21-02-2020, 08:02 PM
His statement almost sounds like a warning, but I'm having a hard time listening. His sleeves are rolled up to his elbows, revealing toned forearms and thick veins. I feebly try to push the distraction away, nodding intently while he speaks. The scholarship award is exactly what I need - I have to go for it if I want to finish my degree.
He leans forward, and I swear he is enjoying the flustered expression I must be wearing at this point. I press my thighs together under my skirt.
"Do you need this scholarship, Samyuktha?"
His deep voice, calling me by my name like that... I shift uncomfortably in my dampening panties.
"Yes, sir. It would be the only way I could afford to finish my degree."
He nods.
"Come around to this side of the desk."
Wait, what?
"Why would-"
"I asked you to come here, not to question me."
My cheeks are blazing. What's going on? He's at least twenty-five years older than me... he can't be hitting on me.
"I won't ask you again, Miss Samyuktha."
![[Image: Samyuktha%2BHegde%2BHot%2BPhotos.jpg]](https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-WDRjaC6bszg/XYeJpT4lmjI/AAAAAAAAARM/5I9on8OeGCUFP9SoAHjR1ZfN4sK1vurzQCLcBGAsYHQ/s1600/Samyuktha%2BHegde%2BHot%2BPhotos.jpg)
I do as he says, not seeing any other option. He can only pick one student, and I'm sure there's plenty of other students he can recommend if I'm not willing to cooperate.
Standing in front of him, I feel extra vulnerable as his eyes rake over me. He has always been pure business, always professional. Confusion mixed with desire washes over me.
"Get on your knees," he says quietly but commandingly.
"Excuse me?" I squeak, feeling my soft lace thong soak through at his stern tone.
There is only one thing that can mean! I don't get on my knees for just anyone. Does he think I'm some kind of whore? That I'll sell my body for a scholarship?
![[Image: Comedian-Prudhvi-Pics13.jpg]](https://www.apherald.com/ImageStore/images/movies/movies-sizzlers/Comedian-Prudhvi-Pics13.jpg)
He stands abruptly. Shit. Startled, I kneel. He rakes his fingers gently through my hair, resting his palm on my head.
"Good girl. I knew you'd be good with following directions," he murmurs.
I close my eyes. I couldn't pretend like I had not fantasized many nights about being on my knees in front of him, always under my covers in the company of my vibrator. I just never thought it'd be like this. My whole body feels hot.
"Tell me, Miss Samyuktha, do you think I haven't noticed how flustered you act when I speak to you? All 'yes, sir', 'no, sir', blushing every time I look your way? You need the scholarship, that I know. What else do you need?"
![[Image: .jpg]](https://timesofindia.indiatimes.com/thumb/msid-66316625,width-1200,height-900,resizemode-4/.jpg)
I can't help the quiet whimper that falls from my lips. I'm soaked, and I'm sure he can see my nipples poking through the thin fabric of my top. The vulnerable feeling overwhelms me, and only deepens the pit of desire in my stomach.
His erection presses against his slacks, and it is all I can focus on.
"I-I don't know... I don't know what I need," I whimper, my mind whirling. This is wrong, he's my professor... but I'm so turned on by him right now. A wave of shame washes over me, intensifying the throbbing desire between my legs.
"This is wrong," I whisper.
"You're so turned on, you can't even think straight, can you? Poor little slut. Just let me guide you," he whispers. He frees his impressive erection from his pants and brings it to my lips. I meet his gaze, my eyes wide. My knees dig into his carpet painfully.
He sighs, and pulls the hair at the nape of my neck, holding my head in place.
"Open your mouth. Don't pretend like you don't want to."
I submit and do as he says. His control over me in this situation is intoxicating. My pussy aches, wanting him to take me in every domineering way I know he can.
These are thoughts that only a mindless slut would have, Samyuktha!
![[Image: samyuktha-hegde-8.jpg]](https://www.famousbirthdays.com/headshots/samyuktha-hegde-8.jpg)
I plant several open-mouthed kisses along his cock, licking just under his head. Gently swirling my tongue around his opening, I work him deeper into my mouth, as far as I can take him.
I pull back, swiping my hand along the wet shaft, using my saliva to stroke and squeeze him as I glide my lips up and down. I glance up at him, cupping his balls in my other hand. Pride swells in my chest and desire pools between my legs as he emits a low moan.
"Fuck," he hisses. I continue stroking and sucking him, enjoying the reward of the small amount of pre-cum on my tongue.
![[Image: images?q=tbn:ANd9GcSArlBw7yzSp8JTK4qeRBF...WfTMe7V-&s]](https://encrypted-tbn0.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcSArlBw7yzSp8JTK4qeRBFnbI5d2UMUlKQTfTlrNekkWfTMe7V-&s)
He roughly tangles both hands in my hair, and forcibly controls my head, moving my mouth up and down his length. I deliciously gag on his cock as I feel my lips brush his balls. He continues using my mouth, stopping just before I gag each time.
"Is this what you have been thinking about when you blush at me, dear Samyuktha? Do you lay in your little dorm every night, stroking your clit, thinking about me face-fucking you like this in my office?"
He stops and gently pulls my chin upwards, forcing me to look at him. "Answer me," he orders.
My clit throbs with need. My pussy feels so frustratingly empty. I can't even think straight. Mascara-stained tears rim my eyes, and there is saliva dripping from my mouth.
"Yes, sir." My reply comes out as a desperate mewl.
