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Title: “Hard Lessons, Hot Desires: A Taboo Trainer and His Late-Night Student”

The fluorescent lights of the empty classroom flickered, casting long shadows across the cold, hard floors. It was late, far past the time when respectable students and teachers should be mingling. But for replicate for Professor Dev, the sultry evening was just beginning.

Professor Dev was not a conventional man. A middle-aged scholar, he carried himself with a quiet confidence, his barrel chest held high, his broad, strong hands always clasped behind his back. Respect from his colleagues at university was titles and degrees earned, but the desire of his female students was a constant battle – one he fought with poise, but not without noticing the lingering glances and whispered fantasies.

Especially from Jamuna. The young co-ed was a bright spark in Dev’s mundane world – an intellect just as fiery as her spirit. With long, dark hair framing her delicate face and hips that swayed with each step, Jamuna possessed an allure that was impossible to ignore. Dev tried his best to remain professional, but late at night, alone with his thoughts, her laughter echoed in his mind like a sinful song.

That night, Jamuna had stayed late after class, citing the need for more one-on-one instruction. Dev played along, of course – what was a gentleman to do? He offered her a seat at his desk and leaned against the chalkboard, crossing his arms over his chest.

“Professor, I just don’t grasp the concept,” Jamuna sighed, her voice a sensual whimper that seemed to shudder through the air. “I need you to show me what I’m doing wrong.”

Dev cleared his throat, trying to maintain his composure. “Of course. Let’s take a look at your notes.”

As he leaned over Jamuna’s shoulder, her fruity shampoo wafted up to assault his nose. Just inches away from her ear, he began to mumble over the page, his breath hot against the shell of her lobe. “Here, you need to simplify your thinking…” he paused for a moment, as if to gather his thoughts. “To focus on what’s important.”

Jamuna turned towards him ever so slowly, her lips barely grazing his jawline. “I think I get it now, Professor.” Her voice was a silken purr. “But I need you to guide me through… step by step.”

Dev knew he should stop this madness – turn the lights back up and call an end to this charade. But the heat of Jamuna’s proximity was too much to bear, like a fever burning through hisMissionaries blood. He leaned in closer, his large hands cupping her face as their lips connected in a searing kiss, all tongues and teeth and unspoken desires.

The polyester of his pants grew tighter as he felt the heat of Jamuna begin to radiate through his bulge. She looked up at him with hooded eyes, chewing her plump bottom lip. “Professor Dev…” she whispered. “Show me…”

He needed no further urging. With a low growl, he swept the books off his desk and lifted Jamuna onto the polished wood, pushing her skirt up around her hips. She was wearing thigh-high stockings and a lacy thong – a ensemble designed for seduction. He found the crotch of her panties, already soaked through, and pressed his thumb against her clit, rubbing fast and hard.

Jamuna writhed beneath him, moaning like a whore in heat. She reached for his belt and tore it off, fumbling with his zipper. “I need your big cock, Professor,” she mewled. “I want you to fill me up.”

Dev chuckled darkly as he freed his enormous erection, the head already leaking with pre-cum. He stroked it a few times, teasing the tip against Jamuna’s puffy lips before shoving it deep inside her. She cried out, the sound echoing through the silent classroom. With each thrust, she bounced and squealed on his desk, her pert breasts jiggling as they fucked like animals in rut.

Lost in the haze of passion, Dev barely noticed the door creaking open. Until he heard a surprised gasp.

“Professor Dev!” cried out a female voice. It was his other student, Piya, staring at the two of them with wide eyes. She had stayed late too – had she been hoping for the same private lessons? Blood rushing from his cock to his face, Dev panicked for a moment – until Piya giggled.

“Go on, don’t mind me!” She shut the door, but not before peeling her shirt up over her head, revealing bare tits. “I just want to watch…”

Jamuna and Dev exchanged a wicked grin. With Piya eagerly stroking her pussy in the corner, he flipped them around, lifting Jamuna’s legs up around his waist as he fucked her hard against the wall. Bruising kisses scorched her neck as he pounded into her, his heavy sack slapping against her ass. “You like this, don’t you?” He growled. “Being bad with your teacher?”

“Fuck, yes!” Jamuna cried, voice raw with pleasure. “I’m your naughty student! Use me!”

“Good girl,” he praised, reaching down to twist a nipple, pushing her towards that edge. “Cum all over my big cock, like the dirty slut you are.”

With a scream, she did, eyes rolling back and cunt clamping down around him as she shook and spasmed in ecstasy. Dev followed soon after, pumping her full of his thick seed, marking her as his. They collapsed against each other in satisfaction – the professor and his very enthusiastic pupil.

It was a dirty lesson, to be sure. One that would leave all of them with a thirst only forbidden knowledge could quench. And as Piya crept from her perch, reeking of arousal, Dev knew their work had only just begun…