Fantasy Devika, a rich high class housewife, with angel heart

[prady12191]

The next morning, Devika stood before her wardrobe with uncharacteristic deliberation. Her fingers traced the edge of a deep maroon silk saree with gold border—one she'd never dared wear to college. She paired it with a sleeveless blouse that revealed her smooth shoulders and arms. The mirror reflected a woman she barely recognized: confident, alluring, powerful.

Students' conversations died mid-sentence as she glided through the corridor. Male professors froze, coffee cups suspended halfway to their lips. Even Saradha's eyebrows rose slightly at the transformation. The sleeveless blouse revealed more than just skin—it displayed a newfound boldness that electrified the air around her.

During the examination, Devika paced between the rows, aware of every gaze following her movements. Vishnu hunched over his paper, writing furiously. His determination was palpable—a stark contrast to Pathan, who struggled through questions with growing frustration. The power dynamic had shifted visibly. One student driven by promise, the other floundering without similar motivation.

When Devika collected the papers later that day, she wasn't surprised by the results. Vishnu had scored 92 percent—a shocking improvement that left other professors murmuring in disbelief. Pathan had barely managed to pass.

"I don't understand," Seenu muttered, examining Vishnu's paper. "This boy was failing just last month."

Devika offered a professional smile. "Some students simply need the right... inspiration."

When she handed back the papers, Vishnu approached her desk last. His classmates had already filed out, leaving them in momentary privacy.

"I proved myself, madam," he whispered, fingers brushing against hers as he accepted his exam. "Ninety-two percent."

Devika nodded, her smile measured but unmistakable. "You did well."

"Now it's your turn to prove yourself." His eyes traveled from her face to her bare shoulders, lingering on the curve where her blouse met skin.

"I keep my promises," she replied softly, the words barely audible.

As evening approached, the classrooms emptied. Students streamed toward the gates, eager to celebrate the end of exams. Devika remained behind, organizing papers with deliberate slowness. Pathan stalked out, kicking a trash can in frustration, while Vishnu hovered near the door, waiting.

Across the campus, Devika felt a strange pity for Pathan and his failure. Yet a more powerful feeling overshadowed it—validation of Saradha's theory. These boys would indeed do anything for her attention. She had become the puppet master, not the puppet.

As the last footsteps faded from the corridor, Devika locked her desk drawer and stood. The evening stretched before her, dark with possibility.

The evening shadows stretched across the empty campus as Vishnu lingered in the corridor. He watched with calculated patience as Pathan finally stormed out, kicking a trash can in frustration over his poor exam performance. Vishnu remained hidden, waiting until the last faculty member locked their office and headed home.

The building fell into silence. Only the occasional distant sound of a janitor's mop bucket broke the stillness. Through the window, Vishnu spotted Devika still in her classroom, methodically organizing papers on her desk. He knew she was waiting too.

Devika sensed his presence before she saw him. A prickling awareness crawled across her skin as she looked up to find Vishnu standing in the doorway, his eyes dark with anticipation. No words passed between them. The agreement hung in the air, unspoken but binding.

She gathered her belongings and walked past him into the corridor. Without looking back, she made her way toward the boys' toilet at the far end of the building. The sound of Vishnu's footsteps followed at a careful distance.

The harsh fluorescent light of the toilet flickered as Devika pushed open the door. Her eyes immediately found the crude graffiti that bore her name, now joined by even more vulgar suggestions. Last time, the sight had horrified her. Today, she regarded it with strange detachment.

The small space felt even more confined than she remembered. The sink dripped slowly, marking time in the silence. She didn't turn when she heard the door open behind her.

Vishnu entered, his face flushed with excitement. He locked the door, the click echoing in the tiled room. They stood facing each other in the cramped space, the reality of what they were about to do hanging heavy between them.

Without warning, Vishnu stepped forward and pulled Devika into an embrace. Her body tensed at the sudden contact, her breasts crushed against his chest. The heat of his body seeped through the thin fabric of her sleeveless blouse.

"You're so hot in this blouse, madam," he whispered against her ear, his voice hoarse. "I couldn't focus in class all day."

Devika leaned back slightly, maintaining their embrace but creating enough space to see his face. "You did well on your exam, Vishnu. Ninety-two percent."

