Professor Student Erotica Novels & Stories

All of my students loved me, and seemed to love my teachings. When the first year ended and the second year began, I was not prepared for the influx of young girls, students, throwing themselves at me. I was disgusted. It's an unspoken tradition at this school that every professor would end up sleeping with a student by the end of their second year teaching. That didn't happen with me. The students we have here, or at least the ones I end up teaching, are all spoiled rich kids. The girls are bratty, and not in the way I like.

God I'm so turned on right now. " I want to taste you, professor and make you cum countless times with my tongue and my fingers. I want to watch you cum for me and hear you scream my name when you orgasm. That, professor, is what I want." Holy shit! Someone get a doctor cause I'm in need of one. My supposed student and client just openly offered to fuck me and I liked his proposal. Every single dirty part of it. " You can't say that Chase."

“Correct. The professor who claims his student is not merely breaking a rule—he is enacting the sacred through the profane. He owns her body as the price of knowledge. She gives it willingly, because the shame is the pleasure.” He placed a hand on her lower back—possessive, casual to anyone watching, but she felt his fingers brush the bare skin where the blouse tucked into her skirt. “Now,” he said to the class, “let us consider the physical manifestation of transgression. The body as text. The professor as reader.” His hand slid lower, just under the hem—out of sight from the students, but she felt his fingers tap the jeweled base of the plug once. Ivy gasped, the sound sharp in the quiet r

“How about you shut up and let me show you what I do know?” I started to ride him, my pace slow at first, grinding my hips in little circles, making sure he felt every inch of me squeezing around him. My walls clung to him like a vice, and the way he watched me—like I was both his ruin and salvation—made me moan louder. I leaned forward, kissing his jaw, whispering filth into his ear. “Do you like watching your student fuck herself on your cock, professor?” His growl was feral.

“It’s… fiction, Professor. Just a creative exercise. I was exploring the theme of power imbalance in mentor-student relationships for my thesis and… I got carried away.” He raised one dark eyebrow. “Carried away.” He turned the monitor slightly so I could see the screen. The paragraph he had stopped on was particularly explicit: the part where the fictional professor had the student bent over his desk during office hours, skirt rucked up, his hand fisted in her hair while he told her exactly how many points she was losing for every moan. My stomach flipped. Heat pooled low in my belly.

************************* This story is about Student and Teacher relationship. Synopsis A Professor named John Gatchalian is secretly obsessed with his student named Myraquel Gonzaga. Prof. John intentionally dropped Myraquel grades. The only way she can pass and graduate is to have sex with her Professor.

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.

“Letting your professor fuck you on his desk like a little slut. Does anyone know how wet you get for me? Does any of those football boys fuck you like I do?” “No one,” I gasped, my breasts bouncing with every brutal thrust. “Only you, Professor. Only you make me this wet.” He tugged my nipples harder, leaning over me so his chest pressed against my back. His cock dragged against my G-spot with every stroke, sending sparks of pleasure through my entire body. “You’re such a good little student,” he groaned in my ear. “Taking my cock so deep. I bet you touch yourself thinking about me every night, don’t you?”

she told me, "so I can get a better sense of what you think you like. I also want you to read erotica on a variety of subjects to see what excites you. I will send you a list of stories later." Since I'd already ordered the Lovense toys and was online shopping for other items, I clicked on the test link and quickly took the test. I wanted to send her the results quickly to show her I was still excited to serve her. You probably can guess most of the results. 99% - Submissive 99% - Non-monogamist 92% - Slave 90% - Exhibitionist 80% - Pet (this was a surprise) 80% - Degradee 70% - Masochist

His cock was rock hard in his pants, the thick outline impossible to miss. I stood up, blouse wide open, tits out, skirt hiked up around my waist. My shaved, dripping pink pussy was completely exposed. I walked right up to him until my hard nipples brushed his chest. “I’m seducing you, Professor Hayes,” I whispered, reaching down to boldly stroke the massive bulge in his trousers. “I’ve wanted your cock since the first day. I know you want this tight student cunt too. I saw how hard you got yesterday.” He grabbed my wrist, but he didn’t pull my hand away. His breathing was ragged. “This is insane. I could lose my job. You’re my student.”