Hot Professor Novels & Stories

I was shocked beyond words, my body froze and my heart nearly stopped. “What a fuck!” I muttered before realizing. It was painfully obvious as I sat on the third row, just by the front. “So I'm Professor Calvin Caaden. I'm thirty and I have majored in Psychology for the past five years. An alumni of this prestigious college.” All these he said while staring at me, his lustful eyes which I saw last night were changed and in place of those were a pair of terrifying eyes directed towards me. “What's going on?” I turned to ask Eva. Everyone around the front and middle session here in the theater were distracted as they noticed the tension going on. Even those at the back sensed something was goi

The click-clack of a woman's high heels approaching the confessional stall gave the priest an unarguable guess of his next penitent's gender. The door swung open and almost immediately, the fragrance she wore stole the atmosphere. Fr Gregory became the curious cat. Well, he has always been. Then the overwhelming and compelling need to see this woman whom reminds him of Rose of Rome. This penitent who was there for absolution and whose fragrance reminds him of the years he hoped to spend his youth on the thighs of Rose an Italian beauty queen. Some how, this fragrance evoked feelings of sensuality and hot coitus desires even though it felt wrong at the moment.

“Taking advantage of your student like this. Such a dirty whore professor, spreading your legs for me in your office, in your apartment, letting me cum inside you. You’re nothing but a cock-hungry cunt who uses her power to get fucked.” His words were harsh, degrading, and they made me even wetter. He pounded into me harder, the wet slap of his hips against mine echoing in the shower. “Say it,” he demanded, gripping my ass tightly as he railed me against the wall. “I’m a slut,” I moaned, clinging to him. “Your slut professor. I take advantage of my student because I’m a desperate whore for your cock.” Sophia and Marcus watched from the bench. Sophia’s hand was between her legs, fingers rubbi

( AVA'S POV ) It was lunchtime, my plate was running cold in front of me while I still pondered about the intruder in my room the previous night. What was worse? Our hot new professor had matching features. The tall big stature, the shining brown hair, not to talk of his voice! As I sat busy analysing, my friends Stacy and Jojo rushed to my table. “ The new professor is so hot! “ Stacy began, “ What the actual fuck, who would have thought? “

I threw my head back and began to moan throatily and loudly, forgetting my surroundings, as my pussy began to tense and — “What the fuck?!” The familiar voice was like being doused with a full bucket of ice water. Arousal fled immediately and I jack-knifed to a seating position even as I automatically ripped the sodding wet dildo out of my pussy. I was trembling from head to foot as I scrambled off the desk and turned to face the angry professor. Professor Calix Eleftherios was here! In person! I was dead! I was officially dead! Calix Eleftherios was even more handsome than I remembered in a navy blue turtle-neck sweater and a pair of stone-wash jeans. He was also angrier than I had ever see

“I wanted him to.” Sophia groaned, flopping back onto the pillows. “Fuck, Pam. That’s…hot.” She leaned forward, her eyes widened. “And? How was it?” A slow, wicked smile spread across Pamela’s face. “Big. Like, really big.” Sophia groaned, throwing her head back. “Of course he is. Of course the hottest professor on campus is packing. Meanwhile, Luke’s over here thinking missionary is an extreme sport.” Pamela snorted. “It can’t be that bad.”

He growled to her, his huge hand wrapped around her throat as he wrecked her wet coochie. El was creaming all over her hot Professor's fat cock, moaning like the dumb whore that she was. I whispered the dirty words as I typed away. "Ram my pussy sir, cream my cunt please. Fuck me harder." I whined softly. My glasses were fogged from the heat. The heat in the class or the one my body was producing, I didn't know which one was hotter. I've been obsessed with this man since I transferred to the school. Professor Garrett was my Sex Education lecturer. To make matters worse, he taught us about arousals, wet pussies, hard cocks and orgasms in that deep voice of his.

We laughed and then my eyes fell on my hottie professor. He's looking at us suspiciously. "Now I want more details about your master professor." As Anu said excitedly, I looked at her. "Wait, first let me message him." She nodded and I typed the message. Me: You won't believe it that Anu and Cabir are also in a BDSM relationship My hottie Professor: It would be unbelievable for you, but I had already doubt on them. Me: What? How?

“Fuck! That dude has no taste. Anyway, I’m still curious, and you both will satisfy my curiosity. Have you two met the new professor? Is he hot? Or hot hot?” “Hot, hot, hot, smoking. He’s a ten out of ten in looks and voice and has this super sexy Italian accent that would make your knees go weak and your legs open up to the north and south as you cry out ‘Daddy.’ Very strict in the classroom. Satisfied?” Hazel explained, her voice bored and indifferent, contradicting what she was feeling. She definitely wasn’t bored or indifferent. For whatever reason, all she wanted to talk about or hear was her new fascination.

I got home, my parents weren’t home so I heated up some left over pizza and ate I went up took a shower and got the idea to take a sexy pic of myself and send to him I let my towel fall and I took a nude picture. And sent it to him in a view once setting He wasn’t online but he will get it later. I dialed coco “ hey girll now what’s the teaaaa?” “ how do you know there was tea?” “ you don’t ever call me to say hi bitch so tell me” She sounded so excited “ I almost fucked the professor” “ what? When? How?” “ today roughly 30 min ago” “ almost? What went wrong?” “ he had some crazy ass kinks you wouldn’t believe it”