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“He asked me for extra help on his essay… while I was still thinking about how tight his mother’s pussy felt around my cock.” Lila moaned softly, pushing back against his fingers. Professor Hawthorne unzipped his pants and rubbed the thick head of his cock up and down her soaked slit. “Tell me what you are,” he commanded. “I’m a bad mother,” Lila whispered, voice trembling with lust. “I’m letting my son’s professor fuck me behind his back.” “That’s right.” He pushed inside her in one smooth, deep thrust, burying himself to the hilt. Both of them groaned at the perfect fit.

Likewise, I’m thinking to myself, maybe I should have gone ahead and had sex with my professor. Furthermore, I was lying here wondering what his hands would be like caressing my body. Not only that, but I feel his tongue licking my core. As I am imagining this, suddenly, I hear this grunting noise coming from the living room. I sneak out of my room and head to the living room, there I see Michael, my creative writing professor, stroking himself.

“Don’t worry, babe. We’ll get you deflowered before finals.” The other girls giggled like hyenas, and I wanted to melt into the carpet. “Actually,” Miranda chimed in, “I heard it’s not just the guys. Apparently Weston has… really hot professors.” “Ohhh, now we’re talking,” Kelly purred. “Details, bitch, don’t hold out.” Miranda leaned forward, whispering. “There’s this one—Professor Hale. Teaches English Lit. He’s only, like, thirty? Everyone says he’s tall, dark, tattoos under his shirts, the whole package.”

They both feel an undeniable attraction towards each other from the moment they've met and they quickly give in to their desires but what will happen when young girls start to get missing and found dead in the woods and HE becomes a suspect? Dear shy, sexy professor A Forbidden love story between Professor Alexander Morero, a 35 years old teacher who teaches Italian language & History at Bedrock university, LA, California and his new student, 20 year old, Jessica Hudson. *#*#*#*#*#*#*#*#*#*#*#*#*#*#*#*#*#*#* Bonus story: My boyfriend's uncle Introduction: He knew he was in trouble. She was the girlfriend of his nephew, and she was off-limits. But he couldn't help the way he felt when he was

When the call ended, she let the phone fall on the bed, Her body trembled, this time not from Tristan but from the fear and dread eating at her inside. End. ⚠️ Reader Alert: Things get wild, the following chapters after this contains LGBTQ+ romance, harem/reverse harem dynamics, and explicit sexual content including gang bangs. Reader discretion is strongly advised. Proceed only if mature content is okay for you. (Sex With My professor) The lecture hall hummed with low chatter until the heavy iron doors swung open, the sound cut through the room, pulling every eye toward the man striding in. Professor Ethan Metch.

I was genuinely interested in my studies, and I kept a low profile. "What's your main point?" He asks, and I shrug. "My professor and I are still working on it, but it's about how sexism evolved over time in early civilizations." "That sounds like a lot," he shakes his head, leans back, and runs a hand through his sandy hair. "Do you still work at the Coleman pool?"

Christian Sebastian stayed quiet for a second, like he was picking the right words from that overstuffed moral handbook of his. His jaw flexed, his fingers tapping against the arm of the chair. That look on his face? Yeah, I’ve seen it before. It always came before a lecture. “You being a professor isn’t the issue, Christian. It’s everything else that comes with you. The scandals. The temper. The reckless shit you do like it’s a damn sport. The fact that you’re currently screwing your stepmother and keeping a fucking postulant under your roof.”

All of my students loved me, and seemed to love my teachings. When the first year ended and the second year began, I was not prepared for the influx of young girls, students, throwing themselves at me. I was disgusted. It's an unspoken tradition at this school that every professor would end up sleeping with a student by the end of their second year teaching. That didn't happen with me. The students we have here, or at least the ones I end up teaching, are all spoiled rich kids. The girls are bratty, and not in the way I like.

Cum leaked out, slicking my thighs. “Look at you,” he growled, spreading my legs wide, exposing everything. “Dripping with another man’s seed. But I’ll fix that.” He dipped his head, tongue lapping at the mess filthy, possessive sucking bruises into my inner thighs before diving lower. His mouth sealed over my hole, tongue probing deep, eating me out with hungry groans. I bucked, moaning, the sensation overwhelming wet, hot, claiming. “Professor—please—” I begged, hips grinding against his face.

************************* This story is about Student and Teacher relationship. Synopsis A Professor named John Gatchalian is secretly obsessed with his student named Myraquel Gonzaga. Prof. John intentionally dropped Myraquel grades. The only way she can pass and graduate is to have sex with her Professor.