Ok Ko Professor Venomous Novels & Stories

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-

“He’s hot.” Rick scowled in response. He knew regardless of what he did and what he said, Tessa was never going to leave this monster. Rick wished there was a way he could get through to his daughter, but he knew it wasn’t going to happen. “What kind of school allows a professor to date a student without any repercussions?” Rick asked with gritted teeth. “Maybe nobody knows,” Penny suggested. “Can we try not to cause issues today? We promised Tessa…” “That was before I found out he was a professor, Pen,” Rick said, cutting off her words. “He can’t get away with that. It’s predatory.”

He would tell her I was a problem that couldn't be bought. I went inside and found Vane sitting on the bed, looking at the crepes like they were poison. "He wasn't nice, was he?" Vane asked quietly. "No, Vane. He wasn't," I said, sitting down next to him. I was shaking, the adrenaline finally leaving my system and leaving a cold, jagged exhaustion in its place. "I miss the professor," Vane whispered. "He was scary, but he never looked at me like I was a chore. Dominic looked at me like I was a piece of luggage he had to carry."

he coos. I turn and glare at his idiotic face with his stupid-looking buzz cut as I take my seat. He raises an eyebrow daring me to do something. So I do, I pull out my notebook, open it, pull it up to eye level, and hide my face inside it. Professor Davis, continues to explain the expectations of the class, her voice a soothing balm on my frayed senses. I start to relax as I listen to the rhythmic cadence of her sentences and how her vowels are rounded, not sharp, as she speaks, as if English might be her third or fourth language and the one she spoke first involved sounds that looped at the end. She uses eloquent adjectives when simple ones will work, adding a touch of class while also mak

And there he is. Adrian Cole. Dressed in his usual stylish suit, except this one is velvety, and it looks exactly as he smells: rich, raw, refined. He’s walking with another professor. His gait never changed, nor did the way his eyes find me in the midst of thousands. As his gaze lands on me, I freeze even more. Those eyes of his are as green as I remembered them, and he’s looking at me like he isn’t sure I’m real.

“I already told you.” “Fuck, man! I wish I had it, too,” Ben says. “Who else has it? Mariah Carey? Mozart?” Lora’s chin rests on her palm. “But isn’t the professor amazing? He figured it out after only listening to you once. How does he do it?” “Because he has it too,” Kristoff says proudly. A gleam in his eyes expresses his admiration for the professor. “Really?” I say breathlessly. He nods. “You can ask him about it later.”

I shook my head and turned to my table to bring out the new biology textbook Keisha had gifted me a while back. “Our topic for today is Excretion. Now….” I trailed off when the door opened and someone walked in. Shock glued my feet to the floor and I would have almost dropped the book on the floor but a professor has gotta maintain her Steeze in front of her students. Even though I didn't drop the book, my jaw was definitely on the floor as I stared at the guy walking into the door with a grin. “Good morning miss,” he greeted with a smile, and that voice sent shivers down my spine, “I'm a new student.”

My knees hit the cold classroom floor before I could even think. Professor Voss towered over me, that massive bulge straining right in front of my face. My pussy was still stinging from the orgasm he’d forced me to have on my own fingers. “Open that pretty mouth and thank me properly, little slut,” he growled, unzipping his pants. His cock sprang free… thick, veiny, and longer than I’d ever imagined. The fat head was already shining. It looked… perfect.

Derek said in a singsong voice and she flipped him off. "Well," Kirsty waved her hand around excitedly, "I was explaining how my sister-" "Well, no shit." Jason cut her short, his lips pulled down into a frown and his brows furrowed. "The professor is here." If a single statement was able to send her heart racing faster than possible then that comment did the trick. Maya could feel her palms getting sweaty, her chest tightened as if someone was squeezing it hard enough to make her breath shallow.

Releasing a small growl from his throat he charged into the path of Professor Huckleberry, his spear-wielding arm pulled back menacingly! Spiralling Spear! *Boom* A simple thrust it seemed, but Professor Huckleberry’s expression changed swiftly upon sensing the dangerous might of that thrust. The wind pressure generated by that thrust alone had blown his clothes back with great force! His attention switched from Kylie to Jack once again, and his thoughts of capturing both momentarily disappeared from his mind. How long had it been since he felt danger like this, the professor wondered. Now more serious than ever, he pulled his arms back and spread his fingers apart. Taking a small breath to