Lips Professor In Shameless Novels & Stories

Mid-twenties, stunning, and a total bitch to me specifically. “Miss, care to explain why your last paper read like it was written by someone who barely passed high school?” she says sharply, her eyes locking on me. “Try paying attention instead of daydreaming in my class.” Heat crawls up my neck. The class snickers. I bite my tongue, but inside I’m seething. Fuck you, Professor. If only they knew what a dirty whore you really are. Because last night my best friend Sarah sent me the link, and I spent hours watching Professor Nadia Vale get absolutely destroyed on camera.

SELENA There was a sharp rip, the sound of fabric giving way. My panties shredded with one impatient pull. "Professor" "Quiet," he said, his palm smoothing over my ass like he was memorizing it. "You’ve been walking around this campus without a bra, licking lollipops like you’re auditioning for a porno… and you think I’m just going to keep grading your papers like nothing’s happening?" I smirked over my shoulder. "Maybe I wanted to see how long it would take before you—"

He reached over and grabbed the stack of papers. Her heart skipped a beat and she got a good whiff of his cologne. The both of them stared at each other, a form of heat expanding around them. It wasn't until the door opened that professor Thompson finally pulled away. "Well, Ms.Moore, thank you for lending a hand. I will see you next class and hopefully you're early next time." The man held out his hand and glanced at the person that stepped in. It's Mrs.Laime, she's a Spanish professor. "Oi dios mio. I'm sorry, I didn't know anyone was inside." She chuckles nervously.

Olivia demanded in a trembling voice. “Why are you acting all pure when you are already serving a few sugar daddies? Do you think we could not take note of your drastic changes? Who would have thought that you are serving such a disgusting old man?” Professor Lee spat. Olivia’s face turned as dark as the bottom of the pot. She thought that only the students were fleeceable and they would be led easily by the rumors? Who would have thought that even such a respectable professor would utter such words without any shame?

I bit my lip to keep from laughing too loudly, but a quiet chuckle slipped anyway. By the end of the period, I was sliding my books into my bag when voices drifted behind me. “God, Professor Stephan is so fine.” “Right? He doesn’t even look that old. I bet he knows exactly how to handle a lady in bed.” “Mmhmm, I wouldn’t mind being his favorite student.” I scoffed, a humorless laugh slipping out before I could stop it. The girls went quiet and looked at her with disdain. “What’s so funny?” One of them snapped.

I rode out the intense orgasm, my thighs trembling as I completely ruined myself right in front of my professor. Still locking my hazy, lust-filled gaze directly with his, I slowly withdrew my soaking wet fingers from my slit. A dark, triumphant sneer crawled across my face. I brought my hand up to my mouth, deliberately parting my lips, and slowly, seductively licked my own dripping juices right off my fingers. Travis stared at me, his chest heaving, his professional mask completely obliterated. “What the fuck!” he breathed, his voice rough and completely unhinged.

Footsteps. Quick ones. The door behind me opened again. “Nathaniel.” Professor Loe’s voice. I squeezed my eyes shut for a second before turning around slowly. He had fixed himself. Shirt tucked in. My eyes went lower, and thankfully his pants were back on. Uneasiness raced through his features, and before I could open my mouth, the other guy immediately rushed out, trying to cover his face with his backpack. I pressed my lips together, fidgeting like fuck, as my brain slowly came to the realization that Professor Loe was gay. And was fucking one of his students. Fucking coward.

Halfway through the lecture, I slid two fingers down and started playing with myself — spreading my pussy lips, circling my swollen clit, then slowly pushing two fingers inside while staring straight at him. Professor Vale’s voice faltered for half a second. His knuckles turned white around his pen. I fingered myself shamelessly in the front row of his class, biting my lip to stay quiet while my stepfather tried to continue teaching. By the end of the lecture, I was soaked, completely soaked, my juices dripping down my thighs. My fingers were equally shiny with my juices. I made sure to spread my pussy one final time before closing my legs, giving him a long, obscene view.

“From now on, you belong to me, Lila. My personal campus whore for the entire semester. You’ll do exactly what I tell you, whenever I tell you. Or this video goes to the dean, your scholarship board, your parents, and every single student on this campus.” I stared at him, trembling. He was serious. Completely serious. There was no mercy in those cold eyes. He reached out and gripped my chin hard, tilting my face up. “Understand?” My voice came out small and broken. “Yes, Professor.” A dark, satisfied smile curved his lips. “Good girl. Now spread your legs again. I want to see exactly how wet being blackmailed makes that greedy little cunt.” My hands shook as I obeyed, slowly parting my thigh

I wet my bottom lip as I mirrored his gaze. He bared his teeth and slapped the wall beside my head but I only shit my eyes, knowing fully well he wouldn't hurt me. “Don't make this harder than it already is” he choked out, breathing heavily, his eyes drifting from my eyes to my lips. My eyes smiled at the gesture as I stood on my toes, peering into his face, “apparently, Professor,” I purred softly, searching his eyes and keeping my lips parted. “How about we make…” I paused and let my eyes crawl to his raging hard on, then back at him.