She was the kind of teacher who made every guy in the college class hard the second she stepped in.
Mrs. Priya Sharma, 34, tight saree hugging her big tits and round ass, walked to the front like she owned the room. I was 22, sitting in the back, my cock already twitching every time she bent over the desk to write on the board.
One afternoon after class, I stayed behind. "Sir, you wanted to see me about my grades?" I asked, locking the door behind me.
Priya turned, her eyes dropping straight to the bulge in my pants. "You think I haven't noticed you staring at my ass every day?" she said, voice low and filthy. "Come here and show me what that cock can do."
I grabbed her by the waist and pushed her against the desk. Her saree came off fast. No bra, just heavy brown tits with dark nipples begging to be sucked. I latched on, biting one while my hand shoved between her legs. She was already dripping wet, no panties, shaved pussy slick and hot.
"Fuck me like the slut I am," she hissed, spreading her legs. I yanked my cock out, thick and throbbing, and slammed it straight into her cunt in one hard thrust. She moaned loud, gripping the desk as I pounded her raw. Her pussy gripped me tight, juices running down my balls with every deep stroke.
I flipped her around, bent her over the desk, and drove back in from behind. Her ass cheeks slapped against me as I fucked her harder, one hand yanking her hair, the other slapping her ass red. "Take that cock, teacher," I growled. "You've been teasing me all semester."
She pushed back, meeting every thrust. "Harder, fuck your teacher harder. Fill this married cunt." I reached around and rubbed her swollen clit while hammering her. She came screaming, pussy pulsing around my dick, squirting a little down her thighs.
I didn't stop. Pulled out, spun her, and shoved my cock between her tits. She pressed them together and licked the head every time it popped up. "Come on my face," she begged. I stroked fast and exploded, thick ropes of cum painting her lips, tongue, and tits. She licked it up, swallowing every drop she could reach.
We fucked twice more that afternoon, once with her riding me on the chair, tits bouncing in my face, and again with her on all fours on the floor. By the time we finished, her pussy was swollen and leaking my load, her body marked with handprints and bite marks.
She smiled, wiping cum from her chin. "Same time tomorrow. Don't be late."
