Professor Student Sex Novels & Stories

“Taking advantage of your student like this. Such a dirty whore professor, spreading your legs for me in your office, in your apartment, letting me cum inside you. You’re nothing but a cock-hungry cunt who uses her power to get fucked.” His words were harsh, degrading, and they made me even wetter. He pounded into me harder, the wet slap of his hips against mine echoing in the shower. “Say it,” he demanded, gripping my ass tightly as he railed me against the wall. “I’m a slut,” I moaned, clinging to him. “Your slut professor. I take advantage of my student because I’m a desperate whore for your cock.” Sophia and Marcus watched from the bench. Sophia’s hand was between her legs, fingers rubbi

“Letting your professor fuck you on his desk like a little slut. Does anyone know how wet you get for me? Does any of those football boys fuck you like I do?” “No one,” I gasped, my breasts bouncing with every brutal thrust. “Only you, Professor. Only you make me this wet.” He tugged my nipples harder, leaning over me so his chest pressed against my back. His cock dragged against my G-spot with every stroke, sending sparks of pleasure through my entire body. “You’re such a good little student,” he groaned in my ear. “Taking my cock so deep. I bet you touch yourself thinking about me every night, don’t you?”

"That was just the beginning Alex. Tomorrow night I have office hours. Come at seven. No one else will be in the building. I am going to bend you over my desk and fuck that tight student ass until you cannot walk straight." He leaned in close so his lips brushed my ear. "But remember this stays between us. If anyone ever finds out their respected professor is rawing his best male student we are both destroyed. My wife. My job. Your future. All gone." He stepped back and unlocked the door like nothing happened. "See you in class tomorrow. Act normal." I walked out of the lecture hall with the taste of him still in my mouth and my cock still hard in my jeans. Professor Reed had crossed the lin

**Host’s Introduction** Welcome back... Power can be the ultimate aphrodisiac. Especially when it’s held by a man who knows exactly how to break a woman down and rebuild her into his perfect little pet. Tonight’s confession is about a strict professor and his failing student — turned into a very personal, very secret research subject on the limits of female pleasure. This one is slow-burning, controlling, and deliciously filthy. Here is the confession of “Professor’s Pet Project.” ---

His eyes had found my thighs several times already. I didn't like that. Still... Maybe I was just overthinking this. I had just come from being emotionally disemboweled by Tania in the restroom and hiding from Professor Thiago like a wanted criminal. My brain wasn't exactly operating under ideal conditions. Besides, Professor Reynolds was married. At least that was what everyone said. Married professors didn't stare at students sexually. Right? And professors called students into their offices all the time. This was completely normal. There was absolutely nothing weird about discussing coursework with a lecturer in his office.

“Who would have guessed he was sleeping with his very own student?” “I think this makes things a bit easier,” Professor Albert said, then adjusted his glasses. “We are currently investigating your husband for an alleged romantic relationship with a student—conduct that is highly frowned upon in this institution.” “You don’t need to look for anyone else when the whore is sitting right here!” Cathy shouted. “Please calm down, Mrs. Johnson,” Professor Albert warned. He gestured toward me with a slight nod of his head. “Can you give us a specific reason why you think she is the one with Professor Johnson?”

“Are you crazy? Students are not allowed to date professors. I think you are referring to the hotshot new Dean of CPSPA college." “Yes, that’s it. I’ve even seen them in the horror house before. Keep this a secret. I saw them come out of the horror booth... They are holding each other's hands.” ‘Omg! Don't just mention that in public, or you'll be charged for a false claim. Maybe you just got it wrong. He is a dean, and she is his student, they know they are not allowed to have a relationship. ” I try not to listen to what they say, but they are quite loud. Every passerby would look at me and say congrats. I can't afford to smile because I wasn’t happy.

"Or should I say Noah? The perfect little student who can't look me in the eye during class, but here you are fingering yourself like a desperate slut, asking strangers to watch.” My face was on fire. How did he know? The heat in my stomach made me panic. I tried to turn away, but he held me down harder, and his erection pushed against my butt crack through his trousers. It was thick and hard—oh my god, it felt huge. "Professor, please—" "Shut your mouth." Three of his veined fingers pushed into mine, stretching my lips wide.

"You forget I know him well enough. He attended this school just like you." She nods. "Yes, but that was as student and professor." I arch a brow. "A bit like us." "I think we're kind of surpassed the normal student and professor relationship, sir." I tighten my grasp on her. "Is that right?" "Unless you often fuck your students and I don't know about it?"

My cock thickens quickly, bulging at the front of my pants as I follow Candace down the main hallway thankfully empty at this time of the day to my office, inhaling the scent of her and knowing that there’s no coming back from this. Fuck the consequences, or the immorality of my obsession, or whatever repercussions this has. I know I’m blurring the lines between disciplining an unruly student and feeding my own lust for her, but I do not care. I’ve spent two months nearly constantly hard because of this little tease, and I won’t be denied any longer. I’m her professor and I’m way older than her but damn the implications. Damn the blowback. She’s legally an adult, and besides that, there’s th