Hot Professor Novels & Stories

He felt his own climax rushing up, a tidal wave of heat that he couldn't hold back. He let out a guttural moan, thrusting one last time as deep as he could possibly go, burying himself to the hilt. He exploded inside her, his cum pumping into her in thick, hot bursts. Liora collapsed, her orgasm ripping through her, her internal muscles clamping down on him as she shook with the force of it. They stayed like that for a moment, locked together, breathing heavily in the steam of the room.

as our professor continued explaining about Shakespeare and his legendary work a paper ball suddenly strike the back of my head causing me to immediately snap my head towards the person who dare distracted me. Having a disgusting smirk on his face was Daniel, the college's pretty boy who likes to break the girl's heart. I glared at him with a 'What the hell you want' look as his smirk widened. "Go on a date with Me," he mouthed as I rolled my eyes. "Mr. O'Brien!" Both Daniel and I flinched at our professor's sudden outburst. "I think Ashely has better things to do than go on a date with you so pay attention, it's the last day until your summer break, might as well learn something," she said

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.

For a moment, I worried about Sabrina’s reaction to her dress being ruined, but she’d seen what happened, and I hoped the girl responsible would be held accountable and was forced to replace the dress. I hissed through my teeth as I eased into the bathtub. It was hot, nearly intolerable, but I was sighing in relief once I was submerged to my neck. The hot water was working its magic—slowly, but surely loosening up my muscles and doing a hell of a job of wiping away the troubles of my day, only leaving behind one memory—first laying eyes on Professor Grey. *** I roused from my sleep when I heard a deep primal growl. My eyes flew open and I found Professor Grey gazing at me. I moved to cover m

Not because I actually love the subject, but because our Prof is so hot I want to bed him even for a night. His name is Marcus, 38 years old. He is teaching a physical education related subject so almost everyday, he wears jogging pants and fitted sando wrapping around his massive body. Drooling over Marcus is not actually foreign in this university. Almost every woman, especially the slutty ones, are vulgar about their fantasies of him. Some even tried to offer him a one night stand, tried to seduce him, and some even did what they read in stories—a student failed in his subject, he would call her in his office and she would try to seduce him by exposing her body and body figure.

She worked his cock with her mouth Wet and making it an Unapologetically sloppy as she took him deeper. She pressed herself harder against him, until she could feel her throat being filled. He slowly began to unbutton his shirt as she continued blowing him unceasingly. In that moment, she could have spent hours sucking him off, but she could tell from the look in his eyes that he wanted to return the favor. His shirt fell to the floor. Willow could only stare in awe as she looked up at his tight, chiseled body. He was tagged as "the hot professor" for a reason because hell he was sexy. Biceps and abs that ran for days.

The steamy air of the sauna enveloped Professor De as he cautiously entered the room, his eyes darting around the space filled with half-naked men relaxing on the wooden benches. De, a tall and lean man in his early thirties, was known for his intellect and handsome features, but he harbored a secret – he was a closeted gay man who longed to peek at the bulges of his fellow gym-goers.

************************* This story is about Student and Teacher relationship. Synopsis A Professor named John Gatchalian is secretly obsessed with his student named Myraquel Gonzaga. Prof. John intentionally dropped Myraquel grades. The only way she can pass and graduate is to have sex with her Professor.

Chest thumping hard against my ribs. “You worked hard,” she continued. “His late father saw you for who you really are, gold mixed with white gold… It's not your fault Gabriel chose to be a blind bat.” I scoffed. Chest heaving slowly now. Anger dying down. “You always know what to do with lemons…” She let out a small laugh, “There are a thousand and one billionaires in Manhattan who would give everything to have a hottie like you by their side forever…” Her voice now bouncing off the roof, she was growing ecstatic.

"Or should I say Noah? The perfect little student who can't look me in the eye during class, but here you are fingering yourself like a desperate slut, asking strangers to watch.” My face was on fire. How did he know? The heat in my stomach made me panic. I tried to turn away, but he held me down harder, and his erection pushed against my butt crack through his trousers. It was thick and hard—oh my god, it felt huge. "Professor, please—" "Shut your mouth." Three of his veined fingers pushed into mine, stretching my lips wide.