Hot Professor Novels & Stories

her Master's voice said, "Fuck her good and hard, spank her too and when you're done shove the plug back in." "Yeah, I remember," the deep voice said. The sound of lube being squirted and spread came to her ears as he chuckled. "You ready for this, bitch?" Her breath came out in a long hiss as he slowly pulled the large plug from her ass, the wide part passing her hole, momentarily stretching her. "I'm going to split your little ass wide open." He laughed again and she tried her best to relax as she felt his cock pressing against her opening.

He took my other breast in his mouth while he kept finger-fucking me, and my swollen pussy exploded with my squirt. The study room was indescribably hot at the moment, and the professor was the one that set the heat. “Ahh!” I bit down the moan that wanted to escape my mouth after the professor removed his finger from my pussy and also released my nipple from his mouth—my pink nipples were so swollen and looked alive. “You are so beautiful,” he blurted as he kissed my lips and placed me on his desk as he parted my legs, taking off my damp panties.

"I wasn't planning to go to the newspapers with news about your disastrous one night stand anyways. But just so you know, you and the big, bad professor are definitely going to get horizontal again." "Eww." "He's hot. You could do much worse." She waggled her eyebrows. Professor Buford wasn't just hot, he was a work of art. Tall, lithe, with high cheekbones, perpetually messy hair, those intense grey eyes and the expensive looking clothes that tapered to his body. It was unfortunate that he was a grade A asshole. I understood that his career could be hurt if what we had done came out, but he didn't need to keep me quiet with threats.

Seriously, what is happening to me? He turned around and walked to the whiteboard. He started writing on it after picking up the marker. I moved my head down. I don't want to look at him. He is making me crazy. "Oh, my god, Inaya. Our English professor is so hot." Anu whispered in my ear. "You can date him. I'm giving you the green signal." I glared at him instantly. She is saying nonsense. "What? Don't you find him hot?" She asked, raising her brows in shock. I think she has lost her mind. He is indeed hot but that doesn't mean I'll date my professor.

She moaned quietly — a needy sound that went straight to my groin. I suddenly don’t give a Fuvk about my plans or job anymore…. This bitch was hot…. Maybe I’m just like the other lecturers…. I crave her. “Professor… touch me more,” she whispered, grinding slowly against me. The heat of her body through the thin layers was torture.

When he does, he’s completely irresistible. He’s still laughing, so I ask, “Is Gomez gay?” Moon laughs harder. This time, his chin lifts, and all I can think of is licking and biting the thick cords of his throat. I haven’t had sex in months. So many months, it qualifies as more than a year. Moon makes me think of sex. Hot, dirty, satisfying… sex. Hot. My brain switches gears and moves to the temperature of my apartment. “You adjusted my A/C?” I demand.

Leath smiled out of respect to her old professor and because he still remembered how Leath was not fond of hot places. “Mr Kindler, it’s so nice to see you too,” And it was oddly refreshing to see an old guy after looking at Hayden Moreau for hours. “Honestly, I just want to lock myself in my room to escape this hot weather,” the old professor laughed while Leath fanned herself with her hand. She stayed beside her professor and even offered to help him hand the keycards, the old professor thanked her then gave half of the remaining keycards to Leath. “Mr Kindler, can I be in your class for the rest of the trip?” She asked while they were still handing out key cards to some students.

"He's too perfect." I glanced at them, remembering they had first informed me about a 'hot professor' in this school. "Let me guess, another hot professor?' I playfully rolled my eyes. "No, it's the same one!" Bri grinned. "Anna, show her." Anna extended her phone to me, exposing a photo of Brian in beach shorts and a surfing board hugged up by his side. I couldn’t help the way a pop of excitement filled my eyes. He was probably in college in this picture, and those gray eyes staring into my soul still had the same effect on me.

I hissed, face heating up, but Chloe leaned in, excited, "Ooh, spill! Is he old? Like silver fox old or young prof vibe?" I shrugged, playing it cool, "He's... intense, yeah, but nothing's happening, just a good teacher." Riley snorted, "Good teacher my ass, you were drooling over his lecture last week." "Shut up," I muttered, but laughed, because damn, she wasn't wrong, and Chloe was giggling, "Ava, you should go for it, professors are hot, forbidden fruit and all that." Forbidden, yeah, that word hit too close, but I forced a grin, if only she knew it was her father , "Maybe, if I feel like getting expelled." We kept going like that, back and forth, sarcasm flying Riley mocking Chloe's per

Kai's fingers trailing down my arm to the hem of my soaked shirt peeling it upward slowly exposing lace bra and goosebumps, their combined colognes overwhelming while I gasped soft because three professors touching me in a locked office felt like the dirtiest fantasy come alive, heat throbbing between my thighs as Theo murmured against my mouth. "Show us, Ava let your professors teach you what real passion feels like, starting right now."