Sensual, revealing of her milky-soft-sexy body, the scant blouse accentuating the firm swell of her full breasts, the trail of loose fabric floating about behind her – that’s how Professor Anita Scindia, the elegant and well-spoken South Asian cultural studies scholar, always wore her saree to class. It was hardly a regular sight in this part of the United States, but it was part of the professor’s cultural identity as a commonplace, everyday attire. And she carried it off gracefully even as she glided around the classroom, seamlessly travelling with her enraptured students into the depths of complicated cultural discourses delivered in her velvety-smooth, authoritative voice.

Sure, there were admiring glances every so often from mostly male but also some female students that the professor was aware of, but there had never been any untoward behavior from any students to worry her. So when the email came through to her from an anonymous account, she had no idea who it could be from. She was home chatting with her husband across the room when she opened it on her laptop.

There was no text. Only an emoji of a rose with an attached image. Anita opened the image and gasped despite herself.

“You alright, there?” Mr Scindia asked from the couch opposite her, taking off his shoes, freshly back from work.

“Huh? Oh yeah!” she managed.

“I was saying how Ellen from HR had invited us to attend her party this weekend…”

“Right… but I have that convention I mentioned, remember? Why don’t you go ahead, and give her my best regards,” Anita said absentmindedly while looking at the image of a printed photograph of her in a saree held in a young man’s hand, covered in thick white cum. If her heart had skipped a beat from the sight, she allowed no evidence of it to seep into her voice. She was good at that kind of thing.

“Right,” said her husband, getting up, “so you did.” Saying so, he planted a kiss on her forehead, and headed to the bathroom to freshen up. Having narrowly shielded the laptop screen from her husband, Anita sat motionless after he had left. She wondered not so much who had sent the photo, for it could be any one of her several students, who would have printed a photo from her social media, and given what she knew was known in rather crass terms as a ‘cum tribute’. Instead, she was more curious to investigate how she was feeling about it.

And the more she thought, the more her immediate shock, feeling of humiliation and raw anger, made way for something more mysterious and pleasing – a kind of new, wild excitement finding a home in the pores of her skin as she watched her figure bathed in fresh, teenage cum.

***

She never told anyone. She did not report it to the University. Nor did she feel the need to share the incident with her husband (just one of a number of things she was getting habituated to keeping from him). But in the following days leading closer to the weekend, more such photos started appearing in her inbox. In fact, as a ritual, it was one photo per night. The sender always chose a sexy photo of her from her social media, with her dressed in a revealing saree. Despite herself, Anita began to find it inextricably hot that even in her early forties, a young student would get so turned on by her saree-draped figure so as to cum profusely on her photos on a nightly basis.

Back in the classroom, during lecture, she would scan the room, wondering which of those faces secretly lusted for her and for her body. Carelessly she would flick the fabric of her saree, revealing more of her midriff and cleavage, while continuing to talk dead seriously about a sophisticated topic. She got more than a few lustful glances. There was no way to tell who in particular had sent her the pics, and who fantasized cumming for her while sitting there in the classroom.

On Friday night, the image she got in her inbox was different. It showed a slim and fit young man’s body cropped at the face, lying down on his bed. On his chest lay a photo of her in a pink saree, smiling at the camera. He was entirely in the nude, and scanning down, Anita saw his hand wrapped around his sizeable cock which had just erupted all over his naked, young body and her photograph.

That night, Anita took the laptop to the bathroom, and for the first time, took off her clothes and rubbed herself between her legs, staring at the image sent by her secret admirer. An intensely sweet and altogether exotic sensation pervaded her body as she stared at the glistening cum on the young man’s skin. The feeling rose and bubbled with sensual waves within her, the more she cajoled an orgasm out of her intensely aroused body. When it hit her, she felt it in waves, as she bit down on her fist to keep herself from screaming.

“Honey, you just about done in there?” her husband’s voice came from outside the door.

“Mhmm,” panted the professor, still recovering, and continuing to mutter under her breath, “I’m done. I’ve been done over…”

***

Alex yawned sitting in the driver’s seat. Just another fare for the night, and then he could go home, and intoxicate himself to one of Professor Scindia’s hot photos showing off her gorgeous body. It had been six months that he had been driving Uber on the weekends to help fund his college education. It was not that he did not have female friends and opportunities for romance and sex with the girls in the campus. He did. But he just could not shake off the intoxicating, sensual allure of the older woman who taught them South Asian Cultural Studies.

He was just about to abandon hope for a final fare and call it a night, when he heard an urgent knock on the rear window of the car. Before he could say anything, a couple had opened the door and rushed into the backseat.

“The Hilton.” The man barely looked at him as he all but commanded their destination to Alex. Alex was just about to mention that he only worked with Uber bookings, when he caught sight of the woman with him in the rearview mirror. It was Professor Anita Scindia. Alex had seen the Professor with her Indian husband once, outside college gates, and knew instantly now that her male counterpart in the backseat was not him. This was a Mediterranean-looking gentleman with a thick Italian or Greek accent, a sharply trimmed, neat black beard, lush black hair, a strong jawline and a handsome European face.

