Hot Professor Novels & Stories

I look down at myself to see I’m still dressed in my clothing from yesterday. Where the heck am I? “Good morning,” a warm, deep voice greets me. I gasp hard. “P-Professor?” He’s seated in a chaise lounge, holding a cup of coffee in one hand and an iPad in the other. He’s wearing only a white T-shirt that barely covers his sculpted biceps, hard rock pectoral muscles, and gray sweatpants that show off his long legs. Damn. What a sight. Even in his most casual clothes, he’s sexy. I’m curious about what it’s like to touch his chest or sit on his lap. Riding those will certainly feel —

His dark hair was slicked back and he had on thick-rimmed glasses as well, making him look professional and sexy as hell. But those green eyes…I could never mistake those sultry green irises that held so much passion in them as he bent my legs. Sophia noticed my silence and jabbed my shoulder. “I told you he is freaking hot!” She teased me playfully. **** I swore that I didn’t hear a word that the new professor said in class today. My attention was on him throughout but all I caught from him was his name. Professor Henri. His name sounded so good on my tongue, making me regret not sharing names when we met in the club. But then, I realized he may have given me a fake name.

The student's eyes lowered to the name of the professor for the course. Theodore Ashford, PhD Department of Psychology Professor & Dean for College of Social Sciences Isa let her hands glide over her keyboard for a quick G****e search. Something had to be off for a class like this to not be full yet. What she found was a world-renowned psychologist with dozens of publications, two uploaded TedTalks, a New York Times interview, and... To say the professor was just hot would be much less an understatement than a blatant insult. Through just the aggregates of pixels on her screen, Isa could sense the poise and presence the man carried with him. And, God, was the man attractive.

I hated every second of it. Because I had to watch Damon be Professor Cross. Charming. Professional. Completely untouchable. He stood with a group of other faculty members, discussing something academic while I stood across the room with Maya and some girls from Combat Training. "Professor Cross is so hot," one of them said, not bothering to lower her voice. "Like, inappropriately hot." "Right?" another agreed. "I'd let him bend me over his desk any day." Maya elbowed her. "Gross. He's our professor."

Mia quickly logs in. Kiera shoots me a questioning look. I ignore it. “No wonder he’s not into college girls,” a girl jokes. “He’s too hot to handle.” I almost roll my eyes at the comment. The same Professor Lucien who asked me for a blowjob. If only she knew. "Wow," Mia gushes. "He is smoking hot." Kiera and I lean over Mia’s shoulder. I nearly choke seeing the photos on her screen. Professor Lucien is at a bar or club, still in his work clothes—but his suit jacket is off, leaving only his white shirt. The top three buttons are undone, revealing his porcelain-white skin.

His perfectly tanned skin and his shirt and trouser clinging to his body tightly making him look appealing to half the students. “Oh my god, he’s so hot.” Valerie heard one of the students say and she rolled her eyes, the new professor was good looking, no doubt but Valerie was never one to let the other gender sweep her off her feet, she chewed at the tip of her pen and the man spoke again.

Taris stopped talking to arch an eyebrow in my direction. “Though I’m sure the fact that Socrates was attracted to teenage boys might be amusing to some of you,” the professor intoned, staring down his nose disdainfully at me, “if you could contain your mirth for the duration of the lecture, that’d be great.” I slapped my hand over my mouth and slumped low in my chair before mumbling, “Sorry.” I’d had no idea we’d been discussing a philosopher’s freaking sexual proclivities in the middle of class. With my cheeks scorching with embarrassment, I risked a glance toward Colton.

I've never felt more loved. While fucking me, he pulls off the clamps from my pussy and snaps them onto both of my nipples. He grips the chain, thrusting into me slowly with his eyes closed, looking completely lost in me. It is the hottest side of him I have ever seen. My man is so fucking hot. "Clamps look sexy on you, Professor," he confesses, opening his eyes. He pulls out of my pussy only to enter my ass, and I squeeze my eyes shut in pure pleasure.

“Hey, what's wrong with your face?” “I just... Someone pissed me off.” “That guy over there, huh?” Shanon refused to look at Anthony because she knew Anthony expected her to do that. “He’s an ass.” “You know him? I saw you chatting with him.” "He's my professor on campus." “Wow, you have a really hot professor. How could he possibly teach without getting naughty glances from his students?” “Sorry, Tom. I don't want to discuss it. Give me that drinks, I'll deliver them to our customers.”

Ria’s POV I have a problem, a very serious problem that’s going to need more than therapy to solve it. The problem is that I'm horny for three of my professors, and every single one of them has me in detention today. Professor Kade teaches history. Tall, dark hair silvering at the temples, broad shoulders, and big biceps he hides in button down shirts. He's strict in a way that makes me want to misbehave on purpose. I've talked back in his class fourteen times this semester. Yes. I counted.