Found 59 professor student erotica Stories

WARNING!! MATURED CONTENT!!
The heart craves for whatever it wants, Good or bad—
Tiffany had a long time secret Crush on her uncle, who looked more manly and handsome than all the guys she met.
She vows to make him her man, hook or crook. Opportunity presents itself, as her parents suddenly had an urgent business outside the country, and had to travel, leaving her in her uncle's house, for a month.
Things get intense, as her uncle turns out to enjoy her advances towards him, but can't let t...

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"Your pussy is such a slut, little one." His deep baritone echoes as he trace a wet line through my clit.
"Yes, yes." I let out, my hips squirming as I cling to him. My professor.
“So…slimy with juices. My fingers ain’t even inside yet.” I swallow hard at his words, my face flushing red as my hunger grows. “Tell me, little one. How many fingers do you want inside you?”
“Two. Please give me…two, professor.” Is all I manage to say as he thrust two fingers inside me and immediately his ey...

"Your pusy is such a slut, little one." His deep baritone echoes as he trace a wet line through my clt.
"Yes, yes." I let out, my hips squirming as I cling to him. My professor.
"So…slmy with juices. My fngers ain't even inside yet." I swallow hard at his words, my face flushing red as my hunger grows. "Tell me, little one. How many fngers do you want inside you?"
"Two. Please give me…two, professor." Is all I manage to say as he thust two f*ngers inside me and immediately his eyes chang...

"This is wrong professor", I whispered as I felt his breath against my neck.
“I know,” he murmured, his voice low, roughened by restraint.
“You’re my student,” he breathed, leaning closer until his lips hovered just a breath away from my skin. “I shouldn’t want you like this.”
“But we’re both men ...." , The words tumbled out of me but stopped immediately when I felt the professor's hand on my throbbing boner.
“Do you think that matters to me right now?",
A TASTE OF SIN WITH THE PROFESSOR

I take a deep breath as I step out of the car, and Kyle's sandalwood scent hits me like a ton of bricks.
My wolf growls in my mind, "Mate."
Kyle strides toward me with his arms outstretched, but before he can reach me, Atticus gets out of the car behind me. A low growl rumbles in Atticus's chest, serving as a reminder that I belong to him.
I clear my throat awkwardly, "Alpha Kyle, this is Alpha Atticus of the Warrior Pack."
Eryn's life was going according to plan. She had the man of...

"We should be doing this," I mumbled, yet I bent my neck for him, giving him better access to it.
"Yes we shouldn't," he answered, but his hands were sliding under my skirt and pulling my panties down.
"If we get caught," I muttered, moaning as his fingers found my slick entrance and he rubbed. My knees shook but he held me against himself with his other hand.
"If we get caught," he repeated. It was as if this had become some sort of game between him and I. Repeating each other's words like ...