Professor Erotica Novels & Stories

I wasn’t really expecting anything but the atmosphere had become so condensed with sexual tension lately that I felt people would start making out in classes with the stares that went from one sex to the opposite. “I heard Professor Deric had to leave his office door open because he kept getting gifts dumped in front of his door.” “Really?” The girl stared the guy who’d spoken. “Yeah. I saw him moving some out of the way so he could just enter his office.” My eyes narrowed at the laughing pair. They hadn’t said anything wrong but it irked me that they thought such a situation was funny. I didn’t find it funny.

“Everything. The way he takes control. The way he… fucks.” His fingers hooked under my skirt, pushing it higher. “Specifics, Miss Hayes. This is literary theory. Details matter.” I spread my legs slightly, inviting. “In that one video, ‘Professor’s Pet,’ he bends the girl over the desk, spanks her until she’s red and begging, then fucks her throat until she gags. Then he… he fills her pussy, hard and deep, making her cum over and over.” His hand cupped my mound through my panties, feeling the dampness. “And you watch that? Touch yourself to it?”

"Vane is texting me. My friends from the studio are texting me. Everyone is sending the same link." "It’s just a picture," Caspian said. "It’s not just a picture! It’s us," I said. I clicked the link. It was a website called Aethelgard Truth. The photo was blurry and taken from far away. It showed us at the head table. My head was tilted toward him, and his hand was clearly visible on my leg under the edge of the white cloth. The title in big, red letters said: PROFESSOR’S PET: IS THE ST. CLAIRE GIRL PAYING TUITION WITH MORE THAN JUST SKETCHES?

Kendrick's eyes widened, and Bianca could see the bulge in his pants growing, his dick straining against the fabric of his scrubs. She continued to move, her body writhing on the table, her moans filling the room as she took the instrument deeper, harder, faster. "Bianca," Dr. Kendrick growled, his voice a low rumble. "What are you doing?" She looked up at him, her eyes filled with desire, her body trembling with need. "I'm exploring, Doctor. I'm fucking myself.” She gave him a dirty and flirty laugh. “And I want you to watch. I want you to see what you do to me." She continued.

Julianna It was wrong. I shouldn’t have done it. I shouldn’t have allowed him… hmmmn. My legs rested on his shoulders. He was on his knees as he had his mouth doing something unholy to my womanhood. “Come on baby girl, milk for your professor.” My body shook at his inappropriate remarks, and though I should be blushing, my cheeks were flushed with red. This wasn’t the idea, neither was it the proper student relationship I should be having with Professor Grey. This was wrong in so many senses, but clearly he was having my senses, including every cell in my body combusting into flames.

“It’s just dinner. With your professor. Who you’ve already slept with. Totally normal.” I nearly tripped on my way out the door.

he said as if he were reading my mind. “Holy shit,” I mumbled, tightening my hold on the cup. “Well…let’s get this show on the road. As you know, I am Professor Elias Grey, and it seems there has been some sort of…improper pairing. My wolf and I recognized us as mates, but nothing will come of it,” he insisted. A brow slid to my hairline. “Improper pairing? Is that a fancy way of saying that the Moon Goddess made a mistake? I hadn’t expected you to be so blasphemous.”

Searing. “That’s for thinking about someone else’s name,” he said. “I wasn’t—” Another slap. Then another. I cried out, legs spreading wider from the force. “You love it,” he said, voice husky. “You want the pain. You want the shame. And you want my cock.” I nodded, breathless. “Please, Professor.” He unzipped slowly. Freed himself. Thick, angry, leaking. “Hands on the back of the desk,” he ordered.

He felt even bigger at this angle, stretching me so perfectly it bordered on pain and pleasure. Professor Kane fucked me hard on his desk, one hand over my mouth to keep me quiet while the other played with my clit. The desk creaked loudly with every deep thrust. Anyone walking past the door would know exactly what was happening. “Such a good little fucktoy,” he groaned, pounding into me. “Taking your professor’s cock like you were made for it. I’m going to fill you up with my cum and send you to your next class dripping with it.” I moaned against his palm, another orgasm building fast.