did he know? The heat in my stomach made me panic. I tried to turn away, but he held me down harder, and his erection pushed against my butt crack through his trousers. It was thick and hard—oh my god, it felt huge. "Professor, please—" "Shut your mouth." Three of his veined fingers pushed into mine, stretching my lips wide.

He watched her until she had disappeared, frowning, and he realised that maybe there was something more going on with her. When she had first entered his lecture room, he had pegged her as a slut or whore, only here to score with either the Alpha or Beta students or the Professors; however, looking at her hollow and sad eyes and remembering everything he’d learned over just that afternoon, maybe it or she wasn’t as simple as he first thought. Professor Rhett shakes his head and walks further into Professor Miles’ office, and it seems he has found one of the professors she is fucking to pass her grades, as he can smell the sex and her scent all over him.

He threw his head back to laugh while my phone chimed. Opening it, it was a message from Raina: 'to save you from sounding old, here's the latest news from the gossip website (Link attached).' For some weird reasons, my heart started its abnormal pulsation. I swallowed hard and clicked on the link. "UPDATE ON THE PROFESSOR-STUDENT RELATIONSHIP (TRUSTED SOURCE). The female student and her professor have been seen driving to his home together. They spend an unusual amount of time together and are always trying to go out of town to hide their relationship. Rumor has it that she had spent the winter break with him.

His jaw tightened — he looked like he wanted to punish me right there. “Okay class, from today onward, this is your new professor. He’ll be handling your Biology class,” the principal announced. “Professor, you can introduce yourself.” “Hello class, I’m Professor Kelvin,” he said, his deep voice sending a fresh gush of wetness between my thighs. “I hope we all get along very well.” He began teaching, but my mind was nowhere near Biology. All I could think about was him bending me over his desk, spreading my legs, and destroying my pussy with that big professor cock.

"We only have a few minutes before this class will be over so I'll try and rush things." He turned to the large screen behind him and pressed a few buttons on the keyboard before placing his hands on the desk in front of him, eyes flitting across the screen and the projector on the other end. The professor began explaining the outline for the course and what we should expect for the semester, as he droned on about why we shouldn't slack off of any research given to us Jason leaned over to whisper in her ear, "Do you think it's illegal to ogle your professor's ass?"

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.

The vibrations make him twitch. “Fuck, just like that,” he growls. “Knew this mouth was made for cock the first day you walked in.” I pull off with a gasp, strings of spit connecting us. “Please, Professor, I need you inside me.” He lifts me by the arms, spins me, bends me over the desk. My skirt flips up, thong yanked to the side. “Look at this pretty cunt,” he murmurs, dragging two fingers through my soaked folds. “Already dripping for teacher.”