My Lady Professor

I was daydreaming in my economics class, my mind wandering to places it shouldn't. Meena Ma’am, my professor, was known for her strict demeanor and no-nonsense attitude. She was a dark-skinned, chubby woman in her 40s, with curly hair and a stern expression that could make even the bravest students tremble.

She caught me off guard, her voice cutting through the haze of my daydreams. "Rohan, what is the status of your assignment?" she demanded, her eyes narrowing as she noticed my distracted state.

"I'm sorry, Ma’am," I stammered, feeling the heat rise to my cheeks. "I didn't complete it. Can I have some more time?"

Her expression darkened, and she gestured for me to stay after class. "Meet me in my office after the lecture," she ordered, her voice cold.

The rest of the class dragged on, each minute feeling like an eternity. When the bell finally rang, I gathered my belongings and made my way to Meena Ma’am's office, my heart pounding in my chest.

I knocked on the door, and she barked for me to enter. Her office was small and cluttered, filled with stacks of papers and textbooks. She sat behind her desk, her arms crossed over her chest, and her eyes fixed on me with an intensity that made me squirm.

"Close the door and sit down," she commanded.

I did as I was told, my palms sweating as I took a seat across from her.

"You were daydreaming in class," she stated, her voice accusatory. "And I know exactly what you were thinking about."

I felt a wave of panic wash over me. How could she possibly know?

"Were you thinking about sex?" she asked, her voice low and dangerous.

I swallowed hard, unable to speak.

"Answer me, Rohan," she demanded, her voice rising.

"Yes, Ma’am," I admitted, my voice barely above a whisper.

She leaned back in her chair, a smirk playing at the corners of her mouth. "I thought so. Well, I have a simple punishment for you. Are you ready?"

I nodded, my heart racing. "Yes, Ma’am. Please give me some more time. I'm ready to do anything."

She stood up and walked around her desk, her eyes never leaving mine. "Come here," she ordered, gesturing for me to stand.

I did as I was told, my breath catching in my throat as she came to stand in front of me.

"Get under my desk," she commanded, her voice leaving no room for argument.

I hesitated for a moment, but the look in her eyes told me that disobedience was not an option. I knelt down and crawled under her desk, my heart pounding in my ears.

"Lift my saree and undies," she instructed, her voice cold and commanding.

I reached up and lifted the fabric, exposing her hairy pussy. I hesitated for a moment, taken aback by the sight. It was unlike anything I had ever seen before—hairy, flappy, and wet.

"Need any help finding the place to lick?" she asked, her voice dripping with sarcasm.

"No, Ma’am," I replied, my voice shaky.

"Then do it fast, baba," she ordered, her voice leaving no room for argument.

With a deep breath, I leaned in and started licking and sucking her pussy. It tasted strange, a mix of sweet and sour, but I pushed aside my reservations and continued, my tongue working frantically to please her.

She moaned loudly, her hips grinding against my face as I licked and sucked her pussy. I could feel her pleasure building, her moans growing louder and more insistent. I made her cum, drinking her love juice as it flowed into my mouth.

As we finished, she grabbed me and pulled me out from under the desk, her eyes wild with desire. She kissed me deeply, her tongue exploring my mouth as I struggled to catch my breath.

Her kisses made me forget that she was ugly. But it made me want to get deeper into her body. I sat on the chair opposite hers as we discussed my assignment when a peon entered the cabin.

"Madam, is everything all right? I heard some loud noises!" he asked, his voice hesitant.

"Ghanshyam, everything is alright. We were having some orals. You leave us alone right now!" she snapped, her voice leaving no room for argument.

The peon scurried out of the room, and she turned her attention back to me, a smirk playing at the corners of her mouth.

"Son, we are not safe here. Let me give you extra tuition at my home," she suggested, her voice low and seductive.

I hesitated for a moment, but the thought of failing her class was too much to bear. "But, Ma’am, what about my assignment submission? Can I give it tomorrow?"

"Why tomorrow?" she asked, her voice sharp. "I will take it from you when we meet at my home."

"But, Ma’am, I need some more time, please," I pleaded, my voice desperate.

She rolled her eyes, exasperated. "Beta, what a chutiya you are! Come to my home at 5 in the evening. I will take your practical exam in my bedroom. I will grow your interest rate and control my inflation. Your economics teacher will teach you biology! And if you don’t come to my home, I will fail you. Now leave. I have some lectures."

I had no choice but to agree. After finishing my classes for the day, I headed to Meena Ma’am's house, my heart pounding in my chest.

I reached there ten minutes past 5, and she was waiting for me at the door, wearing a white nighty that clung to her curves. She gave me a seducing look and gestured for me to come inside.

"Beta, you like coming late? I like it," she purred, her voice low and sultry.

She took me inside and fed me some idlis with her hands, her touch lingering on my skin as she offered me the food. It seemed as if she was feeding me well so that I could perform better in the 'exams' that were to come.

We both smiled at each other, the tension between us palpable. She took me to her bedroom like a tigress, taking her hunt to the cave.

With folded hands, I pleaded, "Ma’am, please spare me. You are like my mother. We can't sleep together."

