Meera Kapoor's descent into forbidden obsession deepened like the Mumbai monsoon—soaking, relentless, impossible to escape. The weekend after Rohan defiled her marital bed, Vikram returned from his conference none the wiser, his cold kisses brushing her cheek as he complained about colleagues, oblivious to the thick ropes of student cum that had soaked their sheets only hours before. Meera smiled mechanically, her body still humming with aftershocks: her pussy tender and swollen, inner walls fluttering at random moments with the memory of Rohan's savage thrusts, his hot seed leaking slowly from her for days despite frantic douches. She changed the bedsheets twice, the fabric stiff with dried juices, the room reeking of sex no amount of open windows and agarbatti could fully mask.
Nights were the worst. Alone while Vikram snored, Meera's fingers drifted between her thick thighs, circling her engorged clit as she replayed every filthy detail—the obscene squelch of her gushing cunt around his veiny shaft, his growled commands calling her a "married slut," the scalding flood of his cum breeding her depths. She'd edge herself for hours, biting her pillow to muffle slutty whimpers, only climaxing when imagining him pinning her down again, choking her breath as he filled her womb. Shame burned hotter each time, but so did the craving; her massive tits heaved with ragged breaths, nipples stiffening painfully as fresh nectar soaked her nightie.
Monday brought Rohan's text during her free period: "Empty biology lab. Now. Wear that red blouse—the tight one. No bra." Meera's heart thundered, thighs clenching under her desk as arousal flooded her instantly, soaking her panties in seconds. She obeyed, changing in the staff bathroom—the red blouse straining against her heavy breasts, dark nipples poking visibly through the thin cotton, rubbing sensitively with every movement and sending sparks straight to her throbbing clit.
The biology lab was abandoned after hours, the air cool and sterile with the faint tang of formaldehyde from preserved specimens, dissected frogs in jars watching silently from shelves. Dim fluorescent lights buzzed overhead, casting stark shadows over lab tables scarred with years of experiments. Rohan waited leaning against one, his uniform tie loose, shirt sleeves rolled up to reveal toned forearms, a predatory smirk on his sharp features as he locked the door behind her with a deliberate click.
"You look like a proper whore today, teacher," he purred, voice low and commanding, eyes raking over her heaving bosom, the outline of her stiff nipples making his cock twitch visibly in his pants. "Missing my cock stretching that cheating pussy?"
Meera flushed crimson, backing against a table, but her body betrayed her—pussy lips swelling and leaking profusely, nectar trailing down her inner thighs under the saree. "This... this has to stop," she whispered weakly, but her voice cracked with need.
Rohan closed the distance slowly, heightening the tension—his fingers tracing her arm lightly, raising goosebumps on her golden skin before gripping her wrist firmly, pulling her closer. The heat radiating from his body overwhelmed her senses, his cologne mixing with raw male musk as he pressed against her, his hard bulge grinding teasingly against her mound. "Liar. You're dripping for it. Beg me to bind you, slut—beg like the good married pet you are."
Tears pricked her eyes, but the words tumbled out in a breathless rush: "Please... bind me. Use me."
His smirk turned possessive, yandere darkness gleaming in his eyes as he yanked his school tie free, looping it around her wrists with expert knots—binding them behind her back, arching her chest and thrusting her massive tits forward obscenely. The silk restraint bit gently into her skin, heightening every sensation as he pushed her to kneel on the cold tile floor, knees scraping slightly. "Good girl," he praised huskily, mixed with degradation: "Such an obedient cheating whore for your student's cock."
He unzipped slowly, his thick, veiny shaft springing free—inches from her face, swollen head leaking shiny precum that dripped in a slow string, the musky scent hitting her like a drug. Meera's mouth watered traitorously as he gripped her hair, guiding her full lips to his length. "Suck, teacher. Worship it like you dream about."
She obeyed eagerly now, tongue swirling around the ridge, tasting salty precum as she took him deep—warm, velvety heat filling her mouth, cheeks hollowing with lewd slurps that echoed in the sterile room. Rohan groaned low, thrusting shallowly to fuck her face, hair-pulling firm as he deepthroated her, her gags wet and obscene, thick saliva dripping down her chin onto her exposed cleavage, soaking the red blouse translucent over her bouncing tits.
"Fuck, your mouth is made for this," he growled, pulling out with a pop to slap his slick cock against her cheeks, smearing spit and precum. Then he yanked her up, bending her over the lab table—cold metal pressing her bound breasts, nipples dragging painfully-pleasurably as he hiked her saree up slowly, teasing her dripping pink cunt with feather-light fingers along her swollen folds.
He spanked her big, round ass hard—sharp cracks echoing, skin blooming red as she yelped, pussy clenching and squirting a small gush onto the floor. "Count them, slut. Punish yourself for cheating." Ten firm spanks followed, each making her ass ripple and jiggle, heat blooming as she whimpered numbers, nectar flooding down her thighs in rivers.
Only then did he choke her lightly from behind—hand wrapping her throat possessively, squeezing just enough to make her gasp, vision spotting as he rubbed his cockhead along her sopping slit. "Whose pussy is this now?" he demanded, voice obsessive.
"Yours... ahh please fuck me!" Meera begged brokenly.
Rohan slammed in bare—brutal, full-length thrust burying balls-deep, stretching her tight walls obscenely as her bound body jolted forward. He pounded with stamina, rough and relentless—hair-pulling to arch her back, choking rhythmically as wet slaps filled the lab, his heavy balls smacking her throbbing clit with every drive, frothy juices splattering the table.
"Take it, good girl—your married cunt milks me so greedily," he praised/degraded, reaching around to pinch her clit hard, forcing multiple orgasms: first a shuddering wave that squirted hot jets backward; then overstimulation as he didn't stop, pounding through her spasms until she screamed muffled into the table, body convulsing in endless climaxes, tears streaming as pleasure bordered pain.
"Breed you... fill this cheating womb until you're swollen with my seed—better than that cold husband," he growled yandere-possessively, thrusts erratic.
They shattered together—her pussy spasming violently in final, milking waves, squirting floods soaking his balls; his cock pulsing thick, scalding ropes deep into her depths, breeding her with potent loads until cum overflowed in creamy globs, leaking down her reddened ass and thighs.
He untied her slowly, body worship lingering—kissing her bruised wrists, sucking her nipples tenderly as aftershocks trembled through her. Meera collapsed against him, leaking and glowing, the lab reeking of their sin.
"This isn't over," Rohan whispered obsessively, hand on her belly. "You're mine now, teacher. Leave him... or I'll make you."
She dressed shakily, cum trailing down her legs, the addiction fully rooted—no resistance left, only craving for the next "lesson." The netori claim was complete; Meera was his, body and soul.