Professor Erotica Novels & Stories

Each boob embracing each other, their n*ppl*s delicately caressing each other in a slight motion. Lolita was a real sl*t, a busty secretary, unfortunately, I never wanted to f*ck her perpetually without changing the taste. Despite her beauty, after jerking, I was thinking about this new office manager–Professor Rita, who suddenly had caught my attention… *******

Warning: Explicit sexual content, professor/student relationship, power dynamics, rough sex, age gap. 18+ only. "Fuck—Professor—I can't—" "Yes, you can." Dr. Murphy's voice was a dark growl against Eve's ear as he slammed into her, his desk shaking violently with each brutal thrust. "You can and you will. Take every fucking inch."

Maybe it is the environment, the atmsphere, the sheer immorality of it all, the fact that this is forbidden, but I come against his hand, gringind my pussy against his hand as he meets me with his thrusts. "Yes, baby, that's it, come for me," He whispers in my ear as I come for him. "Good girl." I just let my professor finger fuck me!. "We are not done yet." He says, stepping back from me. "I will punish you for thinking you can ever leave me." His voice commanding as he says, "On your knees," Leaving no room for questions or objections. And I obey, shalemessly, falling to my knees for my professor and boss, watching as he unzips his pants, his delicious length springing out, ready for me to

I got home, my parents weren’t home so I heated up some left over pizza and ate I went up took a shower and got the idea to take a sexy pic of myself and send to him I let my towel fall and I took a nude picture. And sent it to him in a view once setting He wasn’t online but he will get it later. I dialed coco “ hey girll now what’s the teaaaa?” “ how do you know there was tea?” “ you don’t ever call me to say hi bitch so tell me” She sounded so excited “ I almost fucked the professor” “ what? When? How?” “ today roughly 30 min ago” “ almost? What went wrong?” “ he had some crazy ass kinks you wouldn’t believe it”

The screen lit up with the paused video: the bottom arched, face contorted in bliss, cock untouched and dripping onto the sheets. Professor Henry watched the frame for a long moment. Then swiped. Scrolled. Found our hidden folder—dozens of thumbnails, all men, all submissive, all beautifully wrecked. He exhaled through his nose. Not disgusted. Curious. “You like this,” he said. Not a question. We nodded. He looked at me first. “Why?” I licked dry lips. “Because… it’s beautiful. Seeing someone strong give up control. Letting themselves be taken. Fucked until they can’t think. Until they’re just… feeling.”

"Naked on your professor’s desk leaking all over yourself. If the dean walked in right now and saw me fingering my best student we would both be done." He added a third finger and fucked me with them rough. I moaned and gripped the edge of the desk. My cock throbbed in his hand. "Please sir," I begged. "Fuck me. I need your cock." Professor Reed pulled his fingers out and slicked up his thick cock with more lube. He lined up the head and pushed in one long thrust. I gasped loud as he sank all the way inside. So full. So deep. "Fuck yes," he groaned. "This tight student ass belongs to me now."

I pushed his hand away from me, almost walking off when his grip went for my arm again, we had already been through this today “Tell me something professor” he whispered, his fingers tracing my skin “Why are you scared of me, of my touch?” That was absurd. “I am not scared of you, I just don’t want someone getting the wrong idea” I explained I found myself whispering and he had cornered me to the wall. His hands were on my waist and the other, tucking a strand of hair behind my ear. “But I don’t care about someone getting the wrong idea” he whispered, his eyes lingering on my lips “In truth, I don’t care about what anyone thinks” he said pressing his lips onto mine softly

“Tell me how lunch felt. With her sitting right there.” Shame twisted in my chest, sharp and sweet. “Humiliating,” I whispered. “I could barely speak. Every time you touched me I thought she’d notice.” “But you stayed wet the whole time.” It wasn’t a question. His fingers dipped lower, parting my folds and finding the evidence. He circled my clit slowly, teasing. “You came so close at the table, didn’t you? Clenching around nothing while Victoria talked about her perfect day.” I nodded, breath hitching as he slid one thick finger inside me.

TRIGGER WARNING: THIS BOOK IS STRICTLY EROTICA. IT CONTAINS HIGHLY GRAPHIC SEXUAL CONTENT AND IS INTENDED FOR ADULT AUDIENCES ONLY (18+). DO NOT READ IF YOU ARE UNDER 18 OR SENSITIVE TO MATURE, EXPLICIT THEMES. . "Cassie's POV" . I slumped lower in my seat during Professor Roll’s lecture, doodling absentmindedly in the margin of my notebook while trying not to think about the email I’d received that morning.