Alex slid down his seat immediately as if instinctively trying to shield himself from the professor. But she was in no state to give him any attention, having amorously given herself to the arms of the suited gentleman. Their lips locked in a passionate kiss, and Alex turned the car on and started to drive.

Throughout the cab ride, the couple in the backseat were so smitten with each other that they paid no notice to their sheepish young driver, who drove them quietly to the the 5-star hotel. As the car drew close to the hotel gates, Alex stole a glance at the rearview mirror to find the suited man’s hand caressing generously across the professor’s bare midriff, and the swell of her breasts underneath her Indian blouse. Anita Scindia’s lips were parted, her eyes shut, as a look of bliss serenaded her gorgeous face. To Alex, it looked in equal measure obscene and exceptionally hot. Sure, he had jerked off to photos of his teacher multiple times. But he had never seen her like this, being caressed by a man, openly, shamelessly given to sensual pleasure in public.

“How much is it?” the man’s voice asked as the car entered through the gate. Alex said some generic amount, sliding lower on his seat and looking away.

“Here,” said the man, handing him some bills. “Keep the change.”

The professor never noticed him as she was all but frisked off by the Mediterranean man out the car door and into the hotel lobby.

For the next two hours, Alex stayed parked at the side of the kerb outside the hotel, contemplating what had just happened. With the possibility of seeing the professor again, he was in no mood to go home just yet. He freshened up and got take-away dinner to his car from a diner nearby, as he waited. And eventually, sure enough, there she was, walking towards the cab at around midnight. She was no longer accompanied by her partner from earlier. She seemed the slightest bit tipsy and presented a rather cinematic sight of a saree-draped elegant feminine figure, walking by herself down the pavement, silhouetted by the hotel lights behind her.

“Aren’t you the cabbie who drove us here?” Anita asked through the passenger-side window from afar, squinting her eyes to get a good view of the driver’s face.

“Oh!” Alex exclaimed despite himself. While he had hoped to meet Professor Scindia, he had not in the least planned for it. “Yeah, I guess I am. Do you need a ride?”

“Oh god, you’re a lifesaver,” said the professor as she opened the rear door and languidly made her way inside.

It was all of ten minutes that Alex drove her in silence in the direction of her home, before she spoke. She seemed to be immersed in thought, possibly regarding whatever had transpired in the two hours since he had last seen her entwined with the fine gentleman. Eventually, realising something, she said to him, “Say, were you waiting for a fare the whole time I was inside?”

“Uhm… yeah, I suppose I was,” said Alex with anything but conviction.

Something in his voice seemed to make Anita Scindia lean forward in her seat.

“Oh god!” she exclaimed, finally catching sight of her driver’s face. “Alex? What… what is…?”

Alex blushed severely, even as the professor sat stunned at a loss for words.

“I… I drive cabs on the weekends, professor,” said Alex, not knowing what else he could do. “I’m sorry… I…”

Anita did not know what Alex was apologising for, but her mind immediately focused on the fact that one of her students had seen her with another man in a state no student should see their teacher with her husband, let alone with a man outside of her marriage. At the same time, a curious thought occurred to her.

“Alex, have you been following me?” she asked cautiously.

“What? No ma'am, I swear I was just waiting for my final fare for the night when you randomly came into the cab earlier!”

“Alex, be truthful.” The professor had suddenly gathered her commanding persona, her velvet-smooth voice uttering the words with a sensual lilt under the influence of alcohol. “You are the one who sends me… the photographs. Aren’t you?”

“Well… I…”

“You like to watch me and to pleasure yourself to my pics, don’t you?”

“Fuck!” Alex turned the steering, driving the car near a promenade on the hilltop they were passing through. He hit the brakes and stopped the car abruptly.

“Yes," he said, not daring to look into the rear view mirror, “ I did send you the photos, but I never followed you ma'am, honest. It was just an accident you happened to sit in my cab today.”

“Alex?”

“Yes, ma'am?”

“Come to the backseat. This is no way to have this conversation.”

His heart fluttering in his chest with dread and excitement, Alex exited the car and then slipped into the back seat beside her.

Anita was still processing what had happened. Alex was the best student in her class. His nerdy, but somewhat cute face had always seemed focused on every word she uttered in class. He was one of the few who could truly internalize the complexity of the lessons, and prove it in test answers with a surprisingly good command over academic language, and contextual nuance. She had thought her secret admirer to be one of the back benchers, who were too stupid, or probably too busy staring at her waist and her figure, to have a chance of understanding the complexity of her lessons.

Alex would have been the last one she would have suspected of sending her cum tributes on her photographs. Well, what do you know! she thought. Isn’t it always the shy, quiet ones!

Presently, she turned to him, and found him blushing ferociously.

“Alex, please relax.” Her words fell like soft velvet.

