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Anu Mukherjee married professor in late 30"s recently sexually awakened by a stranger , he was her master and she was in an Submissive relationship with him while she is still married .
For last two months she didn't heard anything from her master and she couldn't wash away the moments and new way of life he introduced he changed the way he dress, the way he think and still she follows his commands in her day to day life .
Present day.
Anu Mukherjee lay awake in her cozy bed, her heart pounding wildly. The taste of
forbidden fruit lingered on her lips, and her body yearned for the touch of her
tormentors. The humiliation from the unforgettable encounter had transformed
into desire, an insatiable hunger that gnawed at her soul. She craved the sweet
release of surrendering to her captors once more.
she decided not to wear any panties today.
She wears a skirt which just enough to cover hex sexy ass and top
which just enough to cover her cleavage. She wears a necklace which rested
between her big boos and she applied red lipstick and mascara to her eyes
She wore black high heel which showed her toes.
She locked her house and left for college.
As she stepped into the faculty lounge, Anu caught sight of the familiar
faces of her colleagues. Some whispered amongst. To escape the stares and
whispers, she hastened toward her office, her heart pounding with anxiety.
"Professor Mukherjee, can we talk?" A timid voice halted her progress.
Turning around, Anu found herself facing her colleague, Professor Mehta. The
stern elderly man had a disapproving scowl etched onto his wrinkled brow. He
gestured towards the empty chair across from him, his voice echoing through the
eerily silent corridor. "Can we discuss this matter privately?"
As Anu reluctantly complied, her eyes wandered around the room, scanning for
any hidden threats. She sensed an ominous darkness looming in the distance,
threatening to engulf her fragile existence. A lump formed in her throat, constricting
her ability to breathe freely.
Anu nervously shifted in her seat, averting her gaze from the intimidating
gaze of her colleague. Her fingers intertwined tightly as she searched for the
courage to speak. "Certainly, Professor Mehta. What would you like to
discuss?"
Despite his gruff exterior, a hint of kindness flickered in his tired eyes.
"It's about your performance during the past semester," he began, his
tone softer than expected. "Your dedication to teaching truly inspired us
all.
However," Professor Mehta continued, his tone shifting to a more
serious edge, "there was a noticeable change in your behavior
during the last couple of weeks. We couldn't help but notice your... unique
attire," he added, his eyes darting downwards towards her exposed
cleavage.
Anu's cheeks reddened; her gaze fixated on the desktop. She knew that her
skimpy dress code had caused quite a stir among her colleagues, but she
couldn't deny the intoxicating thrill it ignited within her. The prospect of
being the center of attention, albeit in a scandalous manner, sent a surge of
excitement coursing through her veins.
Despite the shameful circumstances of her recent encounters, Anu relished
the forbidden fruit that teased her senses and inflamed her desires.
She knew deep within, that her actions had deviated from the path of
righteousness, casting a shadow over her impeccable reputation. Yet, the allure
of her transgressions remained irresistible, drawing her deeper into the abyss
of sin.
Mr. Mehta continue “your fashion sense is breath of fresh air you look
really young and now we all looking forward to your fashion sense too.
; Anu blushed on the compliment “ok Professor Mehta if nothing else let me leave I’m getting late for class”
Anu leaves staff room
As Anu navigated the bustling hallway, her elegant heels clicked
rhythmically against the cold linoleum floor, resonating with the pulsating
desires that stirred within her. The scent of fresh-cut flowers mingled with
the faint aroma of coffee, creating an intoxicating brew that enveloped her
senses.
As Anu traversed the winding corridors, she passed by groups of excited
students chattering animatedly about the upcoming cultural festival. A wave of
nostalgia washed over her as she recalled her days as a bright-eyed
undergraduate, eagerly immersing herself in various clubs and activities. She
remembered the countless hours spent rehearsing plays, painting banners, and
organizing events, all in service of bringing joy to others.
With a renewed vigor, Anu decided to prioritize the upcoming annual college
festival. She believed in the transformative power of art and music, and she
envisioned a celebration that would bring the entire campus community together.
To realize this ambitious vision, Anu enlisted the help of a diverse team of
dedicated students, eager to showcase their talents and contribute to the
collective success of the event.
Unknow to Anu, however, a sinister web of deceit and corruption had
begun to weave itself into the fabric of the college administration.
The principal, Dr. Kapoor, was secretly involved in a nefarious scheme that
threatened to tarnish the school's reputation and compromise the students'
safety. As the clock ticked, the tension mounted, and a storm of controversy
loomed on the horizon.
Amidst the mounting chaos, Anu diligently prepared for the upcoming cultural
festival. She assembled a diverse team of talented students, each contributing
their unique skills and perspectives to the planning process. They brainstormed
ideas, designed posters, and choreographed performances, all while navigating
the challenges of coordinating schedules and managing the logistics of the
event.
Through endless meetings and late-night discussions, Anu and her team forged
a bond built on mutual respect and shared goals.
As the days counted down, the anticipation grew stronger. Students eagerly
awaited the opportunity to display their creativity and talent, while the
faculty members marveled at the passion and enthusiasm exhibited by the
organizers. The cultural festival promised to be a spectacle unlike any other,
a testament to the spirit of unity and camaraderie that defined the college
experience.
Among the myriad challenges faced by Anu and her team, securing funding for
the event proved to be a significant hurdle.
With dwindling resources and budget limitations, the group was forced to
rely on innovative fundraising strategies. They organized bake sales, car
washes, and charity runs, rallying the entire campus behind their cause. The
tireless efforts of the team paid off as donations poured in, ensuring that the
cultural festival would be a resounding success.