"I did it only for you." His fingers traced the bare skin of her arms. "I'm ready to do anything for this chance."

"You proved yourself as a good student," Devika said, surprised by the steadiness in her voice despite the hammering of her heart.

Vishnu's hands tightened on her waist. "Now it's time for you to prove yourself as a good teacher." He stepped back and gestured at her saree. "Remove it. Like you promised."

"Don't rush," Devika cautioned, placing a hand on his chest. "We have time." She let her fingers trail down to the buttons of his shirt. "You've only scored good marks, not earned everything yet. First, you get this favor."

Vishnu stood perfectly still as Devika's trembling fingers worked the buttons of his shirt. She couldn't believe what she was doing—undressing her student in the college toilet. With each button that came undone, she felt another piece of her old self falling away.

She slid the shirt from his shoulders, letting it drop to the dirty floor. Vishnu stood before her in his undershirt, his chest rising and falling with quickened breaths. He clearly expected her to stop there, but Devika surprised them both by grasping the hem of his vest and pulling it up over his head.

The scent of him hit her—young, male, slightly musky. Devika inhaled deeply, allowing herself to experience the forbidden sensation. She stepped forward and wrapped her arms around his bare torso, pressing her lips against his neck.

"Vishnu," she murmured against his skin, "you love your teacher, don't you? You scored well for me."

He responded by tightening his embrace, rubbing his face against her neck. His hands explored the exposed skin of her shoulders, fingers tracing the edges of her sleeveless blouse. The sensation sent shivers down Devika's spine.

She pulled away, meeting his gaze. "Now it's time for my student to take his teacher's saree."

Vishnu's eyes widened. He had assumed she would remove it herself. The realization that Devika wanted him to undress her left him momentarily speechless.

With trembling fingers, Vishnu reached for the pin securing her pallu at her shoulder. He carefully removed it, letting the fabric fall. Slowly, he began unwrapping the saree, circling Devika as the layers of silk came undone. She turned with his movements, feeling the cool air against her skin as more of her body was revealed.

The maroon silk pooled at their feet, settling over his discarded shirt. Devika stood before him in her sleeveless blouse and petticoat, feeling unexpectedly vulnerable. A flush of embarrassment washed over her, and she stepped forward to bury her face against his bare chest.

Vishnu pulled her into a tight embrace, his arms wrapping around her exposed waist. The direct contact of his skin against hers sent a jolt through Devika's body. They moved against each other, faces pressed into necks, lips grazing skin. Devika felt his hardness pressing against her thigh, insistent and unmistakable.

Saradha's words echoed in her mind: If he scores exceptionally well, there could be extra credit. Devika's hand traveled downward, coming to rest on Vishnu's thigh. She hesitated only briefly before moving her palm to cup his erection through his pants.

Vishnu gasped, his body going rigid with shock. Devika looked up into his eyes, seeing the disbelief there.

"You need more than a hug for your score," she whispered, and pressed her lips against his.

The kiss was hungry and deep. Devika massaged him through the fabric of his pants, feeling him grow harder under her touch. Without breaking the kiss, she reached for his belt, fumbling with the buckle. When she struggled with the buttons of his pants, Vishnu helped her, his hands shaking with eagerness.

His pants fell to his ankles, leaving him in his briefs. Devika continued to stroke him through the thin cotton, feeling the damp spot where his excitement had leaked through. Her tongue explored his mouth as her hand worked its magic, driving him to the edge of control.

"I was only expecting eighty percent," she murmured against his lips, "but you scored ninety-two. You deserve your Kerala teacher's hands on you."

With that, Devika slipped her hand inside his briefs and wrapped her fingers around him. The heat of him surprised her—so hot and alive against her palm. She could feel the veins pulsing beneath her fingers as she began to stroke.

She tugged at his briefs, and Vishnu eagerly helped her pull them down. Now he stood before her, completely naked from the waist down. Devika felt a moment of shyness and pressed her lips against his again, continuing to work her hand up and down his length. She could feel the wetness at his tip, evidence of his arousal.

Breaking the kiss, she looked down between them. She ran her thumb over the sensitive head, spreading the slick moisture. "I want your lips on my navel," she said breathlessly, "but not your mouth."

