Novel & Cerita Used Profanity

My Professor's Obsession PURE ENGLISH VERSION Written by: AdicQueen09 Genre: Romance/ Adult Fiction 18+ This book is a work of fiction , Names and Characters , Some places and incidents are products of the author's imagination and are used factitiously , Any resemblance to actual events , places or persons , living or dead is entirely coincidence. WARNING: THIS STORY CONTAINS MATURED CONTENTS. READ AT YOUR OWN RISK. ************************* This story is about Student and Teacher relationship.

The class was silent, waiting for him to speak. "Good afternoon. This is psychology twenty-two hundred, the study of deviant behavior. I'm Professor Theodore Ashford. Dr. Ashford is also fine, " His modulated, deep voice resonated within the walls of the room with ease. "Now, I know half the class is here to just pass. The other half are actually up for the challenge." The sound of uneasy students shifting in their seats filled the air. Isa saw a glimmer of a smirk appear on the professor's face in response to the discomfort.

“The windows are tinted so stop struggling.” “Professor…” The word tore out of me, a mix of plea and broken moan, muffled as I tried to twist away. “That’s right,” He smiled, dark and triumphant. “Say it again.” “Professor, please—” My voice cracked as my hips betrayed me, grinding helplessly against his hand. His fingers curled deep, stroking exactly where I couldn’t resist. Pressure coiled fast, unstoppable, my body trembling as his thumb circled my clit in ruthless precision.

"You’re really sitting here finger-fucking yourself in the middle of class like a desperate little slut?" The filthy word made my clit pulse violently. I rubbed faster, biting my lip to hold back a moan. "Maybe I am. What are you going to do about it?" For a second, I thought he might snap. His large hand gripped the back of his chair tightly, knuckles turning white. I could see the bulge growing in his jeans...thick and impressive. "You should be ashamed," he growled quietly, but his eyes stayed glued to my lap. "If the professor finds out what a filthy whore you are, you’ll be expelled."

“At least I get fucked properly. You’re still chasing a man who barely looks at you.” Professor Harlan muttered something panicked about his wife and tenure before bolting past me, nearly tripping over his own feet. I felt bile rise in my throat. The sight of his glistening, cum-covered cock, the smell of sex in the air was revolting. Especially knowing Sophia had done it so casually. “You’re disgusting,” I said quietly, voice steady despite the nausea. “Both of you, how can you even be fucking with a professor because of grades atleast I've dignity not to be spreading for some Fs because I know you're definitely getting that”.

" I teased, holding his cock, getting on his knees and bringing his tip to rest against my opening. “Hmm. His gaze was full of intent, watching what I was doing. - I think that I can't be in bed with you and not move. You're hot as hell... damn! I've never been very fond of gratuitous profanity. I always thought that was an attitude lazy, a communication habit of people who didn't bother looking for the right words. But at the time I judged that the word he was thinking of using was the right one. with the head of his cock stroking the moist folds of my pussy, I said to him: - Say. Say what you were going to say.

WARNING SIGNS: LANGUAGE THAT IS UNAMBIGUOUS CURSING VIOLENCE, GUN VIOLENCE SELF-INFLICTED HARM BLOOD, DECEASE, and GORE VALENTINA POV My fist slammed down on my desk with a loud bang that echoed throughout the room. I growled in irritation, my patience was running out. I was really angry. Fucking hell. Since I've been back home, all I've encountered is chaos. Just when I think I'm making progress, something unexpected pulls me back to reality. This job can be so fucking annoying at times.

I didn't know if he was still angry or if this was him about to break. “You don't know what? That you were naked in front of the class? Touching yourself? Finger-fucking your pussy in front of the whole class? Do you know what the implications of your actions are if anyone saw that stupid thing you did back there?” he raged, dramatically illustrating with his hands as he spoke so professionally. “I was only relieving the heat on my pussy, Prof. Besides, I wasn't finger-fucking myself for the whole class. It was...for you.”

“What do you mean it’s not under your control? I was robbed! The fuckers who used my credit card purchased over a thousand dollar worth of items in your shop! Now, why is it not under your fucking control?!” I immediately pinched the bridge of my nose. The voice on the other side was low and husky, yet, the sound of him shouting rang wild in my head. I briefly moved away my microphone and let out a heavy sough. After a second, I smiled on the screen and with a firm grip answered, “Sir, kindly refrain from using profanities. This will be the last time that I will tolerate it. If you cuss once more, I’ll stop entertaining your situation and end the call.”

DORIAN'S POV My locker door creaked as I wedged it open with one hand, still damp from the morning mist outside. With the other, I typed out a text, thumb tapping fast. > lmao ur prof said that??? Noah wtf HAHAHAHA The second I hit send, my screen lit up again. Another reply. > swear on my life. he called the kid "narratively constipated" in front of the whole class.