Aditi Arude, a young woman with a rebellious streak, found herself in a predicament. Her academic performance was not up to par, especially in one particular subject. And she knew exactly why.
It was Professor Rajat Sharma, a middle-aged man with a reputation for being strict. Some would whisper, a bit of a pervert. He had taken a special interest in Aditi but not for her intellectual prowess. She hails from a reputed family in Gujarat and is currently pursuing her studies in Hyderabad.
Aditi, with her fair skin and long, dark hair, was a vision of beauty. Her big, expressive eyes, framed by thick lashes, could captivate anyone. She had a toned body, a result of her love for dance. A cute, perky ass that she knew how to showcase with her stylish outfits.
On this particular day, she wore a tight-fitting skirt and a low-cut blouse, accentuating her curves. Her dark lipstick added a touch of mystery to her look. As the semester drew to a close, Aditi knew her fate was sealed.
She had failed the previous semester’s exam in Professor Sharma’s class. This time, despite her best efforts, she was certain the outcome would be the same. But Aditi had a plan, one that involved using her charms to get what she wanted.
The college halls were empty as the day’s classes ended. Aditi made her way to Professor Sharma’s cabin, her heart pounding with anticipation. She knocked on the door, her knuckles rapping against the wooden surface, and waited.
“Come in,” a deep voice called out.
Aditi pushed the door open, her eyes adjusting to the dimly lit room. Professor Sharma sat behind his desk, piles of papers and books surrounding him. He looked up, his eyes widening slightly at the sight of Aditi.
“Miss Arude, what a surprise,” he said, his voice laced with a hint of amusement. “Have you come to discuss your grades?”
Aditi sauntered into the room, her hips swaying seductively. She flashed him a coy smile, her eyes sparkling with mischief. “Professor, I know I’m not the brightest student, but I do have other talents.”
Professor Sharma’s gaze travelled down her body, taking in her curves. He licked his lips unconsciously. “Oh? And what talents might those be?”
Aditi took a few steps closer, her skirt hugging her thighs. “Talents that might be of interest to you, Master,” she purred. She was using the term of endearment she had heard some of her friends use in their intimate relationships.
The professor’s eyes narrowed, a spark of curiosity igniting within them. “Master, hmm? And what makes you think I would be interested in such talents?”
Aditi’s smile grew wider, and she took another step forward, close enough to lean against his desk. “Because, Master, I know you’ve been watching me. I see the way you look at me in class, the hunger in your eyes. I know you have the power to help me pass this subject.”
Professor Sharma’s breath quickened. He knew he should maintain his professional demeanour, but Aditi’s boldness was exhilarating. “What makes you think I would use my power to help you, Miss Arude?”
Aditi reached out, her hand brushing against his, and placed it on her waist, just above her hips. His fingers grazed the bare skin exposed by her blouse. “Because, Master, I’m willing to do whatever it takes. And I know you want me.”
The professor’s throat went dry. He could feel the warmth of her skin, the softness of her waist beneath his palm. “You’re a bold one, Miss Arude. But I must warn you, I don’t make deals lightly.”
Aditi leaned forward, her breasts pressing against the edge of the desk, giving him a tantalizing view. “I’m not asking for a deal, Master. I’m offering you pleasure. Pure, unadulterated pleasure, try me and then your opinion will change.”
Without waiting for a response, Aditi moved her hand, gently gripping his wrist. She guided it downward, letting his fingers trace the curve of her ass through the thin fabric of her skirt. She could feel his touch, his fingers exploring her, and it sent a shiver of excitement through her body.
“Do you like what you feel, Master?” she whispered, her breath hot against his ear as she leaned closer. “I can make you feel so much more.”
Professor Sharma’s resolve was crumbling. He had never been so brazenly seduced, and Aditi’s touch was electric. He found himself nodding, unable to form words.
Aditi smiled, a triumphant gleam in her eyes. She released his hand and slowly sank to her knees in front of him, her skirt riding up her thighs. “Then let me show you, Master.”
With practised ease, she unbuckled his belt and unzipped his pants, revealing his hardening cock. She ran her fingers along the length of it, feeling it throb under her touch. Professor Sharma let out a soft groan, his hands gripping the edge of the desk.
Aditi took her time, teasing him, running her tongue along the tip of his cock, tasting the pre-cum that had already formed. She looked up at him, her big eyes full of desire, and said, “You taste so good, Master. I want all of you.”
With that, she took him into her mouth, her lips wrapping around the head of his cock. She sucked gently at first, her tongue swirling, then increased the pace, taking him deeper with each stroke. Professor Sharma’s eyes rolled back as he relished the sensation. His hands now tangled in her hair, guiding her rhythm.
Aditi was a master of her craft, using her mouth and tongue to bring him to the brink of ecstasy. She sucked and licked, her hands cupping his balls, massaging them gently. The professor’s breath came in short gasps, and he could feel his orgasm building.
“Oh, Aditi, you’re incredible,” he managed to say between gasps. “Don’t stop, my dear.”
Aditi moaned around his cock, the vibrations sending shivers through him. She increased her pace, her mouth working feverishly, and soon, he was on the edge.
“I’m going to cum, Aditi,” he warned, his voice hoarse.
Aditi pulled back slightly, her eyes locking with his, and nodded, urging him on. Professor Sharma’s hips thrust forward, and he exploded into her mouth, his cum shooting down her throat. Aditi swallowed, savoring the taste of him, not letting a drop escape.
As the professor’s orgasm subsided, Aditi stood, her lips glistening with his essence. She licked her lips, a satisfied smile on her face. “That was delicious, Master. Now, about my grades.”
Professor Sharma, still reeling from the intensity of his release, chuckled. “My dear Aditi, you certainly know how to make a man weak. But I must be fair. Had you come to me earlier, I might have been more inclined to help.”
Aditi’s heart sank. She had hoped her efforts would be enough. “But, Master, I thought…”
He held up a hand, stopping her. “I know what you thought, my dear. But you must understand, I have certain rules. Since you are reappearing for this exam, I’m afraid I can’t change your grade.”
Aditi’s mind raced. She had not anticipated this outcome. “Then what can I do, Master? I need your help.”
Professor Sharma’s eyes gleamed with a mixture of satisfaction and mischief. “If you truly want my help, Aditi, you’ll have to meet me at my house. We can discuss your grades further there.”
Aditi’s heart pounded. She knew she had crossed a line, but the thought of failing again was unbearable. “When, Master?”
“Tomorrow evening. Come to my place, and we’ll see what can be done about your academic future.” He leaned back in his chair, a satisfied smile on his face.
Aditi nodded, her mind already spinning with possibilities. She had taken a risk, and now she would have to see it through. As she left the professor’s cabin, her heart was filled with anticipation and a newfound sense of power. She had seduced a man with her body, and she knew she could do it again.
The first chapter of Aditi’s erotic journey had come to a close, but the story was far from over. What awaited her at Professor Sharma’s house? Would she get the pass mark she desired, or would there be more pleasures to be had?
The tale of Aditi’s seduction was just beginning. The twists and turns of her academic life were about to get a whole lot steamier. The next part will fulfil your desires. Just have some patience, my horny sluts.
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