**After Class Doubt**

The rain outside was coming down hard, drumming against the windows of Professor Minakshi’s office. I hesitated outside her door, my heart pounding—not just because of the calculus problem I didn’t understand, but because of the way she looked at me during lectures. That slow, knowing smile. The way she adjusted her sari when she thought I wasn’t looking.

I knocked.

“Come in,” her voice was smooth, rich, like warm honey.

I stepped inside. She was seated behind her desk, glasses perched on the bridge of her nose, her dark eyes flicking up from a stack of papers. The scent of jasmine hung in the air—her perfume.

“Ah, Rohan,” she said, pushing her chair back slightly. “Still struggling with the problem?”

I nodded, shifting my weight. “Yeah. I—I didn’t get the last part.”

She gestured for me to come closer. “Show me what you have.”

I leaned over her desk, the heat of her body radiating toward me. Her fingers traced the equations I’d scribbled, and then—her hand brushed mine. A jolt ran through me.

She tilted her head. “You’re tense.”

I swallowed. “It’s just… a lot to focus on.”

Her lips curled. “Maybe you need a different kind of lesson.”

Before I could react, she stood, her hips swaying as she walked around the desk. The rain pounded louder. Then, in one smooth motion, she pressed her palm against my chest, guiding me back until the edge of the desk dug into my thighs.

“Professor—”

“Shh.” She slid her hand down my stomach, fingers hooking into my belt. “Let me teach you something useful.”

My cock was already stiff, straining against my jeans as she undid the button, then the zipper. The cool air hit my skin, and then—her warm, soft fingers wrapped around me, stroking slowly.

“You like this, don’t you?” she murmured, her breath hot against my ear.

I groaned. “Fuck, yes.”

She chuckled, low and throaty, before sinking to her knees. Her sari pooled around her as she leaned in, her tongue flicking against the tip of my cock. A shaky breath escaped me as she took me deeper, her lips sliding down my shaft, her mouth wet and tight.

I gripped the desk, my hips jerking involuntarily. She moaned around me, one hand cupping my balls, the other sliding up under my shirt, nails scraping my stomach. The sounds—her soft sucks, the slick noises of her mouth working me—were almost drowned out by the rain.

Then she pulled back, lips glossy with spit. “Look at you. So eager.” She stood, her breasts pressing against my chest as she guided my hands to her blouse. “Take it off.”

I fumbled with the buttons, my fingers trembling. Her sari loosened, the fabric slipping to reveal the smooth curve of her waist, the swell of her tits barely restrained by her bra. I yanked it down, her breasts spilling free—full, heavy, nipples dark and already hard.

“God, Professor—”

She pushed me back onto the desk, papers scattering. “Call me Minakshi,” she breathed, climbing over me, her thighs straddling my hips. She reached behind her back, unclasping her bra, letting it fall. Then she leaned forward, pressing her tits around my cock, her skin warm and soft as she started moving.

I cursed, my hands gripping her waist as she fucked me between her tits, her nipples brushing against my shaft with each stroke. The sight—her dark eyes locked on mine, her lips parted, her breasts glistening with a sheen of sweat—was almost too much.

I thrust upward, groaning. “I’m close—”

She smirked, lifting one hand to her mouth, sucking her fingers before sliding them between her legs. “Good.” Her fingers disappeared into her pussy, her hips rocking as she fucked herself on them. “Come for me.”

The feel of her tits, the way her cunt was dripping just inches away—I couldn’t hold back. My cock pulsed, spilling hot streaks across her chest, her neck. She gasped, her own fingers working faster as she chased her orgasm.

Then she shuddered, her thighs clenching, a low moan tearing from her throat.

The rain slowed to a quiet patter as she caught her breath, still straddling me. She traced a finger through the mess on her skin, bringing it to her lips.

“Now,” she purred. “Do you understand the lesson?”

I laughed, breathless. “Yeah. I think I do.”