“Yeah, sure,” uttered Alex half-nervously.

“Alex, I like you. You’re a very good student. I just didn’t think…”

“Yeah, I know,” said the young man almost sadly. “I’m sorry.”

“No, it’s okay… I mean it’s really not! But…” Anita found herself fumbling for the right thing to say. “I really minded at first. But later… it was… interesting.”

“I don’t know what to say, ma'am. I’m sorry, I didn’t mean any disrespect.”

The shy, young student sounded genuine enough to Anita. In fact, he sounded somewhat miserable. It was clear that he greatly admired her. Maybe even that was the cause for his sexual infatuation in the first place.

“Relax Alex,” Anita found herself saying reassuringly to her student, “I’m not mad. I was initially. But now I’m not anymore. Okay?”

“You’re not?”

“You like me, don’t you, Alex?”

“I mean, I really respect you, ma'am.”

“Cut out the bullshit Alex. I mean, you like me, sexually, don’t you? For goodness sake, you came so much on my photo, oh my god!”

Anita thought about college-age hormones that must be raging through this young man as she said this.

“Um… yes, I do. If I’m being honest, I find you… really beautiful.”

“So much so that it turns you on?”

“Yes, ma'am.”

“And I make you want to cum?”

Alex looked fully red, but shyness had given way to a whole new expression of sharp, uncontrolled desire.

“Oh yes,” he said with a heavy breath.

“Alex,” continued Anita, “you saw something tonight that I really wish you hadn’t.”

“Oh right, just forget…”

“Alex, listen… I don’t want anyone to find out, you do understand, right?”

“Yes.”

“So, if I let you cum for me, right here, right now, will you promise to keep this entire night a secret? Forever?”

“Oh! Professor!”

“Alex?”

Alex would have kept everything secret if only she had told him once. But he just about managed to gather his wits about himself, and said to her, “Whatever you say, ma'am.”

Just hearing him say that sent a rush of erotic excitement through Anita. What was she doing! Hadn’t she had enough debauchery for the night? Hadn’t she moaned and whimpered and cum repeatedly, held naked in her partner’s arms less than half an hour back? But the feeling of sitting beside this nervous, kind of cute young man who clearly worshipped her was very different and arousing in a whole new way compared to being with her older partner earlier in the night. She craved her student’s infatuation so badly that she searched for an excuse to give the young man just what he wanted and to jerk off his thick cock over her body.

It was past midnight in a university town. There was hardly much chance of anyone passing by them near the cliff edge.

“Here, take off your shirt.” Anita helped him out of his t-shirt. He was lean and fit, and visibly horny for her. Her hand caressed across his taut body, and she could feel him shudder in her arms. His hands alighted gently upon the curvature of her waist. He scratched softly, longingly across her delicate skin, his eyes locked into hers.

“When you cum for me at home, what do you think about?” asked Anita all but in a whisper. “Do you imagine fucking me?”

“I imagine watching someone take you. Caress your sexy body, slowly take the clothes off you, and then fuck you for a long time, making sure to give you lots of orgasms.”

“Oh gosh! That’s… that’s kind of hot, Alex, I have to admit.”

“Oh! Is it?”

“Mhmm… here, let me see how you feel about the real-life me, not my photograph,” she said, as she opened a button on his trousers and slipped her hand inside.

“Oh god!” Alex shuddered from feeling the professor’s hand on his hardening cock. Within moments she had freed him of his trousers and underwear, and had him completely naked in front of her. The train of her saree had fallen down her smooth shoulder, revealing more of her chest and cleavage. Her mascara was the slightest bit smudged, and her face and hair still had this ‘freshly fucked’ look that made her seem intensely desirable.

Alex was instantly as hard as he ever remembered being. Anita Scindia’s hands deftly stroked his cock in a slow rhythm while she spoke.

“Do you want to know about what happened to me in the hotel room?”

“Uh-huh.”

“Well, we took off our clothes, and I brushed my entire body against his hairy body as he held me naked. It felt so good to be wanted.”

“Mhmm.”

Anita could feel his cock harden further from listening to her. Encouraged, she continued, “You know, he grabbed my body so firmly and shoved his thick cock inside of me, like he knew just what I needed.”

“Oh god!”

“He’s strong, Alex, and he held my body tight on the bed, squeezed my boob, and fucked me hard!”

“Did you like it?” panted Alex, staring at Professor Scindia’s face and her scantily clad, hot heaving body.

“Oh my god, Alex, it felt so good. To be treated like that, to have my limits pushed. He fucked me deep, and he fucked me really, really hard! And I took it obediently, just like a good girl! I’ve never moaned uncontrollably so much before… especially when he smacked my boobs and my stomach, with his fat cock buried deep inside my pussy. Here, you can still see the mark.” Anita traced a line along her exposed midriff, showing off a hot red streak caused by an angry slap.

She could feel Alex getting close now.

“Did… did you cum, ma'am?”

“God yes, Alex! I...