Professor Meera's fingers teased Anita's nipple, rolling it between her thumb and forefinger until it stood erect and aching. Anita moaned softly, her back arching as she pressed into the touch.
Professor Meera leaned down, taking the sensitive bud between her lips, sucking gently before releasing it with a pop. She repeated the process with Anita's other nipple, eliciting another moan from the younger woman.
Professor Meera attached the nipple clamps, adjusting them until they hung taut from Anita's rosy buds. Anita gasped at the initial pinch, then sighed as the sensation morphed into a steady, pleasurable ache.
Professor Meera rose and circled behind Anita's chair, her hands trailing lightly over the younger woman's shoulders and arms. Leaning down, she whispered hotly in Anita's ear, "Stand up."
Anita stood, her body still tingling from the recent orgasm. Professor Meera stepped back, admiring the sight before her. Anita's nipples were bound tightly by the clamps, the chain swaying gently as she breathed heavily. Professor Meera circled her, letting her fingertips graze over Anita's heated skin.
As Anita stood, Professor Meera's fingers trailed down her back, sending shivers of anticipation skittering across her skin. She reached around and cupped Anita's breasts, squeezing gently and tugging on the chain connecting the nipple clamps. Anita gasped at the sensation, her nipples tightening further under the pressure. Professor Meera chuckled lowly, her breath hot on Anita's neck.
Professor Meera's hands slipped lower, tracing the curve of Anita's waist before settling on her hips. She pulled Anita flush against her, grinding their bodies together as she nipped at the younger woman's earlobe. Anita whimpered, her head falling back onto Professor Meera's shoulder as she surrendered to the sensations coursing through her.
Anita, feeling bold and empowered, turned in Professor Meera's arms. Their lips met in a fierce, hungry kiss. Anita's hands explored the professor's body, sliding beneath her shirt to trace the curves of her breasts. She could feel the professor's heartbeat quicken as she flicked her thumbs over Meera's nipples, mimicking the treatment she'd received earlier.
Meera moaned softly into Anita's mouth, her nipples hardening under the younger woman's touch. Breaking the kiss, she guided Anita backwards until the back of her knees hit the couch. She pushed Anita down gently, urging her to lie back. With a smirk, she straddled Anita's thighs, leaning forward to capture her lips once more.
Meera's lips found Anita's again, their tongues dancing together in a passionate embrace. Meera's hands roamed over Anita's body, exploring every curve and contour with a hunger that matched her own. Anita's hands found the hem of Meera's shirt and began to pull it upwards. Meera broke the kiss briefly to allow Anita to remove her shirt, revealing her firm breasts encased in a lacy black bra.
Anita's fingers traced the lace edge of Meera's bra, her touch light and teasing. She felt the professor shudder slightly as she dipped her fingers inside the cup, brushing against Meera's hardened nipple. A soft moan escaped Meera's lips, encouraging Anita to explore further. Anita pushed Meera's bra down, exposing her breasts fully. She sat up slightly, bringing her mouth level with Meera's chest.
Anita's tongue snaked out, flicking over Meera's nipple. The professor gasped, her back arching as electricity shot through her. Anita continued her ministrations, alternating between gentle flicks and firm sucks, causing Meera to writhe above her. Encouraged by Meera's responses, Anita let one hand wander south, slipping beneath the waistband of Meera's skirt.
Anita's fingers brushed against the damp fabric of Meera's panties, feeling the heat radiating from her core. Meera rocked her hips forward, pressing herself against Anita's hand. With a wicked grin, Anita slipped her fingers beneath the barrier, finding Meera hot and wet. Meera moaned loudly, throwing her head back as Anita began to stroke her. Her hips moved in time with Anita's touch, riding her hand with abandon.
Meera's breath hitched as Anita's fingers danced along her inner thigh, inching closer to her throbbing center. The anticipation built, making Meera's skin tingle with every slight movement. When Anita's fingertip finally brushed against her clit, Meera jolted as if struck by lightning. She let out a guttural moan, her hips bucking against the touch. "Oh god, yes," Meera panted, her voice hoarse with need. "Right there."
Anita's fingers began to circle Meera's clit, applying just enough pressure to make the professor squirm. Meera's hips rolled, chasing Anita's touch, desperate for more friction. She ground down on Anita's hand, her breathing ragged and uneven. "More," Meera demanded, her voice a husky growl. "I want your fingers inside me." Anita obliged, sliding first one, then two fingers deep into Meera's wet heat.
Fuck, yes," Meera groaned, her hips moving in sync with Anita's thrusts. "Don't stop." Anita curled her fingers, hitting that sweet spot inside Meera while continuing to tease her clit with her thumb. Meera's body tensed, her inner muscles clamping down on Anita's fingers as she neared the edge.
