Professor Student Erotica Novels & Stories

“From now on, you belong to me, Lila. My personal campus whore for the entire semester. You’ll do exactly what I tell you, whenever I tell you. Or this video goes to the dean, your scholarship board, your parents, and every single student on this campus.” I stared at him, trembling. He was serious. Completely serious. There was no mercy in those cold eyes. He reached out and gripped my chin hard, tilting my face up. “Understand?” My voice came out small and broken. “Yes, Professor.” A dark, satisfied smile curved his lips. “Good girl. Now spread your legs again. I want to see exactly how wet being blackmailed makes that greedy little cunt.” My hands shook as I obeyed, slowly parting my thigh

I created a new email account, one with no connection to my name, and addressed the message to the university’s ethics board, copying Dean Whitmore’s office for good measure. I typed the message carefully, editing it three times until the tone read exactly the way I wanted it to—worried rather than vengeful, concerned rather than delighted. I am a student who has become aware of what appears to be an inappropriate relationship between Professor Davin Jackson and a student enrolled in his department. I have attached photographic evidence because I believe this situation raises serious concerns regarding professional boundaries and the integrity of the institution. I am choosing to remain anon

His big hands yanked my top up, sucking hard on my tits while his fingers shoved my skirt up and found me dripping wet. “Fuck professor,” I moaned as he dropped to his knees, throwing one of my legs over his shoulder. His talented tongue dove straight into my soaked folds, licking broad strokes over my clit before pushing inside me. Two thick fingers curled deep, stroking that perfect spot while he sucked my swollen nub. I gripped his hair, grinding against his face. “Eat your student’s cunt, Professor. I’m so close.” The door creaked open behind us. “Oh my god!” a high pitched, familiar voice gasped.

Every time he glanced my way — which happened far more often than usual — I shifted just enough to let him catch a glimpse of my smooth, glistening folds. My nipples hardened against the thin fabric of my top, clearly visible. I bit my lip and pretended to take notes, but my free hand had slipped under the desk. My fingers brushed my inner thigh, then higher, tracing my slick entrance. I was soaked. The thrill of doing this in a room full of nearly two hundred students sent fresh arousal dripping onto the seat. Professor Kelvin paused mid-sentence, his eyes locking onto mine for a heartbeat longer than appropriate. I smiled innocently and slid one finger between my folds, circling my swollen

“H-he’s busy right now, Marcus. Maybe come back in twenty minutes?” There was a pause. “Alright, thanks Lila.” Footsteps walked away. The second they faded, Professor Kane slammed into me harder than before, fucking me with punishing strokes. “You’re going to cum while your classmate is right outside,” he growled. “Cum on my cock like the dirty student slut you are.” I shattered. My orgasm crashed over me so violently that my vision went white. Professor Kane followed right after, burying himself deep and pumping me full of hot, thick cum. He stayed inside me, pulsing, making sure every drop stayed deep.

He kept his eyes on the carpet, voice low and trembling with shame and need. “Good afternoon, Sir,” he whispered. “I’ve been waiting exactly as you commanded. Hole lubed and plugged since I finished my last lecture. I… I edged myself twice in the bathroom between classes but didn’t cum. I saved everything for you.” Fuck. The strict, condescending professor who’d spent the whole semester humiliating me in front of the class was now reduced to this, a desperate, cock-hungry slut on his knees for his own student. I dropped my backpack and slowly walked around him, letting him feel my eyes devour every inch. I stopped behind him, crouched down, and gripped the base of the plug. I twisted it slow

“So fucking perfect… I love this pussy of yours.” Elena whimpered, her fingers digging into the wood of the library table as I bottomed out into her. “Ohhh… yeahhh… fuck your professor… just like that.” I slid back just before slamming forward again, my balls slapping against her clit with every thrust. The library table creaked under our combined force, the slap of our skin filling her library. “You like that… pro, hun? You like being fucked by your student?” “Arhhh…Mmmmm… I love it…ohhhh… fuck me with this cock… every day…harder…please.”

he gives back my pen and responds with his adorable boxy smile, and I retrieve my pen to continue to work peacefully. I try to solve all the calculation but ends up struggling with my work and not knowing what to write. "do you need my help?" professor's voice passes through my eyes. He bends over me and one hand gets placed on the back of my chair. I feel it touching me and he's now almost guarding my figure by putting his other hand next to my right hand. I don't like this tension, he's too close to me and I can smell his arousing male fragrance which is making me remember that one night's memories, his touch, his face, his voice, everything about that night.

The new angle made his cock drag perfectly against my sensitive spot. “Professor! Right there!” I moaned. Another orgasm built fast. My walls fluttered around his thick shaft. “I’m going to cum again!” “Cum on my cock,” he ordered. “Let me feel you squeeze me.” The second orgasm crashed over me even harder. I squirted around his cock, soaking his shirt and the desk. My body shook and my vision blurred. I cried out his name again and again. He didn’t slow down. He fucked me harder, grunting with every thrust. “Yes, squirt all over your professor’s cock like the dirty student you are.”

But those attempts quickly realized they could never compete with the professor's loyalty to his work. When he looked at Isa, he could see it. Her eyes were dark... brown like a barren forest in a frigid, snowless winter night. Yet amidst the trees was a flame. It was the same spark Isa saw in her professor that now plagued her fantasies. The sin, immorality, corruption of it all... No. She's a student. The relationship between a professor and student should always remain chaste. Although if we lived in a lawless society, Theodore would have Isa's hands bounded and her ass branded with his belt.