Professor Sex Story Novels & Stories

I found myself lying on his wide table, the surface sleek and smooth with documents and devices swept to the side. The snapping of his belt, and the slight creak of the door made my stomach dip. But not with fear, but with excitement that coursed through my body and made me even wetter. What if someone walked in right now? The whole school would know I was spread on my professor’s desk, with only my panties on. “You could lose your job if someone sees us, Ron. Aren’t you scared?” However, he didn't stop, as he pulled down his trousers, taking out a condom. As if he had it ready, as if he knew I was going to come in and he would have me spread on his desk.

"Or should I say Noah? The perfect little student who can't look me in the eye during class, but here you are fingering yourself like a desperate slut, asking strangers to watch.” My face was on fire. How did he know? The heat in my stomach made me panic. I tried to turn away, but he held me down harder, and his erection pushed against my butt crack through his trousers. It was thick and hard—oh my god, it felt huge. "Professor, please—" "Shut your mouth." Three of his veined fingers pushed into mine, stretching my lips wide.

In my room. My room still smelled like sex and alcohol and everything that screamed “I’ve been trying to forget you.” I didn’t know if I wanted to panic or smirk. Maybe both. By the time I heard the knock on my door, I hadn’t done much to fix the place. The sheets were still messy, the air still thick. I wanted to see what he’d do. “Come in,” I said casually. The door opened, and there he was, Professor Cole, looking like temptation wrapped in discipline. A crisp white shirt, sleeves rolled up, that same calm expression he always wore like armor.

Shanon looked at Anthony smugly. “You'll be lonely without me. No one is going to give you a Christmas Eve blow job.” "Good grief. Since when did you become so naughty, huh? You used to be very innocent and didn't know anything about sex." “Yeah, thanks to professor Anthony Bruce who has been a great mentor and bed partner over the years. Don't I learn quickly?” “Unbelievable, yes. In fact, you are one of my students who absorbs my lessons quickly." Shanon cleared her throat loudly. “One of your students? How many women have you taught to satisfy their partners in bed?!”

Fingers, tongue, cock, every inch that's what is left. His lecture didn't go smoothly as usual, slides blurring as his eyes traced my cleavage, breathing shallow. "Precisely. The... release." The pointer shook slightly as I uncrossed legs deliberately, flashing garter. I watched satisfied as he gasped, audible. The whole class began to notice his uneasiness, my phone vibrated. *Mia: GO GET DADDY PROF. Film creampie!* “Class's over.” Prof Will's voice rang across the hall.

“But the power imbalance alone creates concern.” Concern. “As faculty, you are the authority in that classroom.” “Yes,” she said evenly. “Which is precisely why nothing happened.” He steepled his fingers. “Even so, when a student publicly expresses sexual interest in a professor, it raises questions. Especially when that professor specializes in—” he paused delicately, “—public scandal.” Her lips pressed into a thin line. “I teach political history.” “And you are now part of a narrative,” he said. A narrative. She almost laughed.

“About how the most intense pleasure often comes from what we’re told we can’t have. The forbidden. The risky. The wrong.” Professor Kelvin swallowed visibly. His hands gripped the arms of his chair, knuckles whitening. “This conversation is crossing a line, Mia. You’re my student.” “Am I?” I uncrossed my legs, letting them part just enough for the cool office air to brush against my bare, already damp pussy. I knew he could see the glistening evidence of my arousal if he looked down. “Or am I just a woman who wants her professor to teach her something real?”

Warning: This is GAY sex story, please skip it if you are not into LGBT content. "Oh God! Professor Cross! Please!" Peter's desperate cry echoed through the locked office as Professor Damien Cross pounded into his ass with relentless precision. Peter was bent over the massive oak desk, his pants around his ankles, his shirt pushed up, completely exposed and vulnerable. And he'd never felt more alive. Damien's fourteen-inch cock stretched him impossibly wide, filling him so completely that Peter could feel it in his stomach. Each brutal thrust pushed Peter forward on the desk, papers scattering to the floor, the wood creaking under their combined weight.

CHAPTER 4 SERAPHINA I couldn’t stop smiling. I literally could not stop smiling. I just had sex with Professor Lucien Vale. On his desk. In his office. With the door locked and my panties somewhere under his chair. My legs were still trembling. My phone buzzed as I entered my apartment. I kicked the door shut, leaning against it for a second just to catch my breath. It was real. I actually fucked my professor. “Holy shit,” I whispered to no one, laughing under my breath.

I would later learn that the class was instructed not to get too social with me. Then one evening, I was at the library studying when one of the girl students recognized me and sat down at my table. She introduced herself and we talked about how each of us got to college. I could tell something was on her mind. When she bit her lower lip and smiled. ..."The professor really likes you. " she broke into w giggle and was flush in her cheeks. I replied that is nice. She immediately knew that I didn't get what she meant. "I mean he really likes you! " her look more seriously intent on me getting her drift. I said ok questioning. Then I questioned how she knew. She went on to explain that the prof