Author's POV
Tears streamed down Meher’s face as she stood in the dimly lit office, her voice trembling with desperation. “Please, Professor, don’t do this. I’m begging you.”
Abhay leaned back in his chair, his piercing gaze fixed on her. His tone was cold, almost indifferent, as he continued sorting through papers on his desk. “Why shouldn’t I? You failed my class, Meher. Why the tears now?”
Her heart pounded as she clasped her hands together, her voice barely a whisper. “Please, Professor, I’ll do anything.”
Abhay’s lips curled into a wicked smirk, his eyes glinting with something dangerous. He stood, towering over her, and stepped closer, his voice low and deliberate. “I’ve given you two choices, Meher. Leave this college in disgrace or... become my slut.The decision is yours.”
“Please, aisa mat kariye, Professor. Main aapki beti jaisi hu,” Meher pleaded, her cheeks flushed with shame.
“Jyada bakwas mat kar,” he snapped, stepping closer, his voice a low growl. “Jabse tu is college mein ayi hain, tabse tu mujhe tarpati ayi hain. Teri ye moti gand... haaye, man karta hain thappad maar maar ke laal kar du. Aur teri ye chuche, dekh kar dil karta hain ki noch lu aur sara ka sara doodh pee jao. Pata nahi kitne raate maine teri naam ki muth mari. Ab aur sehan nahi hota mujhe. Aisa mauka mila hain, jaane nahi dunga. Main tujhe ek ghante ka samay deta hu, ab tu soch tujhe kya karna hain.”
Meher’s heart raced, her mind a whirlwind of fear and forbidden desire. Main kya karoon ab? she thought desperately. Aisa nahi hain ki mujhe Abhay sir pasand nahi hain. Ekdum daddy type ke hain. Par what if mere ghar walon ko pata chal gaya? Main kya karu?
One Hour Later
“Kya socha, randi?” Abhay’s voice sliced through the silence, his eyes boring into her.
She lowered her eyes, her voice barely a whisper. “Main aapki randi banne ke liye tayyar hu.”
“Ye hui na randi wali baat,” he said, his smirk widening. “Abse tu meri slut hain. Main jab chahe tujhe chodunga, aur tu mana nahi karegi. Aur agar kiya, to tujhe pata hain kya hoga. Abse final year tak tu meri randi hain. Ab khadi khadi kya dekh rahi hain? Randi, chal yaha aa aur ghutno ke bal baith.”
Meher’s legs trembled as she walked toward him and knelt in front of him, her eyes meeting his intense gaze.
Suddenly, a harsh thappad landed on her cheek, shocking her. Before she could react, he grabbed her chin tightly. “Sali, aankhen neeche! Himmat kaise hui nazre milane ki? Aur abse tu mujhe Master bulayegi, GOT THAT?”
“Yes, Master,” she whispered, her voice shaking.
He unzipped his pants, and his bada lund sprung free. Meher’s eyes widened, a mix of fear and heat pooling in her pussy. “Ye to bahut bada hain,” she stammered, her voice trembling as she felt herself getting wet.
“Ab isse muh mein le aur choos. Suck it, bitch,” he commanded, his voice thick with desire.
Meher licked the tip, and he groaned with pleasure. She started taking him into her small mouth, struggling to fit him. “Tere muh mein to ghus hi nahi raha hain mera lund,” he growled. “Lagta hain mujhe hi kuch karna padega.”
He pushed himself deeper, taking control, fucking her mouth roughly. “Le, saali, le! Aur le! Haa, ahhh, yes, fuck, choos choos choos!”
The sounds of her efforts filled the room—gwak gwak gwak gwak gwak—as he gripped her hair tightly, his groans growing louder. “Aise hi, meri randi, aise hi.”
“Suck my balls, slut,” he ordered, and she obeyed, her lips moving to please him as his moans intensified.
“Ohhh, ahhh, fuck,” he growled, then pulled back with a pop. “Bend on my desk, randi.”
