The Professor Sex Scenes Novels & Stories

Exactly what I needed to be sitting in front of right now. I closed my eyes for three seconds, which was a mistake, because the moment I did, I was back in it. His mouth on mine, demanding entrance like it wasn't a question. His thumb pressing against my pulse point, his body covering mine. I could hear his voice low and filthy in my head... I opened my eyes, breathless and realized the professor was staring at me. The entire row turned to look. "Would you like to answer the question?" She asked. I had absolutely no idea what the question was. I was too busy fantasizing about my best friend's father f*cking me in the middle of a lecture.

She thought of her Professor and how he had fucked her on his table in college — a bisexual man that had preferred to take her in her ass. She imagined being a thing of pleasure to him and Stefan. She would be on all fours, the Professor fucking her from behind — sweaty and flustered — while Stefan would hold her hair and fuck her mouth with his huge cock, filling her almost to the throat with it. She moaned at the image and snatched her wet finger out of her pussy. She grabbed her dildo from her bag, and laid back on the bed. The couple from the other room were still going at it, and she gave a moan of her own as she sank the entire length of the dildo into her throbbing pussy.

Warning: Explicit sexual content, professor/student relationship, power dynamics, rough sex, age gap. 18+ only. "Fuck—Professor—I can't—" "Yes, you can." Dr. Murphy's voice was a dark growl against Eve's ear as he slammed into her, his desk shaking violently with each brutal thrust. "You can and you will. Take every fucking inch."

"Y-yes, Professor... both of you... always both of you..." He chuckles darkly, shrugging off his shirt to reveal the toned, mature body I'd fantasized about—strong chest dusted with salt-and-pepper hair, those forearms flexing as he undoes his belt. "Naughty girl. In my class, you sit there in those tiny skirts, pretending to take notes, but really you're soaking through your panties thinking about us tag-teaming you." Coach pulls out suddenly, making me cry out at the emptiness, but only long enough to spin me around and lift me again—this time facing Professor Bryan. My legs wrap around Coach's waist as he impales me once more, fucking me right in front of my professor's face.

I wanted him to freeze in the doorway, cock hardening even as his face twisted with rage. I wanted him to join. To stand behind me while his dad fucked my pussy, Lucian taking my mouth, both of them using me at the same time until I was nothing but holes and whimpers and theirs. My clits were hurting. I was soaked again as fuck. I Could literally feel the damp spot spreading. I pressed my thighs together harder, rocking just enough to get a tiny bit of friction without anyone noticing. The professor called on someone in the front row. I didn’t hear the question. Didn’t care.

One male student in the front pulled the professor out of his lustful brooding, whispered hoarsely, “Fuck… look at her ride his fingers. I-I can't control it, Professor. I'm so hard.” Another groaned softly, palming his bulge, fighting the urge to stroke himself openly. Several mutterings followed, with the men largely agreeing. "Keep it to yourself unless you want to be fined for sexual intent," Professor Lee said curtly, but his own dick was starting to harden despite his resistance to give in to his cardinal desires.

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.

SIENNA I’ve slipped into a nightmare where my professor is not only fucking me, but I’m enjoying it and actively pushing my hips back for more. There is no way this is real. No way my professor’s cock feels this good. I’m forced out of my thoughts and back into the moment when he pinches my clit. I cry out at the pleasure pain that shoots through me. He withdraws out of my throbbing pussy and urges me to turn around and drop to my knees. “Come here and suck my cock.”

His finger circles inside me, slow and purposeful. “Yes… yes, please,” I moan, hips grinding on his hand. “In a scene, I will use you. I’ll hit you, push you, challenge you. Are you ready for that?” His voice is firm now, the authority unmistakable. “Yes, Professor.” “You’ll obey everything I command, without hesitation.” He tweaks my nipple hard, and I yelp. “Yes, Professor.” “Are we in a scene now?” he growls. “Yes,” I breathe. “Yes, we are.”

Tyler looked between them, stunned. She knew she should grab her things and run. Instead, she slid off the desk on shaky legs, turned around, and bent over it—ass up, skirt still bunched around her waist, presenting her soaked, freshly-fucked pussy to her professor like an offering. Tyler muttered something and quickly left, the door clicking shut behind him. Professor Voss stepped forward. His big hand came down on her ass in a sharp, possessive smack. “Good girl,” he murmured, voice rough with barely restrained hunger. “Now let’ssee how loud you can really scream.”