Before Vishnu could process her meaning, Devika guided the tip of his erection to her navel, pressing it against the soft depression. The contact made him gasp. More fluid leaked from him, creating a slippery sensation against her skin.

Vishnu moaned, his head falling back as his eyes closed in ecstasy. Devika watched his face as she rubbed him against her navel, fascinated by the power she held over him in this moment.

"It's time for your real credits from your sexy teacher," she whispered. Slowly, deliberately, she sank to her knees before him, still holding him in her hand.

The strong, musky scent of his arousal filled her senses. She looked up at him, seeing the anticipation and disbelief in his eyes. Holding his gaze, Devika leaned forward and pressed her lips against the tip of him, tasting the saltiness of his excitement.

The contact sent a violent shudder through Vishnu's body. His hands gripped the sink behind him for support as his knees threatened to buckle.

Devika paused, studying the unfamiliar weight in her hand. Despite years of marriage, she had never done this—not even with Rajeevan. The realization sent a thrill through her body. This was entirely new territory, a line she never thought she'd cross.

She examined him curiously, running her fingers along the smooth skin. The stark contrast between his hardness and softness fascinated her. When her thumb grazed over the slit at the tip, Vishnu shuddered violently.

"Please, madam," he gasped, his voice barely audible.

Devika leaned forward, pressing her lips firmly against the head of his erection. The contact made Vishnu moan loudly, his fingers tightening their grip on the sink. The sound of his pleasure emboldened her. She had never witnessed such raw, unfiltered desire directed at her—certainly not from Rajeevan, whose passion had long since cooled to routine.

Her tongue darted out experimentally, tracing the small opening at the tip. The taste was unfamiliar—salty and slightly bitter. Vishnu's legs trembled as she explored him, her tongue circling the sensitive ridge beneath the head.

"Madam... oh god..." he groaned, looking down at her with wide eyes.

Following his gaze, Devika realized her position had caused her blouse to gape open, revealing the deep valley between her breasts. Rather than adjusting herself, she allowed him this view as she wrapped her fingers more firmly around his shaft.

She kissed the tip again, this time lingering longer, feeling the smoothness against her lips. More fluid seeped from him, and Devika found herself licking it away, savoring the intimate taste of his arousal. Each time she cleaned him, more appeared, as though his body was offering an endless supply for her discovery.

The power she felt was intoxicating. Vishnu—who had once made her feel so vulnerable and exposed—now stood helpless before her, completely at her mercy. His moans filled the small space as she wrapped her lips around the head and sucked gently, drawing out more of his essence.

"Look at me," she commanded softly, releasing him momentarily.

When their eyes met, she slowly took him between her lips again, watching his expression contort with pleasure. In this moment, she wasn't Professor Devika—she was a woman exploring the edges of her own desires, finding herself through the surrender of another.

Devika pulled back slightly, noticing how his arousal had already made him slick. But she wanted more—wanted to feel him slide more easily between her lips. She recalled scenes from films she'd accidentally discovered late at night while Rajeevan slept, remembering how women created more wetness.

She looked up at Vishnu, maintaining eye contact as she deliberately gathered saliva in her mouth. His eyes widened in recognition as she parted her lips and let a thin stream of moisture fall onto his length. The intimate act of spitting on him felt scandalously crude yet powerfully arousing.

"Ohhhh," Vishnu moaned, his chest heaving as he watched his professor perform this lewd act. "Madam, I can't believe..."

Devika spread the wetness with her hand, coating him thoroughly before returning her lips to the task. This time, she opened wider, determined to take more of him. She wrapped her lips around the head and pushed forward, feeling the unfamiliar stretch as she accommodated his girth.

To her surprise, she could only manage to take half his length before feeling resistance. She pulled back slightly, adjusting her position before trying again. Her long hair fell forward, partially obscuring her face as she began a rhythm, moving her head back and forth.

Vishnu watched, transfixed by the sight of his Kerala teacher on her knees, her head bobbing as she pleasured him. Each time she moved forward, her hair would cascade around her face, and she would pause momentarily to tuck the strands behind her ear before continuing her ministrations.