In addition to financial concerns, the team faced the challenge of securing
approval from the school's stringent administration. As the deadline
approached, Anu embarked on a mission to convince skeptical administrators of
the importance of the event.
She has to convince Mr. Kapoor first. he is main board member of the College.
She called Kapoor’s "s office and she got disappointed to know that he is
not available for few weeks but his son Jain Kapoor is available.
She sighed and agreed to meet Jain Kapoor.
Next day Anu arrived at Jain Kapoor’s office. The room was elegantly
decorated with vintage furniture. Jain Kapoor was sitting behind a large wooden
desk, his eyes glued to the papers scattered across the surface. He appeared to
be in his late twenties, sporting a neatly trimmed beard and donning stylish
glasses.
Anu introduced herself and outlined the purpose of her visit. Jain listened
attentively, nodding occasionally as she spoke.
His expression remained neutral, giving away little of his inner thoughts.
Finally, he leaned back in his chair and folded his hands, studying Anu
intently. "You seem to have a good grasp of what needs to be done, Ms.
Mukherjeea," he said, his voice low and measured. "But I must warn you,
there will be obstacles along the way. My father, especially, won't make things
easy for you."
Anu met his gaze squarely, her resolve unwavering.
"I am aware of the difficulties that may arise, Mr. Kapoor, but I
cannot stress enough the importance of this cultural festival to our
institution. Our students deserve an opportunity to express themselves
creatively and celebrate their accomplishments."
Jain considered her words, his lips pursed in contemplation. "My father
is a stubborn man," he finally admitted, his voice dropping to a
confidential whisper. "He believes that such extracurricular activities
distract students from their primary pursuit—academics.
Jain got up from her chair and walled towards Anu, while she is still explaining
him. While his eyes were checking out the sexy professor sitting
front of her
. He couldn't resist staring at her full breasts pushing out of her tight
top He look at her shapely calves and high heels. " I agree that students
need space to relax and express themselves
He seated on edge of his desk and looking down at Anu he couldn't resist to
notice her cleavage and necklace resting between them.
"What do you mean by commitment?" Anu asked nervously. Her heart
pounded wildly in her chest as she noticed Jain staring intensely at her.
But I must verify your dedication to making this come to fruition,"
Jain asserted, advancing towards Anu with a resolute air.
He stood close, scrutinizing her body, admiring her curves and
voluptuousness. Anu's nostrils flared as she inhaled deeply, her pulse
quickening, sensing his boldness. "If you want my blessing, there is a
price," Jain declared, his voice husky and enticing.
Anu's heart raced, and the heat beneath her shirt intensified. She
hesitated, weighing the implications of his proposal. "What do you
propose?" she managed to utter, her voice strained and uneven.
Her nipples hardened beneath her thin shirt, and her pussy ached with
anticipation. Anu knew that she was playing with fire, but the lure of power
and control was too enticing to resist.
Jain smirked; his eyes locked on Anu's ample bosom. "Very well,"
he conceded, placing a hand on her knee. "I shall grant you permission to
proceed with the cultural festival on one condition."
Anu swallowed hard, her throat parched and dry.
She could sense the sultry lust radiating from Jain, and her body responded
with a surge of heat and anticipation. "What condition?" she
murmured, her voice barely audible.
Jain moved closer; his breath warm against her cheek. "I require
something personal from you," he confessed, his grip tightening on her
knee. "Something that proves your commitment to the project."
Anu's pulse raced, the prospect of yielding power to someone else sending a
tremor of excitement through her veins.
She arched her back ever so slightly, pressing her thighs together as a
ripple of desire coursed through her body. "And what exactly do you seek
from me, Mr. Kapoor?" she asked, her voice hushed yet firm.
Jain smiled; his eyes locked on Anu's mesmerizing cleavage. "I ask for
nothing more than a token of your commitment," he purred, his hand sliding
up from her knee and cupping her thigh.
"A gift that signifies your willingness to do whatever it takes to
ensure the success of the cultural festival."
Anu's breath quickened, her mind racing back to the past. She remembered the
humiliation and pleasure she experienced at the hands of her tormentors, the
feeling of being dominated and surrendering to lust. The memory of her
submission burned like a fire within her, a constant reminder of her weakness.
As Jain's hand continued to explore her thigh, Anu's resolve wavered. She
knew that she was on the precipice of a dangerous game, one that could
jeopardize her career and reputation. However, the allure of power and control
was too enticing to resist.
"I understand, Mr. Kapoor,
Jain continues this game involve more the two people though
." Anu whispered; her voice barely audible. Despite her reservations,
the prospect of surrendering to the whims of powerful men ignited a spark
within her, a flame that threatened to consume her very essence.
Jain's eyes gleamed with anticipation as he pulled Anu closer, his hand
tracing up her thigh and cupping her crotch. "I'm glad you
understand," he murmured, his breath hot against her ear. "I knew you
had the potential to be a valuable asset to our organization."
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"I want you to be shared among 5 board members including my dad,"
Jain stated, his grip tightening on Anu's thigh. "This will prove your
commitment to the project and ensure that you have the necessary resources to
make the cultural festival a success."
Anu's heart raced, her body betraying her desire for power and control.
"I understand, Mr. Kapoor," she breathed, her voice strained and
uneven. "I will do whatever it takes to ensure the success of the cultural
festival."
Anu's voice trembled with anticipation, her heart pounding wildly in her
chest. She knew that she was playing with fire, but the lure of power and
control was too enticing to resist.
Jain's eyes gleamed with satisfaction as he watched Anu's reaction.
"Thank you, Ms. Devi," he said, his voice husky and enticing.
