Hot Professor Novels & Stories

I’d stared at that name all semester, imagining what those strong hands could do if they ever touched me instead of just grading papers. I was twenty-one, a senior who had always played the role of the diligent student. Good grades, polite smiles, never causing trouble. But lately, something darker had been stirring inside me. Professor Kelvin’s deep, authoritative voice during lectures on forbidden desires in classic literature had awakened it. The way his eyes sometimes lingered a second too long when I asked questions, the way his broad shoulders filled out his crisp shirts — it all fed the growing ache between my thighs.

"I think I just saw a girl in nothing but a man's shirt pass by!" "Unacceptable! She can't have stolen our incredibly hot professor." "Doesn't she look kind of familiar though...?" Professor?! I went utterly rigid when Killian settled in front of the webcam and began to talk. "Good morning. I am Professor Abram. Professor Schultz was temporarily covering my class last week. I will be leading your Honors Biology course this semester."

Instead, I walk straight inside his cabin with my best smile. I see hotty's back, his legs on the window's frame in a relaxing posture. Suddenly I feel calm seeing him relaxing in his seat. I wonder what he looks like in sweatpants and a normal tee. I notice the moaning and panting sound engulfed in the room which is coming from hotty's phone. I look closely and see two naked bodies humping on his phone's screen. No, fucking. He is watching them having sex. He is watching P**N! IN HIS PHONE. IN HIS OFFICE! OPENLY!

Saachi opened her mouth to say something but immediately looked down when noticed professor gawking at us. The professor kay taught us metabolism, he was dark, short in his late 50s. Although he appeared angry but he reminded me of MARIO (a character in game). "Happy belated birthday" chirped carol looking at me. I smiled widely .Few others wished me too, after lecture was over. "Its so hot in here" said Afreen looking at saachi. "Yeah, this classroom sucks. Can't they install few more fans in here" said Kevin from behind. He was sitting behind me with Carol.

I'm just thankful to my brain that it's quite intelligent and I passed Irdium Colleges' scholarship test. Minutes of chit-chatting had passed and a handsome guy wearing a tucked-in, violet longsleeve with a purple necktie entered our room. He looks like a god that came down from Mt. Olympus to show his sexiness. Ugh. I think this is love at first sight. "Your mouth, Kath," Sophie said and pushed my jaw upward. "T-thanks," I said. This is the first time I saw a hot teacher like him. "Okay class. I'll be your teacher for this hour. I'm Janthony Go but you can call me Professor Jane." My eyes enlarged and I swear every girl that is containing their orgasms almost shouted at our professor for be

Everyone knows that foreign babes are hot and passionate. The conjecture about the new teacher became more and more intense in the school forum until someone came out and said that, according to reliable news, a male professor of 40 or 50 years of age came back. For a while, the YY atmosphere faded. Forty or fifty years old, no matter how rich experience—what about it.

The same mouth that had been on me last night. Professor Elias Thorne. The man I fucked senseless in a hotel room. The man I was supposed to marry. He scanned the room and his eyes landed on me. I could see the same recognition I had on my face, flash through his. But it was gone in a second as he cleared his throat and stepped onto the podium. “Good morning,” he said calmly. “I’m Professor Thorne. Welcome to Advanced Literary Theory.” For a moment I just remained transfixed. Mara nudged me. “You okay? You look like you saw a ghost.”

The halls are a bit quiet, with only two to three students pacing the corridors. "Four." Azalea peaked inside, noticing the semi-empty classroom. She's sure she counted about ten students. Her eyes then landed on her professor. He's dressed like any other male professor. Khaki pants, white button up, circular glasses, all the usual. Only thing that's different about him and the others is that he's got just a few strands of grey and he looks like the gym's best friend. He set the marker down and turned to the class. "So when you here about Alberto Dephonso you think-

he said as they began walking down the hall. "Louis, do you mind telling me what you do for a living?" She asked as Louis glanced at her, "Well, I'm a room server at the hotel," he replied as Ashley smiled weakly, "Are you happy there?" She asked as Louis sighed, "I'm grateful to have a job but sometimes the customers could be a bit rude and difficult, which makes my job sometimes distasteful," he explained as Ashley stopped walking.

I looked over to the side and I saw most of my coursemates whispered something amongst themselves as most of the girls giggled. My eyes returned to the podium and when I did our eyes ran into the other. Killian wore a dark pants and a lilac top, the shirt covered the tatoos but from the way he was built and his look he was the perfect definition of an hot professor. My own step brother is the professor of the one class that I needed more than anything, how could this even be. Class ended with Killian paying little or no attention to me and right now I was standing just beside my hall as I rang my mom's phone for the fifth time.