Professor Erotica 소설 & 이야기

“Begging for your professor’s cock like a desperate little cumslut who can’t wait to get her tight virgin hole wrecked. You’ve been teasing me for weeks in those tiny skirts, flashing that wet pussy, sketching my dick in the middle of class like the filthy girl you are. Now you’re bent over my desk, dripping everywhere, crying for Daddy to split you open. Such a naughty fucking student.” He leaned closer and kissed me deep, his lips claiming mine. I tasted myself on his tongue—sweet, messy and intoxicating. His hands wrapped around my waist, turning me around with ease until I was on all fours on the wide desk. My ass high and facing him, my soaked folds completely exposed. He stepped in clo

I walk over to his table, take his hand and place it on one of my breasts. He is warm and powerful. I feel myself getting completely wet. While he keeps his hand on my breast he says, “Margherita, I don't want you to get any strange ideas or things to become inappropriate....” "What is appropriate, Professor?” I ask innocently. "Well, for example, it was inappropriate that you weren’t wearing underwear the other day,” he says. So he noticed!

Ericson said didn't make much sense so he took a bold step and probed further. “What... What is it on that phone?” Harold stammered. “I doubt you both are eighteen so I can't show you.” The professor said looking from one face to another as he slid Trisha's phone back into his pocket. After roughly two ticks from the wall clock hung above meaning two seconds had passed, Prof. Ericson brought it out again. “On second thoughts,” he started, “I don't really care about your age. See.” He made a few swipes on Trisha's phone and he showed the video of Mrs. Perry and the dwarf, supposedly Prof. Ericson's own assistant, copulating.

“Good girl. Such a messy little slut for your professor.” He suddenly pulled out, spun me around, and sat me on the edge of the desk. He hooked my legs over his arms, spreading me wide, and thrust back inside me. The new angle made me see stars. He fucked me with deep, grinding strokes, his pelvis rubbing perfectly against my clit. “I’m going to fill this tight student pussy,” he growled in my ear. “You’re going to leave here dripping my cum down your thighs.” “Yes,” I moaned desperately. “Please cum inside me, Professor. Fill me up.”

“You like your professor’s mouth ruining your little pussy like this?” “Yes! Oh my God, yes—I love it—fuck—I love it, please don’t stop, please don’t stop, I need it so bad, I need you—” “You’re soaked,” he said, pulling back just long enough to drag his fingers out of me and slap my clit once—hard enough to make me scream again. “You’re dripping down my fucking hand. You came all over my mouth like a whore and you still want more?” “Yes,” I cried, legs twitching, hands clawing at the edge of the desk. “I’ll be a whore—just for you—oh my God, Professor, I want to be yours—”

Instead, I opened wider, let him in, let him take. His hand left the desk and found my waist, fingers roaming my body possessively, pulling me closer until my hips brushed against his. His hard dick pressed into me, unmistakable, and a shameful moan tore from my throat. His answering growl vibrated against my lips, rough and satisfied. “Professor,” he whispered against my mouth, low and dangerous. “You taste so much better when you stop pretending.” The word sent a shiver through me—professor, spoken not as a title of respect but as a filthy reminder of everything that made this wrong. That wrongness only made it hotter.

Sloan? “Huh…” Eric sneered and did not continue to speak. This was a final warning. Toto gritted his teeth. “Although there was a small incident, everything is still within our control! That male professor who likes perfume must be gay!” Eric’s eyes turned darker. ‘Huh… Another unexpected turn?’ “I only found out that her professor is a man later, but this guy certainly can’t compare to you in any aspect, and they didn’t have any physical contact!”

After several minutes, he pulled me out from under the desk and bent me over it, flipping my short skirt up and ripping my panties aside. “Time for the real extra credit,” he growled. He slammed into my soaked pussy in one powerful thrust, burying every inch. I moaned loudly as he stretched me wide. Professor Blackwood started fucking me hard and deep, the desk shaking with every brutal stroke. “Such a tight, slutty student cunt,” he snarled, one hand wrapping around my throat while the other slapped my ass. “Failing on purpose just so you could get fucked by your professor, weren’t you?”

Good thing he has his trusty jock strap on or the evidence of his turgid erection would have been obvious to a growing audience of curious students, alarmed staff, angry guards, along with his sexy infuriated ex-wife. Oh my lord, that dominatrix side of her is such a turn-on that my dick is now stretching through its bindings. But even the idea of being near her is such an exciting erotic experience that I know I'll be sorry if I didn’t have this jock strap on. Well, I can always enjoy the pain while looking at her, sniffing her scent, imagining her large soft breasts in my hands… “Make this fast, Eddie. I have a class waiting for me.” Fine, a quickie it is then, my dear professor.

Eddie is one of the nerds in our class, and I don't think we have spoken as much to each other until these days. “Yes, and I think you might want to see this.” He stuttered as he handed me an iPad, and I wondered what he had to show me, but the content shocked me to the bone. “Is this—” I trailed off as I looked at the video of the professor and Jennifer fucking each other in the supplier room, and I was shocked. I watched the video intently, and my toast got dampened as I watched the professor's huge cock plunging in and out of Jennifer while she moaned loudly.