Previous Part: The Principal’s Passionate Affair
The sun had just begun to set, casting a warm glow over the college campus. Sneha, with a mischievous glint in her eye, made her way towards the principal’s office. She had a mission fueled by the humiliation she had endured earlier that day.
Sneha was determined to get her revenge on Reshma, the woman she blamed for her recent embarrassment. Sneha’s thermal bottle, usually filled with vodka, was tucked under her arm. She steered down the hallway.
Her curly brown hair bounced with each step. Her dimple cheeks gave her a deceptively innocent appearance. But beneath that innocent facade, a fiery determination burned.
As she reached the principal’s office, she paused. Taking a quick swig from her bottle, savouring the warmth of the vodka. The liquid courage coursed through her veins, encouraging her. Sneha knocked on the door, her heart racing with anticipation.
“Enter,” came John’s deep voice from within.
Sneha pushed the door open, revealing John sitting behind his large wooden desk. His broad shoulders filled out his tailored suit. His dark eyes narrowed as he recognized Sneha. “You again? What is it now, young lady?”
Sneha sauntered into the room, her hips swaying provocatively. She took a seat across from him, placing her bottle on the desk with a deliberate thud. “I wanted to apologize, Mr. Principal,” she said, her voice dripping with false sweetness. “I know I embarrassed you earlier, but I was just so thirsty.”
John’s eyebrows knitted together in confusion. “Apology accepted, but I still don’t understand why you’re here.”
“Oh, I just wanted to make sure we were good,” she purred, leaning forward, allowing her blouse to gape slightly, revealing a hint of her tattooed cleavage. “I wouldn’t want any misunderstandings between us.”
John’s gaze flickered to her exposed skin, and he cleared his throat, trying to maintain his composure. “We’re fine, Sneha. Now, if you’ll excuse me, I have work to do.”
Sneha’s brown eyes sparkled with amusement as she stood up. Her movements were fluid and sensual. “Of course, father,” she said, emphasizing the word ‘father’ in a way that made John’s breath catch. She turned and walked towards the door, her hips swaying even more enticingly than before.
As she reached the door, Sneha turned back, a playful smile on her lips. “By the way, Mr. Principal, I found something interesting on my phone. Some messages were quite steamy, actually. I thought you might want to see them.”
John’s heart skipped a beat. “What are you talking about? Whose messages?”
Sneha’s dimples deepened as she replied, “You’ll see. Check your phone, daddy.” With that, she blew him a kiss and left the room, the click of her boots echoing in the hallway.
John was perplexed. He reached for his phone, his fingers trembling slightly. He had a feeling this was somehow connected to Reshma. But he couldn’t understand how. As he unlocked his phone, his breath caught in his throat.
The messages were indeed steamy, filled with explicit language and erotic descriptions. The sender was anonymous, but the content was undeniably directed at him.
Anonymous: Hey, Daddy, thinking of you makes me so wet.
John’s heart raced as he read further.
Anonymous: I want to feel your strong hands all over my body, claiming me as your own.
His mind flashed to Reshma, her beautiful body, and the passionate affair they shared. Could this be her? But how did Sneha get her hands on these messages?
He continued reading, his curiosity and desire growing with each word.
Anonymous: I crave your touch, your lips on my neck, and your breath against my skin. Make me yours, Daddy.
John’s dick hardened, straining against his trousers. The messages were like a seductive dance, each word a tantalizing step closer to a climax. He felt a mix of emotions—confusion, arousal, and a burning need to uncover the sender’s identity.
Anonymous: I want to feel your thick cock inside me, filling me until I scream your name. Fuck me, Daddy, like only you can.
John’s hand trembled as he typed a response, his fingers moving with a mind of their own.
John: Who are you? How do you know about us?
He waited with bated breath, his eyes glued to the screen.
Anonymous: Shh… it’s a secret. But I know all about the passion you share with your beautiful wife. I want to be a part of it. Let me show you how much I crave you.
John’s mind raced. Was this a trap? A student playing a prank? Or was it someone who truly wanted to join their intimate dance?
Anonymous: Meet me tonight. Midnight. The old abandoned classroom on the third floor. I’ll be waiting, naked and eager, for your touch.
John’s pulse throbbed in his veins. The thought of an anonymous encounter, especially with the possibility of it being connected to Reshma, was exhilarating. He couldn’t resist the temptation.
John: I’ll be there.
As the sun set, casting long shadows across the campus, John found himself pacing his office. His mind was torn between anticipation and apprehension. He knew he should be cautious, but the promise of a wild, anonymous encounter was too tempting to ignore.
