Professor Student Erotica Novels & Stories

My eyes closed. “Eyes on me, Celine.” I forced them open. He was stroking himself, his fist moving slowly up and down his shaft, his eyes locked on my working fingers. The obscenity of it—spread out on my professor’s desk, masturbating for him sent a fresh gush of wetness between my legs. This was better than what I wrote. “That’s it,” he coaxed, his voice a drug. “Make that pretty pussy clench. I want to see you cum.”,

He teases with a grin. "Yeah well things changed. And no sex, just...whatever else." "Whatever else shouldn't be said so mindlessly. I wouldn't do anything you're uncomfortable with." Their eyes locked and he smiles, showing off his dimple. Azalea regained herself and cleared her throat. "Well, it's settled." "Not quite." She gave him a look and Thompson leant forward. "I know you're an adult, but you have to remember our situation, Ms. Moore. I'm your professor and you're my student. No one should have a clue about this, okay?"

“Your big dick is hitting so deep. I’m going to squirt all over your cock while I ride you.” Professor Caldwell grabbed my hips with both hands and started fucking up into me with savage force, meeting every bounce with a punishing upward thrust. The angle was perfect, his cockhead battering my G-spot relentlessly. I rubbed my clit frantically with one hand while still pinching my nipple with the other. “Cum for me, you filthy little bitch,” he snarled. “Squirt on your professor’s cock. Soak my balls and show me what a nasty squirting slut my top student really is.”

Instead, I opened wider, let him in, let him take. His hand left the desk and found my waist, fingers roaming my body possessively, pulling me closer until my hips brushed against his. His hard dick pressed into me, unmistakable, and a shameful moan tore from my throat. His answering growl vibrated against my lips, rough and satisfied. “Professor,” he whispered against my mouth, low and dangerous. “You taste so much better when you stop pretending.” The word sent a shiver through me—professor, spoken not as a title of respect but as a filthy reminder of everything that made this wrong. That wrongness only made it hotter.

“You like your professor’s mouth ruining your little pussy like this?” “Yes! Oh my God, yes—I love it—fuck—I love it, please don’t stop, please don’t stop, I need it so bad, I need you—” “You’re soaked,” he said, pulling back just long enough to drag his fingers out of me and slap my clit once—hard enough to make me scream again. “You’re dripping down my fucking hand. You came all over my mouth like a whore and you still want more?” “Yes,” I cried, legs twitching, hands clawing at the edge of the desk. “I’ll be a whore—just for you—oh my God, Professor, I want to be yours—”

Eddie is one of the nerds in our class, and I don't think we have spoken as much to each other until these days. “Yes, and I think you might want to see this.” He stuttered as he handed me an iPad, and I wondered what he had to show me, but the content shocked me to the bone. “Is this—” I trailed off as I looked at the video of the professor and Jennifer fucking each other in the supplier room, and I was shocked. I watched the video intently, and my toast got dampened as I watched the professor's huge cock plunging in and out of Jennifer while she moaned loudly.

I whimpered as tears started forming in my eyes again from the mix of pain and pleasure. Professor Charlie rubbed my sore ass that was one red gently with his palm. “Good girl. Now tell me… what do you need?” my voice came out shaky and breaking. “You Professor. Please… I need your cock again. I need you to fuck me.” He chuckled darkly. “Greedy little student. You're my best student and now, you want to be my best slut.” He rubbed the head of his cock on my dripping pussy, teasing me, sliding it up and down my sensitive clit without pushing in.

His hand came under the desk again, fisting my hair—not pulling me away, but holding me there. Fuck, he like this! I bobbed my head, my tongue swirling the underside, taking more each time until he hit the back of my throat. Spit built up, dripping down his balls, his hips bucked, pushing into my mouth. My free hand slipped between my legs, rubbing my clit through my panties, they were soaked through. I am sucking my professor off in class, and no one knows, the dirtiness has me close already. He kept lecturing, but his words stumbled now and then.

My cream coated everything, his shaft, my pubes, making squelching sounds in the quiet hall. I taunted him, eyes narrowed to slits. "You're so hard up fucking a student, Professor. Bet your boring wife never gets you a stiffy like this. Imagine someone walkes in here to see your big cock buried in my hairy snatch, what would they say?" He groaned, hips slamming my ass faster with every brutal thrust. "Shut up. As if you don't love it more, fucking psycho." He eyes were glued to where he was slamming. Watching my overgrown bush swallow all his thick meaty inches, pulling out with slick.

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.