Mohan sat in the last row of the classroom, his heart racing as he stared at the clock above the blackboard. It ticked closer and closer to the end of the school day. His mind wandered, thinking about the risky plan he had concocted. It was a gamble, but the desire burning inside him was too intense to ignore. He had noticed the way Shanti Miss, his English teacher, looked at him during classes—a lingering gaze that spoke of something more than just academic interest.

The previous day's escapade played on repeat in his mind. The sight of Shanti walking in on him and Riya, their bodies tangled and sweaty on the dusty classroom floor, was seared into his memory. The horror on her face had been priceless, but the thrill of almost being caught had only fueled his need to push the boundaries even further. He could still feel the tightness of Riya's embrace, the way she had whispered his name into his ear as he had buried himself inside her, oblivious to the world outside their passionate bubble.

But today was about taking things to the next level. The bell finally rang, and the students began to shuffle out of the room, chattering and laughing as they went. Mohan waited patiently, his eyes never leaving the doorway. When the last student had disappeared and the hallways were silent, he knew it was time. He watched as Shanti Miss gathered her books, her hips swaying slightly with every movement, and felt a stirring in his pants that was impossible to ignore. He took a deep breath, his heart pounding in his chest, and approached her desk.

"Miss, can I help you with that?" he offered, his voice a low purr.

Shanti Miss turned around, surprised by his sudden presence. She looked at him, a mix of confusion and wariness in her eyes. Before she could respond, Mohan's hands were around her waist, pulling her body firmly against his. He felt the heat of her flesh through her sari, and the softness of her breasts pressed against his chest made his cock throb with anticipation.

Ignoring the voice in his head that screamed of the consequences, he began to tear at her blouse. The fabric gave way easily, revealing her lacy bra that did little to hide the erectness of her nipples. She gasped, trying to push him away, but his strength and determination overpowered her. He could see the fear in her eyes, but there was also a flicker of something else—desire, perhaps? Or was it just his own lust playing tricks on him?

With a swift motion, he unhooked her bra, letting it fall to the floor. Her breasts spilled out, heavy and full, the areolas a dark shade of brown. He leaned in, capturing a nipple in his mouth, feeling it harden even further as he suckled. She moaned, a sound that sent shockwaves through his body, and he knew he had her right where he wanted her.

Mohan lifted Shanti Miss onto the desk, her legs wrapping around his waist instinctively. He positioned himself between her thighs, feeling the wetness of her pussy against the fabric of his trousers. The scent of her arousal filled the room, making him even more eager. He unbuttoned and unzipped his pants, freeing his rock-hard cock. It throbbed with the need to be inside her.

With one swift motion, he pulled aside her petticoat and panties, exposing her glistening sex to the cool air of the classroom. He didn't bother to savor the sight, instead, he immediately plunged his cock into her warm, welcoming depths. She gasped, her eyes widening with a mix of pain and pleasure. He knew she was tight, but the sensation of her enveloping him was more than he could have ever imagined. He began to move, his hips thrusting in a steady rhythm that grew faster and faster.

The desk beneath them creaked and groaned with every stroke, adding a layer of urgency to their clandestine encounter. The sound echoed through the empty school hallways, a testament to their illicit rendezvous. Shanti Miss's initial resistance had transformed into a silent submission, her breaths coming in ragged gasps as he claimed her. Her nails dug into his back, leaving white lines of pain that only served to drive him on.

Mohan's movements grew more frenzied as he felt the pressure building within him. He knew she was close; her walls clenched around him like a vice, her body shaking with the force of her impending climax. He reached down, his thumb finding her clit, and began to rub it in slow, deliberate circles. The effect was immediate—she arched her back, her eyes rolling back into her head as she moaned his name. He felt the first spasms of her orgasm ripple through her body, tightening her grip on him.