Sneha, meanwhile, was in her element. She had set the stage for her revenge. Now she waited, her heart pounding with excitement. She had chosen the abandoned classroom for its seclusion and the air of forbidden desire it exuded.
As the clock struck midnight, John cautiously made his way up the stairs. His footsteps echo in the empty hallway. The classroom door stood ajar, inviting him in. He entered, his eyes adjusting to the dim light.
What he saw took his breath away. Sneha was lying on a desk, her bare body illuminated by the moonlight streaming through the windows. Her curly hair fanned out around her, and her tattooed arms were stretched above her head, revealing the full expanse of her luscious breasts.
“You came,” she purred, her voice low and sultry.
John’s throat was dry as he took in the sight before him. Sneha’s body was a work of art, her skin glowing with a youthful radiance. Her nipples, hard and erect, beckoned him closer.
“You’re a temptress,” he growled, his voice hoarse with desire.
Sneha giggled a playful sound that sent shivers down his spine. “I’m your temptress tonight, daddy. Come and claim me.”
John couldn’t resist any longer. He stalked towards her, his movements purposeful and hungry. He reached out, his fingers brushing against her soft skin, eliciting a moan from Sneha’s lips.
“Touch me, Daddy,” she whispered, her eyes heavy with lust. “I’ve been waiting for you.”
John’s hands roamed over her body, exploring every curve and crevice. He cupped her breasts. His thumbs teased her nipples, causing her to arch her back and push her chest towards him. Sneha’s hands found his belt, expertly unbuckling it, and then his zipper, freeing his throbbing cock.
“I want to taste you,” she murmured, her breath hot against his ear.
John groaned as Sneha’s lips found his neck, her tongue tracing sensual patterns. She kissed and nibbled her way down his body, her hands stroking his length as she went. When she reached his straining cock, she paused, looking up at him with a devilish grin.
“Mmm, I’ve been dreaming of this,” she said before taking him into her mouth, her warm, wet lips sliding down his shaft.
John’s head fell back as pleasure surged through him. Sneha’s mouth was a masterpiece of sensation—hot, tight, and skilled. She sucked and licked, her hands caressing his balls, driving him wild with desire.
“Fuck, you’re good at that,” he groaned, his hands tangling in her curly hair.
Sneha hummed in response, the vibrations sending waves of pleasure through John’s body. She took him deep, her nose pressing into his groin, her throat working his length. Her hands reached up, pinching his nipples, causing him to buck his hips, thrusting deeper into her mouth.
“I want to feel you inside me now, Daddy,” she whispered, her voice muffled by his cock.
John couldn’t wait any longer. He lifted her off the desk, her legs wrapping around his waist, and carried her to the edge of the desk. Sneha’s pussy was dripping with anticipation, her clit swollen and sensitive.
He positioned himself at her entrance, teasing her by rubbing his tip along her slit, making her squirm with need. “Please, Daddy,” she begged, her voice hoarse. “Fuck me now.”
With one swift thrust, John plunged into her, filling her in one delicious stroke. Sneha cried out, her nails digging into his back as her body adjusted to his size. He was thick and hard, stretching her in the most exquisite way.
“Yes, that’s it, Daddy,” she moaned, her eyes rolling back in pleasure. “Fuck me hard.”
John began to move, his hips pistoning in and out of her. His balls slapped against her ass with each thrust. Sneha met his rhythm, her hands gripping his shoulders, her breasts jiggling with each impact.
“Oh, fuck, you feel so good,” he grunted, his eyes locked on her beautiful face.
Sneha’s pussy clenched around him, milking his cock as he drove into her. “I’m close, daddy,” she panted. “Make me cum.”
John reached between them, his fingers finding her swollen clit, and began to rub it in firm circles as he continued to thrust. Sneha’s body tensed, her back arching off the desk as her orgasm crashed over her.
“Yes, yes!” she cried out, her pussy contracting around him, milking his cock as her juices flowed.
John felt her climax ripple through her body, intensifying his pleasure. With a few more powerful thrusts, he reached his peak, his cock throbbing as he filled her with his hot cum.
They collapsed in a sweaty, satisfied heap, their hearts racing and their bodies glistening with exertion. Sneha turned her head, her brown eyes sparkling with satisfaction.
“That was incredible,” she breathed, her hand stung his cheek. “But now, daddy, it’s time for round two.”
John, still dazed from the intensity of their first encounter, grinned. “I thought you’d never ask.”
Sneha giggled, a mischievous gleam in her eye. “Oh, this is just the beginning, daddy. I have so much more planned for us.”
As they lay there, entangled in each other’s arms, John couldn’t help but wonder what other surprises Sneha had in store for him. He was about to find out just how far this anonymous temptress was willing to go.
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