Professor Erotica 소설 & 이야기

“Professor Kane! That’s not okay to ask. I was only doing literary analysis.” He stepped right up close, towering over her. One big hand gently lifted her chin so she had to meet his eyes. “Don’t lie to me. I watched you during my lecture on erotic tension. You kept squeezing your thighs together when I talked about powerful older men corrupting their innocent protégés. Tell me the truth right now, or this paper gets an F.” She swallowed hard. “Okay… yes, it turned me on. But this is wrong! You’re my professor. You’re more than twice my age.

“Why do you want to know?” She shrugged. “Research.” “Research?” “I’m a human sexuality professor. Remember?” “That would explain your knowledge. What did your fingers do in Brian’s ass? I thought he was going to blow off the back of your head when he came. And came. And came. I didn’t think it was possible for a guy to come that long. That wasn’t some regular ass probe. You did something in there, didn’t you?” She winked at him. “That’s my secret.” And yes, that did explain her knowledge. Eric understood and she scarcely knew him. She’d been married to Jeremy for three years and anytime she wanted to try something new, he’d been certain she was cheating on him.

I moaned loud and needy, the sound ripping out of my throat as the burning heat of his dick throbbed against me, so real and heavy and way bigger than that dildo I had been riding earlier. My heavy tits squished against his bare chest, my stiff nipples dragging over his skin and sending sharp sparks straight down to my clit. He stared down at me with those dark hungry eyes, breathing rough, and I got a little bold even though my knees felt weak. My voice came out breathy and trembling as I looked up at him. “What were you doing on that app, Professor? You’ve been watching me this whole time? Making me spread my greedy cunt and fuck myself like a nasty little whore for you while you stroked t

My back was to him, I could feel his intense stare as his hands traveled to my still pink cheeks. "My sweet sweet boy, do you want me to jerk you off while I fuck you, while my dick touches your spot? hmm?" My sexy professor was already pouring the lube, preparing me for him, and teasing me with his condom-covered dick. I didn't even see when he was putting it on, but the strokes and the feel of his tall body wrapping my own were sending me a step closer to my climax. "Yes, Sir. Please." "Now I want you to be quiet, I know there are only a few students around at this hour but still...you're going to come on my cue. And until then I'm going to stroke your insides..."

His cock looked even bigger now, angry and throbbing, the head purple and leaking fresh precum. “Turn around and get on the desk,” he ordered. “On your back,Kyra. I want to fuck you hard.” I climbed onto the desk on my back, scattering more papers. I pulled my skirt up around my waist and spread my legs as wide as they would go, holding my knees open for him. My pussy was bright red, swollen, and gaping slightly from his fingers, still leaking my squirt and cream. Professor Caldwell stepped between my thighs, rubbing the fat head of his cock up and down my sloppy slit, coating himself in my juices. He slapped the heavy shaft against my clit a few times, making me jump and moan.

The sight before me had my throat tightening and eyes wide. There was a tall, handsome man… A tall, half naked man. A half naked god of a man standing with low dress pants and a very good looking confused expression on his face was the man who was between my legs last night and something told me he was professor Anthony Marison. “Damn.” Was all I could say.

My ethics professor, the man whose voice alone made me hard in class, was here, in this den of sin, looking at me like I was prey he had been stalking for months. He didn't think twice. One hand grabbed my wrist and pulled my fingers out of my butt with a wet pop that was way too loud. I gasped as he slammed me chest-first against the pole, and the cold metal bit into my nipples through the harness. My body bent over without my wanting it to. "What the fuck—" I started, but his knee pushed between my legs, spreading me wide and grinding hard against my

"Professor—" "Third problem." His fingers left me abruptly, and I whined at the loss. The sound of his belt unbuckling made my stomach flip. "You’re impatient." The zipper followed, the rustle of fabric. Then, thud. Something heavy landed on the desk beside my head. A book. "The Eros Discipline." His voice was a smirk. "Ever read it?" I shook my head, my cheeks flaming. "Pity." His hand fisted in my hair, tilting my head back so I could see the cover—a woman bound in ropes, her body arched in submission. "It’s about a professor who re-educates his student. Sound familiar?"

"I know you're an adult, but you have to remember our situation, Ms. Moore. I'm your professor and you're my student. No one should have a clue about this, okay?" "Y-yeah, I know that." "Okay. Now, telling by this situation, you want pleasure, and I can give you that. Have you ever...used toys?" Azalea swallowed hard and shook her head. "Do you touch yourself?" Her brown eyes met his stare and she nearly passed out. His stare is much different. It's filled with lust. "Um...n-no, I've never." "Hm..." He gazed away. "I-is that bad?" "Hm? No, it's not, but now that we've reached common grounds, we can start. Not today of course, but, tomorrow night I'll join you in your room. Are you okay with

SIENNA'S POV The whole lecture felt like a fever dream I couldn’t wake up from. Professor Thorne Elias started the class as if there was nothing wrong. He kept a steady pace as he taught about forbidden desire in literature, power dynamics and the way characters destroy themselves chasing what they can’t have. It felt more to me like every word was arrowed at me, heck this entire topic was a bullet aimed at me. I sat there frozen, my notebook was open but my pen wasn't moving. I pressed my thighs together under the desk as flashbacks of last night came running through my mind.