She laughed, a low, throaty sound that sent shivers down my spine. "Achha beta, you are like my son, but still, I am gonna fuck you and fuck you really hard. Don’t you want to pass this semester?"

"Yes, Ma’am!" I replied, my voice desperate.

"Then do as I say and cooperate with me," she ordered, her voice leaving no room for argument.

She was quick in removing her nighty, revealing her huge, loose boobs. I was shit scared just looking at her, but there was something about her strict, dominant demeanor that turned me on.

She looked at my hard dick and smirked. "Baby, I knew you were as excited to fuck me as I am to fuck you," she purred, her voice low and seductive.

"No, Ma’am, I still beg your mercy," I pleaded, my voice desperate.

"Too bad, baby. I am fucking you by hook or by crook," she declared, her voice leaving no room for argument.

She quickly removed my clothes and threw them on the floor. After a few slaps, she started kissing me, her soft lips sending waves of pleasure through my body. I couldn't control it, no matter how hard I tried.

She lay on the bed and asked me to fuck her from the top, but I was still hesitant. After a lot of back and forth between me and Meena Ma’am, she slapped me really hard, making me unconscious for a few seconds. In those few seconds, she managed to tie me down on her bed.

I decided to enjoy every bit of sex I had with my teacher without complaining.

"I am ready, Lalita Ma’am. Do whatever you want and show me the best moments of my life."

"Now that’s my boy. I promise you will enjoy it, too," she purred, her voice low and seductive.

She came and sat on me, her huge boobs hanging loose as she bent over to kiss me. I couldn't help but suck on them, my tongue exploring her nipples as she moaned in pleasure.

"Oh, you naughty boy!" she exclaimed, her voice filled with delight.

I got a little impatient and begged, "Meena Ma’am, please fuck me already!"

"Patience, baby," she cooed, her voice soothing. "I promise it will be worth the wait."

She stood up and adjusted herself on me, gradually sliding her pussy onto my dick. Aah, up and down, she went on me, her moans growing louder and more insistent as she rode me harder and faster. Both of us were enjoying it, our bodies moving in sync as we chased our pleasure.

Aah, and finally, I cum inside her, my body shuddering with release.

"You fucker, you did not make me cum. You cum inside me!" she exclaimed, her voice filled with disappointment.

"Meena Ma’am, if you untie me, I will make you cum," I pleaded, my voice desperate.

"Okay, baby, fuck me hard, fuck me doggy style," she ordered, her voice leaving no room for argument.

She came closer to me and started kissing me, her soft lips sending waves of pleasure through my body. I was feeling ashamed of actually enjoying being physical with my ugly teacher, but I couldn't deny the pleasure that coursed through my veins.

She finally untied me, setting me free to fuck her anyhow I wanted. I hugged my teacher hard, grateful for the chance to get closer to her. She reciprocated the same feelings, her body pressing against mine as we kissed deeply.

As she bent over, I started to insert my hard dick into her pussy, my fingers exploring her tight, wet folds. She moaned loudly, her body shuddering with pleasure as I stroked her in and out, my dick hitting all the right spots.

Her moans started getting louder and louder until she finally cum, her body convulsing with release. I, too, pulled out and came on her ass, my body shuddering with the intensity of my orgasm.

With a big smile on her face, she said, "That was a happy ending. You pass your economics exams. But look at the mess you have made. My husband will be here anytime, let’s have a shower together before you leave."

She took me to her bathroom, and we started having a shower together, our bodies pressed against each other as we washed away the evidence of our sin.

"Beta, please don’t talk about what happened between us," she pleaded, her voice soft and gentle.

"Sure, Ma’am, you too don’t tell anyone," I promised, my voice steady and sure.

"Thank you for obeying me. I tried getting a few guys from college for fuck, but only you were successful," she confessed, her voice filled with pride.

"Maybe because we meant to be the perfect teacher-student couple," I suggested, my voice low and sultry.

She laughed, a low, throaty sound that sent shivers down my spine. "Your sexy talks are making me horny. Let’s do a quickie," she purred, her voice low and seductive.

As she came closer and hugged me, I lifted her using my arm strength, my dick hard and ready for another round. I inserted it into her while she held me tightly, her moans filling the air as we chased our pleasure.

I made my teacher cum again, our bodies moving in sync as we rode the waves of our orgasm. We washed ourselves and dried off each other, our bodies pressed against each other as we stole one last kiss before parting ways.

"Oh, shit, baby! My husband can come anytime now. You will have to leave now!" she exclaimed, her voice filled with panic.

"Sure, It was my pleasure being fucked by you, Meena Ma’am," I replied, my voice steady and sure.

"Nikal lavde, my husband is very strict. He will beat the shit out of you," she warned, her voice filled with concern.

I grabbed my stuff and ran out of her apartment, my heart pounding in my chest. On my way downstairs, I saw her husband, a 6 ft tall, muscular man. He would have definitely beat the shit out of me if he caught me fucking his wife.

Later that night, I got a message from Meena Ma’am, thanking me for giving her a pleasant time. I slept thinking about how the feeling for a person changes after seeing them naked and fucking them.