Professor Student Sex Novels & Stories

Li Wei briefly answered his wife’s question. As they walked on the hallways, students began to whisper to each other. “Don’t they look good together?” “Are they dating?” " They should date." "Hello! Are you out of your mind? You know that student and teacher relationship is a big no-no!" “They are so cute.” “Professor Jian is so hot in his casual clothes.” Lihua didn't mind what the others would think because they are kind of right when they said that student and teacher's relationship is a big no on the school rules.

His fingers twitched, and he pulled back too quickly. I smirked. “You okay, Professor?” “I’m fine,” he said sharply. “Sure?” I asked, leaning closer. “You seem… distracted.” “Julian.” Just my name, but it sounded like a warning again. I leaned back, crossing my arms. “You keep looking at the bed.” His eyes flashed, and for the first time, he looked genuinely flustered. “I’m not…” “You are,” I interrupted. “Do you wish it were you on that bed instead?”

All the books were on the floor. God! It wasn't a nightmare or an imagination. Prof. Stephan was really in too last night, and he has rearranged my guts and fucked me till I was too boneless to move my body and too tired to keep my eyes open. Shame wrapped itself around my neck and squeezed like a vine till it physically hurt. I couldn't believe I allowed it again. I couldn't believe I allowed my step-uncle and professor to fuck me like a common and filthy whore on his first night in the house.

She giggled, "You think he'd fuck a student if she asks nicely?" My eyes widened at her question which also made a clause of the contract come to mind. I had to have a child for this man. My professor. That also meant I would have to...have sex with him? My stomach rolled with every churning emotion that threatened to undo me and it was getting harder and harder to sit still. To just watch, to just listen. "Damn, easy girl...it was just a joke." "Oh...sorry," I wiped the increasing sweat from my brow. "It's not you. It's just..." My gaze drifted back to the podium. He'd rolled up his sleeves and his thick auburn brows were pulled together in a frown as he focused on something on the screen.

**Obsidian Queen:** I’ll be there. The words sent a fresh wave of shame and dark excitement through me. At twenty-nine, I was supposed to be the one in control. The respected professor. The woman who had fought tooth and nail to build a life after clawing my way out of a difficult past. Instead, I was agreeing to spread my legs on my own desk for a twenty-two-year-old student whose future I had nearly destroyed. The guilt from the board meeting still sat heavy in my stomach. My father was recovering slowly, but the video was spreading like wildfire. Campus gossip accounts were having a field day. “Hot Professor Pays Student for Cam Sex” was trending in private group chats.

"If you know how to pull on their skirts." Pull on their skirts, Christ. He's sick. I'm tired of this already. "So you confess your guilt then?" He nods in reply. "How long has this been going on, Bernie?" "Couple of years now. Sometimes I force them. And sometimes, of course, there are female students who are very happy to sleep with me when they know my intentions and what they stand to profit from it." No shit. Professor Bernie Halstead. I was wrong about him all this while. Used to think he was holier than thou. Role model for the academia. Who was I kidding? Myself. He probably had a good laugh while we all looked the other way.

Already, she could see the lust floating unhindered in the air; the female students were already going gaga. “Good morning everyone, I’m Professor Noel. I will be taking you on the biochemistry of the human body.” Clean voice too. Many pants were really going to be dropping soon. She didn’t think the man would be oblivious to them for so long. Girls could be very creative when they were seeking people they were desperate for. And even though she sensed that the man was only attuned to her, she wasn’t moved by it, nor did she behave like she was aware of it. Kaden would have the professor’s head if Jutul should report the matter to him.

“Sometimes the authority figure will call a student into his office… bend her over his desk… and fuck her while the rest of the class continues outside.” A few gasps rippled through the hall. Voss’s eyes darkened with lust. “An interesting example,” he said, stepping closer to my desk. “Would you care to demonstrate for the class?” My heart raced. “Yes, Professor.” He grabbed me by the hair and bent me over his desk at the front of the lecture hall, right in front of everyone. He flipped my skirt up, exposing my bare, cum-leaking pussy and ass to the entire class. “Pay attention,” he told the students as he unzipped his pants. “This is a perfect real-world demonstration.”

I was not ready to tell her that I had slept with my professor who was a married man. I swallowed and shifted my gaze to Anthony who was standing before me with hands in his pockets and face blank. I looked past him to the students, wishing they would go back inside their rooms. I hated the audience we had and lord knows what Anthony wanted to do. “I… Can I help you, Professor Marison?” I asked with a heavy tongue. Anthony nodded firmly and looked away from me. I could see the struggle on his face. It was almost as if he was fighting himself from doing something wrong and I prayed he fought against it well.

I smelled the liquor for a moment before gulping it down. "He's a professor, right?" I confirmed. Aireen only answered me with a modest nod. I smiled before putting the glass back in its place. "As far as I know, a teacher can't have a relationship or have sex with his student, right?" Aireen's eyes narrowed as she looked at me, seeming to confirm what was playing in her mind. I gently licked my bottom lip, then smiled at her again. "Getting married to the sister of the person you got pregnant with is also not visually appealing, is it?" I added.