He reached out and caressed Anu's cheek, and goes down to her neck and his
hands gripped tightly around her neck. Anu didn’t move as a stranger dominating
her like this, this what she always wanted. And the power or Mr. Kapoor
and thinking about taking dads dick and sons dick at same time made her shiver
again.
Kapoor mouth comes closer to her lips, he violently kissed anu's lips,
choked by his hands and with his lips she struggles to breath but she kissed
back
; and sucked his lips wildly
"Ms. Mukherjee, please stand up," Jain commanded, his voice hushed yet
commanding. Anu obliged, rising unsteadily to her feet. Her nerves buzzed with
anticipation, and she felt a strange mixture of fear and arousal coursing
through her veins.
Jain circled around her, appraising her voluptuous form. He traced his
fingertips up her arm, his touch sending a cascade of goosebumps down her
spine.
"Remove your top," he ordered, his voice dripping with lust.
With a flick of her wrist, she removed her top, revealing her lacy bra and
perky breasts.
Jain's eyes widened with appreciation, his tongue darting out to wet his
parched lips. "Beautiful," he muttered, reaching out to cup one of
her breasts.
, pulling her nipple. She moaned loudly. He pulled her bra strap down
releasing her breast from the cup.
Remove your skirt
," Jain demanded, his voice dripping with lust. Without a thought Anu
removed her skirt and showed her naked shaved pussy
Kapoor pleasantly; surprised by seeing. Ms. Anu wearing nothing
underneath
Wow you are slut professor roaming around public without nothing underneath
!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I love to be submitted, humiliated and degraded Anu whispered
Jain asked again what Anu? I couldn't hear.
Anu says loudly again I love to be submitted, humiliated and degraded
and treated like a whore, use me fill all
My holes treat me like a shit, spit on me, choke me, slap me and make me beg for your cock.
Jain smiled wickedly, knowing how much power he held over Anu. He had been
waiting for this moment, anticipating the opportunity to exercise his authority
over her. He grasped her shoulders firmly.
"Do you promise to serve me and fulfill my every whim?" he asked,
his voice dripping with dominance.
Anu nodded, her eyes fixed on Jain's face, reflecting her longing for
surrender. "Yes, sir," she replied softly, her voice barely audible.
"I vow to submit myself completely to your desires."
Jain smirked, his eyes glinting with satisfaction. "Excellent," he
murmured, his voice low and seductive. "Now, kneel before me."
, her heart pounding wildly in her chest. The thought of kneeling before
such a powerful man filled her with anticipation. the promise of total
submission appealed to her deepest desires. She knelt before Jain, her knees
pressed against the cool linoleum floor.
He surveyed her curvaceous form, her delicate features accentuated by the
soft glow of the office lights. The air hung heavy with anticipation, the
silence punctuated only by the soft rustling of her clothing and the rapid
beating of her heart.
Her heart pounded wildly in her chest, the anticipation of submitting to Mr.
Kapoor's desires overwhelming her senses. He took a step closer, his eyes
locked on her intimate flesh. The atmosphere crackled with electricity, the
tension between them palpable.
" Stand up keep your both feet’s 2 feet apart with hands
clasped behind your head, right now. “Jain commanded; his voice hushed
she obeyed with no hesitation'
Jain walked to Anu with her large tits popping out and nipples pink. Jain kept me
hand on her ass and asked her to thrust it out. then spanked her
Jain commanded ‘Keep your legs 2 feet apart, with ass thrusted out from your waist, you
will bow forward, so that your boobs are popping out and then keep your face
backwards. This will ensure that your shapely ass and boobs are well displayed
for your Master's pleasure." Jai explained to her and guided her to take the
desired shape.
Jain takes out his phone and took a picture of
extremely perverted avatar of Anu
Anu notices the same and she asked did I looked good master??
Yes, you are sexy whore
"Anu, you look stunning
her voice soft and appreciative. "Thank you, Sir. It
feels good to be appreciated."
Kapoor turned his phone into video mode and commanded
Eyes close." ordered and co "When I ask you to take
Position for Inspection, you will present yourself like this
"That's better, Slut. Now, let's play a little game. Tell me, what's
the name of this position?" I grinned mischievously as I filmed her
exquisite body.
She hesitated before responding, "Position for inspection sir
"Good girl. Now, wiggle your butt for me. Show me how naughty you can
be," Kapoor instructed, filming her every movement.
She complied, shaking her ass in a mesmerizing dance. "Oh, you like
that, don't you?
Standing behind her, Kapoor brought both hands to her boobs and held her
nipples with my index fingers and thumbs. started pinching and increased
pressure
Anu loves every moment of this she needed this very badly
"Master," she gasped, her voice hoarse with arousal. "Please,
I need more."
"More what, Slut?" I taunted, relishing the power I held over her.
"More pain, Master," she pleaded, her voice quivering with
desperation.
I squeezed her nipples harder, applying just the right amount of force to
elicit a satisfying groan from her lips. "Ah, that's it, isn't it?" I
growled, my voice laden with dominance.
"More pain, Master," she repeated, her voice trembling with
anticipation. I released her nipples, allowing my hands to roam freely across
her body. ; Kapoor bought his mobile closer he wants to record each and every
second of this
I gazed admiringly at her curvaceous hips swaying hypnotically with each
step. The sight of her plump, round ass sent a jolt of excitement coursing
through my veins. I couldn't help but imagine the many ways I would use her.
As Kapoor caressed her ass and my fingers reached her cunt, she moaned with
pleasure. Kapoor rubbed sides of my index and middle fingers on her cunt-lips.
Her moaning got louder so I asked, "Tell me, you want to get fucked?"
Moshe nodded immediately.