With a grunt, he pushed into her even deeper, feeling her nails dig even deeper into his skin. Her cries grew louder, echoing off the classroom walls. He didn't care if someone heard—the thrill of being caught only added to his excitement. He pounded into her, relentless in his pursuit of his own release. The desk groaned and creaked beneath them, a symphony of passion and desire that seemed to crescendo with every stroke.

Shanti Miss's body tensed, her legs trembling around his waist as she reached the peak of her climax. Her pussy clenched around his cock, pulsing with the force of her orgasm, and it was all he could do to keep from coming himself. He felt her warm juices coat him, making him slick with her satisfaction. She bit her lower lip, trying to stifle the sounds that threatened to give them away, but her eyes held his, filled with a mix of fear and unbridled lust.

Mohan knew he couldn't hold out much longer. The feel of her tight pussy clenching around him was too much. He slammed into her one last time, burying himself as deep as he could go. Her nails dug even deeper into his back, drawing blood this time, but the pain only served to push him over the edge. With a roar, he came, filling her with his seed. The sensation was like nothing he had ever felt before—hot, intense, and overwhelming.

Her orgasm seemed to go on forever, her body shaking and quivering as she rode the waves of pleasure. He watched in amazement as her eyes rolled back in her head, her mouth open in a silent scream. When her contractions finally subsided, she collapsed back onto the desk, her breathing ragged. He leaned over her, his cock still buried inside her, and whispered in her ear, "You liked that, didn't you?"

Shanti Miss didn't answer, but her body spoke for her. She was trembling, the aftershocks of pleasure still coursing through her veins. Mohan slowly pulled out, watching as his cum spilled out of her. He felt a strange sense of power, of dominance, as he saw the evidence of his conquest pooling on the wooden surface. He knew he had taken her in a way she had never been taken before, and the thought sent a thrill down his spine.

They both took a moment to catch their breath, the only sound in the room the distant ringing of the school bell. Mohan knew they had to move quickly—the janitor could come in at any moment and discover them in this compromising position. He helped her down from the desk, her legs wobbly from the intensity of their encounter. She looked at him with a mix of fear and longing, her cheeks flushed and her eyes filled with a passion that was both terrifying and exhilarating.

"Miss," he whispered, his voice thick with desire, "this can't be the end. We need to do this again."

Shanti Miss took a shaky breath, straightening her clothes and avoiding his gaze. "Mohan," she began, her voice trembling slightly, "what happened here...it can never be repeated. It's not right."

But the hunger in his eyes told her a different story. He stepped closer, his hand brushing against her thigh. "Why not, Miss?" he asked, his voice a seductive whisper. "You enjoyed it. I could feel it."

Shanti Miss swallowed hard, trying to compose herself. The idea of giving into his desires again sent a shiver down her spine. She knew it was wrong, but the way he had taken her, so raw and primal, had awakened something inside her she hadn't felt in years. She hesitated, her hand hovering over her torn blouse. "Mohan," she said, her voice barely above a whisper, "this isn't right. I'm your teacher."

Mohan's eyes searched hers, the intensity of his gaze leaving no room for doubt. "I know, Miss," he said, his voice dropping to a seductive murmur. "But sometimes, rules are meant to be broken." He took a step closer, his hand reaching out to cup her cheek. "Your chamber," he suggested, his thumb tracing the outline of her bottom lip, "where we can be alone. Where no one can see us."

Shanti Miss's eyes darted around the room, as if seeking an escape from the situation she found herself in. But the truth was, she didn't want to escape. The forbidden fruit tasted too sweet, and she was desperate for more. She bit her lip, her eyes flicking back to meet his. "Alright," she conceded, her voice barely above a whisper. "But only if no one finds out."

Mohan's grin grew wider, his hand sliding down to give her ass a firm squeeze. "Don't worry, Miss," he assured her. "It'll be our little secret." He stepped back, allowing her to fix her clothes and collect herself. As she did, he couldn't help but admire the way she looked—disheveled and satisfied, with a hint of the naughty schoolgirl he had always fantasized about.

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