Student Professor Romance Novels & Stories

He handed her the paper and when she was about to sign, he cleared his throat as though he forgot to mention something. "Oh, Zoey, no sex." He said and her eyes popped wide open as though she was expecting him to award her with his dick once she passed his private classes. "Forget all that has happened between us in the past. A Professor should never get intimate with his student in any form. Nothing else is going to happen between us. This is how this will go, you come in, do your classes, submit my assignments and leave. Is that understood?" He asked and she nodded even though it hurt her a little bit.

She grinned widely turning over on her bed. "Mr Wayner, first you don't want to mentor me, now you're giving me sleepless nights." She mumbled to herself. Having failed at her attempts to fall asleep she pulled out her phone and checked into the school's online forum. Seeing the trending contents on the forum she quickly sat up on her bed. "The new professor is a prince charming." Read the headline of the thread. It was posted barely a few hours ago but the thread had already gotten over a thousand comments.

My eyes were still fixed on Sarah’s smug face, but I could feel Enzo’s eyes drilling a hole in the back of my head. “Seems your professor's boyfriend came to pay you a visit,” Sarah sneered. “I wouldn’t keep him waiting.” Sarah’s friends chuckled from behind her. “Oh, my goddess. Are they dating??” “Lila is dating the professor?! What a slut!!”

"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.

“Hey, what's wrong with your face?” “I just... Someone pissed me off.” “That guy over there, huh?” Shanon refused to look at Anthony because she knew Anthony expected her to do that. “He’s an ass.” “You know him? I saw you chatting with him.” "He's my professor on campus." “Wow, you have a really hot professor. How could he possibly teach without getting naughty glances from his students?” “Sorry, Tom. I don't want to discuss it. Give me that drinks, I'll deliver them to our customers.”

Instead, he just agreed quietly. And somehow, that hurt more than I expected. What was I thinking? That he would beg? That he would hold on to me like in those stupid romance movies? I gave a bitter laugh and shook my head. “So stupid,” I whispered under my breath. But still, tears burned behind my eyes. I blinked quickly, taking another sip of the hot coffee to push them back. I had never really dated anyone before. I’d never truly understood what love felt like … but whatever the professor made me feel wasn’t love. It was something else. Something darker.

Jack pats her shoulder, his face twisted in fake concern. I should feel something sympathy, worry but all I can think is: Now who’s going to tell me my art is empty? The dean gestures to the stranger beside her. "This is Mr. Laurent. He’ll be your substitute instructor for the remainder of the semester." And that’s when I finally look at him. Jerome Laurent is not what I expected. Young too young to be a professor, maybe late twenties with tousled dark hair and a sharp jaw shadowed by stubble. He’s dressed in all black: fitted slacks, a rolled sleeve button down, boots that look like they’ve seen more than just a classroom.

How could Greg, of all people, say this when they have seen first-hand how pretentious people can be in their years as cops? “The Professor has lusted after me from the moment he saw me, his student,” She said, dismissing all the doubts that had crept into her own mind earlier in his car. “I know he is smooth, and he even makes me doubt the allegations several times a day, but three different young women came up with those charges, three, all from different school year. And he is now heading in that same direction with me.” She paused to catch her breath. “I want to believe the other students fortunately did not get too close enough to him to find out who he really is.”

**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.” ---

A student had been sitting right there, asking questions about the syllabus, completely unaware that Ryder was unzipping the professor’s dress pants. Ryder closes his eyes for a second, recalling the musky scent of the man’s arousal, the heat radiating from his groin. He had pulled the professor’s thick, hard dick out and wrapped his lips around the head, tasting the salty bead of precum. The professor had been stuttering through his lecture, his face flushed a deep crimson, sweating as he tried to maintain eye contact with the student while Ryder deepthroated him, taking his cock all the way to the back of his throat.