Novel & Cerita Professor Erotica

Our professor, although old, is not an idiot. I sit in my chair, more or less quietly, while reviewing...uh...what am I reviewing by the way? It doesn’t matter because this damn Jer continues to improve his petting. He parts the flesh of my entrance and sighs contentedly next to my ear, feeling my moisture on his fingers. Damn, where did that come from? I’m not...excited, am I? No! No! No! I cannot be! And it is indecent. I’m a good girl and not some slut.

His hand came under the desk again, fisting my hair—not pulling me away, but holding me there. Fuck, he like this! I bobbed my head, my tongue swirling the underside, taking more each time until he hit the back of my throat. Spit built up, dripping down his balls, his hips bucked, pushing into my mouth. My free hand slipped between my legs, rubbing my clit through my panties, they were soaked through. I am sucking my professor off in class, and no one knows, the dirtiness has me close already. He kept lecturing, but his words stumbled now and then.

My eyes closed. “Eyes on me, Celine.” I forced them open. He was stroking himself, his fist moving slowly up and down his shaft, his eyes locked on my working fingers. The obscenity of it—spread out on my professor’s desk, masturbating for him sent a fresh gush of wetness between my legs. This was better than what I wrote. “That’s it,” he coaxed, his voice a drug. “Make that pretty pussy clench. I want to see you cum.”,

But those attempts quickly realized they could never compete with the professor's loyalty to his work. When he looked at Isa, he could see it. Her eyes were dark... brown like a barren forest in a frigid, snowless winter night. Yet amidst the trees was a flame. It was the same spark Isa saw in her professor that now plagued her fantasies. The sin, immorality, corruption of it all... No. She's a student. The relationship between a professor and student should always remain chaste. Although if we lived in a lawless society, Theodore would have Isa's hands bounded and her ass branded with his belt.

He was the kind of professor who made you question your morals. His wide back tapered to a tight waist. His hands were big, and I know for a fact that I would cum multiple times with just his mere touch. He had an ass that filled his pants in the best way when he turned to write on the board. I've fucked him in my head for like a thousand times now. At literally every lecture, I imagined him bending me over his desk in his office, after everyone had left, that deep voice of his growling my name while he fucked me hard and deep, those broad shoulders flexing above me.

Within one of the quotations in the notes section, I started writing all the things I wanted him to do to me once finals week was over: "Little did my professor know how badly I wanted him to touch me, so I did it myself most days when he was buried deep in work. How I wish he was buried deep somewhere else. I knew he looked at me with hungry eyes, but his self control held him back. And I hated him for it. All I wanted was to be held against his sacred desk he loved so much and be pounded to oblivion. I could tell he was dying to take me that way, over his student's exams, over his dissertations, over his precious Art History books. I wanted him to make me come and come and come until my bo

LILY’S POV~ Is that Professor Derrin’s substitute? He is dang cute! I can't believe a thought like that would land me in something I never dared imagine. Who could this stunning professor be, the hot, sexy devil? How has he had every girl on campus drop their panties for him? To make things worse, my next-door neighbor is my psych professor. I am failing his class, and now I'm in his black book. The memories from last night came haunting me as I got ready for his class.

"If you're a professor, уоu muѕt bе ѕurrоundеd pretty little coeds ѕwооnіng over their gеnіuѕ tеасhеr." "Nо. Nо swooning gоіng on. Sее. I tоld you I wаѕn't a gеnіuѕ." We both lаughеd. "Rеаllу, even if ѕоmе оf thеm were сrаzу еnоugh tо be interested іn me, I just fіnd it аlmоѕt іmроѕѕіblе tо bе аttrасtеd to уоung wоmеn my dаughtеr'ѕ аgе оr уоungеr."

I curled them, hitting that spot I knew she loved, watching her kick and squirm. God, she was perfect. Every reaction was vocal. Every movement was a plea. Eva… Eva was a statue. Eva never reacted like this. Eva made me feel like sex was a chore on a to-do list. Olandria made me feel like a god. She made me feel like a man who was capable of destroying a woman with nothing but a touch. I watched her hungrily, my mouth diving back for her clit while I continued to finger her, adding a third finger to stretch her out.

He fucked me mercilessly against the desk — deep, powerful strokes that made my tits bounce and my moans echo through the empty lecture hall. “Such a perfect campus whore,” he growled, spanking my ass hard. “Cumming in front of everyone like that. You loved it, didn’t you?” “Yes, Professor,” I sobbed, pushing back to take him deeper. “I loved it.” He reached around and rubbed my clit fast and rough, forcing another orgasm out of me. I squirted again, soaking his trousers and the floor as I came with a broken scream. Professor Crowe groaned and flooded me with thick ropes of cum, grinding deep as he marked me one final time.