The heavy wooden door of Professor Shila's office creaked shut as she stepped inside, her authoritative presence filling the room with an air of tension. Abir followed, his heart pounding from the earlier encounter, the memory of Joita's wild ride still fresh. Shila settled into her chair behind the desk, gesturing for him to sit. Abir sank into the chair opposite her, his palms sweaty as he braced for what was to come.
Shila's eyes narrowed, her voice cutting through the silence. "Abir, let's get to the straight point. I saw you and Miss Meera that day. What you were doing is completely inappropriate. She's your teacher, and it happened on college campus. If I report this to Principal Sir, you have no idea what will happen to you. I'm giving you a chance—you have to transfer from this college as soon as possible."
Abir's heart raced, a cold sweat breaking out on his forehead. His voice trembled with desperation as he pleaded, "Madam, I will never do anything like that again."
Before Shila could respond, the door swung open, and Professor Meera strode in, her presence commanding and unyielding. "Shila," she said, her tone icy, "did you forget your position? Should I show the video to everyone?" Her words hung in the air, a veiled threat that shifted the dynamic instantly.
Shila's composure cracked, her voice rising in desperation. "No, no. Please, no. I'll do as you say."
Meera's lips curled into a smirk. "Then why is Abir here? Didn't I tell you to keep your nose out of my business?"
Shila stammered, "But… that was inappropriate."
Meera stepped closer, her gaze piercing. "And what about you? I will show that video to the principal and ask him how appropriate that was." The implication was clear—Shila had her own secrets.
Shila's resolve crumbled. "No, Miss Meera. Please don't do that. You can do anything you want. I'll shut my mouth."
Meera nodded, her voice firm. "You better."
Turning to Abir, Meera's demeanor softened slightly, though her authority remained. "Abir, you told her you'll never do anything like that? If you don't do what I say, I'll report you to the principal. Remember?"
Abir swallowed hard, nodding. "Yes, ma'am."
Meera knelt before him, her hands deftly unzipping his pants. Abir hesitated, glancing at Shila. "But Shila madam…"
Meera's eyes flashed with determination. "I'll do what I want to do. Let her watch." She pulled out his manhood, already stirring with anticipation, and began licking it with slow, deliberate strokes. Her tongue traced the length, teasing the tip with a flick, her warm breath sending shivers through him. Abir's arousal surged, his manhood hardening under her skilled touch. Meera smiled, her lips wrapping around him as she sucked with passionate intensity, her mouth moving in a rhythmic dance, hollowing her cheeks with each deep pull. She kept her gaze locked on Shila, a silent challenge in her eyes, her moans vibrating against him as she took him deeper, her hands gripping his thighs.
After a while, Meera pulled back, her voice husky with desire. "Fuck me, Abir. Fuck me like you hate me." The command ignited something primal in him, and Abir lost control. He tore her blouse open, exposing her full breasts, and attacked them with rough fervor—licking the sweat-slicked skin, sucking hard on her nipples, biting down until she gasped, his hands squeezing with bruising force, leaving red marks.
He shoved her against the desk, yanking her skirt up, and entered her with a brutal thrust, her scream—"Ahh, Abir!"—filling the room. He pounded her with deep, savage thrusts, each one a punishing slam, her body jolting, her moans turning to desperate cries, her eyes rolling back as her first breaking point hit, her body trembling. He tied her hands with her torn blouse to the chair, thrusting upward with relentless force, spanking her ass with sharp cracks, her second climax a hoarse scream, eyes rolling. Pinning her to the wall, he choked her lightly, thrusting with brutal depth, her third breaking point a wild cry, her body quaking.
On the floor, he bound her ankles with his belt, fucking her with grinding intensity, her fourth climax a sobbing moan, eyes rolling back. Meera sat on his lap, facing Shila, Abir thrusting upward while pulling her hair, her fifth breaking point a guttural scream, her body collapsing.
At one point, Meera crawled to Shila, resting her head on Shila's lap, her voice a breathless command. "Fuck me hard, Abir." Abir obeyed, taking her from behind, his thrusts savage, Shila's shocked gaze adding to the intensity, Meera's moans echoing as she climaxed again, eyes rolling.
After more than an hour of rest, Meera adjusted her clothes and left the office, Abir following her, his legs shaky but his mind racing.
The next afternoon, Abir sat alone in the classroom, the events of the previous day replaying in his mind. The door creaked open, and Priya entered, her relief palpable as she saw no one else present. She approached him, her eyes bright with a mix of nervousness and excitement. "What is it, Priya?" Abir asked, his curiosity piqued.
Priya leaned in, whispering, "Can you do me a favor, Abir?"
"Sure. What is it, Priya?" he replied, his interest growing.
She bit her lip, her voice trembling with heat. "Joita keeps telling me about how you do it with her. It makes me feel so… so hot. Abir, can you please fuck me like you fuck her?"
Abir's arousal flared, a slow smile spreading across his face. "With pleasure," he said, his voice thick with anticipation.