Please fuck me, Master. Please fuck your bitch. Please ram your cock into
the dirty cunt of your slut."
Keeping my thumb on her asshole, Kapoor inserted his two fingers into her
cunt and started fucking with fingers. Kapoor demeaned Mukherjee "Your
Master hasn't been happy with you, slut. You don't deserve getting fucked by me
cock, whore. You haven't earned it yet. You will have to earn it by being a
good bitch. Is that clear?"
Kapoor demanded, his voice low and threatening.
"Yes, Master," Anu replied, her voice was shaking
Master, just fuck me, I'll be a good bitch. Please use me, please use me
cunt."
As anu was close to her orgasm, Kapoor took away my fingers from her cunt.
This made her yelp in frustration, "Master, please Master. Please fuck me
with your fingers. I'll do everything." She widened her thighs and brought
her hands to her cunt to finger fuck herself. This was a sight to savior as
Kapoor watched and recorded through his mobile Camera
She began to rub her cunt vigorously, her fingers moving in a frenzied
rhythm. Her labia swelled under her expert touch, becoming engorged and slick
with arousal. She moaned loudly, her cries echoing through office loud orgasm
hit her hard.
Her knees buckled, and she collapsed onto the cold floor, panting heavily.
Kapoor stared at her, her swollen labia glistening with her juices. He couldn't
believe the transformation of the once proud and arrogant professor. She now
lay vulnerable and begging for mercy.
In this 5-minute video clip, Anu was pathetically lying on the floor with
thighs spread and was desperately fucking herself with her own fingers. She
also looked at the camera and said, "Please. Master " as pleading in
passion. Then she lowered her face as orgasm hit her and cared about nothing
else.
Slowly she realized what she had just done. While Kapoor kept sitting
properly on his chair with arms crossed, Anu like a desperate animal fucked
herself in the most degrading manner. She also didn't do anything to stop such
filthy act getting recorded.
It enough for now slut Kapoor commands
Get dressed but leave your bra with me
Mukherjee picked up her clothes and put them on, leaving her bra behind on
the desk.
Well done slave, now tell me what do you feel
Mukherjee was confused with this question but then understood that Kapoor
was asking about her feelings during the act. She took a deep breath and tried
to find words to explain her mixed emotions.
Master, I don't know how to explain it. It was painful, shameful, and
humiliating, but somehow, it felt exciting and liberating. I guess I have this
need to be dominated and controlled.
It's a part of me that I never knew existed until now." Anu confessed,
her voice trembling with emotion.
"I am addicted to the power dynamics that come with being
submissive."
With a knowing smile, Jain slid his hands down Anu's back, tracing her
curves with his fingers. "That's natural, my dear," he said, his
voice soothing and understanding. "The power exchange in a
dominant-submissive relationship is intoxicating."
He led Anu to the office lobby, her nipples are still erect hugging tightly
to her top.
Safe journey professor!! Kapoor said as Anu walk towards her carinas;
Anu left the office, still reeling from the encounter with Jain Kapoor. The
weight of her decision to participate in this twisted game weighed heavily on
her conscience. She had known the risks involved, but the promise of power and
control had proved too tempting to resist.
As she drove home, her mind wandered back to the events of the day. The
humiliation and degradation she had endured at the hands of the young man
filled her with a strange mix of shame and exhilaration.
As she parked her car inside the garage, the scent of damp concrete mingling
with the lingering traces of motor oil invaded her senses. She sat in the
driver's seat, her heart throbbing wildly against her ribcage. Her mind was
abuzz with thoughts of her upcoming rendezvous with the five board members, the
anticipation of their impending arrival creating a palpable tension within her.
The idea of serving these powerful men, of succumbing to their desires and
whims, filled her with trepidation. Yet, the tantalizing prospect of yielding
control offered an allure that she found irresistible.
In her mind, she rehearsed the words she would speak to her husband,
ensuring that they were carefully crafted to maintain the illusion of a loving
marriage. She pondered the artistry of deception, recognizing its necessity in
situations where truth would only invite disaster.
"Darling, I have to attend a conference this weekend," she lied to her husband Vikram,
employing a practiced falsity that masked her true intentions. "It's
important for my future prospects, you see. I won't be able to join you at the
farmhouse."
His response was immediate, his concern genuine. "Of course, my love.
I understand the importance of such conferences," Vikram replied,
his reassuring tone offering solace amidst the storm of uncertainty brewing
within her. "But you mustn't stress yourself out. We'll be here eagerly
awaiting your return."
"Thank you, darling," Anu murmured,
She had dinner with her husband and her kidds
She looked at her daughter Pooja, and her memories about her mistress Diya come to mind
. The thoughts create shiver in her spine
She thought what if pooja become Diya.; She looked at her she is not so
tall like her mother but she is thicker, Anu knows she had big; boobs but
her daughter even got better with good shaped
body
and beautiful face. If she got attracted to me.
She stopped these thoughts but she can’t stop thinking what if she got
attracted to her own daughter.
She looked at her son he is bit shorter than her.
He is quite handsome and muscular with good height.
She thinks what if her son attracts to her.
She pushes those thoughts aside. She went to bed, thoughts about events
keeping coming back to her head, her husband is sleeping beside her but she is
keep thinking about Mr. Kapoor and his son. She looked at her phone and look for
Kapoor, contact she changed it to MASTER
KAPOOR. She texted him: I can’t stop thinking about you and what we did
today. I am so horny and I wish I could suck the cum out of your cock.
Jain replied focus on preparing for Saturday night. Be ready to impress us, and
remember, the more effort you put into pleasing us, the more satisfied you'll
be.
Anu " ok master"
I will do everything for your satisfaction
She left unsatisfied; it got 4 more days to Saturday she counted her
fingers.
