Professor Student Sex Novels & Stories

“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.”

“I’ve seen him. He’s like… a fifteen out of ten.” He pauses thoughtfully. “Maybe he’s gay.” “The hot ones usually are,” Delilah replies with a sigh. “Pff,” Tessa scoffs. “You clearly haven’t found the right men.” She flips her hair over her shoulder. “That’s what relationships do to you at this age. You get boring. Stop being adventurous.” She points at herself proudly. “You can leave the new professor to me.” I roll my eyes playfully. Suddenly a ripple of whispers spreads through the hallway around us.

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.

Sofie's POV "Did you hear about the professor from the faculty of botany? Allegedly, she had sex with five male professors in her faculty, and was caught on camera, and now the professors are getting fired while she's getting her license revoked, I mean how crazy is that?" Katie rambled, as we placed our food trays on the cafeteria table before taking out seats. "Yeah, it's crazy. It's really crazy." I muttered, cutting the ham on my plate into smaller pieces.

If I could have stopped her, I would have done so. "Hmmm, we saw that she was pimping a student, and it was one of your schoolmates. He uses her to deliver drugs and also as a sex slave." "What?" Russell asked in shock. "So the professor is a drug dealer?" I nodded. "Hmm, I wonder who told on you. It could be Prof. Alcantara or Prof. Larry, who is always bugging me." Russell finally got dressed. She is wearing jeans and a t-shirt. It's simple, but it enhances her sexual appeal and charm.

"Are you denying the relationship, then?" "Of course, I am," the professor said. "I was merely giving a student a ride. A student who, I might add, works at my company under the school’s approval. It is common sense for me to ensure his safe transportation to and from work. The fact that this has been twisted into something so absurd is frankly infuriating and insulting to my career, reputation and personality.” I barely had time to process his words before he delivered the final blow. "Why would I ever be in a relationship with a mere student?"

“It’s… fiction, Professor. Just a creative exercise. I was exploring the theme of power imbalance in mentor-student relationships for my thesis and… I got carried away.” He raised one dark eyebrow. “Carried away.” He turned the monitor slightly so I could see the screen. The paragraph he had stopped on was particularly explicit: the part where the fictional professor had the student bent over his desk during office hours, skirt rucked up, his hand fisted in her hair while he told her exactly how many points she was losing for every moan. My stomach flipped. Heat pooled low in my belly.

More phone calls… “Dean Mariano, have you heard about this disturbing news regarding one of our professors and her student?” ”Yes I have, Professor Tan. But, to be honest, I really don’t find anything problematic with their current situation. We have a number of ongoing romantic relationships with our staff and our students and they have not, in any way, been viewed as a negative, much more a collegiate issue.” ”Well, I’ve been emailed some images that might change a lot of people’s minds. And these do come from a reliable source.”

He teases with a grin. "Yeah well things changed. And no sex, just...whatever else." "Whatever else shouldn't be said so mindlessly. I wouldn't do anything you're uncomfortable with." Their eyes locked and he smiles, showing off his dimple. Azalea regained herself and cleared her throat. "Well, it's settled." "Not quite." She gave him a look and Thompson leant forward. "I know you're an adult, but you have to remember our situation, Ms. Moore. I'm your professor and you're my student. No one should have a clue about this, okay?"

“I want you to walk out of here with my cum running down your thighs. No panties. Understand?” “Yes Professor.” I straightened my dress as best I could. My pussy felt sore and full of him. As I walked to the door I could already feel his cum leaking down my inner thighs. “Next time,” he said before I left, “I am going to fuck that tight little ass too. And you are going to beg me for it.” I left his office with my face flushed and his cum slowly dripping out of me. Students were still walking around campus but none of them knew that the quiet good girl in the front row had just been used and filled by her professor.