The Professor Sex Scenes Novels & Stories

He wasn't a moaner, at least not with the women he's been with but that was different with Lucian. The professor just had ways of stripping him of his senses. “Professor….” Lucian’s eyes slowly flickered to him as he rolled his tongue over and over. Artemis' nail dug into Lucian's skin. “Fuckkkkkk….” The boy cried, throwing his head back. Lucian's head dropped lower, his lips parting wider as he dared to take in more of the boy’s length. Artemis grunted, watching the Professor’s face bury in his laps. His fingers ran through Lucian's pretty red hair, tangling with it as the professor deep-throated him. The man had no gag reflexes.

My eyes closed. “Eyes on me, Celine.” I forced them open. He was stroking himself, his fist moving slowly up and down his shaft, his eyes locked on my working fingers. The obscenity of it—spread out on my professor’s desk, masturbating for him sent a fresh gush of wetness between my legs. This was better than what I wrote. “That’s it,” he coaxed, his voice a drug. “Make that pretty pussy clench. I want to see you cum.”,

The first line slams into me like a fist. “His hands pinned me down, his cock stretching me wide, a professor’s lesson in raw desire.” My breath catches in my throat. The room actually tilts for a second. I keep reading. Every graphic detail paints the scene inside my head. Her moans fill my ears. His grip bruises her skin. The desk shakes hard under them. It all feels horrifyingly real. I scroll lower. The comments are pure filth. “Who’s pounding you like that?” “Spill the tea on that professor’s dick!”

The professor was on his knees, face buried between those cheeks, tongue working greedily, wet and obscene sounds echoing softly in the quiet basement. Liam’s head was thrown back, lips parted in silent moans, one hand gripping the shelf above him while the other tangled in the professor’s dark hair. “Fuck… Professor…” Liam gasped, hips pushing back against Adrian’s mouth. Marcus’s cock hardened instantly in his pants. He knew he should leave. He should report them. But instead, he stayed frozen, hand slipping down to palm himself through his jeans as he watched the scene unfold. He smirked and quietly took out his phone and quickly recorded a short clip of them making out before joining the

My back was to him, I could feel his intense stare as his hands traveled to my still pink cheeks. "My sweet sweet boy, do you want me to jerk you off while I fuck you, while my dick touches your spot? hmm?" My sexy professor was already pouring the lube, preparing me for him, and teasing me with his condom-covered dick. I didn't even see when he was putting it on, but the strokes and the feel of his tall body wrapping my own were sending me a step closer to my climax. "Yes, Sir. Please." "Now I want you to be quiet, I know there are only a few students around at this hour but still...you're going to come on my cue. And until then I'm going to stroke your insides..."

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.

She had not meant to be so vulgar but the memory had come to her so suddenly. “I would not say it like that,” the professor said, dipping a hand in his pocket. “Sex was a form of worship for those devotees.” He was staring in her eyes again now, and all the feelings that had taken backstage for the past few minutes came alive again. He produced a pack of cigarettes from his pocket and raised it to her face. She plucked a stick from the bunch, without breaking their gaze. The Professor slipped one out too, and raised a lighter between them.

He teases with a grin. "Yeah well things changed. And no sex, just...whatever else." "Whatever else shouldn't be said so mindlessly. I wouldn't do anything you're uncomfortable with." Their eyes locked and he smiles, showing off his dimple. Azalea regained herself and cleared her throat. "Well, it's settled." "Not quite." She gave him a look and Thompson leant forward. "I know you're an adult, but you have to remember our situation, Ms. Moore. I'm your professor and you're my student. No one should have a clue about this, okay?"

He growled to her, his huge hand wrapped around her throat as he wrecked her wet coochie. El was creaming all over her hot Professor's fat cock, moaning like the dumb whore that she was. I whispered the dirty words as I typed away. "Ram my pussy sir, cream my cunt please. Fuck me harder." I whined softly. My glasses were fogged from the heat. The heat in the class or the one my body was producing, I didn't know which one was hotter. I've been obsessed with this man since I transferred to the school. Professor Garrett was my Sex Education lecturer. To make matters worse, he taught us about arousals, wet pussies, hard cocks and orgasms in that deep voice of his.