**”Office Hours”**

I never thought I’d be the one staying after class—not for help, not for extra credit, but for *her*. Professor Nalini was bold, sharp, and unapologetically Tamil, with curves that made even the most disciplined guys shift in their seats. She wore her sarees tight, her gaze sharper, and today, after weeks of lingering looks and muttered jokes that made her smirk, she finally said what I’d been hoping for: *”Stay behind.”*

The room was empty now except for us, the hum of the air conditioner the only sound as she leaned back against her desk. She crossed her arms under her breasts, pushing them up just enough to make my mouth go dry. “You’ve been watching me all semester,” she said, voice low. “Tell me why.”

I swallowed. No point lying. “Because you’re fucking gorgeous.”

Her lips curved, dark eyes glinting. “And if I told you I’ve been watching you too?” My dick jumped in my pants. She saw it. Of course she did.

Nalini uncrossed her legs slowly, the slit in her saree parting to show a glimpse of smooth brown thigh. “Close the door.”

I did, my heart pounding. When I turned back, she’d already untied the end of her saree, letting it pool around her waist. Underneath, she wore nothing but a tight black blouse and—fuck—a thin strip of lace barely covering her pussy. My cock strained against my jeans.

“Come here,” she ordered.

I was in front of her in two steps. Her fingers dug into my hair, yanking my head down to hers. Her mouth was hot, her tongue sliding against mine with a hunger that made my hips jerk. She bit my lip, sucking it hard before pulling back. “You want me?”

“More than fucking anything.”

She smirked, then pushed me into her chair. Before I could blink, she was straddling me, grinding her bare cunt over my cock through my jeans. The damp heat of her made me groan. “You like that?” she breathed, rocking harder. “Feeling how wet I am for you?”

I grabbed her hips, bucking up. “Fuck, yes.”

Nalini reached between us, popping the button of my jeans. She shoved them down just enough to free my cock, and the second her fingers wrapped around me, I hissed. Her grip was tight, her thumb swiping over the leaking tip. “Good,” she purred. “Now watch.”

She lifted her hips, guiding me to her entrance. The blunt head of my dick pressed against her, and then—*fuck*—she sank down, taking me in one slick, tight slide. Her pussy clenched around me, so fucking wet and warm I saw stars.

“*Fuck*, you’re big,” she gasped, nails digging into my shoulders.

I groaned, hands gripping her ass as she started to move. Her hips rolled slow at first, savoring every inch, but soon she was bouncing hard, her tits straining against her blouse. I reached up, tearing the fabric open. Her dark nipples were stiff, begging for my mouth. I latched onto one, sucking hard, and she cried out, her pace turning frantic.

“Harder,” she demanded, slamming down on me. “Fuck me harder.”

I obeyed, thrusting up into her, our bodies slapping together. Her cunt was dripping, my cock gliding in and out effortlessly. She leaned back, riding me with abandon, one hand tugging her nipple while the other rubbed tight circles over her clit.

“Gonna come,” she gasped. “Fuck—*fuck*—!”

Her pussy clenched like a vice around me, wet heat pulsing as she came with a cry. The sight of her—head thrown back, lips parted—pushed me over the edge. I grabbed her hips, fucking up into her as my orgasm hit, spurting deep inside her with a grunt.

She collapsed against me, breathless. “Good boy,” she murmured against my neck.

And just like that, I knew office hours were going to be *very* different from now on.