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I muttered, without thinking. Maya's mouth opened in shock. “Are you fucking kidding me right now, Ria?” She placed her hands on her hips. “He's currently the youngest and hottest professor in this college.” She muttered, turning to face the group of girls who were still glaring at me. “Look… look at how those girls are glaring at you just because he noticed you on his first day.” Then, she looked back at me. “Now, don't give me that ‘old man’ bullshit.” I gulped.

Mara opened her mouth to reply, but the door opened and everyone quieted down. The professor walked in, but his back was facing, so I didn't see his face at first. He had lean broad shoulders that filled out the white button-down sleeves rolled to his elbows. He had dark hair and a strong posture. A few girls whispered and giggled. Mara leaned over. “Damn, the new prof is fine.” I laughed under my breath. “You’re ridiculous.” Then he turned to face the class and my laugh died in my throat. Grey-blue eyes. The same angelic jaw. The same mouth that had been on me last night.

Will she really be seeing them all the time, as far as she knows, two of them are her professors. "Good morning. My name is Alistair King. I will be your professor for this year. You may only call me Professor King, and if I call on you, the reply is Sir, nothing else. Now in this class, I want contribution, utmost respect for me and eachother. This class is going to be difficult and if you feel like you can't handle it, walk out now. I will not be dealing with complaints at the end of any test or exams. Assignments will be given at the end of the week, individually or in groups, and every mark counts."

As she gazed through his transcripts she began to feel better about the possibility of finding somebody, and had the departmental secretary schedule a meeting with him later in the day. She slowly got out of her chair to stretch, and as she did it was easy to see why she was known as the hottest professor on campus. Pure black hair, which was pulled back in a ponytail, framed her beautiful face as she sheepishly gazed at the world through pale blue eyes. She was dressed in a tight black form fitting turtle neck which clung to her body as if it had been painted on. The fabric of the garment clung tightly against her flat belly and contoured her beautiful c cup breasts.

OLIVIA I’ve always had the hots for my professor. I know it’s wrong. I know it’s taboo but the man is hotter than a fucking furnace so, sue me. Professor Kade looks like a greek god come to life, with his high sculpted cheekbones, slanted blue eyes, thick dark hair and full pouty lips that are always pressed in a disapproving line. Those lips have featured in too many of my fantasies that I’m almost ashamed to admit it.

“He’s a good teacher.” Her jaw tightens almost imperceptibly. “Yes, he is. Very… dedicated to his students.” “Uh-huh.” “Some might find such dedication… appealing.” I tilt my head, playing dumb. “What do you mean?” “I mean,” she says, her voice getting that fake-sweet tone that makes my skin crawl, “that it’s natural for young women to develop… feelings for their professors. It’s quite common actually.” “Is it?” “Oh yes. The power dynamic, the intellectual stimulation…” She waves her hand dismissively. “It’s textbook psychology.”

Chapter 1: I Leak My Strict Pornstar Professor’s Filthy OnlyFans and My Pussy Throbs While the Whole Class Teases Her I slouch in the back row of the lecture hall, arms crossed tight under my heavy tits, glaring daggers at the front of the room. Professor Nadia Vale is up there again, commanding the class in her crisp white blouse that strains obscenely over her massive breasts, tight pencil skirt hugging her perfect ass, and those sexy librarian glasses perched on her nose. Mid-twenties, stunning, and a total bitch to me specifically.

How she managed to ferret out all the gossip was beyond me. “New professor?” I mouthed. She frowned for a second, then her expression cleared. “Oh, that,” she said, popping the gum into her mouth. “Yeah, it’s true. There’s a new professor in town.” “Someone said he’s hot,” I pointed out. “Uh-huh. I haven’t met him yet, but that’s what everyone’s saying. Apparently, he’s way hotter than any guy in school.” She paused for effect. “Even Ethan.”

The professor is very serious towards her. The girl calmed down because she seemed to feel a strange heat in her body for a moment when her hot and large palms landed on her arm. Hera seemed to want to hug the professor even though she was scared of him. She wants to know what it feels like to be trapped in his arms as if when he touches you, you can't get away. She wanted to feel what it felt like to hug his wide chest as if it were so hard. "Just show me the way on your home"

She cut herself off, flushing deeper. Sofia’s grin turned slow and sharp. “It’s sexy when a man is obsessed. Hot as hell when he wants to claim you. Own you a little.” Aria’s stomach did a complicated flip. “I mean… it feels like that, but—” “No. No buts,” Sofia waved a manicured hand. “Gir, do you know how many people want Professor Daddy?” Aria frowned. “What?” “I’m serious. I overheard two female profs in the faculty lounge the other day talking about his biceps. His biceps, Aria. Like they were ranking muscle groups.”