The small, practical gesture—so ordinary yet performed during such an extraordinary act—sent a jolt of pleasure through him. This wasn't some fantasy or porn actress; this was his professor, learning to please him in real time.

Devika established a steady rhythm, her inexperience evident but her enthusiasm making up for any lack of technique. When her jaw began to ache from the unfamiliar position, she released him from her mouth but kept stroking with her hand. She shifted her attention, lowering her head to run her tongue along the base of his shaft while looking up at him through her lashes.

"Is this what you dreamed about when you studied for your exam?" she asked, her voice husky with a confidence she'd never known before. "Is this why you scored ninety-two percent?"

"Yes," Vishnu gasped, his voice cracking with desire. "Yes, madam. Every page I studied, I thought about you. Every answer I wrote was for this moment."

His confession sent a thrill through Devika. She resumed her efforts with renewed purpose, taking him between her lips again. Finding herself still limited by her inexperience, she gathered more saliva and let it drip deliberately onto his length, creating the wetness she needed.

"I can't take all of you," she admitted softly, a note of apology in her voice.

Instead, she adjusted her approach, turning her head to run her lips along the side of his shaft. The change in angle allowed her to trace the entire length with her mouth, ensuring every inch felt the soft press of her lips. Vishnu's fingers threaded through her hair as she worked, his breathing growing increasingly ragged.

Devika's explorations grew bolder. She moved lower, taking one of his testicles into her mouth with careful gentleness. The weight of it on her tongue was strange but not unpleasant. She sucked softly, feeling him twitch and hearing his breath catch.

"Oh god, madam," he moaned, his legs trembling.

Something primitive awakened in Devika, urging her toward even greater intimacy. She raised his erection with one hand, exposing the sensitive skin beneath. In a move that surprised even herself, she extended her tongue and licked the tender area under his balls, venturing toward territory she'd never considered before.

Vishnu's reaction was immediate and violent. His body jerked as her tongue probed the sensitive skin, venturing dangerously close to his most private area. A guttural groan escaped him, his fingers tightening almost painfully in her hair.

Taking him in both hands, Devika began to stroke him firmly while looking up.

"You made your teacher proud by scoring so well," she whispered, her voice taking on a husky quality she barely recognized. "You did exactly what I asked of you."

She quickened her pace, watching his face contort with pleasure.

"It's my duty as your teacher to make you happy," she continued, closing her eyes and guiding his hardness to her face.

She gently slapped his erection against her cheeks, her forehead, her chin—feeling the wet combination of his excitement and her saliva splashing with each contact. Vishnu watched in awe as his professor allowed his most intimate part to mark her beautiful face.

The sensation of his hardness against her soft skin—the contrast between his rigid heat and her delicate features—intensified his pleasure. Devika puckered her lips, deliberately slapping his tip against her mouth before rubbing it slowly across her lips, marking them with his essence.

Devika felt a reckless desire coursing through her veins. Without stopping her ministrations, she reached up with trembling fingers to her blouse strap. Vishnu's eyes widened as she deliberately slid the thin fabric down her shoulder while continuing to pleasure him with her mouth.

"Madam... what are you doing?" His voice was barely audible, strained with disbelief.

She didn't answer immediately, her mouth otherwise occupied. With practiced movements, she slipped her other strap down, allowing her blouse to fall further, revealing the upper swells of her breasts and deep cleavage. Her bra straps followed, sliding down her arms while she maintained her rhythm.

When she finally released him from her mouth, her breathing was heavy, eyes dark with desire. "You're my student who made me proud," she whispered, her voice husky and unfamiliar even to herself. "I can do anything for a student who excels."

Vishnu stood frozen, his hands gripping the sink edge so tightly his knuckles whitened. The transformation of his proper Kerala professor into this wanton woman before him exceeded his wildest fantasies.

"I'm going to make my student's dick happy," Devika murmured, the crude word sounding foreign on her tongue. With deliberate slowness, she reached behind her back and unhooked her bra. The garment fell forward, revealing her breasts completely.

Vishnu's breath caught in his throat. "They're... they're so sexy," he stammered. "Even more beautiful than I imagined."

