The Professor Sex Scenes Novels & Stories

His face was flushed and he was almost breathless. “Class,” I answered, watching impatiently as he tried to catch his breath. “What's wrong with you?” “Class? You don't have a class to teach today,” he pointed out, frowning. “Yeah. Milgram gave me her period to use. What do you want? I'm heading home now.” “No,” he said, then he shut the door and moved closer to me. “Have you heard the rumors going around?” “What rumors?” “I overheard two girls talking about a professor having an affair with a student and your name was mentioned,” he explained, looking at me as if he believed what he had heard.

Heat surged through Sebastian’s veins. He hadn’t come to his professor’s office for the most innocent of reasons either, but he hadn’t expected to see the man there. He swallowed, his vision tunneling on Professor Jaylen’s big, bulging cock that he held in his hand, and that had caused his own blood to flow directly to his dick, making it even harder than it was before. He’d woken up thinking about his professor, his mind had replayed how he’d fucked the older man over and over again, and when he tried to jerk of to the thought, it had done nothing but made him harder.

Maybe it is the environment, the atmsphere, the sheer immorality of it all, the fact that this is forbidden, but I come against his hand, gringind my pussy against his hand as he meets me with his thrusts. "Yes, baby, that's it, come for me," He whispers in my ear as I come for him. "Good girl." I just let my professor finger fuck me!. "We are not done yet." He says, stepping back from me. "I will punish you for thinking you can ever leave me." His voice commanding as he says, "On your knees," Leaving no room for questions or objections. And I obey, shalemessly, falling to my knees for my professor and boss, watching as he unzips his pants, his delicious length springing out, ready for me to

She tugged her panties all the way aside, spreading her lips open with one hand while grinding down harder. “Take it, slut!” She screamed. “Lick my clit! Ohhh fuck! Make me cum!” Just as she was about to reach her orgasm, the door suddenly slammed open. Both girls froze. Stacey was still straddling Mia’s face, her skirt pushed up, panties pulled aside, and her pussy glistening. And there, in the doorway, stood the professor. His eyes widened in surprise. He didn't see that coming. He looked at the two of them on his couch in disbelief.

He kissed my forehead, my cheeks, my lips, murmuring soft words of praise. “You were perfect,” he whispered. “Absolutely perfect.” He eventually pulled out slowly, drawing another soft moan from both of us. After cleaning me gently with a warm cloth from his private bathroom, he helped me fix my clothes with careful hands. As I stood on still-shaky legs, the reality of what we had done settled over me. I had just had sex with my professor on his desk in the middle of the day. And I had never felt more alive. Professor Hale cupped my face gently, his thumb brushing my lower lip.

“Failing on purpose just so you could get fucked by your professor, weren’t you?” “Yes, Professor!” I cried. “Please… fuck me harder. I’ll do anything for an A.” He pounded me mercilessly, hips slamming against my ass. His thick cock hit deep, battering my G-spot with every thrust. I came hard within minutes, walls clenching around him as I squirted onto the expensive carpet. Professor Blackwood didn’t stop. He pulled out, sat in his chair, and pulled me onto his lap, impaling me on his cock. I rode him desperately, tits bouncing in his face as he sucked and bit my nipples.

“Faster. Tell me what you imagine I do to you.” “I imagine you bending me over this desk,” I gasped, plunging two fingers inside. “Fucking me hard while the class is in session. Making me stay quiet.” Professor Hale groaned and cupped my breast, pinching the nipple. “Naughty girl. You need a real lesson in control.” He replaced my hand with his own, thick fingers pushing deep. They stretched me better than mine ever could. “So tight. Been saving this pussy for your professor?” “Yes,” I moaned, hips rocking. “Only for you.”

What I saw made my cock harden instantly. Professor Jonathan Hale, respected, married, always so composed, had one of his students bent over his desk. Her skirt was shoved up around her waist, blouse open, breasts pressed against the wood. He was behind her, pants around his ankles, pounding into her with deep, powerful strokes. Her moans were desperate, muffled against her arm. “Fuck, Professor… harder,” she whimpered. He spanked her ass hard, the sound sharp. “Take it, Evelyn. Take your professor’s cock like the dirty little student you are.”

“He asked me for extra help on his essay… while I was still thinking about how tight his mother’s pussy felt around my cock.” Lila moaned softly, pushing back against his fingers. Professor Hawthorne unzipped his pants and rubbed the thick head of his cock up and down her soaked slit. “Tell me what you are,” he commanded. “I’m a bad mother,” Lila whispered, voice trembling with lust. “I’m letting my son’s professor fuck me behind his back.” “That’s right.” He pushed inside her in one smooth, deep thrust, burying himself to the hilt. Both of them groaned at the perfect fit.

The screen lit up with the paused video: the bottom arched, face contorted in bliss, cock untouched and dripping onto the sheets. Professor Henry watched the frame for a long moment. Then swiped. Scrolled. Found our hidden folder—dozens of thumbnails, all men, all submissive, all beautifully wrecked. He exhaled through his nose. Not disgusted. Curious. “You like this,” he said. Not a question. We nodded. He looked at me first. “Why?” I licked dry lips. “Because… it’s beautiful. Seeing someone strong give up control. Letting themselves be taken. Fucked until they can’t think. Until they’re just… feeling.”