Professor Student Sex Novels & Stories

He handed her the paper and when she was about to sign, he cleared his throat as though he forgot to mention something. "Oh, Zoey, no sex." He said and her eyes popped wide open as though she was expecting him to award her with his dick once she passed his private classes. "Forget all that has happened between us in the past. A Professor should never get intimate with his student in any form. Nothing else is going to happen between us. This is how this will go, you come in, do your classes, submit my assignments and leave. Is that understood?" He asked and she nodded even though it hurt her a little bit.

I open my laptop. The university's internal portal loads slowly. Policies. Ethics guidelines. Faculty conduct. I scroll until I find the section I already know too well. Staff–Student Relationships. Clear. Direct. Unambiguous. Academic staff must not engage in romantic or sexual relationships with students they teach or supervise. Violation risks disciplinary action. Suspension. Termination. The policy exists for good reason. Power imbalance. Academic integrity. Professional ethics. Every argument makes perfect sense. And yet— My mind returns to the lab. Céline sitting at that loom. The quiet focus in her eyes. The silk thread moving between her fingers like she had been born doing it. Not f

The equations on the whiteboard swam before my eyes and for a brief moment, the room seemed to spin. Alex. Tristan. Kissing. In public. And not just one photo, but a whole damning gallery of them, accompanied by text that painted a picture of a scandalous, unethical affair between a professor and his scholarship student. Suddenly, what Nico had told me came flooding through my mind. ".... He always come back late smelling like something else..... like sex'' My hand flew to my mouth, a choked gasp escaping my lips. I could feel Sarah, Mark, and Ben's eyes on me, heavy with pity, shock, and maybe a touch of morbid curiosity.

After several minutes, he pulled me out from under the desk and bent me over it, flipping my short skirt up and ripping my panties aside. “Time for the real extra credit,” he growled. He slammed into my soaked pussy in one powerful thrust, burying every inch. I moaned loudly as he stretched me wide. Professor Blackwood started fucking me hard and deep, the desk shaking with every brutal stroke. “Such a tight, slutty student cunt,” he snarled, one hand wrapping around my throat while the other slapped my ass. “Failing on purpose just so you could get fucked by your professor, weren’t you?”

"Hera Lopez. What Are We Doing Right Now Is Forbidden!" Because of what he said her eyes widen as she looked at him. Gradually, the prophecy of the professor applied to her. . "W-hat?" That's just what she can ask. She does not really know the world! "There Is A Law That The Studenst And A Teacher Is Not Allowed To Be In Relationship. Also You Are A Minors So We Can't Be Together Right Now." The professor What if someone knows what they do? What will happen to them?

He threw his head back to laugh while my phone chimed. Opening it, it was a message from Raina: 'to save you from sounding old, here's the latest news from the gossip website (Link attached).' For some weird reasons, my heart started its abnormal pulsation. I swallowed hard and clicked on the link. "UPDATE ON THE PROFESSOR-STUDENT RELATIONSHIP (TRUSTED SOURCE). The female student and her professor have been seen driving to his home together. They spend an unusual amount of time together and are always trying to go out of town to hide their relationship. Rumor has it that she had spent the winter break with him.

" You really are the professor Timothy, aren't you?" He rolled his eyes and said " What like you really didn't know, you're no different from the other girl students of your class. They want me to fuck them and they please me to pass their semester." I had never been so angry in my life before and I slapped him trying to hold back my tears. He huffed out a laugh and nibbles his tongue into his cheek. I pushed myself up and tried to run. "Shit" he mumbled, "you really didn't know?"

All of my students loved me, and seemed to love my teachings. When the first year ended and the second year began, I was not prepared for the influx of young girls, students, throwing themselves at me. I was disgusted. It's an unspoken tradition at this school that every professor would end up sleeping with a student by the end of their second year teaching. That didn't happen with me. The students we have here, or at least the ones I end up teaching, are all spoiled rich kids. The girls are bratty, and not in the way I like.

Shanon looked at Anthony smugly. “You'll be lonely without me. No one is going to give you a Christmas Eve blow job.” "Good grief. Since when did you become so naughty, huh? You used to be very innocent and didn't know anything about sex." “Yeah, thanks to professor Anthony Bruce who has been a great mentor and bed partner over the years. Don't I learn quickly?” “Unbelievable, yes. In fact, you are one of my students who absorbs my lessons quickly." Shanon cleared her throat loudly. “One of your students? How many women have you taught to satisfy their partners in bed?!”

"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.