Professor Sex Story Novels & Stories

“A lady came downstairs just now and asked for a few bottles of our best wine. She said to put it on your tab. Wasn’t she your friend?” “Ahhh!” Skylar held her head and screamed… —— Miss Jean approached Sonnet as soon as she arrived at school. “Hey, did you see that trending article?” “Which one?” Miss Jean scrolled through her phone and then showed Sonnet the topic. The title was ‘Student Shamelessly Seduces Teacher to Advance Career’. It was followed by a censored video with no sound, showing a naked woman at a hotel. The accompanying story said that a Masters student was caught trying to seduce her professor to advance her career. The professor kept turning her down, but she kept trying t

“He asked me for extra help on his essay… while I was still thinking about how tight his mother’s pussy felt around my cock.” Lila moaned softly, pushing back against his fingers. Professor Hawthorne unzipped his pants and rubbed the thick head of his cock up and down her soaked slit. “Tell me what you are,” he commanded. “I’m a bad mother,” Lila whispered, voice trembling with lust. “I’m letting my son’s professor fuck me behind his back.” “That’s right.” He pushed inside her in one smooth, deep thrust, burying himself to the hilt. Both of them groaned at the perfect fit.

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.

When I was bored and restless, it somehow made everything better. He, too, shared stories about his past. Back in college, he had flings with older women, including one of his professors. As he described their escapades, I could feel my body gradually heating up. And I knew he noticed. I could tell he was fully aware that his stories were turning me on, but he just let me simmer.

“Make me cum, and I’ll think about letting you pass this semester,” he said, spreading his legs with a smirk, his eyes daring me, watching to see just how far I’d go for an A+ in his course. This was my professor, the man every female on campus wanted to sleep with and yet, here he was, making a deal with me while I was on my knees. Make him cum, and he’d change my D to an A. Simple, right?

RED. It isn’t really a mind-blowing moment or anything like that. I had just finished a class, tired and exhausted, and trudged to my office. But on my way there, loud noise coming from one of the empty classrooms drew me in. It’s late in the evening; not many people should be in school. Maybe I’m about to stumble upon some juicy information or something. I once heard a professor talk about how he stumbled upon some students having sex—he couldn’t do anything about it, because most of the students in Arborheight are rich, spoilt brats whose parents could ruin your life.

The professor turned pale when she saw me, and the man looked my way, and I was shocked when I recognized him. My mouth widened in disbelief as I saw the man who was eating her out was our new Psychology Professor. I couldn't believe what I was seeing. Professor Buenaventura is one of the most respected professors on campus because of her beauty, sophistication, and intelligence, so it was impossible to believe what I was seeing. But when I realized that it was really her and that they were having sex inside her office on school property, my respect for her plummeted. It was a disgrace to have sex inside the school property.

"I have seen you don't have any classes tomorrow. Because they are attending a seminar, not all of your professors will be available tomorrow. And anyway, there are only two subjects. Watch to see if they text you later on." Oh, my goodness. He's already seen my schedule, so he should put his in the refrigerator as well, right? What is it about this situation that is so unfair? My phone buzzed, and I believe he was aware of it because he points it at me. Shoot. My two professors have already texted me about their seminar. Of course, he insisted on my dressing up. And the bastard was just sitting in the living room, watching television, waiting for me. "Sir, we can watch television in this ro

Is he supposed to be vulgar and dirty to his professor? He rolls his eyes when he notices my calculative stares. " I'm not sorry I cussed in front of you professor. I just wanna know how you turned out to be my professor." " Chase, the night we had sex was like six months ago. I have a degree in physics and I'm a good lecturer. How am I supposed to know you were even a student in the first place." I say, taking big greedy gulps from my coffee. He nods again, with his full attention on me. Like he's trying to detect for any lies or mischief.

...Were they even getting his point? At the very least, he had swerved them away from all that sexual talk… Xavia, for one, was completely unaware of all this. After all, she had been busy listening to the professors talking about Zivon’s past deeds. It was a while later when one of the professors exclaimed, “Hey, Teacher is on the trending tab again!” “Oh? Let me have a look… Oh my, I… Well, his response is certainly as perfect as always.”