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I ordered him, arched his eyebrows in bafflement, and pointed his finger at himself, " Me! are you asking me to come to your office, but why professor?" I look straight into his eye not wanting to repeat my words and he nodded his head and followed me to my office," close the door." I told him and walk to sit on my chair," You're the son of the chairman then why are you staying in Jennifer's apartment?" I straighten come to the point because now I don't have enough time to play the ridiculous games with him. " Oh so you want to know about this....so tell me professor what do you want to hear from me, a lie or the truth? " he scratched the corner of his lips with his thumb, arching his eyebro

Kim Dong-Woo looks at him with misty eyes, yelling at his friend, "I can't thank you enough for bringing me to this heaven." "How could I forget my best friend?" Do Sejin smirks at him. He recognizes half of the people. They are from the same university. If he hadn’t come here, he would have never believed that these people would ever take part in an orgy. There are even two professors here. One of them is from the photography department and the other one is from the literature department. The professor from the literature department is even married with kids. Do Sejin knows it because the literature professor’s wife works in the law department. The couple is quite famous because the wife is

I closed the report and played a video on the large screen. As the video played, I raised my voice so everyone in the room could hear me clearly. “A certain university professor has twisted the truth. Not only did she betray her professional ethics by having an affair with her own student, but she also stole ten years of her husband’s research and tried to use it to turn her student into a genius. “Professor Lawson, Felix, I wonder if you know who I’m talking about.” The moment Wendy saw the video, her face turned deathly pale.

“I’ve seen him. He’s like… a fifteen out of ten.” He pauses thoughtfully. “Maybe he’s gay.” “The hot ones usually are,” Delilah replies with a sigh. “Pff,” Tessa scoffs. “You clearly haven’t found the right men.” She flips her hair over her shoulder. “That’s what relationships do to you at this age. You get boring. Stop being adventurous.” She points at herself proudly. “You can leave the new professor to me.” I roll my eyes playfully. Suddenly a ripple of whispers spreads through the hallway around us.

I never saw him again after what happened between us, because I was too busy trying not to see him again but here he was, right on top of me. That same desire in his eyes like he had that night. The way he called out my name like I was so important to him, like he craved me. When he slid into me, I jolted away, gasping in shock as I looked around in panic. “Oh my goodness.” I whispered in embarrassment as I held my face in my hands. I actually dreamt of the professor fucking me again! “That is so messed up, Dani. He only sees you as a prostitute.” I muttered to myself, groaning when I collapsed onto the bed once again.

“So I have this frenemy, who is also a student of this school. He’s a nephew of the dean of faculty. He once told me he stumbled upon a contract in the dean’s laptop. It has something to do with you being approved into this school early on. The request was made by the associate professor. You don’t know how lucky you are, girl.” Wait. I thought my early acceptance was weird. But who the hell is this associate professor? “The professor, who is it?” I ask. “You don’t know?” Tory’s voice takes a higher pitch again. Gods, it’s screeching. “He’s a popular scholar in Rockland. Professor Adrian Cole. I thought you knew him.” My fingers still. Everywhere grows quiet. The world pauses again for the f

Making sure I nibbled on his lips. It had started innocently enough. I was a 21-year-old literature major with a crush on my 46-year-old professor that had grown into something much more dangerous. Professor Harden was everything I shouldn’t want. He was married, but he claimed he was separated with his wife. He was powerful, and completely off-limits. But the way he looked at me during lectures… the way his voice dropped when he said my name… I couldn’t resist it. It started with “extra credit” sessions in his office. Then late-night meetings. Then the first time he bent me over his desk and fucked me while the rest of the campus slept.

“Lesson three: complete surrender.” He thrust deep in one long stroke, burying every inch in her tight heat. Lila cried out loud. “Fuck! It’s so deep… You’re stretching me so much, Professor.” He started pounding her hard, his hips slapping loudly against her ass. The desk shook under them. “This is what those old novels were really about. The older, powerful man claiming his young student. Feel how tight you grip me? This sweet pussy was made for your mentor’s cock.” “Harder,” she begged, pushing back to meet every thrust. “Even though it’s so wrong… fuck your student harder, Professor. Please!”

Chaz asked me what my most outrageous sexual adventure was. I told, in graphic detail, how I met a professor's wife, in her forties, at an event. She asked me to dance. I told him how it felt close to her curvy body, how she pressed against me. How she pushed her crotch into my cock bulge. I laid it on, reliving a great moment. I kept going, I had her number. I went to their house. She answered the door in a sheer robe. "Let's just cut to the sex scene." She says.

“Tell me something, Professor. Why didn’t you report me? One email to the dean and I’d be gone. One word and security drags me out. But you didn’t. You kept my dirty little secret.” I uncrossed my legs, let them fall open just enough for him to see everything he’d been pretending not to want. “I came to your office yesterday ” I continued, voice low. “I masturbated right on your desk and sucked my finger filled with cum. And you still didn’t tell a soul.” His jaw flexed. His hands curled into fists at his sides. I slid off the desk, walked right up to him until the heat of his body hit mine. “Come here,” I whispered, taking his hand, guiding it under my skirt. “Feel how sweet my pussy is whe