Romans & histoires Hot Professor

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-

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.

Then I heard footsteps approaching from inside. The door opened, and my entire body instantly went stiff. Professor Thiago stood in front of me. His hair was still damp, like he'd just stepped out of the shower. A few wet strands had fallen across his forehead, and somehow, paired with those ridiculously blue eyes, he looked even more attractive than usual. My knees nearly buckled. Fuck. How was it even legal for someone to look this hot?

Story 5: private tutor with Professor 1 ANNA I have always had a big crush on my young professor, and I don't find it odd or disgusting. My professor who is young and handsome, sexy and well-muscled is every woman's dream and it isn't strange for me to have thought about him I want him, and I wouldn't deny that but I know it's impossible between us. He is everyone's favourite and can get any woman he wants and I know he wouldn't be interested in a shy person like me.

“Sooo… was that really Professor Kieran?” I sighed. “Yes.” She gasped, eyes wide. “No way. He gave you a ride?” “It’s not what you think,” I said quickly. “It was raining. He offered. That’s it.” Sandra gave me a teasing grin. “You know, it doesn’t have to be nothing.” I shot her a look. “Sandra.” “What?” she said, hands up in mock surrender. “He’s young, he’s hot, and so is Dante. Honestly, Lessie, if I had professors like that, I wouldn’t be complaining.”

The air didn’t feel right. It was too hot for a Maine evening, and it smelled like someone was having a giant barbecue in the middle of the forest. Caspian was still standing by the window, his nose twitching. He didn't look at the monitors. He looked at the line of trees. "Sera," he said. His voice was low and tight. "Get away from the vents." "What is that smell?" I asked. I walked toward the center of the room. "Is it the heater? It’s April, why is it so hot?"

I asked, unable to hide my amusement. “I’m going because I love hot things. I mean, that’s exactly what my pussy craves—hot older guys. That’s to say our hot yoga coach is older, but God… Bee, I think I might start cumming just by thinking of him right now. I’m telling you, one session and you’ll forget all about work stress and that asshole Roland.” Her words painted a vivid picture that sent an unexpected rush through me. I imagined it for a second—strong hands guiding my form, a commanding voice that could make me focus on nothing but my cunt.

She froze when she heard his voice, "Or at least I think that's what they like to do to any professor that refuses to give them pointers." She spun on her heels and caught sight of him, staring at her. He was leaning against the lectern, dark eyes accessing her through his glasses. Maya shivered at the intensity of his gaze and had to bite the inside of her cheek to keep from purring, He looked dangerously hot. His hair for the first time was messy on his head but something told her that it was intentional, some silky strands fell at the front of his face and it made him look even more hotter. Maya sauntered towards him, purposefully swaying her hips seductively,

Sharp, incredibly sculpted nose, high cheekbones, and a strong jawline covered in just the right amount of stubble. His eyes were dark and simply mesmerizing, and would casually lock with mine during classes. Full, succulent lips that always made me bite down on mine when I looked at them. His voice was so deep, so smooth, and so velvety that I recorded it once during classes and fingered myself while listening to it and imagining the fingers were his. Hey, don't make that face. You'd do the same if you were in my shoes. Gosh, this man was so unreasonably hot. He was the kind of professor who made you question your morals.