Her breasts were indeed perfectly shaped—full and firm, with dark nipples hardened to tight points. The contrast of her naked chest against her professional demeanor—her glasses still perched on her nose, her expression one of scholarly concentration—created an erotic dissonance that made his arousal throb painfully.

Devika shifted position, rising slightly on her knees until her breasts were level with his erection. She looked up at him through her lashes, maintaining eye contact as she took her breasts in her hands, lifting and squeezing them together to create a warm channel.

"This is what a ninety-two percent deserves," she whispered, guiding him between her breasts.

The sensation of his hardness sliding against her soft skin sent a visible shudder through Vishnu's body. He jerked forward involuntarily, his hips moving of their own accord as he felt the incredible warmth enveloping him.

"Ohhh," he groaned, his head falling back as Devika squeezed her breasts more tightly around him, creating delicious pressure. The incredible reality of his stern professor presenting her naked breasts for his pleasure overwhelmed his senses completely.

Devika leaned back slightly, gathering saliva in her mouth before letting it drip between her breasts. The warm liquid pooled in the valley of her chest, creating a slick channel for Vishnu's hardness. She pressed her breasts together more firmly, creating tighter pressure around him as she began to move rhythmically.

Vishnu's erection slid smoothly between her breasts, disappearing halfway into the warm crevice she'd created. With each upward movement, only the purplish head emerged, glistening with the mixture of her saliva and his excitement. Devika lowered her face, extending her tongue to flick against the sensitive tip each time it appeared, drawing a sharp gasp from Vishnu with every contact.

The combination of wetness—sweat, saliva, and his pre-release—created a sheen that made both his shaft and her breasts glisten under the harsh fluorescent light. She controlled the pace deliberately, sliding slowly and maintaining eye contact with an intensity that made him tremble. The sophisticated Kerala professor had transformed into something else entirely—a woman exploring the full extent of her sexual power.

After several minutes of this exquisite torture, Devika released her breasts and took his hardness in her hand. With deliberate movements, she began slapping it gently against each breast, creating soft wet sounds that echoed in the tiled space. Vishnu watched, mesmerized, as his erection bounced against her soft flesh, leaving glistening trails across her skin.

With scientific curiosity, she pointed the head directly at her nipples, rubbing the mixture of saliva and his fluid against the hardened peaks. The intimate contact made her inhale sharply, her own arousal building unexpectedly from this lewd act.

"Madam..." Vishnu gasped, barely able to form words. His legs trembled with the effort of remaining upright, his knuckles white from gripping the sink edge.

Devika studied his expression, a newfound curiosity overtaking her. How much pleasure could her student withstand? How far could she push his limits? The power she felt was intoxicating, nothing like she'd ever experienced before.

"Turn around," she commanded softly, her voice carrying a surprising authority despite her compromised position.

"What?" Vishnu blinked, confusion momentarily overriding his arousal.

"I want to see how much my student can handle," she explained, her tone reminiscent of her classroom lectures. "Turn around. Face the wall."

Though bewildered, Vishnu obeyed, turning his back to her. Devika found herself facing his bare buttocks, the unexpected vulnerability of this position sending a strange thrill through her. Without allowing herself to think too deeply about her actions, she leaned forward and placed a soft kiss on one rounded cheek.

Vishnu moaned, his body jerking at the unexpected contact. The sound encouraged her, and she extended her tongue, tracing a wet path across his skin. She explored the contours of his buttocks with her mouth, alternating between gentle kisses and bolder licks that left him shuddering.

"Madam, what are you doing?" he gasped, half-turning to look over his shoulder.

"Teaching you a new lesson," she replied, her voice thick with desire. "Showing you what happens when you excel in my class."

Her hands gripped his hips firmly as she continued her intimate exploration, her tongue gliding across the smooth skin of his cheeks. Each swipe of her tongue drew increasingly desperate sounds from Vishnu, his body tensing and relaxing in waves of pleasure he'd never anticipated.

Emboldened by Vishnu's trembling response, Devika gently parted his buttocks with her hands. The intimate exposure made him tense, but she soothed him with soft kisses along the curve where thigh met cheek. Her heart raced as she ventured into territory completely foreign to her, driven by a primal curiosity and newfound confidence.

"Relax," she whispered, her breath warm against his skin.

