College lab(m/f)

[dupattagaggedgirl02]

Raj, a student on the brink of academic
failure, is drawn into a secret encounter
with his college instructor, Anagha, in a
Mumbai hotel room. What begins as a
desperate plea for academic help
transforms into a night of intense power
play and unspoken desires. As boundaries
blur, Raj and Anagha exp

The sun had just begun its descent beyond the bustling cityscape of Mumbai, casting a warm orange hue across

the sky as Raj nervously made his way to the hotel room. His heart raced with a mix of anxiety and anticipation.
He knew what awaited him behind that door-
a secret encounter with his college instructor, Anagha, that
would blur the lines between pleasure and power.
Earlier that day, Raj had received a cryptic message from Anagha, requesting his presence at this very location.
He couldn't shake the memory of her intense gaze as she whispered the address, her voice laced with both
authority and seduction. Raj had failed the college lab exam multiple times, and now his graduation hung in the
balance. He knew Anagha held the key to his academic success, but he never imagined it would come with such
a tantalizing twist.
As he entered the dimly lit hotel room, the scent of incense and the soft glow of candles set the stage for the
evening's events. Anagha stood there, her figure concealed beneath a flowing black dupatta, her eyes sparkling
with anticipation. She had always been a captivating presence in the classroom, but tonight, she exuded a raw,
uninhibited energy that both excited and unnerved Raj.
"You're here," she purred, her voice husky with desire. "Now, let's begin."
Raj's breath quickened as he approached her, his eyes adjusting to the low light. Anagha's hands emerged from
beneath the dupatta, her fingers gracefully guiding the fabric as she instructed him on her first command. "Tie
my wrists, Raj. Secure them tightly behind my back."
He hesitated for a moment, his fingers trembling as he reached for the soft silk of her dupatta. This was a
fantasy of Anagha's, one she had shared with him in confidence-
a bondage fantasy that had its roots in her
childhood. As he carefully bound her wrists, he felt the weight of her trust, knowing that he held the power to
fulfill her deepest desires.

With her wrists secured, Anagha's breathing became more rapid, her chest rising and falling with each shallow

breath. Raj's fingers moved with a newfound confidence as he proceeded to tie her elbows together, restricting

her movements further. The dupatta, once a simple piece of clothing, now became a tool of restraint,
accentuating the delicate lines of her arms and the curve of her shoulders.
"You're doing well, Raj," she whispered, her voice muffled by the fabric. "Now, let's see how creative you can
be."
He smiled, a hint of mischief in his eyes, as he gently guided her to the bed and positioned her on her knees.
Anagha's submission was a stark contrast to her usual assertive demeanor in the classroom. With her hands
bound, he began to explore her body, his fingers tracing the contours of her back, the dip of her waist, and the
swell of her hips.
Raj's hands moved to her chest, and with deft fingers, he created a neat boxtie, binding her breasts tightly,
accentuating their fullness. Anagha's breath caught in her throat, her body responding to the sensation of
restraint. He could feel her heart pounding beneath his fingertips, a testament to the intensity of her arousal.
"Mmm..." she moaned softly, her eyes closed, surrendering to the pleasure.
Raj reached for a handkerchief, his fingers brushing against her skin as he gently stuffed it into her mouth.
Anagha's eyes widened momentarily, her breath coming in short gasps as she adjusted to the sensation of being
gagged. He secured the handkerchief with another dupatta, ensuring her silence, and then added a blindfold,
plunging her into complete sensory deprivation.
Anagha was now completely at Raj's mercy, her senses heightened as she anticipated his next move. He admired
the sight of her bound and blindfolded, her body a canvas of restrained desire. He wanted to draw out her
pleasure, to push her to the edge and keep her there, teetering on the brink of release.
With deliberate movements, Raj reached for a vibrator, a sleek, silver toy that would bring Anagha to new
heights of ecstasy. He secured it to a crotch rope, positioning it against her clitoris, and then slowly began to tie
the rope, ensuring it was snug against her sensitive flesh.
"Ahh..." Anagha's muffled moan vibrated through the handkerchief as the vibrator buzzed to life, sending waves
of pleasure through her body. Raj controlled the intensity, edging her closer and closer to the precipice of
orgasm without allowing her to fall over the edge.
He leaned in close, his breath warm against her ear. "You like that, don't you, Anagha?" he whispered, his voice
laced with a dominance he never knew he possessed. "You want to come, but you'll have to earn it."
Anagha's body tremed with need, her hips involuntarily thrusting against the vibrator, seeking more stimulation.
Raj's fingers trailed down her spine, eliciting shivers as he slowly began to strip away her clothing, layer by layer.
He untied the boxtie, revealing her black bra, the lace stretched taut across her full breasts.
With each piece of clothing removed, Anagha's vulnerability increased, and so did Raj's sense of power. He took
his time, savoring the moment, as he unfastened her bra, freeing her breasts. He cupped them in his hands, his
thumbs teasing her nipples, now hard and pebbled from the cool air.

"Please..." Anagha's muffled plea was barely audible, but Raj understood. He wanted her to beg, to surrender
completely to the pleasure he was about to unleash. He positioned himself between her thighs, his fingers
skimming the inside of her thighs, teasingly close to her core.
As he continued to edge her, Raj's own desire grew, his cock throbbing with need. He wanted to feel her, to
taste her, but he remained focused on his task, determined to give Anagha the release she craved. With one
hand, he adjusted the vibrator, increasing the intensity, while his other hand slipped beneath the crotch rope,
his fingers finding her wetness.
Anagha's body arched off the bed, her hips bucking wildly as his fingers delved deep within her, stroking her in
rhythm with the vibrator. Her muffled cries filled the room, a symphony of restrained pleasure. Raj's own breath
grew ragged as he witnessed her raw, uninhibited response.
Just as Anagha's body tensed, ready to shatter into a million pieces, Raj withdrew his touch, leaving her on the
precipice, teetering between agony and ecstasy. He wanted to push her further, to explore the depths of her
desire and his own newfound power.
"Not yet, Anagha," he whispered, his voice hoarse with desire. "Not until you've truly earned it."
The story continues, leaving Raj and Anagha entangled in a web of desire, power, and unspoken promises, their
encounter far from over.