Professor Sex Story Novels & Stories

He kissed my forehead, my cheeks, my lips, murmuring soft words of praise. “You were perfect,” he whispered. “Absolutely perfect.” He eventually pulled out slowly, drawing another soft moan from both of us. After cleaning me gently with a warm cloth from his private bathroom, he helped me fix my clothes with careful hands. As I stood on still-shaky legs, the reality of what we had done settled over me. I had just had sex with my professor on his desk in the middle of the day. And I had never felt more alive. Professor Hale cupped my face gently, his thumb brushing my lower lip.

I could tell she wasn't done with the propaganda, but I didn't expect her to go extreme like she did in the next few minutes. Like an antelope on its heels, the professor skidded to a halt in front of the class, with a sweat covered forehead. His regulated breathing helped him to calm down faster. “ Hello, everyone, how many of you have seen the photos of two of our professors at the gala?” he finished in a breath. Everyone's hands raised in response. “ Great! So, what is the first thought that came to your heads when you saw it?” The girl from earlier pointed at Lisa, who frowned in response. “ She spoke of divorce, but I thought they were just so cute to see.”

“Faster. Tell me what you imagine I do to you.” “I imagine you bending me over this desk,” I gasped, plunging two fingers inside. “Fucking me hard while the class is in session. Making me stay quiet.” Professor Hale groaned and cupped my breast, pinching the nipple. “Naughty girl. You need a real lesson in control.” He replaced my hand with his own, thick fingers pushing deep. They stretched me better than mine ever could. “So tight. Been saving this pussy for your professor?” “Yes,” I moaned, hips rocking. “Only for you.”

Wiwit remarked, stealing a glance at the apartment door that Airin had closed again. "Is Professor in a rush to meet the quota before fasting in two months?" Wiwit blushed. Imagining what it would be like to be Airin, having such a warm and romantic husband. Silence and awkwardness enveloped the room. The only sound audible was the television, providing background noise for the two human beings finishing their delayed dinner due to the small incident earlier. Neither of them dared to open their mouths because they both felt uncomfortable. Fachri was preoccupied with Airin’s assumed anger towards him for daring to steal a kiss, and not just any kiss. A kiss that lasted quite a while and was d

I was not ready to tell her that I had slept with my professor who was a married man. I swallowed and shifted my gaze to Anthony who was standing before me with hands in his pockets and face blank. I looked past him to the students, wishing they would go back inside their rooms. I hated the audience we had and lord knows what Anthony wanted to do. “I… Can I help you, Professor Marison?” I asked with a heavy tongue. Anthony nodded firmly and looked away from me. I could see the struggle on his face. It was almost as if he was fighting himself from doing something wrong and I prayed he fought against it well.

I asked in almost a whisper, finding it hard to believe she would weave such a story in her head. Yeah, we kissed, but that didn't mean we were dating! That man forced his delicious kisses on me, and I couldn't resist it. "Alright, alright, I might have exaggerated that part, but I don't believe whatever she says. Do you know how many hot wealthy girls have gone to the professor with their bodies? If the professor was a playboy, he would have fucked a lot of them, but he didn't. From what I'm seeing about him, he's pretty wealthy, and the school management respects him immensely," she whispered, and I rolled my eyes.

he said as if he were reading my mind. “Holy shit,” I mumbled, tightening my hold on the cup. “Well…let’s get this show on the road. As you know, I am Professor Elias Grey, and it seems there has been some sort of…improper pairing. My wolf and I recognized us as mates, but nothing will come of it,” he insisted. A brow slid to my hairline. “Improper pairing? Is that a fancy way of saying that the Moon Goddess made a mistake? I hadn’t expected you to be so blasphemous.”

"They’re taking the truth and making it look like a messy breakup story. Like we’re just two crazy people who got mad at the school." "That is how they win," Caspian said. He opened the car door. "They simplify the story until the truth is too boring to care about. Come on. Elias is waiting." We walked into a small apartment. It wasn't fancy. There were no white leather couches. It was just a room with a TV and a kitchen that looked thirty years old. Elias was sitting at a table with five different newspapers spread out. "It’s worse than we thought," Elias said. He held up a paper with a giant photo of me and Caspian at the restaurant. The headline was: 'THE PROFESSOR'S PUPPET.'

One male student in the front pulled the professor out of his lustful brooding, whispered hoarsely, “Fuck… look at her ride his fingers. I-I can't control it, Professor. I'm so hard.” Another groaned softly, palming his bulge, fighting the urge to stroke himself openly. Several mutterings followed, with the men largely agreeing. "Keep it to yourself unless you want to be fined for sexual intent," Professor Lee said curtly, but his own dick was starting to harden despite his resistance to give in to his cardinal desires.

Julianna It was wrong. I shouldn’t have done it. I shouldn’t have allowed him… hmmmn. My legs rested on his shoulders. He was on his knees as he had his mouth doing something unholy to my womanhood. “Come on baby girl, milk for your professor.” My body shook at his inappropriate remarks, and though I should be blushing, my cheeks were flushed with red. This wasn’t the idea, neither was it the proper student relationship I should be having with Professor Grey. This was wrong in so many senses, but clearly he was having my senses, including every cell in my body combusting into flames.