The air in Professor Meera's office at Rovery College crackled with tension, the book-lined walls and heavy wooden desk amplifying the charged silence. Meera sat in her chair, her bra-type black blouse straining against her full, heaving breasts, the fabric stretched to its limits, seams threatening to tear under their weight. Her pink, see-through saree pooled at her waist, revealing the tantalizing silhouette of her hips, her skin glowing in the dim light filtering through the blinds. Her dark hair, loosely pinned, framed her face with a single rebellious strand, her eyes locked on Abir with a mix of authority and provocative intent. "Abir, I'm tired from all the lectures," she said, her voice soft but laced with a teasing edge. "Massage my body. I want to relax."
Abir stood before her, his pulse hammering, the familiar spark of temptation igniting. He knew where this was going—her words, her posture, the deliberate slip of her saree were a calculated invitation. He stepped behind her, his hands settling on her shoulders, fingers kneading the tense muscles through the thin blouse, the warmth of her skin searing his palms. Meera sighed, leaning back, but her sigh turned sharp, her voice cutting through the quiet. "I don't need a *girl* to massage me, Abir," she said, her tone dripping with challenge, her eyes glinting as she turned to face him. "I need a *man*. Be a man, or prepare for the principal's room."
The threat, laced with her sultry demand, unleashed a brutal fire in Abir. His fear of the principal morphed into a primal, ravenous desire to claim her completely, to answer her challenge with a force that would leave her trembling. With a guttural growl, he seized her by the neck, yanking her from the chair and slamming her against the desk, her hips crashing against the edge, papers scattering like debris in a storm. His lips devoured hers in a savage kiss, his tongue forcing its way past her lips, claiming her mouth with relentless hunger. Meera's hands clawed at his kurta, pulling him closer, her full breasts pressing against his chest, the blouse ripping slightly at the strain. Her eyes burned with desire, her moans a mix of delight and surrender as she melted into his dominance.
Abir's hands were merciless, tearing the saree from her body, the pink fabric pooling on the floor like a defeated vow. He ripped her blouse open, buttons flying, exposing her bare, heavy breasts, their fullness bouncing free, nipples already hard. He attacked them, his mouth latching onto one breast, sucking hard, his teeth biting down with bruising force, leaving red marks as Meera screamed, a blend of pain and ecstasy. His hand mauled the other breast, squeezing with savage intensity, twisting her nipple until she arched, her cry echoing through the office. He shifted to her big, rounded butt, yanking her closer to spank it with sharp, stinging slaps, each crack leaving red handprints on her glistening skin, her moans rising as he kneaded the flesh roughly, his fingers digging deep.
He pushed her back onto the desk, her spine arching over the scattered books, and entered her with a brutal thrust, her scream piercing the air, raw and unfiltered. His thrusts were deep and punishing, each one slamming her against the desk, her breasts bouncing wildly, marked with bite marks and handprints. He bound her wrists with the torn saree, knotting them above her head, her body stretched taut like a canvas for his desire. Her screams were a symphony, her eyes rolling back as she gasped, "Yes… Abir… harder!" He sucked her breast again, biting harder, his teeth grazing the sensitive peak, her body jolting with every brutal thrust.
Abir's hunger was insatiable. He flipped her onto her stomach, her breasts pressed flat against the desk, her big butt raised high. He entered her from behind, his hand fisting her hair to yank her head back, arching her spine as he thrust with rapid, piston-like slams, each one burying him deep. He spanked her butt again, the cracks louder, red marks blooming as her screams cracked with strain, her initial delight shifting. "Abir… stop… it's too much," she begged, tears streaming down her cheeks, her voice hoarse. But Abir's dominance was unrelenting; he tightened his grip, thrusting harder, his hand mauling her butt with bruising squeezes, her pleas fueling his fire as her body trembled, her moans returning with reluctant ecstasy, her eyes rolling back in overwhelmed pleasure.
He pulled her to the floor, shoving her onto her knees. Binding her wrists behind her with the saree's remnants, he entered her from behind, his hands gripping her shoulders to pull her back onto him with each forceful thrust. He leaned down, sucking her breast again, his teeth biting deep, leaving fresh marks as she screamed, her big butt jolting with every slam, his hand spanking it with vicious cracks. The angle was savage, her cries a mix of pain and pleasure, her body quaking as she surrendered despite her protests.
Abir shifted again, laying her flat on the floor. He hooked her legs over his shoulders, folding her nearly in half, and thrust with bone-rattling force, his hand tightening around her throat, controlling her breaths as she screamed, her breasts heaving, marked with red bites and handprints. He sucked her other breast, biting the nipple hard, her body convulsing with a shattering climax, her eyes glassy with ecstasy as she begged again, "Please… Abir…" But he didn't stop, his thrusts relentless, her big butt slapping against the floor with each slam.
He pulled her up, pressing her against the office wall. Lifting one leg high, he pinned it against the wall, entering her with deep, grinding thrusts, his hips rotating to stretch her limits. He spanked her butt again, the cracks echoing, her screams a mix of pain and pleasure as chalk dust clung to her sweat-slicked skin, her breasts bouncing with bite marks vivid against her flesh. Another climax tore through her, her eyes rolling back, her voice breaking into sobs of ecstasy.
For the next act, he dragged her back to the desk. Her legs spread wide, her hips lifted off the edge as he thrust downward with crushing force, each slam shaking the desk. He mauled her breast with one hand, sucking and biting the other, his teeth leaving fresh marks, while his other hand spanked her big butt, the red marks glowing as her screams turned hoarse, her body quaking with another climax.
He shifted again, sitting on the chair and pulling her onto his lap. Facing away, her bound wrists looped around his neck, he thrust upward with brutal intensity, his hands gripping her big butt, squeezing and spanking with relentless force, her breasts bouncing wildly as she screamed, her eyes rolling back. He bit her shoulder, his teeth sinking deep, her body shuddering with another climax, her pleas drowned in moans of overwhelmed pleasure.
Then he lifted her into his arms. Her legs wrapped around his waist, her bound wrists still around his neck. He thrust upward, bouncing her on him with savage intensity, his hands mauling her butt, spanking it with sharp slaps, her breasts bouncing against his chest, marked with bites and red handprints. Her screams were a desperate crescendo, her body convulsing with a final, shattering release, her eyes glassy as Abir roared, burying himself deep in his own climax.
Meera collapsed to the floor, barely moving, her body a map of Abir's brutality—red handprints and bite marks on her breasts and big butt, her hair a tangled mess, her torn blouse and saree scattered around her. Her breaths were shallow, her eyes half-lidded, a faint smile on her lips despite her exhaustion. Abir sat beside her, his own body spent, waiting half an hour as she recovered, her chest rising and falling faintly.
But his hunger flared again. He rolled her onto her back, her exhausted body limp beneath him, and entered her once more, thrusting with renewed force. Meera's eyes fluttered open, a weak moan escaping as her body responded instinctively, her voice barely a whisper. "Abir…" He continued, relentless, her body trembling under him through round after round, her screams reduced to soft whimpers, her climaxes coming in faint shudders. By the eighth round, as evening shadows crept into the office, Abir paused, his breath ragged, sensing the late hour.
Meera, barely able to move, her voice a faint croak, murmured, "What happened, Abir?"
He looked at her, his chest heaving. "It's evening now. We need to leave, Madam… Meera."
As he helped her sit up, his gaze drifted to the window, and his heartbeat stopped. Professor Shila stood outside, her silhouette framed against the glass, her eyes wide with shock, staring directly at them.