Professor Student Erotica 소설 & 이야기

He knows exactly what he is doing and it makes me tremble more thinking of all this dark mysterious man could teach me. Fuck, he is a professor after all and I am his student. With his thumb pressed against my clit, he slides his middle finger inside my dripping cunt and I scream, his free hand moves from behind my neck to hold my neck in a mild chokehold. His lips never leaves mine as he thrusts into me with one finger.

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.

He fucked me through my orgasm, then pulled out, flipped me onto my back, and lifted my legs over his shoulders, folding me in half on the desk. “Look at me while I breed you,” he ordered, eyes locked on mine as he slammed back in. “Tell your professor who this pussy belongs to now.” “It belongs to you, Professor!” I sobbed. “I’m your dirty little student slut!” He railed me with savage intensity, the desk shaking beneath us. His hand reached between us to rub my clit again, pushing me toward another peak.

he tried to continue, pretending not to notice that the male students had lust in their eyes and tents in their pants. Several young men shifted uncomfortably in their seats as they stared at Lucy getting fingered. In some ways, Professor Lee was almost proud. He knew he was the object of their envy. Hell if it weren't a crime to fuck, he'd probably be fucking her senseless by now. Her virgin cunt was so tight. Warm. Always wet and horny. 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.”

I cried out—soft, desperate—as he slammed into me from behind, one hand over my mouth to muffle the moans. The sound of books rattling in their shelves echoed through the stacks. I didn’t care. “Take it,” he growled into my ear. “Take every inch like the filthy little student you are.” I pushed my hips back, gasping as he hit deeper. “You like being used like this?” he hissed. “Yes.” “You like knowing you’re breaking every rule just to feel my cock in you?” “Yes, Professor.” He slapped my ass, hard. “That’s right. I’m your professor. You’re my student. And you’re taking this dick like a slut.”

“I want you to jerk off for me. Right here, nice and slow. Show me exactly how badly you want that grade.” I froze, my face heated up. This can’t be real. But my body was already responding—my cock thickening at the sheer dominance in his voice. I unbuttoned my jeans with shaky fingers and shoved them down along with my boxers, letting them pool at my ankles. My half-hard cock sprang free as I sat down, legs spread, completely exposed from the waist down in front of my professor. “Nice,” He murmured, his eyes locked hungrily on my cock. He leaned back against his desk and palmed himself through his slacks, watching me. “Now wrap your hand around your dick and stroke nice and slow. Let me see

He pushed her against the shelves, his big hand sliding up under her short skirt, fingers finding how dripping wet she was for him. “You’ve been teasing me for months, haven’t you, Elena?” his voice growled in her mind. “Touching that needy little pussy under my desk while I teach. Such a naughty virgin slut for your professor.” She pushed two fingers deep inside her tight hole, pumping them fast while the vibrator tortured her clit. Wet, obscene sounds filled the room. Her hips bucked wildly. “Yes, Professor… I’m yours… please fuck me…” she whimpered desperately.

“Everything. The way he takes control. The way he… fucks.” His fingers hooked under my skirt, pushing it higher. “Specifics, Miss Hayes. This is literary theory. Details matter.” I spread my legs slightly, inviting. “In that one video, ‘Professor’s Pet,’ he bends the girl over the desk, spanks her until she’s red and begging, then fucks her throat until she gags. Then he… he fills her pussy, hard and deep, making her cum over and over.” His hand cupped my mound through my panties, feeling the dampness. “And you watch that? Touch yourself to it?”

I reply. “You are doing very well in this class. You are my most attentive student in both of the sessions I teach this this semester, but given your reputation, I assumed it was sexual. You are a very attractive young man and I know you find me attractive, however, I can not allow this to become anything other than a teacher and student relationship,” Professor Klein continues. “I um…I have someone…I promised him…I wouldn’t cum without his permission,” I admit quietly.

I could feel him deep into my hilt. I was so wet that it made it so easy for him to reach the deepest of me. “You have been so bad. So fucking annoying.” He said, grabbing my waist tight and firm, his nails digging into my skin. And me, I was trying not to scream my lungs off. Or to call a crowd that shouldn’t ever see this. A professor and his student, fucking in the lecture hall. “Always wearing skimpy clothes to my class.” He kept hammering my inside, as if he wanted to rearrange my organs.