Professor Student Erotica Novels & Stories

"Explain." "He treats me with kid gloves and I hate it." I said. "he's always all, are you sure, we need to take it slow, yadda yadda yadda. And he probably thinks he's just being a gentleman and all. Well, I think he's still trying to convince himself I'm not fifteen or something." "Let me get this right. The professor is treating you nicely and you don't... Like it?" She asked carefully. "You want him to what, slap you around and call you his dirty slut?"

I got home, my parents weren’t home so I heated up some left over pizza and ate I went up took a shower and got the idea to take a sexy pic of myself and send to him I let my towel fall and I took a nude picture. And sent it to him in a view once setting He wasn’t online but he will get it later. I dialed coco “ hey girll now what’s the teaaaa?” “ how do you know there was tea?” “ you don’t ever call me to say hi bitch so tell me” She sounded so excited “ I almost fucked the professor” “ what? When? How?” “ today roughly 30 min ago” “ almost? What went wrong?” “ he had some crazy ass kinks you wouldn’t believe it”

Mr. Willis is young, energetic, and stunningly handsome. All the qualities you wouldn't expect from a substitute economics professor. Soon his classes become one of the most attended classes on campus and the populace as you'd expect are hot horny babes. Jean Harrison, a straight grade student and aspiring nymphomaniac wants the new econ professor and she soon learns bitterly she can't have him. Michelle Peyton, another straight-grade student too afraid to come out of her shell, wants a taste of the new professor but she's clueless about what to do. Jean finds out how to kill two birds with one stone using Michelle and get what she wants, which is Mr. Willis's hard cock smashing her down.

He growled to her, his huge hand wrapped around her throat as he wrecked her wet coochie. El was creaming all over her hot Professor's fat cock, moaning like the dumb whore that she was. I whispered the dirty words as I typed away. "Ram my pussy sir, cream my cunt please. Fuck me harder." I whined softly. My glasses were fogged from the heat. The heat in the class or the one my body was producing, I didn't know which one was hotter. I've been obsessed with this man since I transferred to the school. Professor Garrett was my Sex Education lecturer. To make matters worse, he taught us about arousals, wet pussies, hard cocks and orgasms in that deep voice of his.

“It belongs to you, Professor… Please… use your student whore…” Elias didn’t hesitate. He unzipped his pants, pulled out his thick cock, and slammed into me in one powerful thrust, burying himself to the hilt. “Fuuuuck!” I screamed, my back arching as he started pounding me right there on his desk. “Yes! Fuck me, Professor Voss! Ruin your favorite student!” He railed me mercilessly, his hips slamming against me, the desk creaking violently under us. Papers and books fell to the floor as he destroyed my pussy.

“You are doing very well Emma. But we are only getting started. Soon I will fuck you during office hours while students wait outside. I will make you suck my cock under the desk during meetings. And one day I am going to breed this tight pussy while you are still supposed to be studying for finals.” I shivered in his arms and kissed him again. “Yes Professor. I am yours. Use me however you want.” I left his office that night limping slightly with cum leaking from both my pussy and my ass. My mind was foggy with pleasure and complete submission. Professor Kane had turned his innocent student into his personal cumslut. And every time he used me I only craved more.

"There are still students in the building. Someone could walk in any second—" His hand cracks across my ass, the sharp sting making me moan. "Then you'd better stay quiet, Professor. Unless you want them to see you bent over your desk, taking your student's cock like the filthy whore you are." His thick cock nudges against my dripping entrance, the fat head spreading my wetness. His cock rubs up and down my slit, teasing my swollen clit, coating himself in my arousal. "Please..." I whisper, my voice shaking, unsure of what I’m begging for.

“You are the craziest man I have ever met in my entire life!” Laro froze in his tracks. I pointed at him. “What the fuck was that?” His chest rose heavily. “You were talking to a man.” “What?” “You were touching him.” I blinked. For a moment I genuinely thought I had heard him wrong. “That was my professor, dude. My professor.” His expression only darkened. “Oh, so you like the student-professor kink?” I stared at him, then I laughed. Not because it was funny. Because it was ridiculous.

“Marcus… please don’t stop. Fuck me harder.” Marcus maintained that slow, powerful rhythm, each thrust deliberate and possessive. “Tell Dr. Harlan how much you love being our shared slut.” “I love it,” I gasped, my voice breaking with every deep stroke. “I love being your shared slut. I love my students using me like this.” Dr. Harlan was stroking himself faster now, breathing heavily as he watched Marcus fuck me in such an exposed, degrading position. “Please, Marcus,” I begged shamelessly. “Fuck me. Fill me up. I’m your professor but I’m also your whore.”

“Hey, what's wrong with your face?” “I just... Someone pissed me off.” “That guy over there, huh?” Shanon refused to look at Anthony because she knew Anthony expected her to do that. “He’s an ass.” “You know him? I saw you chatting with him.” "He's my professor on campus." “Wow, you have a really hot professor. How could he possibly teach without getting naughty glances from his students?” “Sorry, Tom. I don't want to discuss it. Give me that drinks, I'll deliver them to our customers.”