Novel & Cerita Professor Student Sex

I woke up sweating, panting and my panties were soaked. It was not easy going through the rest of my classes. Luckily, I had only two more. My brain was occupied with the kind of relationship I had landed in with my professor. I was basically his sex toy; a person to be called whenever he was horny and wanted to release tension. It was nothing conventional, and now, it was forbidden because he was my professor. I wondered what he wanted to say to me as I walked out of my last class. I was torn between wanting him to call it off or continuing with the arrangement but I dared not voice it out.

His face was flushed and he was almost breathless. “Class,” I answered, watching impatiently as he tried to catch his breath. “What's wrong with you?” “Class? You don't have a class to teach today,” he pointed out, frowning. “Yeah. Milgram gave me her period to use. What do you want? I'm heading home now.” “No,” he said, then he shut the door and moved closer to me. “Have you heard the rumors going around?” “What rumors?” “I overheard two girls talking about a professor having an affair with a student and your name was mentioned,” he explained, looking at me as if he believed what he had heard.

Worst of all, her phone screen still glowed with that last dangerous text from him. Stay quiet... or the entire campus hears how my star student begs for her professor’s cock. She bit her lip hard enough to taste blood, fighting the fresh wave of heat that flooded her core. This was insane. Reckless. She was hiding half-naked in her professor’s office while the Dean sat mere feet away, completely unaware that Alexander’s cock had been in her hand minutes earlier. "...and the department needs stronger oversight on student-professor interactions," the Dean continued, oblivious. "Especially with the new ethics guidelines coming down from the board."

The next morning, I sensed something was off the moment I arrived at the university. Clusters of students on the walkway lowered their voices and whispered when they saw me, their eyes scanning me like I was some rare spectacle. I frowned, pulled out my phone, and opened the campus forum that had just pushed a notification. The top post bore a flaming "HOT" label: [Shocking: Top Professor Allegedly Having Affair with Female Student—Placed Her in Cutting-Edge Research Group and Covered Up Multi-Million-Dollar Equipment Damage!] The post was detailed, painting a vivid picture.

It was pretty downright rude of him to be honest. Sighing, I climbed out of bed and answered the door. “What is it you want?” I demanded to know, giving him a look. He huffed. “I want to talk to you about what happened. It was a mistake. Both you and I know that.” “I… know,” I said after a while, trying to find my voice and project strength into it. “It was just sex and nothing more. I am capable of just having sex in a relationship.” He sighed. “I am a professor and you are a student. While you may not be my student, it doesn’t change the fact that this can never happen again, understand?”

“You heard right. I fuck Raven really well, so she’s guilty of the same crime. Your secret is safe with her. And just so you know, I didn’t tell her. She found out!” Professor Fox and Professor Raven have sex? I was shocked at this statement. I know all I felt was lust for him but a small part of me felt used. Like I was just one of his sex partners. Who knows how many other students he has a thing with? “What they say is true, crazy things are happening in this school. Anyway, I’m done with this. I regret letting my lust consume me but this time it’s really over,” I said and began to walk towards the door.

I stumble back, dazed. "Professor Orion! We demand answers! Why is your student with you in your holiday cabin?" "What is the nature of your relationship with this student!" "What do you have to say about the sex for grades accusations?" "There is a report of your reputation that holds water to that accusation. What do you have to say for yourself?"

I could tell she wasn't done with the propaganda, but I didn't expect her to go extreme like she did in the next few minutes. Like an antelope on its heels, the professor skidded to a halt in front of the class, with a sweat covered forehead. His regulated breathing helped him to calm down faster. “ Hello, everyone, how many of you have seen the photos of two of our professors at the gala?” he finished in a breath. Everyone's hands raised in response. “ Great! So, what is the first thought that came to your heads when you saw it?” The girl from earlier pointed at Lisa, who frowned in response. “ She spoke of divorce, but I thought they were just so cute to see.”

She had not meant to be so vulgar but the memory had come to her so suddenly. “I would not say it like that,” the professor said, dipping a hand in his pocket. “Sex was a form of worship for those devotees.” He was staring in her eyes again now, and all the feelings that had taken backstage for the past few minutes came alive again. He produced a pack of cigarettes from his pocket and raised it to her face. She plucked a stick from the bunch, without breaking their gaze. The Professor slipped one out too, and raised a lighter between them.

I pointed out and he nodded. “Twelve.” He corrected like thay was more important than the fact that they were actually close. “That is not the important part.” I groaned, feeling my anxiety getting over the roof. I have read about how they expel students caught in relationships with their professors. I have also seen how they sack the said professor. It was unethical. And this was practically forbidden. Clearly, Nikolai didn't see that as a reason to panic. Because he took a sip of water, my knees started bobbing.