1. The Professor’s Office After Hours
She came for extra credits. She left with his tie around her throat and his cum dripping down her thighs.
Chapter 1 – The Locked Door & His Tie (1,980 words)
The corridor was dead silent at 9:47 p.m. Only one light burned — the brass lamp on Dr. Vikram Singh’s desk — spilled gold under the door. Aarohi knocked once. The sound ricocheted like a starting pistol. The door opened. Vikram filled the frame: white shirt sleeves rolled to elbow, reading glasses low, the faint scent of sandalwood and old leather. His eyes dropped to her outfit and stayed there — white shirt knotted just beneath full breasts, pleated skirt barely covering the curve of her ass, gold chain disappearing into cleavage. “You’re late, Miss Rao.” She stepped inside. The lock clicked like a judge’s gavel. Ten seconds of silence while he slid his silk tie free with deliberate slowness. Then he looped it around her wrists, yanked tight, and slammed her back against the door. His mouth took hers — no permission, no softness — just raw possession. She tasted coffee, whisky, and the sharp need. His hand shoved under her skirt and found her bare, already slick. “Nothing underneath,” he growled against her throat. “Planning this, were you?” “Saving time, Sir,” she breathed. The first slap on her ass cracked through the room. She gasped. The second, third, fourth — each harder — until her skin burned and her thighs were soaked. He spun her, pressed her cheek to the cool wood, lifted the skirt to her waist. “Count them.” “One… two… fuck… three…” By ten she was shaking, begging in broken whispers. He dropped to his knees, spread her cheeks with rough hands, and dragged his tongue from clit to entrance in one filthy stroke. She screamed into her bound wrists. He didn’t stop until her legs gave out and she came hard against his mouth, hips jerking helplessly… (continues for another 1,200 words of oral, fingering, first penetration against the door, hair-pulling, dirty professor talk)
Chapter 2 – Desk & Discipline (2,110 words)
He swept everything off the mahogany desk in one violent motion — books, papers, brass lamp crashing to the floor. Then he bent her over it, wrists still tied, skirt bunched at her waist. The wood was cool against her nipples. His palm was fire on her ass — twenty hard spanks that left her sobbing and dripping. “Spread your legs.” She obeyed instantly. He knelt again, buried his face between her thighs, and ate her like a starving man until she came a second time, screaming his title into the desk. Only then did he stand, unzipping slowly, letting her hear every tooth of the zipper. He rubbed the head of his cock through her wetness, teasing, until she was pushing back desperately. “Beg properly.” “Please, Sir… fuck your student… ruin me on this desk…” One brutal thrust buried him to the hilt. She saw stars… (continues with deep doggy, hair in his fist, desk rocking, multiple positions on the same desk, cum inside her twice)
Chapter 3 – Blackboard & Begging (1,860 words)
He carried her to the small seminar room next door, still dripping, wrists tied. Pushed her front-first against the blackboard. Chalk dust coated her breasts as he wrote filthy equations across her skin — integrals of her moans, derivatives of pleasure. Every time she tried to turn he slapped her ass and made her recite poetry while he fingered her from behind. When she finally got Shakespeare right he rewarded her by sliding back inside and fucking her against the board until chalk rained down like snow and she came so hard she blacked out for three seconds…
Chapter 4 – Dean’s Leather Couch (2,050 words)
They ended up in the adjoining dean’s office none of them were supposed to enter. He bent her over the arm of the leather couch, used his belt as reins, and took her so deep the couch moved six inches across the carpet. When she came the third time she squirted — something she didn’t know she could do — soaking his trousers and the Persian rug. He laughed darkly, flipped her onto her back, and made her taste herself off his fingers while he fucked her slow and filthy on the dean’s throne…
Chapter 5 – Graduation Day Surprise (1,720 words)
Six months later, convocation day. Aarohi in saree and graduation gown. He called her to the same office one last time. This time she tied him, rode him on his chair, made him beg, and left permanent bite marks under his collar that no tie would ever hide. When she walked across the stage to collect her degree, his cum was still warm inside her and her payal chimed with every step.