She drifted to sleep.
For last two months she didn't heard anything from her master and she couldn't wash away the moments and new way of life he introduced he changed the way he dress, the way he think and still she follows his commands in her day to day life .
Present day.
Anu Mukherjee lay awake in her cozy bed, her heart pounding wildly. The taste of
forbidden fruit lingered on her lips, and her body yearned for the touch of her
tormentors. The humiliation from the unforgettable encounter had transformed
into desire, an insatiable hunger that gnawed at her soul. She craved the sweet
release of surrendering to her captors once more.
she decided not to wear any panties today.
She wears a skirt which just enough to cover hex sexy ass and top
which just enough to cover her cleavage. She wears a necklace which rested
between her big boos and she applied red lipstick and mascara to her eyes
She wore black high heel which showed her toes.
She locked her house and left for college.
As she stepped into the faculty lounge, Anu caught sight of the familiar
faces of her colleagues. Some whispered amongst. To escape the stares and
whispers, she hastened toward her office, her heart pounding with anxiety.
"Professor Mukherjee, can we talk?" A timid voice halted her progress.
Turning around, Anu found herself facing her colleague, Professor Mehta. The
stern elderly man had a disapproving scowl etched onto his wrinkled brow. He
gestured towards the empty chair across from him, his voice echoing through the
eerily silent corridor. "Can we discuss this matter privately?"
As Anu reluctantly complied, her eyes wandered around the room, scanning for
any hidden threats. She sensed an ominous darkness looming in the distance,
threatening to engulf her fragile existence. A lump formed in her throat, constricting
her ability to breathe freely.
Anu nervously shifted in her seat, averting her gaze from the intimidating
gaze of her colleague. Her fingers intertwined tightly as she searched for the
courage to speak. "Certainly, Professor Mehta. What would you like to
discuss?"
Despite his gruff exterior, a hint of kindness flickered in his tired eyes.
"It's about your performance during the past semester," he began, his
tone softer than expected. "Your dedication to teaching truly inspired us
all.
However," Professor Mehta continued, his tone shifting to a more
serious edge, "there was a noticeable change in your behavior
during the last couple of weeks. We couldn't help but notice your... unique
attire," he added, his eyes darting downwards towards her exposed
cleavage.
Anu's cheeks reddened; her gaze fixated on the desktop. She knew that her
skimpy dress code had caused quite a stir among her colleagues, but she
couldn't deny the intoxicating thrill it ignited within her. The prospect of
being the center of attention, albeit in a scandalous manner, sent a surge of
excitement coursing through her veins.
Despite the shameful circumstances of her recent encounters, Anu relished
the forbidden fruit that teased her senses and inflamed her desires.
She knew deep within, that her actions had deviated from the path of
righteousness, casting a shadow over her impeccable reputation. Yet, the allure
of her transgressions remained irresistible, drawing her deeper into the abyss
of sin.
Mr. Mehta continue “your fashion sense is breath of fresh air you look
really young and now we all looking forward to your fashion sense too.
; Anu blushed on the compliment “ok Professor Mehta if nothing else let me leave I’m getting late for class”
Anu leaves staff room
As Anu navigated the bustling hallway, her elegant heels clicked
rhythmically against the cold linoleum floor, resonating with the pulsating
desires that stirred within her. The scent of fresh-cut flowers mingled with
the faint aroma of coffee, creating an intoxicating brew that enveloped her
senses.
As Anu traversed the winding corridors, she passed by groups of excited
students chattering animatedly about the upcoming cultural festival. A wave of
nostalgia washed over her as she recalled her days as a bright-eyed
undergraduate, eagerly immersing herself in various clubs and activities. She
remembered the countless hours spent rehearsing plays, painting banners, and
organizing events, all in service of bringing joy to others.
With a renewed vigor, Anu decided to prioritize the upcoming annual college
festival. She believed in the transformative power of art and music, and she
envisioned a celebration that would bring the entire campus community together.
To realize this ambitious vision, Anu enlisted the help of a diverse team of
dedicated students, eager to showcase their talents and contribute to the
collective success of the event.
Unknow to Anu, however, a sinister web of deceit and corruption had
begun to weave itself into the fabric of the college administration.
The principal, Dr. Kapoor, was secretly involved in a nefarious scheme that
threatened to tarnish the school's reputation and compromise the students'
safety. As the clock ticked, the tension mounted, and a storm of controversy
loomed on the horizon.
Amidst the mounting chaos, Anu diligently prepared for the upcoming cultural
festival. She assembled a diverse team of talented students, each contributing
their unique skills and perspectives to the planning process. They brainstormed
ideas, designed posters, and choreographed performances, all while navigating
the challenges of coordinating schedules and managing the logistics of the
event.
Through endless meetings and late-night discussions, Anu and her team forged
a bond built on mutual respect and shared goals.
As the days counted down, the anticipation grew stronger. Students eagerly
awaited the opportunity to display their creativity and talent, while the
faculty members marveled at the passion and enthusiasm exhibited by the
organizers. The cultural festival promised to be a spectacle unlike any other,
a testament to the spirit of unity and camaraderie that defined the college
experience.
Among the myriad challenges faced by Anu and her team, securing funding for
the event proved to be a significant hurdle.
With dwindling resources and budget limitations, the group was forced to
rely on innovative fundraising strategies. They organized bake sales, car
washes, and charity runs, rallying the entire campus behind their cause. The
tireless efforts of the team paid off as donations poured in, ensuring that the
cultural festival would be a resounding success.
In addition to financial concerns, the team faced the challenge of securing
approval from the school's stringent administration. As the deadline
approached, Anu embarked on a mission to convince skeptical administrators of
the importance of the event.
