Professor Student Erotica Novels & Stories

Professor Draven smirked and started to take his leave when he stopped at the door and said, “The half-breed will be the downfall of Nocturne Academy. Don’t believe me? Check social media.” He’d barely left my office when I logged into my burner account, which I used to monitor the students and ensure they weren’t misrepresenting or embarrassing the academy with some sordid scandal. I was prepared for the hate speech and threats. I wasn’t prepared to see my mate seductively posing in a velvet mini dress and thigh-high boots with the caption: Hottest Half-Breed you’ve ever seen—no filter needed. #SorryProfessorGrey #halfbreed #notashamedforwhoIam #Storyofmylife #hatersgonnahate

“Professor Dante, your relationship with Lessie has come under scrutiny. We need clarification. What exactly is the nature of your relationship with her?” I squared my shoulders, refusing to let my jaw tighten in anger. I looked each one of them in the eye. “Lessie is my student. Nothing more, nothing less. I have no inappropriate relationship with her.” A murmur ran through the room, subtle but sharp. One of the council members, a thin, hawk-faced woman, leaned forward with narrowed eyes. “With all due respect, Professor, it strains belief that your interactions with her, especially recent events, are entirely professional. A student being attacked, you intervening personally, the rumors… i

"Vane is texting me. My friends from the studio are texting me. Everyone is sending the same link." "It’s just a picture," Caspian said. "It’s not just a picture! It’s us," I said. I clicked the link. It was a website called Aethelgard Truth. The photo was blurry and taken from far away. It showed us at the head table. My head was tilted toward him, and his hand was clearly visible on my leg under the edge of the white cloth. The title in big, red letters said: PROFESSOR’S PET: IS THE ST. CLAIRE GIRL PAYING TUITION WITH MORE THAN JUST SKETCHES?

“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.”

I gasped, gripping his shoulders. "Oh God," I moaned softly. "We can’t do this. You’re my professor. You’re married." "But you want it." He pumped his fingers faster, thumb circling my clit. "Tell me how long you’ve been touching yourself thinking about your professor." "Since my first semester," I admitted breathlessly, hips rocking against his hand. "Every time you praised my work in office hours, I got wet. It’s so wrong." "Damn right it’s wrong." He added a third finger, stretching me. "I’m twice your age. Your professor. And you’re going to come on my hand like the needy little slut you are underneath that professional act."

He leaned forward and sucked one hard nipple into his hot mouth, biting down just enough to send sparks of pleasure through my body. Yes… claim me. Use me like the slut I am. “Oh my God… Professor,” I whimpered, grinding harder on his lap. “That’s right. Say my name while you fuck yourself on my cock,” he rasped, voice thick with lust. “You’ve been teasing me all day with that bare, dripping cunt. Now take every inch like the filthy student you are. I bounced faster, the obscene wet slapping sounds of my soaked pussy echoing in the office. He thrust up to meet me, hitting that perfect, deep spot with every powerful stroke.

We laughed and then my eyes fell on my hottie professor. He's looking at us suspiciously. "Now I want more details about your master professor." As Anu said excitedly, I looked at her. "Wait, first let me message him." She nodded and I typed the message. Me: You won't believe it that Anu and Cabir are also in a BDSM relationship My hottie Professor: It would be unbelievable for you, but I had already doubt on them. Me: What? How?

he growled, hand diving between my thighs, fingers circling my clit through soaked folds. "Yes, Prof! Touch me!" I bucked, slick coating his palm as he plunged two fingers inside, curling, hitting my *g-spot heaven*. My walls clenched, orgasm building fast. But he froze, pulling back, eyes tormented. "Shit… I can't. You're my student." I whimpered, chasing his hand. "Please... I need your cock." He stepped away, panting, adjusting his raging hard-on. "Study. Then you leave."

“Next time you show up for my class, make sure to be on time. She turns, rotating gracefully as if standing on a turntable. Standing in impossibly tall spiked heels, her leather and tweed pantsuit strains to cover her full, curvy figure. A bit of red peeks out of her collar in the form of a large bow, matching the color of her full, red lips. When our eyes meet, my pens clatter onto the floor, rolling away from me as my jaw drops open. Those gray-green eyes. I’d know those eyes anywhere, they've been haunting my dreams for the last three weeks. “You!” My mystery seductress, the one who took my virginity, is my professor.