John, the formidable principal of the prestigious college, was a man of immense power and wealth. He commanded respect and fear in equal measure. His stern gaze and authoritative demeanour could make even the most rebellious students tremble.
But there was a secret side to this man, a side that only Reshma, his devoted wife, knew intimately. Reshma, a stunning woman in her late twenties, had been married to John for five passionate years. Their marriage was a fiery blend of love and lust.
Reshma surrendered herself completely to her husband’s insatiable desires. She had delivered their baby son six months ago. Now, with her body slowly regaining its former allure, she yearned for John’s touch more than ever.
One day, Reshma made her way to the college, not as a student or a teacher but as a woman on a mission. She had left their son with her mother. Today, she would indulge in her husband’s insatiable cravings. She walked through the familiar corridors.
Her heart raced with anticipation, her nipples hardening under her blouse at the thought of what awaited her. John, unaware of Reshma’s arrival, was in his office, going over some paperwork. His mind, however, was not fully focused on the task at hand.
Instead, it wandered to the memories of his wife’s curvy body and the exquisite pleasures she offered. He couldn’t help but recall the first time he had taken her, claiming every inch of her luscious form.
Reshma entered the office, her steps purposeful and her eyes shining with desire. John looked up, startled by her unexpected presence. But his surprise quickly turned into raw hunger.
He took in the sight of his beautiful wife, her hair cascading over her shoulders. Her body was slightly fuller from motherhood, accentuating her womanly curves.
“My dear Reshma, what a pleasant surprise,” John said, his voice deep and husky. “Have you come to check on the students or perhaps to remind me of the pleasures I’ve been missing?”
Reshma smirked, her eyes sparkling with mischief. “I’ve come for you, my love. Our son is with my mother, and I have the entire day to satisfy your cravings.”
John rose from his chair, his tall frame dominating the room. He circled his desk, his eyes never leaving Reshma’s body. “And what cravings would those be, my sweet wife?”
Reshma’s fingers deftly undid the buttons of her blouse, revealing her creamy cleavage. “You know exactly what I’m talking about, John. I’ve been craving your touch, your kiss, and your hard cock deep inside me.”
John’s breath quickened as he watched her expose herself, his desire for her intensifying with every passing second. He reached out and cupped her heavy breasts, thumbs brushing over her hardening nipples. “You’re insatiable, my love. I’ve never known a woman who craves sex as much as you do.”
Reshma moaned softly, her head tilting back as his skilled fingers teased her sensitive flesh. “I crave you, John. I want to feel your mouth on my breasts, sucking and biting until I scream.”
John’s eyes darkened with passion as he lowered his head, capturing one taut peak between his lips. He suckled hungrily, his tongue swirling around the erect bud, driving Reshma wild with pleasure.
She arched into him, her hands threading through his hair, urging him on. “Oh, John, yes! Suck my tits like they’re your favourite candy!” Reshma panted, her voice hoarse with need.
John obliged, lavishing attention on her swollen breasts, leaving a trail of kisses and bites down her neck and over her shoulders. His hands roamed freely, caressing her soft skin, igniting a fire that only he could quench.
Reshma’s fingers worked on the buckle of John’s belt, eager to free his straining erection. She popped open the button of his trousers and slid the zipper down, her hand slipping inside to grasp his thick shaft.
“Mmm, you’re so hard for me, my principal,” she purred, stroking him slowly.
John groaned, his hips thrusting forward involuntarily. “You have no idea how much I’ve fantasized about fucking you in this very office, Reshma.”
With a swift motion, Reshma pushed his trousers down his muscular thighs, revealing his rigid manhood. She sank to her knees before him, her eyes fixed on the throbbing head of his cock. She licked her lips, savoring the anticipation of the taste of him.
“Suck me, Reshma,” John commanded, his voice hoarse with desire. “Show me how much you’ve missed my dick.”
Reshma needed no further encouragement. She leaned forward and took him into her warm, wet mouth, swirling her tongue around the crown, teasing the sensitive underside. John’s hands fisted in her hair, guiding her rhythm as she took him deeper, her throat constricting around his length.
“That’s it, my slutty wife,” John growled, his hips moving in time with her bobbing head. “Suck my dick like it’s the sweetest nectar.”
Reshma’s mouth worked him feverishly, her lips sliding up and down his shaft, her tongue flicking and caressing. John’s breath came in ragged gasps as he fought to maintain control, his body trembling with the effort.
With a final, deep thrust into her mouth, John’s climax surged through him. Reshma swallowed eagerly, relishing the taste of his cum, milking his shaft with her lips and tongue until he was spent.
John pulled her to her feet, his eyes smouldering with desire. “Now, my naughty wife, it’s time for me to fuck you senseless.”
He lifted her onto his desk, spreading her legs wide, revealing her glistening wet pussy. Reshma’s body trembled as he positioned himself between her thighs, his cock throbbing against her entrance.
With one swift thrust, John impaled her, filling her in one delicious stroke. Reshma cried out, her back arching off the desk, her nails digging into his shoulders.
“Fuck me, John! Fuck me like you’ve never fucked me before!” she pleaded.
John began to move, his hips pistoning relentlessly, his cock plunging in and out of her tight sheath. Reshma matched his rhythm, her body moving in perfect harmony, her cries of pleasure filling the office.
“You feel so good, Reshma,” John grunted, his breath hot against her neck. “So wet and tight around my dick.”
Reshma’s orgasm built, her body coiling tighter with each thrust. John’s fingers found her clit, rubbing it in firm circles, sending her over the edge. She came with a scream, her pussy clenching around his shaft, milking him as her juices flowed.
John’s release was imminent, his balls drawing up tight as he pounded into her. With a final, powerful thrust, he buried himself deep, his cock pulsing as he filled her with his seed.
They lay entwined on the desk, their bodies slick with sweat, their hearts racing. John kissed Reshma tenderly, his hands stroking her hair.
“You’re incredible, Reshma,” he whispered. “No one satisfies me like you do.”
Reshma smiled, her eyes sparkling with love and satisfaction. “And no one will ever know the depths of our passion, my principal.”
As they dressed, they shared a conspiratorial smile, knowing that their secret trysts would continue, hidden from the world, a fiery passion burning between them.
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