She has to convince Mr. Kapoor first. he is main board member of the College.
She called Kapoor’s "s office and she got disappointed to know that he is
not available for few weeks but his son Jain Kapoor is available.
She sighed and agreed to meet Jain Kapoor.
Next day Anu arrived at Jain Kapoor’s office. The room was elegantly
decorated with vintage furniture. Jain Kapoor was sitting behind a large wooden
desk, his eyes glued to the papers scattered across the surface. He appeared to
be in his late twenties, sporting a neatly trimmed beard and donning stylish
glasses.
Anu introduced herself and outlined the purpose of her visit. Jain listened
attentively, nodding occasionally as she spoke.
His expression remained neutral, giving away little of his inner thoughts.
Finally, he leaned back in his chair and folded his hands, studying Anu
intently. "You seem to have a good grasp of what needs to be done, Ms.
Mukherjeea," he said, his voice low and measured. "But I must warn you,
there will be obstacles along the way. My father, especially, won't make things
easy for you."
Anu met his gaze squarely, her resolve unwavering.
"I am aware of the difficulties that may arise, Mr. Kapoor, but I
cannot stress enough the importance of this cultural festival to our
institution. Our students deserve an opportunity to express themselves
creatively and celebrate their accomplishments."
Jain considered her words, his lips pursed in contemplation. "My father
is a stubborn man," he finally admitted, his voice dropping to a
confidential whisper. "He believes that such extracurricular activities
distract students from their primary pursuit—academics.
Jain got up from her chair and walled towards Anu, while she is still explaining
him. While his eyes were checking out the sexy professor sitting
front of her
. He couldn't resist staring at her full breasts pushing out of her tight
top He look at her shapely calves and high heels. " I agree that students
need space to relax and express themselves
He seated on edge of his desk and looking down at Anu he couldn't resist to
notice her cleavage and necklace resting between them.
"What do you mean by commitment?" Anu asked nervously. Her heart
pounded wildly in her chest as she noticed Jain staring intensely at her.
But I must verify your dedication to making this come to fruition,"
Jain asserted, advancing towards Anu with a resolute air.
He stood close, scrutinizing her body, admiring her curves and
voluptuousness. Anu's nostrils flared as she inhaled deeply, her pulse
quickening, sensing his boldness. "If you want my blessing, there is a
price," Jain declared, his voice husky and enticing.
Anu's heart raced, and the heat beneath her shirt intensified. She
hesitated, weighing the implications of his proposal. "What do you
propose?" she managed to utter, her voice strained and uneven.
Her nipples hardened beneath her thin shirt, and her pussy ached with
anticipation. Anu knew that she was playing with fire, but the lure of power
and control was too enticing to resist.
Jain smirked; his eyes locked on Anu's ample bosom. "Very well,"
he conceded, placing a hand on her knee. "I shall grant you permission to
proceed with the cultural festival on one condition."
Anu swallowed hard, her throat parched and dry.
She could sense the sultry lust radiating from Jain, and her body responded
with a surge of heat and anticipation. "What condition?" she
murmured, her voice barely audible.
Jain moved closer; his breath warm against her cheek. "I require
something personal from you," he confessed, his grip tightening on her
knee. "Something that proves your commitment to the project."
Anu's pulse raced, the prospect of yielding power to someone else sending a
tremor of excitement through her veins.
She arched her back ever so slightly, pressing her thighs together as a
ripple of desire coursed through her body. "And what exactly do you seek
from me, Mr. Kapoor?" she asked, her voice hushed yet firm.
Jain smiled; his eyes locked on Anu's mesmerizing cleavage. "I ask for
nothing more than a token of your commitment," he purred, his hand sliding
up from her knee and cupping her thigh.
"A gift that signifies your willingness to do whatever it takes to
ensure the success of the cultural festival."
Anu's breath quickened, her mind racing back to the past. She remembered the
humiliation and pleasure she experienced at the hands of her tormentors, the
feeling of being dominated and surrendering to lust. The memory of her
submission burned like a fire within her, a constant reminder of her weakness.
As Jain's hand continued to explore her thigh, Anu's resolve wavered. She
knew that she was on the precipice of a dangerous game, one that could
jeopardize her career and reputation. However, the allure of power and control
was too enticing to resist.
"I understand, Mr. Kapoor,
Jain continues this game involve more the two people though
." Anu whispered; her voice barely audible. Despite her reservations,
the prospect of surrendering to the whims of powerful men ignited a spark
within her, a flame that threatened to consume her very essence.
Jain's eyes gleamed with anticipation as he pulled Anu closer, his hand
tracing up her thigh and cupping her crotch. "I'm glad you
understand," he murmured, his breath hot against her ear. "I knew you
had the potential to be a valuable asset to our organization."
.
"I want you to be shared among 5 board members including my dad,"
Jain stated, his grip tightening on Anu's thigh. "This will prove your
commitment to the project and ensure that you have the necessary resources to
make the cultural festival a success."
Anu's heart raced, her body betraying her desire for power and control.
"I understand, Mr. Kapoor," she breathed, her voice strained and
uneven. "I will do whatever it takes to ensure the success of the cultural
festival."
Anu's voice trembled with anticipation, her heart pounding wildly in her
chest. She knew that she was playing with fire, but the lure of power and
control was too enticing to resist.
Jain's eyes gleamed with satisfaction as he watched Anu's reaction.
"Thank you, Ms. Devi," he said, his voice husky and enticing.
He reached out and caressed Anu's cheek, and goes down to her neck and his
hands gripped tightly around her neck. Anu didn’t move as a stranger dominating
her like this, this what she always wanted. And the power or Mr. Kapoor
and thinking about taking dads dick and sons dick at same time made her shiver
again.