With delicate precision, she traced her tongue along the shallow valley between his cheeks, keeping to the outer edges of the sensitive area. She explored carefully, tasting the salt of his skin, feeling him quiver beneath her touch. The forbidden nature of this act—this complete surrender of her former propriety—sent waves of unexpected pleasure through her own body.

Vishnu's moans echoed against the bathroom tiles as she continued her gentle exploration, her tongue gliding over the sensitive skin without venturing deeper. The intimacy of this act—more than anything they'd done before—marked a complete transformation in their relationship. No longer merely teacher and student, they had crossed into something primal and uncharted.

"I can't... I can't take much more," Vishnu gasped, his voice breaking with strain.

Devika withdrew, turning him around to face her again. His erection stood rigidly before her, darker and more swollen than before, visibly throbbing with his heartbeat. The sight stirred something possessive within her—she had brought him to this state, had shown him pleasures he'd never imagined possible from his stern Kerala professor.

"Come here," she commanded softly, taking him in her hand again.

She guided him back to her mouth, her lips parting to welcome him. This time, she took him deeper, relaxing her throat as much as possible. Her inexperience still limited her, but her enthusiasm compensated as she established a steady rhythm, her head bobbing as she worked him with increasing confidence.

Vishnu's breathing grew ragged, his moans more desperate. His fingers tangled in her hair, not guiding but simply holding on as if to anchor himself against the overwhelming sensations. Devika felt him swell further against her tongue, the pulse of his arousal quickening noticeably.

"Madam, I'm going to..." he warned, his voice tight with restraint.

Devika didn't withdraw. Instead, she increased her pace, her hand working in tandem with her mouth. She looked up, maintaining eye contact as she continued pleasuring him, silently communicating her permission.

The sight of his proper, sophisticated professor—half-naked with her lips wrapped around him, looking up with dark, eager eyes—proved too much for Vishnu. With a strangled cry, his body tensed completely. Devika felt the first pulse against her tongue, followed by a rush of warmth that flooded her mouth.

The unfamiliar taste surprised her, but she continued her movements, determined to experience this completely. Each pulse brought another wave, filling her mouth until she could contain no more. Some escaped, trailing down her chin as she struggled to swallow the unfamiliar fluid.

When the last tremor subsided, Vishnu slumped against the sink, his legs barely supporting him. Devika released him gently, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand. The taste lingered on her tongue—salty, slightly bitter, yet not unpleasant. She had never imagined herself doing something so intimate, yet here she was, savoring the evidence of her student's pleasure.

They remained still for several moments, the only sound their heavy breathing echoing in the small space. The reality of what they'd just done began to settle over them, neither quite able to process the transformation that had occurred.

Slowly, Devika rose to her feet, suddenly aware of her exposed breasts. She reached for her bra, slipping it back on with trembling fingers. Vishnu watched her, his expression a mixture of awe and disbelief.

"Madam, that was..." he began, but words failed him.

"The reward for your academic excellence," she finished for him, her voice surprisingly steady despite the turmoil inside her. "Remember our agreement. You focus on your studies now."

Vishnu nodded, still dazed as he pulled up his underwear and pants. Devika gathered her saree from the floor, wrapping it around herself with practiced movements that belied the extraordinary circumstances.

When they were both dressed, an awkward silence fell between them. The dynamic had irreversibly shifted—teacher and student no longer adequately described what they were to each other.

Vishnu stepped forward hesitantly, his eyes questioning. Devika understood what he wanted. She leaned in, allowing him to press his lips against hers one final time. The kiss was gentle, almost reverent—nothing like the heated exchange they'd shared earlier.

"Thank you," he whispered against her lips before pulling away.

"Keep studying," she replied softly. "There's still more to learn."

They left the bathroom separately, Devika going first after checking the corridor was empty. As she walked back to her classroom to collect her belongings, her mind raced with conflicting emotions. Pride in her newfound power mingled with shame at her actions, excitement clashed with uncertainty about what she was becoming.

Yet beneath it all ran a current of undeniable truth—she had never felt more alive, more herself, than in that tiled bathroom with her student. The proper Kerala woman who had arrived in Pune months ago was transforming into someone else entirely, someone who recognized her own desires and wasn't afraid to claim them.