Novel & Cerita Professor Student Sex

My voice came out muffled as I tried to speak and she snorted, reaching for the clothing in my mouth before pulling it off. “What the hell is this about?” I questioned, coughing slightly but she simply shrugged, an amused look on her face as she circled me. “Don't you know it's illegal to date your student, professor?” She asked and I froze. “And one who is also your gender. Don't you know it's shameful?” “What are you talking about?” I asked in response, keeping my voice as neutral as possible as my eyes darted around for ways I could get away. “What am I talking about?” She asked in amusement as she clicked her tongue. “You haven't been fucking around with Aaron? With my boyfriend? You hav

" Only in your head. Because in his, apparently, you are already almost engaged. " Why do you say that? " Girlfriend, this is the first time I've seen this teacher being sociable with students. And yesterday he kept looking in your direction. Either you are silly or you are playing dumb. And once again I reflected on how much I missed that was much more noticeable to others. I knew that I was living a sexual and dangerous adventure with a professor, perhaps 15 years older than me. But romantic? A romantic affair, is it? I really needed to stop and think about it coldly.

It was late into the evening and they were sitting on one of the large couches in the living room, she was lying on top of him and he had an arm slung over her back, fingers trailing circles on her naked ass, She'd preheated the pizza he ordered earlier and they'd eaten until their stomachs were full and now, they were watching a soap drama on tv. Everything almost felt normal, She was a girl and he was a guy and they were just lounging around after a day of hot sex. But nothing about them was normal. She wasn't just any girl and he wasn't any guy either. He was her professor and she was his student. Maya sat up, shuffling away from his hold. She wound her arms around her body protectively,

“Do you really want to do that, Sienna?” His calm tone gives me pause and I really think about this. Professor Abel is one of those professors who knows people in higher places. There has been some reports from fellow female students about him offering sex for grades and each time, nothing is ever done. I’m not sure what kind of power this man has but it makes him immune to punishment. He always has his way at the end of the day or else, you keep failing the course until you give him what he wants. I can’t risk failing now that I’m in my finals. I just can’t.

I closed my office door and leaned against it, palms flat against the wood, dragging in deep breaths that did nothing to slow the hammer of my pulse or the insistent throb in my cock. She had been in my classroom that day. Third row, center. Biting that full lower lip like she knew exactly what it did to me. Crossing and uncrossing those long legs, flashing just enough thigh to make my mouth go dry. Looking up at me with those dark eyes that promised every depraved thing I had ever imagined doing to her. Twenty-three years old. My student. A celebrity with the world begging to taste her. And I was a fifty-one-year-old biology professor who should have known better—but my body didn’t care abo

I bite my lip and stay quiet. Fuck this is crazy. As a professor I'm not supposed to even visit my student, whether we've had sex before or not. And as an undercover agent, I'm not supposed to visit my supposed client. I'm supposed to guard and protect him and not think about fucking him again. " Guys, I'm confused."

What I saw made my cock harden instantly. Professor Jonathan Hale, respected, married, always so composed, had one of his students bent over his desk. Her skirt was shoved up around her waist, blouse open, breasts pressed against the wood. He was behind her, pants around his ankles, pounding into her with deep, powerful strokes. Her moans were desperate, muffled against her arm. “Fuck, Professor… harder,” she whimpered. He spanked her ass hard, the sound sharp. “Take it, Evelyn. Take your professor’s cock like the dirty little student you are.”

Julianna It was wrong. I shouldn’t have done it. I shouldn’t have allowed him… hmmmn. My legs rested on his shoulders. He was on his knees as he had his mouth doing something unholy to my womanhood. “Come on baby girl, milk for your professor.” My body shook at his inappropriate remarks, and though I should be blushing, my cheeks were flushed with red. This wasn’t the idea, neither was it the proper student relationship I should be having with Professor Grey. This was wrong in so many senses, but clearly he was having my senses, including every cell in my body combusting into flames.

“It’s really OK, Vicky. You can tell me the truth. I won’t judge. That student of yours is HOT AF. If you want to sleep with him, that’s called being human.” “Yuck, Juan, sleeping with students is disgusting.” I grimace. “Then I guess I am disgusting.” She deadpans. “What?” “As I said, I would not judge you if you told me the truth, because I, actually, am sleeping with my professor for a while.” “What? Who? How? When?” I am totally shocked.

That and our careers. “Are you planning to get me into trouble? What if someone sees us together?” “Let them,” I said. “I want them to see how I fuck their beautiful professor.” “We are going to my apartment,” she said again, firmly. “I want you to fuck my holes in my bed.” My cock throbbed at her words. I’m gonna fuck my professor in her house, on her bed too? Every corner of her house? “Interesting, pro Carter… You want your student to fuck you in her house?”