Misc. Erotica Swathi an innocent teacher

[rathikreeda]

Part 6: The Heat Builds
Scene: The Seminar Room
The campus was buzzing with last-minute seminar preparations. Swathi had taken charge of mentoring a few senior students for their project presentation. The room was warm with equipment, cardboard models, printouts, and scattered markers. She was wearing a deep maroon saree today — formal, but the sleeveless blouse clung to her with just enough curve to catch attention.
Ajay and Sai were the last two to remain after the rest had left for lunch.
Swathi leaned over the table, fixing a loose poster board with tape. The pallu of her saree fell forward slightly, exposing the smooth skin of her back. She felt it — the stillness behind her.
She turned slowly.
Ajay was standing a bit too close. Sai was leaning against the desk, watching her move with undisguised interest.
“You both haven’t left?” she asked.
“We’re not done admiring… I mean, arranging the charts,” Sai said, a little grin pulling at his mouth.
Swathi’s eyes narrowed slightly. “Watch it.”
Ajay smiled innocently. “Just saying, Ma’am. You really take your work seriously.”
She turned back toward the table, deliberately ignoring them, reaching up to pin the last corner of the chart. Her blouse lifted slightly, revealing the small of her back.
She heard Sai murmur behind her. “Damn.”
“Excuse me?” she said without turning around.
“Nothing,” Ajay replied quickly. “Just that… it’s very warm in here.”
Swathi finished pinning the chart and turned to face them. “If you’re going to stand there and drool, I’ll give you both lab cleaning duty.”
Sai raised his hands in surrender, laughing. “That’s fair. You’re scary when you’re strict.”
She smirked. “Then be scared. And get out before I report you for being unproductive.”
They gathered their things slowly — too slowly — before walking out. As they passed her, Ajay whispered low in her ear:
“You’re so good when you’re bossy, Ma’am.”
She didn’t react. But her breath caught.
And he knew.

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Scene: Aditya’s Turn
That evening, Swathi agreed to meet Aditya for a quick doubt session in the department lounge. It was quiet, low-lit, couches scattered around like an unused hotel lobby.
He sat awkwardly with his laptop on his thighs, scribbling notes, explaining a concept with a stammer here and there. He wasn’t trying to flirt. He wasn’t watching her with hunger.
And yet — he was beautiful.
Innocent, clueless, the hem of his t-shirt riding up slightly to reveal a faint line of muscle on his lower stomach as he leaned forward.
Swathi found herself staring for a second too long.
“Ma’am?” he said, blinking up at her.
“Hm?” she replied, snapping back.
“You okay?”
She smiled. “Yes. You’re doing well. Keep going.”
He smiled back, proud, unaware.
And she shifted in her seat, legs crossing tighter, feeling a tingle of guiltless desire crawl between her thighs.
He was too pure for what she was thinking.
And yet — she couldn’t stop thinking it.

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Scene: The Unraveling (Swathi & Rahul)
Later That Night
Swathi was already in bed when Rahul stepped in, towel around his waist, his chest still wet from the shower. She was in a soft black satin nightie, the thin straps sliding over her shoulders as she sat reading on her phone.
He walked to her side of the bed, looking down.
“You keep teasing them,” he said softly, brushing her ankle with his finger. “Don’t you?”
She looked up, smirking. “I do nothing.”
He grabbed her ankle suddenly, pulling her down flat, the phone tumbling beside her. She gasped, laughing as he hovered over her.
“You think I don’t see it?” he murmured, his hand sliding under the fabric of her nightie, moving up her thigh. “The way they look at you. The way you look back sometimes.”
Swathi’s breath hitched as he pushed her nightie up to her waist, exposing her panties. He slapped her thigh — not hard, but firm enough to make her gasp again.
“I see you enjoying it.”
“I don’t…” she tried, but he cut her off by biting her neck gently, then moving to her breasts, pulling one out of the nightie and sucking on her nipple, slowly at first, then deeper, hungrier.
She moaned softly, her back arching. “Rahul…”
“Say it,” he growled, his hand cupping her ass now, squeezing it. “Say they make you wet.”
She hesitated — eyes wide, cheeks flushed — then nodded.
“Yes… but not like you do.”
He spanked her ass sharply, making her cry out. “Good answer.”
Then he yanked her panties aside, slid two fingers inside her soaked pussy without warning. Her body arched, breath stuttering.
“Dripping,” he murmured. “Fucking soaked.”
He pulled his towel off, his cock thick, hard, glistening with precum. He didn’t waste time. He dragged her to the edge of the bed and pushed into her — slow, but deep.
“Fuck,” she whimpered, her nails digging into his back.
He thrust harder, hands gripping her waist, then one hand sliding up to hold her throat — not choking, just owning her.
“I don’t care who looks at you,” he whispered, lips against her ear. “They’ll never fuck you like this.”
He lifted her leg onto his shoulder and pounded into her, her moans louder now, her body bucking as her orgasm built in sharp waves.
She came hard, trembling beneath him, calling his name.

He then flipped her over, spanked her ass once. ''Ahhh'' she whimpered, that's what you get for being naughty. 
He started banging her in doggy style, making her moan. Spanked her ass repeatedly with one hand pulling her hair back. 
''You are only mine to fuck" he whispered and spanked her more. It was so much for Rahul to take and he came right after, collapsing over her, sweat mixing between them.
And for a long while, neither of them spoke.
Because in that moment — she wasn’t the innocent angel.
She was his.