Kapoor mouth comes closer to her lips, he violently kissed anu's lips,
choked by his hands and with his lips she struggles to breath but she kissed
back
; and sucked his lips wildly
"Ms. Mukherjee, please stand up," Jain commanded, his voice hushed yet
commanding. Anu obliged, rising unsteadily to her feet. Her nerves buzzed with
anticipation, and she felt a strange mixture of fear and arousal coursing
through her veins.
Jain circled around her, appraising her voluptuous form. He traced his
fingertips up her arm, his touch sending a cascade of goosebumps down her
spine.
"Remove your top," he ordered, his voice dripping with lust.
With a flick of her wrist, she removed her top, revealing her lacy bra and
perky breasts.
Jain's eyes widened with appreciation, his tongue darting out to wet his
parched lips. "Beautiful," he muttered, reaching out to cup one of
her breasts.
, pulling her nipple. She moaned loudly. He pulled her bra strap down
releasing her breast from the cup.
Remove your skirt
," Jain demanded, his voice dripping with lust. Without a thought Anu
removed her skirt and showed her naked shaved pussy
Kapoor pleasantly; surprised by seeing. Ms. Anu wearing nothing
underneath
Wow you are slut professor roaming around public without nothing underneath
!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I love to be submitted, humiliated and degraded Anu whispered
Jain asked again what Anu? I couldn't hear.
Anu says loudly again I love to be submitted, humiliated and degraded
and treated like a whore, use me fill all
My holes treat me like a shit, spit on me, choke me, slap me and make me beg for your cock.
Jain smiled wickedly, knowing how much power he held over Anu. He had been
waiting for this moment, anticipating the opportunity to exercise his authority
over her. He grasped her shoulders firmly.
"Do you promise to serve me and fulfill my every whim?" he asked,
his voice dripping with dominance.
Anu nodded, her eyes fixed on Jain's face, reflecting her longing for
surrender. "Yes, sir," she replied softly, her voice barely audible.
"I vow to submit myself completely to your desires."
Jain smirked, his eyes glinting with satisfaction. "Excellent," he
murmured, his voice low and seductive. "Now, kneel before me."
, her heart pounding wildly in her chest. The thought of kneeling before
such a powerful man filled her with anticipation. the promise of total
submission appealed to her deepest desires. She knelt before Jain, her knees
pressed against the cool linoleum floor.
He surveyed her curvaceous form, her delicate features accentuated by the
soft glow of the office lights. The air hung heavy with anticipation, the
silence punctuated only by the soft rustling of her clothing and the rapid
beating of her heart.
Her heart pounded wildly in her chest, the anticipation of submitting to Mr.
Kapoor's desires overwhelming her senses. He took a step closer, his eyes
locked on her intimate flesh. The atmosphere crackled with electricity, the
tension between them palpable.
" Stand up keep your both feet’s 2 feet apart with hands
clasped behind your head, right now. “Jain commanded; his voice hushed
she obeyed with no hesitation'
Jain walked to Anu with her large tits popping out and nipples pink. Jain kept me
hand on her ass and asked her to thrust it out. then spanked her
Jain commanded ‘Keep your legs 2 feet apart, with ass thrusted out from your waist, you
will bow forward, so that your boobs are popping out and then keep your face
backwards. This will ensure that your shapely ass and boobs are well displayed
for your Master's pleasure." Jai explained to her and guided her to take the
desired shape.
Jain takes out his phone and took a picture of
extremely perverted avatar of Anu
Anu notices the same and she asked did I looked good master??
Yes, you are sexy whore
"Anu, you look stunning
her voice soft and appreciative. "Thank you, Sir. It
feels good to be appreciated."
Kapoor turned his phone into video mode and commanded
Eyes close." ordered and co "When I ask you to take
Position for Inspection, you will present yourself like this
"That's better, Slut. Now, let's play a little game. Tell me, what's
the name of this position?" I grinned mischievously as I filmed her
exquisite body.
She hesitated before responding, "Position for inspection sir
"Good girl. Now, wiggle your butt for me. Show me how naughty you can
be," Kapoor instructed, filming her every movement.
She complied, shaking her ass in a mesmerizing dance. "Oh, you like
that, don't you?
Standing behind her, Kapoor brought both hands to her boobs and held her
nipples with my index fingers and thumbs. started pinching and increased
pressure
Anu loves every moment of this she needed this very badly
"Master," she gasped, her voice hoarse with arousal. "Please,
I need more."
"More what, Slut?" I taunted, relishing the power I held over her.
"More pain, Master," she pleaded, her voice quivering with
desperation.
I squeezed her nipples harder, applying just the right amount of force to
elicit a satisfying groan from her lips. "Ah, that's it, isn't it?" I
growled, my voice laden with dominance.
"More pain, Master," she repeated, her voice trembling with
anticipation. I released her nipples, allowing my hands to roam freely across
her body. ; Kapoor bought his mobile closer he wants to record each and every
second of this
I gazed admiringly at her curvaceous hips swaying hypnotically with each
step. The sight of her plump, round ass sent a jolt of excitement coursing
through my veins. I couldn't help but imagine the many ways I would use her.
As Kapoor caressed her ass and my fingers reached her cunt, she moaned with
pleasure. Kapoor rubbed sides of my index and middle fingers on her cunt-lips.
Her moaning got louder so I asked, "Tell me, you want to get fucked?"
Moshe nodded immediately.
Please fuck me, Master. Please fuck your bitch. Please ram your cock into
the dirty cunt of your slut."
