The Professor Sex Scenes Novels & Stories

“I want you to jerk off for me. Right here, nice and slow. Show me exactly how badly you want that grade.” I froze, my face heated up. This can’t be real. But my body was already responding—my cock thickening at the sheer dominance in his voice. I unbuttoned my jeans with shaky fingers and shoved them down along with my boxers, letting them pool at my ankles. My half-hard cock sprang free as I sat down, legs spread, completely exposed from the waist down in front of my professor. “Nice,” He murmured, his eyes locked hungrily on my cock. He leaned back against his desk and palmed himself through his slacks, watching me. “Now wrap your hand around your dick and stroke nice and slow. Let me see

“You like your professor’s mouth ruining your little pussy like this?” “Yes! Oh my God, yes—I love it—fuck—I love it, please don’t stop, please don’t stop, I need it so bad, I need you—” “You’re soaked,” he said, pulling back just long enough to drag his fingers out of me and slap my clit once—hard enough to make me scream again. “You’re dripping down my fucking hand. You came all over my mouth like a whore and you still want more?” “Yes,” I cried, legs twitching, hands clawing at the edge of the desk. “I’ll be a whore—just for you—oh my God, Professor, I want to be yours—”

Leo scoffed and before this teeny tiny argument would grow into something worse, the professor entered the class and the lecture started. I was trying to focus in the class because our midterms were right across the corner and I was sure after this little field trip, a date will be announced. However, his hot stares were making something melt between my legs. The stroke of his moist and hot tongue, the touch of his tough hands on the soft flesh of my b**bs and the perfect pinching of my t*ts, it all came alive. I felt a sudden gush of moisture coming out of my core. The temperature of the room raised to the point where I started sweating profusely. The lights were turned off as we were watch

“Good girl. Such a messy little slut for your professor.” He suddenly pulled out, spun me around, and sat me on the edge of the desk. He hooked my legs over his arms, spreading me wide, and thrust back inside me. The new angle made me see stars. He fucked me with deep, grinding strokes, his pelvis rubbing perfectly against my clit. “I’m going to fill this tight student pussy,” he growled in my ear. “You’re going to leave here dripping my cum down your thighs.” “Yes,” I moaned desperately. “Please cum inside me, Professor. Fill me up.”

“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?”

But those attempts quickly realized they could never compete with the professor's loyalty to his work. When he looked at Isa, he could see it. Her eyes were dark... brown like a barren forest in a frigid, snowless winter night. Yet amidst the trees was a flame. It was the same spark Isa saw in her professor that now plagued her fantasies. The sin, immorality, corruption of it all... No. She's a student. The relationship between a professor and student should always remain chaste. Although if we lived in a lawless society, Theodore would have Isa's hands bounded and her ass branded with his belt.

************************* 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.

Seriously, what is happening to me? He turned around and walked to the whiteboard. He started writing on it after picking up the marker. I moved my head down. I don't want to look at him. He is making me crazy. "Oh, my god, Inaya. Our English professor is so hot." Anu whispered in my ear. "You can date him. I'm giving you the green signal." I glared at him instantly. She is saying nonsense. "What? Don't you find him hot?" She asked, raising her brows in shock. I think she has lost her mind. He is indeed hot but that doesn't mean I'll date my professor.

Eddie is one of the nerds in our class, and I don't think we have spoken as much to each other until these days. “Yes, and I think you might want to see this.” He stuttered as he handed me an iPad, and I wondered what he had to show me, but the content shocked me to the bone. “Is this—” I trailed off as I looked at the video of the professor and Jennifer fucking each other in the supplier room, and I was shocked. I watched the video intently, and my toast got dampened as I watched the professor's huge cock plunging in and out of Jennifer while she moaned loudly.

his finger brushed over the line of my panties and a breathy sigh left my mouth, “You can either take it eagerly like a good girl and get rewarded or try to fight it like a bad girl and get punished.” I moaned as he pushed my panties aside, and his finger casually brushed over my folds. It was so sensitive that I jolted upwards. “Professor.” I moaned shamelessly and grabbed his hand. He smirked at me before removing his hand that was now coated with my wetness, raised it to his face, and stared at it like a scientist would stare at a specimen before taking the fingers into his mouth, and he licked them clean. I combusted on the spot.