Professor Student Sex Novels & Stories

“We’ve got a situation. I was informed last week that one of our esteemed professors has been involved in a sexual relationship with a student.” My mouth fell open. “What?” He nodded, rubbing a hand over his forehead. “Yes. It’s not something I ever want to deal with. Our school has some very clear policies about this. It is never okay to sleep with a student.” “I understand,” I said, still not sure why he was telling me. “I have been running an investigation and the things I have uncovered are not only disturbing, but disappointing. I just don’t understand what is happening these days. Since when do professors sleep with students?”

I gasped, gripping his shoulders. "Oh God," I moaned softly. "We can’t do this. You’re my professor. You’re married." "But you want it." He pumped his fingers faster, thumb circling my clit. "Tell me how long you’ve been touching yourself thinking about your professor." "Since my first semester," I admitted breathlessly, hips rocking against his hand. "Every time you praised my work in office hours, I got wet. It’s so wrong." "Damn right it’s wrong." He added a third finger, stretching me. "I’m twice your age. Your professor. And you’re going to come on my hand like the needy little slut you are underneath that professional act."

“I’m not moving until you agree to something. A random chick, maybe. When was the last time you had sex?” Yeah, I figured that much. She and Alex had this irritating thing in common. I swallowed. “Good sex or sex in general?” She snatched the sunglasses from my face. “What does that mean? Have you had sex recently? Like someone who is not Felicia?” There was no point in lying. I pulled up on the chair. “I may or may not have recently fucked my professor.” Green eyes bulged. Red lips curled in a perfect oval shape. “Please tell me it’s not that crazy bitch you had to ditch for almost an entire semester?”

"You can't carry on like this for the rest of the semester. I'm afraid he's going to fail you just to be a dick." "He can't fail me." "That man has a god complex and probably power to back it up. He looks like someone that can make things happen. He can definitely fail you. I think you should talk to someone." "Like who? The dean?" I widened my eyes at her. "tell her what? That I used a fake ID to get in a club, had sex with a stranger and surprise, surprise, that stranger was none other than your star English lit professor? I don't think that will go over well."

I really needed one. "Okay, fine. Dr Elijah Carson is the same Elijah I hooked up with last week but in my defense, I didn't know he was a professor or anything. I only knew his name. I don't even know why the fuck he's at Renville university." She stared at me, mouth agape, "Christ! You had sex with the professor of neuroscience? That's bad, real bad." "I didn't know!" I frowned, "what do I do?" She heaved a burdened sigh, I could tell she was as confused as I was but it wasn't my intentions to be in such a complicated issue. If I'd known he was a professor I really wouldn't have-okay, scratch that. That's an absolute lie.

I once heard a professor talk about how he stumbled upon some students having sex—he couldn’t do anything about it, because most of the students in Arborheight are rich, spoilt brats whose parents could ruin your life. I approached the classroom with caution, my heel clicking softly against the marble floor in the hallway. Anxious and curious, I raised my hand to open the door. I could hear my heartbeat in my ears, excitement running through me—only for the door to be yanked open from inside. I dropped my hand quickly, my face a brighter shade of red than my hair. I looked around, trying to feign the fact that I wasn’t about to open the door.

“A lady came downstairs just now and asked for a few bottles of our best wine. She said to put it on your tab. Wasn’t she your friend?” “Ahhh!” Skylar held her head and screamed… —— Miss Jean approached Sonnet as soon as she arrived at school. “Hey, did you see that trending article?” “Which one?” Miss Jean scrolled through her phone and then showed Sonnet the topic. The title was ‘Student Shamelessly Seduces Teacher to Advance Career’. It was followed by a censored video with no sound, showing a naked woman at a hotel. The accompanying story said that a Masters student was caught trying to seduce her professor to advance her career. The professor kept turning her down, but she kept trying t

I would later learn that the class was instructed not to get too social with me. Then one evening, I was at the library studying when one of the girl students recognized me and sat down at my table. She introduced herself and we talked about how each of us got to college. I could tell something was on her mind. When she bit her lower lip and smiled. ..."The professor really likes you. " she broke into w giggle and was flush in her cheeks. I replied that is nice. She immediately knew that I didn't get what she meant. "I mean he really likes you! " her look more seriously intent on me getting her drift. I said ok questioning. Then I questioned how she knew. She went on to explain that the prof

“But the power imbalance alone creates concern.” Concern. “As faculty, you are the authority in that classroom.” “Yes,” she said evenly. “Which is precisely why nothing happened.” He steepled his fingers. “Even so, when a student publicly expresses sexual interest in a professor, it raises questions. Especially when that professor specializes in—” he paused delicately, “—public scandal.” Her lips pressed into a thin line. “I teach political history.” “And you are now part of a narrative,” he said. A narrative. She almost laughed.

One male student in the front pulled the professor out of his lustful brooding, whispered hoarsely, “Fuck… look at her ride his fingers. I-I can't control it, Professor. I'm so hard.” Another groaned softly, palming his bulge, fighting the urge to stroke himself openly. Several mutterings followed, with the men largely agreeing. "Keep it to yourself unless you want to be fined for sexual intent," Professor Lee said curtly, but his own dick was starting to harden despite his resistance to give in to his cardinal desires.