Keeping my thumb on her asshole, Kapoor inserted his two fingers into her
cunt and started fucking with fingers. Kapoor demeaned Mukherjee "Your
Master hasn't been happy with you, slut. You don't deserve getting fucked by me
cock, whore. You haven't earned it yet. You will have to earn it by being a
good bitch. Is that clear?"
Kapoor demanded, his voice low and threatening.
"Yes, Master," Anu replied, her voice was shaking
Master, just fuck me, I'll be a good bitch. Please use me, please use me
cunt."
As anu was close to her orgasm, Kapoor took away my fingers from her cunt.
This made her yelp in frustration, "Master, please Master. Please fuck me
with your fingers. I'll do everything." She widened her thighs and brought
her hands to her cunt to finger fuck herself. This was a sight to savior as
Kapoor watched and recorded through his mobile Camera
She began to rub her cunt vigorously, her fingers moving in a frenzied
rhythm. Her labia swelled under her expert touch, becoming engorged and slick
with arousal. She moaned loudly, her cries echoing through office loud orgasm
hit her hard.
Her knees buckled, and she collapsed onto the cold floor, panting heavily.
Kapoor stared at her, her swollen labia glistening with her juices. He couldn't
believe the transformation of the once proud and arrogant professor. She now
lay vulnerable and begging for mercy.
In this 5-minute video clip, Anu was pathetically lying on the floor with
thighs spread and was desperately fucking herself with her own fingers. She
also looked at the camera and said, "Please. Master " as pleading in
passion. Then she lowered her face as orgasm hit her and cared about nothing
else.
Slowly she realized what she had just done. While Kapoor kept sitting
properly on his chair with arms crossed, Anu like a desperate animal fucked
herself in the most degrading manner. She also didn't do anything to stop such
filthy act getting recorded.
It enough for now slut Kapoor commands
Get dressed but leave your bra with me
Mukherjee picked up her clothes and put them on, leaving her bra behind on
the desk.
Well done slave, now tell me what do you feel
Mukherjee was confused with this question but then understood that Kapoor
was asking about her feelings during the act. She took a deep breath and tried
to find words to explain her mixed emotions.
Master, I don't know how to explain it. It was painful, shameful, and
humiliating, but somehow, it felt exciting and liberating. I guess I have this
need to be dominated and controlled.
It's a part of me that I never knew existed until now." Anu confessed,
her voice trembling with emotion.
"I am addicted to the power dynamics that come with being
submissive."
With a knowing smile, Jain slid his hands down Anu's back, tracing her
curves with his fingers. "That's natural, my dear," he said, his
voice soothing and understanding. "The power exchange in a
dominant-submissive relationship is intoxicating."
He led Anu to the office lobby, her nipples are still erect hugging tightly
to her top.
Safe journey professor!! Kapoor said as Anu walk towards her carinas;
Anu left the office, still reeling from the encounter with Jain Kapoor. The
weight of her decision to participate in this twisted game weighed heavily on
her conscience. She had known the risks involved, but the promise of power and
control had proved too tempting to resist.
As she drove home, her mind wandered back to the events of the day. The
humiliation and degradation she had endured at the hands of the young man
filled her with a strange mix of shame and exhilaration.
As she parked her car inside the garage, the scent of damp concrete mingling
with the lingering traces of motor oil invaded her senses. She sat in the
driver's seat, her heart throbbing wildly against her ribcage. Her mind was
abuzz with thoughts of her upcoming rendezvous with the five board members, the
anticipation of their impending arrival creating a palpable tension within her.
The idea of serving these powerful men, of succumbing to their desires and
whims, filled her with trepidation. Yet, the tantalizing prospect of yielding
control offered an allure that she found irresistible.
In her mind, she rehearsed the words she would speak to her husband,
ensuring that they were carefully crafted to maintain the illusion of a loving
marriage. She pondered the artistry of deception, recognizing its necessity in
situations where truth would only invite disaster.
"Darling, I have to attend a conference this weekend," she lied to her husband Vikram,
employing a practiced falsity that masked her true intentions. "It's
important for my future prospects, you see. I won't be able to join you at the
farmhouse."
His response was immediate, his concern genuine. "Of course, my love.
I understand the importance of such conferences," Vikram replied,
his reassuring tone offering solace amidst the storm of uncertainty brewing
within her. "But you mustn't stress yourself out. We'll be here eagerly
awaiting your return."
"Thank you, darling," Anu murmured,
She had dinner with her husband and her kidds
She looked at her daughter Pooja, and her memories about her mistress Diya come to mind
. The thoughts create shiver in her spine
She thought what if pooja become Diya.; She looked at her she is not so
tall like her mother but she is thicker, Anu knows she had big; boobs but
her daughter even got better with good shaped
body
and beautiful face. If she got attracted to me.
She stopped these thoughts but she can’t stop thinking what if she got
attracted to her own daughter.
She looked at her son he is bit shorter than her.
He is quite handsome and muscular with good height.
She thinks what if her son attracts to her.
She pushes those thoughts aside. She went to bed, thoughts about events
keeping coming back to her head, her husband is sleeping beside her but she is
keep thinking about Mr. Kapoor and his son. She looked at her phone and look for
Kapoor, contact she changed it to MASTER
KAPOOR. She texted him: I can’t stop thinking about you and what we did
today. I am so horny and I wish I could suck the cum out of your cock.
Jain replied focus on preparing for Saturday night. Be ready to impress us, and
remember, the more effort you put into pleasing us, the more satisfied you'll
be.
Anu " ok master"
I will do everything for your satisfaction
She left unsatisfied; it got 4 more days to Saturday she counted her
fingers.
She drifted to sleep.
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