Novel & Cerita Professor Poopypants From Captain Underpants

“Make a mess all over your professor’s dick.” I came screaming, my pussy gushing around him. He followed right after, pumping me full again while I shook on top of him. Every single lesson ended the same way now - me bent over his desk, on my knees sucking him clean, or riding him on the couch while he whispered the filthiest things in my ear👂 “You’re such a dirty little whore for me,” he’d say, buried deep inside me. “Coming to your professor’s apartment with your cunt dripping, begging to be used.”

He muttered before picking her uo again. "You are one to talk, but I will have you know that by the time I'm done with you, you wouldn't even recognize yourself. Better yet, you wouldn't be able to think." While still in that position, Zoey chuckled. "Oh, please. You act like your dick is the best thing in the world." She rolled her eyes. "Because it is." "Let me be the judge of that." Professor Beaumont got to his desk, set her on it again before slowly hiking her dress up as if to savor the moment until it pooled around her waist, her panties getting exposed in the process.

I'm afraid but just like what I said gusto kong subukan. " You know you're stupid. Nag tatanong ka pa eh mayroon ka ng decision!" he said like I am the dumbest person in the world. Well that's right! Stupid Athena. I was about to defend myself but our professor came in. A heavy footsteps ringed in my ears but I ignored it. I was expecting a heels clicking on the floor but I shrugged off the thought. Maybe the professor doesn't wear heels. Kadalasan naman ng mga naging professor ko ay babae. So, hindi ko na lang tinignan at isa pa hindi pa tapos mag salita si Bobby.

“Drop your panties.” __ A. Gupta

“It’s just been a strange day.” “I noticed.” I looked up. “Did Dr. Ford say something to you?” Professor Reed’s tone stayed mild. “Ford says many useless things. I wouldn’t take most of them seriously.” I laughed before I could stop myself. It was not even that funny, but the tension I had carried all day loosened anyway. When the blood orange panna cotta arrived, the old NearU message came back to me. When we meet, I’ll take you there. The tightness in my chest returned.

Peter pulled off his shirt with shaking hands, then his jeans, then his boxers, until he stood completely naked in his professor's office. Professor Cross circled him slowly, assessing. "Have you been with men before?" "Yes. A few." "Bottom or top?" "Bottom. Always bottom." "Good. Because I don't bottom for anyone." He stopped in front of Peter, his hand coming up to grip Peter's jaw. "On your knees." Peter dropped immediately, and Professor Cross unbuckled his belt, unzipped his pants, and pulled out his cock. Peter's eyes went wide. Fourteen inches. Thick. Perfect. Intimidating.

Sofie's POV "Did you hear about the professor from the faculty of botany? Allegedly, she had sex with five male professors in her faculty, and was caught on camera, and now the professors are getting fired while she's getting her license revoked, I mean how crazy is that?" Katie rambled, as we placed our food trays on the cafeteria table before taking out seats. "Yeah, it's crazy. It's really crazy." I muttered, cutting the ham on my plate into smaller pieces.

He swallowed every drop, milking me until I was whimpering and oversensitive. I could barely stand. I couldn't believe this was really happening. Professor Ben stood up, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. “Your turn boy.” He unzipped his pants and pulled out his cock. It was big, thick, and beautifully curved upward, the head already shiny with precum. My mouth watered. He exceeded my fucking imagination!

And I wasn't giving up. I grabbed my dick and pulled it out of my pants. Pre-cum dripped out of my hole. “My, you’re leaking,”I chuckled. I sat in my room, masturbating, my hands stroking my hard and erect dick. I gasped repeatedly from pleasure as I could feel the pleasure rising in my dick. “Argh! Professor!” I moaned. I stroked my dick faster, the fwap-fwap sound of me pleasuring myself breaking the silence of the quiet room.

Chapter 3: I Get Destroyed, Stretched, and Creampied Like a Filthy Schoolgirl Fucktoy by My Pornstar Professor and Her Hung Partner Professor Nadia yanks me up by my hair and shoves me face-down over the large lecture desk, my heavy tits squishing painfully against the cold wood. Marcus kicks my legs wide apart, my short schoolgirl skirt flipped up over my ass, soaked panties ripped off and tossed aside. “Ass higher, slut,” Professor Nadia commands, her voice pure ice-cold dominance. “Show us that rebellious little cunt you were so eager to expose me with.”