![[Image: samyukthahegde28.jpg]](http://www.idlebrain.com/movie/photogallery/samyukthahegde1/images/samyukthahegde28.jpg)
He smirks. "Stand up and bend over the desk."
I do as he says, savoring every ounce of his dominance over me. He gently grips the hem of my skirt, pulling it up over my waist, barely allowing his fingers to graze the back of my thigh. The small touch sends electricity all over my body.
He leans forward, and I swear he is enjoying the flustered expression I must be wearing at this point. I press my thighs together under my skirt.
"Do you need this scholarship, Samyuktha?"
His deep voice, calling me by my name like that... I shift uncomfortably in my dampening panties.
"Yes, sir. It would be the only way I could afford to finish my degree."
He nods.
"Come around to this side of the desk."
Wait, what?
"Why would-"
"I asked you to come here, not to question me."
My cheeks are blazing. What's going on? He's at least twenty-five years older than me... he can't be hitting on me.
"I won't ask you again, Miss Samyuktha."
![[Image: Samyuktha%2BHegde%2BHot%2BPhotos.jpg]](https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-WDRjaC6bszg/XYeJpT4lmjI/AAAAAAAAARM/5I9on8OeGCUFP9SoAHjR1ZfN4sK1vurzQCLcBGAsYHQ/s1600/Samyuktha%2BHegde%2BHot%2BPhotos.jpg)
I do as he says, not seeing any other option. He can only pick one student, and I'm sure there's plenty of other students he can recommend if I'm not willing to cooperate.
Standing in front of him, I feel extra vulnerable as his eyes rake over me. He has always been pure business, always professional. Confusion mixed with desire washes over me.
"Get on your knees," he says quietly but commandingly.
"Excuse me?" I squeak, feeling my soft lace thong soak through at his stern tone.
There is only one thing that can mean! I don't get on my knees for just anyone. Does he think I'm some kind of whore? That I'll sell my body for a scholarship?
![[Image: Comedian-Prudhvi-Pics13.jpg]](https://www.apherald.com/ImageStore/images/movies/movies-sizzlers/Comedian-Prudhvi-Pics13.jpg)
He stands abruptly. Shit. Startled, I kneel. He rakes his fingers gently through my hair, resting his palm on my head.
"Good girl. I knew you'd be good with following directions," he murmurs.
I close my eyes. I couldn't pretend like I had not fantasized many nights about being on my knees in front of him, always under my covers in the company of my vibrator. I just never thought it'd be like this. My whole body feels hot.
"Tell me, Miss Samyuktha, do you think I haven't noticed how flustered you act when I speak to you? All 'yes, sir', 'no, sir', blushing every time I look your way? You need the scholarship, that I know. What else do you need?"
![[Image: .jpg]](https://timesofindia.indiatimes.com/thumb/msid-66316625,width-1200,height-900,resizemode-4/.jpg)
I can't help the quiet whimper that falls from my lips. I'm soaked, and I'm sure he can see my nipples poking through the thin fabric of my top. The vulnerable feeling overwhelms me, and only deepens the pit of desire in my stomach.
His erection presses against his slacks, and it is all I can focus on.
"I-I don't know... I don't know what I need," I whimper, my mind whirling. This is wrong, he's my professor... but I'm so turned on by him right now. A wave of shame washes over me, intensifying the throbbing desire between my legs.
"This is wrong," I whisper.
"You're so turned on, you can't even think straight, can you? Poor little slut. Just let me guide you," he whispers. He frees his impressive erection from his pants and brings it to my lips. I meet his gaze, my eyes wide. My knees dig into his carpet painfully.
He sighs, and pulls the hair at the nape of my neck, holding my head in place.
"Open your mouth. Don't pretend like you don't want to."
I submit and do as he says. His control over me in this situation is intoxicating. My pussy aches, wanting him to take me in every domineering way I know he can.
These are thoughts that only a mindless slut would have, Samyuktha!
![[Image: samyuktha-hegde-8.jpg]](https://www.famousbirthdays.com/headshots/samyuktha-hegde-8.jpg)
I plant several open-mouthed kisses along his cock, licking just under his head. Gently swirling my tongue around his opening, I work him deeper into my mouth, as far as I can take him.
I pull back, swiping my hand along the wet shaft, using my saliva to stroke and squeeze him as I glide my lips up and down. I glance up at him, cupping his balls in my other hand. Pride swells in my chest and desire pools between my legs as he emits a low moan.
"Fuck," he hisses. I continue stroking and sucking him, enjoying the reward of the small amount of pre-cum on my tongue.
He roughly tangles both hands in my hair, and forcibly controls my head, moving my mouth up and down his length. I deliciously gag on his cock as I feel my lips brush his balls. He continues using my mouth, stopping just before I gag each time.
"Is this what you have been thinking about when you blush at me, dear Samyuktha? Do you lay in your little dorm every night, stroking your clit, thinking about me face-fucking you like this in my office?"
He stops and gently pulls my chin upwards, forcing me to look at him. "Answer me," he orders.
My clit throbs with need. My pussy feels so frustratingly empty. I can't even think straight. Mascara-stained tears rim my eyes, and there is saliva dripping from my mouth.
"Yes, sir." My reply comes out as a desperate mewl.
![[Image: samyukthahegde28.jpg]](http://www.idlebrain.com/movie/photogallery/samyukthahegde1/images/samyukthahegde28.jpg)
He smirks. "Stand up and bend over the desk."
I do as he says, savoring every ounce of his dominance over me. He gently grips the hem of my skirt, pulling it up over my waist, barely allowing his fingers to graze the back of my thigh. The small touch sends electricity all over my body.
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