Meher stood shakily and bent over his desk. He yanked her skirt up and ripped her panty, the fabric tearing with a sharp sound.
“Professor, phada kyun?” she gasped.
A loud thappad landed on her gand, making her cry out. “Ahhh!”
“Sali, teri itni himmat?” he snarled. “Maine bola tha na, Master bolne ko?”
SPANK SPANK SPANK. He spanked her over twenty times, leaving her gand red and marked with his fingers.“Ruk, jayye, Master,” she whimpered, her body trembling.
“Kyun? Tujhe pasand nahi ayi, randi?” he teased, noticing her wetness. “Teri chut to puri geeli ho gayi. Kya gand hain teri. Ruk, iski ek photo kheech leta hu.”
He pulled out his phone, clicked a picture of her red gand, and showed it to her. Meher’s cheeks burned with embarrassment, the sight of her marked skin making her heart race. “Shukar mana teri kapde nahi phade, nahi to nangi hi wapas jati. Pura college tujhe nanga dekhta aur randiyon ki tarah sab aake chod ke jate tujhe.”
He leaned down, his lips teasing her sensitive skin, sending her into a frenzy. “Ahhh, ohh, Master, fuck, yes, yes, yes,” she moaned, lost in the sensation.Lick my ass more.
“So sweet, my slut,” he murmured, his tongue working her for ten minutes before his fingers slipped into her tight gand. “Kitni tight hain teri gand.”
He pushed a fourth finger in, and she gasped, “Ahhh, Master, please!”
“Please what, my slut?” he teased. “Please to fuck you?”
“Yes, fuck me, Master. I want your bada lund in my gand,” she admitted, her voice trembling with need.
“Sali randi,” he growled, pushing his lund into her tight gand. “Kitni tight hain, madarchod, ahhh.”
He fucked her roughly, his rhythm relentless. “Sali kutiya, kya gand hain, ahhh!” SPANK SPANK SPANK SPANK SPANK SPANK. He spanked her while pulling her hair tightly.
“Thappad maaro, Master, thappad maaro,” she moaned, lost in the heat of it.
“Master, dedh ghante se chode hi jaa rahe hain, bas kariye,” she pleaded, her body overwhelmed.
“Sali, mera jab man karega tab chodunga tujhe,” he growled, spanking her gand and pulling her hair.
After thirty more minutes, he roared, “Ahhh, randi, main jhadne wala hu, ahhh, fuck, ohhhhhhh!” His animalistic growl filled the room as he came hard, and Meher gasped, her body trembling as she reached a powerful climax, overwhelmed by the intense pleasure.
He pulled out slowly, smirking. “Look at your hole,” he said, spitting into her stretched gand, now gaping from the rough sex.
Meher tried to stand, but her legs gave out. He caught her, his devilish smirk returning as he kissed her passionately. “Chal bhi nahi pa rahi,” he teased.
“Kya ab mujhe pass kar denge aap?” she asked, hope flickering in her eyes.
“Dekhte hain,” he said, brushing her hair back. “Main ab tak satisfy nahi hua hu. Mera lund saaf kar ab.”
She obeyed, cleaning him with trembling hands. “Good girl,” he said, his tone dangerous. “Now get your ass out and meet me after class. Don’t delay, ek minute bhi der hui to accha nahi hoga.”
“Ok, Master,” she whispered.
And that’s how their sinful acts continued behind the college walls.
Author's note
Hey guys, so this is my first ever story, and I’m kinda nervous about putting it out there! Please don’t be too harsh, okay? I put everything I had into writing Meher and Abhay’s wild, forbidden vibe—tried to make it super hot and intense! It’s a bit crazy, I know, but I really went all in to make it gripping. I wanna know what y'all think! Did the tension hit you? Were you into their chemistry? What parts got you hooked, and where can I step up my game? Drop your thoughts in the comments, your feedback means a ton to me! Thanks for reading, and I hope you had as much fun with this as I did writing it!
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