Meera's hands found Anita's hair, tangling in the silken strands as she held the younger woman close. "God, you feel so good," Meera murmured, her voice thick with desire. She looked down at Anita, her eyes dark with lust, and saw her own passion reflected back at her. Meera's hips rolled faster, meeting Anita's thrusts, her body coiling tighter with each passing second.
Anita's fingers worked magic on Meera's body, driving her wild with desire. But Meera wasn't one to be passive; she wanted to return the favor. Reaching down, she grabbed Anita's wrist and gently removed her hand from her wetness. Then, with a sultry smile, she kissed Anita deeply, tasting her own arousal on the younger woman's lips. Breaking the kiss, Meera stood up, helping Anita to her feet as well.
Meera led Anita to her desk, pushing aside papers and books to clear a space. She sat on the edge, pulling Anita between her legs. "Your turn," Meera said, her voice husky with need. "Show me how much you want me." Anita's heart raced as she stepped closer, her hands reaching out to grasp Meera's hips. She looked into Meera's eyes, seeing her own desire mirrored back at her.
Anita's hands trembled slightly as she reached for the hem of Meera's skirt. With a slow, deliberate motion, she lifted the fabric, revealing Meera's smooth thighs and the lacy black thong that barely contained her arousal. Anita's breath caught in her throat as she took in the sight before her, feeling a rush of desire surge through her veins. "Touch me," Meera whispered, her voice thick with need.
Anita hesitated for a moment, her fingers lingering at the edge of Meera's skirt. She glanced up, meeting Meera's intense gaze, and saw the raw hunger there. It emboldened her, ignited a fire within her that burned away all inhibitions. With newfound confidence, Anita hooked her fingers into the waistband of Meera's thong and slowly pulled it down, revealing the professor's glistening folds.
Meera's breath caught in her throat as Anita's fingers tentatively traced the outline of her sex, teasing her with feather-light touches. She leaned back on her elbows, spreading her legs wider to grant Anita better access. "Tease me," she urged, her voice barely above a whisper. "Make me beg." Emboldened by Meera's words, Anita slid her fingers lower, parting the professor's folds to expose her glistening pink center.
Anita's fingers slid lower, parting Meera's folds to reveal her swollen clit. She teased the sensitive nub with soft circles, reveling in the way Meera's hips jerked in response. Meera bit her lip, trying to stifle her moans as pleasure coursed through her body. "Yes, just like that," she encouraged, her voice breathy and urgent. Anita continued her exploration, using her free hand to spread Meera's thighs wider apart.
Anita's fingers danced around Meera's clit, circling closer and closer to the swollen nub. She reveled in the power she had over the professor, the way her body responded so eagerly to even the slightest touch. Meera's breath came in short gasps, her hips writhing beneath Anita's expert ministrations. "Please," Meera begged, her voice strained with desire. "Lick me." Anita smiled wickedly, eager to oblige.
Joy direct watch through the door, peering into the dimly lit office. His heart pounded in his chest as he watched Anita kneel between Professor Meera's spread legs, her tongue flicking out to taste the older woman's dripping sex. The scene was obscene yet captivating, a dance of desire played out in shadow and moonlight. He couldn't tear his eyes away.
The sudden shrill of Joy's mobile phone shattered the silence. He ran back from the door, his heart hammering in his chest. The ringing seemed impossibly loud, echoing through the quiet hallway. With trembling hands, he pulled the phone from his pocket and answered it quickly, hoping the sound wouldn't draw unwanted attention.
"Hello?" Joy whispered urgently into the phone, his eyes still fixed on the erotic tableau unfolding in the office. He could hear heavy breathing and muffled voices coming from the other end of the line. "It's me," Priya's voice came through faintly, "I'm outside your dorm." "What? Why?" "I need to talk to you. Can we meet somewhere private?"
Joy's mind raced as he tried to process Priya's unexpected call. He glanced back at the window, watching Anita's tongue delve deeper into Professor Meera's wet folds. The sight sent a thrill through him, but Priya's insistent voice brought him back to reality. "Priya, I can't right now. I'm kind of... busy." "Busy doing what?" Priya asked, her voice tinged with suspicion. "Nothing important. Look, can we talk later?"
Joy's mind whirled as he struggled to formulate a response. He knew he couldn't ignore Priya, especially given their shared history and the strange circumstances surrounding her presence here tonight. Yet, he also couldn't bring himself to leave the mesmerizing scene playing out before him. "Priya, I..." he started, but was cut off mid-sentence by a sharp gasp from Professor Meera.