Professor Sex Story Novels & Stories

**Obsidian Queen:** I’ll be there. The words sent a fresh wave of shame and dark excitement through me. At twenty-nine, I was supposed to be the one in control. The respected professor. The woman who had fought tooth and nail to build a life after clawing my way out of a difficult past. Instead, I was agreeing to spread my legs on my own desk for a twenty-two-year-old student whose future I had nearly destroyed. The guilt from the board meeting still sat heavy in my stomach. My father was recovering slowly, but the video was spreading like wildfire. Campus gossip accounts were having a field day. “Hot Professor Pays Student for Cam Sex” was trending in private group chats.

"What class is it anyway? Suffering 101?" "Haha, funny. Not. It's criminal law," I deadpan. "Criminal. The course taught by that pineapple in a suit you have a crush on," he says, smiling. I can't help but smile too. Professor David Norman deserves to be called a pineapple after lying to me about sleeping with female students. Constantly. What a pineapple. Why does he have to be so damn sexy though? I glance at my phone screen and remember that my phone had 22 notifications. One was an email from my professor.

I trailed off when I noticed he placed the glass tapping on the seat next to him. "Are you even listening?” He raised his head, but simple sipped on the champagne in his hands then he observed the glass before placing it down. I ignored and decided to keep talking. I mean it wouldn't hurt for me to try right? Besides, I was sure he listened. "So I'm telling you that having sex all over the place isn't something we should be doing. You're my lecturer and I'm, I'm your student. We aren't even supposed to fuck in your office.” I palmed my face. Letting those words out of my lips didn't feel right, but I guess I had to do it anyway to pass my point.

Seriously, what is happening to me? He turned around and walked to the whiteboard. He started writing on it after picking up the marker. I moved my head down. I don't want to look at him. He is making me crazy. "Oh, my god, Inaya. Our English professor is so hot." Anu whispered in my ear. "You can date him. I'm giving you the green signal." I glared at him instantly. She is saying nonsense. "What? Don't you find him hot?" She asked, raising her brows in shock. I think she has lost her mind. He is indeed hot but that doesn't mean I'll date my professor.

They both feel an undeniable attraction towards each other from the moment they've met and they quickly give in to their desires but what will happen when young girls start to get missing and found dead in the woods and HE becomes a suspect? Dear shy, sexy professor A Forbidden love story between Professor Alexander Morero, a 35 years old teacher who teaches Italian language & History at Bedrock university, LA, California and his new student, 20 year old, Jessica Hudson. *#*#*#*#*#*#*#*#*#*#*#*#*#*#*#*#*#*#* Bonus story: My boyfriend's uncle Introduction: He knew he was in trouble. She was the girlfriend of his nephew, and she was off-limits. But he couldn't help the way he felt when he was

It was late into the evening and they were sitting on one of the large couches in the living room, she was lying on top of him and he had an arm slung over her back, fingers trailing circles on her naked ass, She'd preheated the pizza he ordered earlier and they'd eaten until their stomachs were full and now, they were watching a soap drama on tv. Everything almost felt normal, She was a girl and he was a guy and they were just lounging around after a day of hot sex. But nothing about them was normal. She wasn't just any girl and he wasn't any guy either. He was her professor and she was his student. Maya sat up, shuffling away from his hold. She wound her arms around her body protectively,

I can't believe what I'm witnessing right now. I felt the heat going to my cheeks because of embarrassment, and the heat of anger. He called me slut and now he's acting like an asshole. "Ouch!" Moan of the female professor that was kissing him. Sir Nicholas was standing in front of his desk and a girl professor was in front of him. Her hands were on his nape and they were kissing. But Sir noticed me immediately so he violently pushed the woman.

All the books were on the floor. God! It wasn't a nightmare or an imagination. Prof. Stephan was really in too last night, and he has rearranged my guts and fucked me till I was too boneless to move my body and too tired to keep my eyes open. Shame wrapped itself around my neck and squeezed like a vine till it physically hurt. I couldn't believe I allowed it again. I couldn't believe I allowed my step-uncle and professor to fuck me like a common and filthy whore on his first night in the house.

It was another massive flood, filling me up, a hot rush that spilled out around where we were joined, dripping onto the desk below with soft, wet sounds. He collapsed over me, his weight pressing me into the wood, his breath hot on my neck. We stayed like that, joined, panting, covered in sweat and cum. His dick was still buried in me. I still couldn’t believe it, I had fucked my Professor, I mean I just fucked Professor Reed in his office. He leaned close to my ear. “Looks like your story just got a sequel.”

I was right there, moaning his fucking name. And even right now, in my dilemma... between my legs, I’m soaked. The sex was so damn good. The pleasure, all of it. Fuck, I loved it. “Shit,” I muttered under my breath, dragging a palm down my face. “What do I do?” I guess I’ll have to end it. The sex might have been good, but I can’t break rules. The university has strict no dating between a professor and a student. And even if they didn't have that, I won't still fuck him.