Professor Student Sex Novels & Stories

His gaze landed on her, but he showed no reaction, merely continuing his lecture as if nothing had happened. Heather kept listening to the gossip. Another student jumped in to defend him. "That's ridiculous. The professor is a normal guy. I've even heard that he has a fiancée abroad. Rumor has it that she's an heiress with serious connections."

I quietly left the room, not minding the loud noises. I moved my feet towards Prof's office, and until now, I still can't believe that someone who is looked up to by some students, including me, can lower themselves just to have sex. Just to have sex with a person they don't even know completely except for their name. It's fine if they want to have sex with each other since they are both single, but doing it on school property and in their office is not appropriate. I took a deep breath before knocking on the door in front of me. I heard Prof's response, "Come in."

I trailed off when I noticed he placed the glass tapping on the seat next to him. "Are you even listening?” He raised his head, but simple sipped on the champagne in his hands then he observed the glass before placing it down. I ignored and decided to keep talking. I mean it wouldn't hurt for me to try right? Besides, I was sure he listened. "So I'm telling you that having sex all over the place isn't something we should be doing. You're my lecturer and I'm, I'm your student. We aren't even supposed to fuck in your office.” I palmed my face. Letting those words out of my lips didn't feel right, but I guess I had to do it anyway to pass my point.

“That’s why we are sitting here watching her and her girls play volleyball in bikinis." Stacey is the only friend I have been able to make at this school other than my roommates. I don't want to wreck that by actually dating her and then becoming physical. Luis suggested Stacey and I become "friends with benefits," but I don't do casual sex. Before Professor Davis, I hadn't done it at all. Maybe things would be easier if I were someone like Luis, who has a new girlfriend every week. Maybe then I'd finally be able to forget how my Professor's skin smells when she's excited, or how her legs feel when she is straddling me, or... “Mr. Salazar, can you stay behind after class for a few minutes?”

I was right there, moaning his fucking name. And even right now, in my dilemma... between my legs, I’m soaked. The sex was so damn good. The pleasure, all of it. Fuck, I loved it. “Shit,” I muttered under my breath, dragging a palm down my face. “What do I do?” I guess I’ll have to end it. The sex might have been good, but I can’t break rules. The university has strict no dating between a professor and a student. And even if they didn't have that, I won't still fuck him.

“Lesson three: complete surrender.” He thrust deep in one long stroke, burying every inch in her tight heat. Lila cried out loud. “Fuck! It’s so deep… You’re stretching me so much, Professor.” He started pounding her hard, his hips slapping loudly against her ass. The desk shook under them. “This is what those old novels were really about. The older, powerful man claiming his young student. Feel how tight you grip me? This sweet pussy was made for your mentor’s cock.” “Harder,” she begged, pushing back to meet every thrust. “Even though it’s so wrong… fuck your student harder, Professor. Please!”

I retreated back on my seat, sharing a glance with Stephano who mirrored my expression. We both were caught red handed. “Uh. Sir we were discussing work?” His sentence came out more like a question. “Work? With her face in your neck?” Professor arched an eyebrow at me, expecting an answer. I gulped. “Well-" Before I could say anything further he stopped me with his hand in the midair. “I suggest you both try to keep your adult romance at bay in the class or I’ll have to kick you out.” He venomously rasped out in silence. The students were looking at us with an unreadable expression.

“Since the day you chose me as your professor, I’ve liked you. If you accept me, I can give you everything you ever wanted. For example, I can make your research on mermaids receive government recognition and you’ll receive a lot of funding. Or, I can even make you a biologist who’s more famous than Charles Darwin.” I looked at Gary in shock. I couldn’t believe that the outstanding professor and senior that I looked up to would abuse his authority just to have sex with me, his student! This made me feel disgusting and furious. Gary took my silence as consent, and his touch became even more unrestrained. “Linda, are you accepting me? Do you know that your skin is very smooth?” As he said that

“You don't know what you are saying, you are just caught in the moment just like me, that's why..” “Caught in the moment? Yes, but this is not just an impulse act, I really want you to fuck me Professor, maybe I can get a closure with that,” I whispered as I clung to him. “We can't do anything like that,” he said, pushing me away, but I wasn't letting him just disregard what we felt. “Why can't we? People fuck each other all the time!” I mumbled, but he took offense. “But we are not just people; you are my student, and I'm your Professor, so we aren't just people, Jennifer, we are different.” He rasped, but I didn't haven't it.

I remember that last session, some rumors were flying around of professors sleeping with students in order to increase their grade, and if I remember correctly, they were all sacked but there was a particular professor who was called back and I knew without any doubt that he was the one standing in front of me right now. "You expect me to sleep with you?" I ask in a very shocked tone. "If you want your scholarship that bad." He says with a smirk. Him asking for sex, I could handle, but his cockiness while doing it, like it's a foregone conclusion that I'm going to be sleeping with him, has that thread in me snapping. "How dare you!!" "Even if the only other option is to be killed, I would ne