The Professor Sex Scenes の小説・ストーリー

I threw my head back and began to moan throatily and loudly, forgetting my surroundings, as my pussy began to tense and — “What the fuck?!” The familiar voice was like being doused with a full bucket of ice water. Arousal fled immediately and I jack-knifed to a seating position even as I automatically ripped the sodding wet dildo out of my pussy. I was trembling from head to foot as I scrambled off the desk and turned to face the angry professor. Professor Calix Eleftherios was here! In person! I was dead! I was officially dead! Calix Eleftherios was even more handsome than I remembered in a navy blue turtle-neck sweater and a pair of stone-wash jeans. He was also angrier than I had ever see

Being in the hands of my sexy professor. Earl pulled down my gown, each strap falling on the side of my arm as he took in the sight before him. He then lowered himself and took one into his mouth. I arched my back. "Ah. Yes, Professor. Just like that." I needed him to push limits, tear off my dress, and punish me for being a nasty student who wants a piece of her professor. "Easy, sugar." He murmured, chuckling against my skin. The damn voice, the vibration on my nipples and his hands still groping the other mound, almost made me burst in ecstasy. That was until his hand travelled down south, getting towards my slit and shifting the fabric to the side.

Shanon cursed Sarah for her nosiness, which caused her to have problems with the sexy, but cruel professor. “Shanon. Hey, I'm sorry." After the class was over, Sarah approached Shanon and hugged her shoulder. “I didn't know if that sexy professor would catch us. I'm sure he was explaining the material in front of the class when I threw the paper at you. He really shows his reputation as a strict lecturer to his students." “You're getting me in trouble,” Shanon replied coldly. “I've never had anything bad to do with the lecturers in the two years I've studied here.”

I giggled. “Do you like a delicious peace offering, professor?” I asked teasing him as I put my hands on both of his shoulders. My seductive eyes never leave his darkening eyes. I watched as desire clouded his dark orbs. His breathing became rugged when I slowly sat on his lap near his aching bulge, which is visible on his slacks. His hand went on my back to support me. “Let me taste that delicious peace offering, honey.” he croaked and he breathed heavily.

Swallowing with difficulty, her eyes glistened with unshed tears as she confessed: "You're my university professor... and you're years older than me. What about the college? What about my family? They would never accept this if they found out! I'm not a game to you, and I refuse to be some fleeting fling in your office..." Yousef’s dark eyes widened with rare intensity, his expression turning entirely serious. Taking her trembling hand, he pressed her palm directly against his chest—letting her feel the heavy, rapid thudding of his heart beneath his shirt. Leaning in close, he whispered against her lips with absolute clarity and maturity:

He yanks my blouse open, buttons flying, exposing my heavy tits. “Look at these perfect tits,” he growls, burying his face between them, sucking hard on one nipple while mauling the other. “Been thinking about them all class. You were squirming in your seat the whole time, weren’t you, baby? Soaking your little panties because your professor fucked you so good last night.” “Yes, Professor,” I moan, arching into his mouth. “I couldn’t focus… I kept remembering how deep you were inside me.”

His hand came under the desk again, fisting my hair—not pulling me away, but holding me there. Fuck, he like this! I bobbed my head, my tongue swirling the underside, taking more each time until he hit the back of my throat. Spit built up, dripping down his balls, his hips bucked, pushing into my mouth. My free hand slipped between my legs, rubbing my clit through my panties, they were soaked through. I am sucking my professor off in class, and no one knows, the dirtiness has me close already. He kept lecturing, but his words stumbled now and then.

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.

I could feel him deep into my hilt. I was so wet that it made it so easy for him to reach the deepest of me. “You have been so bad. So fucking annoying.” He said, grabbing my waist tight and firm, his nails digging into my skin. And me, I was trying not to scream my lungs off. Or to call a crowd that shouldn’t ever see this. A professor and his student, fucking in the lecture hall. “Always wearing skimpy clothes to my class.” He kept hammering my inside, as if he wanted to rearrange my organs.

With his legs parted, sitting like a king, I felt a shiver run through my body with the power he had. Professor Marison brought his drink to his lips and moved his eyes up and down my body, the movement so sensual that I could feel it in my core. He took a sip from his glass cup and lowered it. I paid attention to his lips and bit the inside of my cheek when he licked his lips. Flashes of his tongue going down on me filled my head and I cursed him. The devil of a man smirked again then rose to his feet. Disappointment suddenly filled me. Was he leaving?