Hot professor Ms. Chowla and stimulating sex

It all started with a chance encounter in the bustling city of Bangalore. My name is Anu, and I have got a decent gig at one of those big companies that everyone has heard of. You know, the kind with offices that look like spaceships and coffee that tastes like it was brewed by robots.

But, that day was different. I bumped into Ms. Chowla, my old college professor, while I was rushing to grab some lunch. She looked just as good as she did back in the day, maybe even better. Her hair still fell in those perfect waves, and her eyes had that sparkle that could make anyone feel like the most important person in the room. We talked about life, work, and the good ol’ college days, but I was so flustered that I forgot to ask for her number. Classic Anu move.

Fast forward a few days, and I’m sitting in my apartment, scrolling through my phone, when it hits me like a ton of bricks. I’ve got the hots for Ms. Chowla. She’s all I can think about. Her curves, her smile, the way she’d lean over the desk to explain something. So, I decide to do what any self-respecting guy in my situation would do. I jump on the internet and search for her on social media. But she’s nowhere to be found. Not even a trace of those killer looks on Facebook or Insta. I’m starting to think she’s a ghost from my past, teasing me from the shadows of my mind.

But then, I remember this website a buddy told me about. It’s got all sorts of live video feeds of hotties from all over India ready to get down and dirty! So, I figure, why not give it a shot? Maybe I’ll find someone who looks like her.

I immediately fire up my laptop and create an account along with add credits via my debit card and bam…I’m logged in! The screen’s filled with thumbnails of beautiful women, each one promising a wild ride. But I’m not looking for just any woman. I want someone with her eyes, her smile, that something special she had. So, I start scrolling, looking for my Ms. Chowla lookalike.

I click on a profile that catches my eye. Her name is Natasha, a sexy 24-year-old. A gorgeous woman with a body to die for. Her boobs are like two ripe melons, begging to be squeezed, and her ass is so big and round it looks like it could swallow me whole. She’s got these nipples that are just the right size, not too big, not too small, and they’re as dark as the night sky. And her pussy? It’s like a sweet little peach waiting to be tasted. I’m getting all excited just looking at her, and she hasn’t even started the show yet.

We start a video chat, and Natasha smiles at me, all coy and shy. She asks what I’m into, and I tell her about Ms. Chowla. She laughs, showing off a set of teeth so white and straight, they could be on a toothpaste commercial. But she gets it. She says she can play along, be my college fantasy for the night. And so, we begin. She starts by taking off her top, and those melons bounce out like they’re eager to say hello. Her fingers dance over her nipples, making them stand up like little soldiers. She’s got this way of looking into the camera that makes me feel like I’m the only one in the room with her.

“Do you like what you see, Anu?” Natasha asks, her voice as sweet as honey. I’m nodding like a bobblehead, my hand already in my pants. I’ve got a decent-sized dick, not too long, but thick and veiny. And right now, it’s standing at full attention, begging to be a part of the action. She notices and winks. “Why don’t you take it out and show me?” I don’t need to be told twice. I pull it out and start stroking it, watching her every move.

The camera’s got a good view of Natasha, and I can see every inch of her body. She’s got this tattoo on her lower back, a delicate little butterfly, that matches the piercing in her belly button. She starts moving her hips, grinding down on the chair she’s sitting on, and I can see the outline of her clit peeking out of her shaved pussy. She’s got this tight little ass hole that looks like it could take a pounding, but tonight, she’s keeping it hidden.

“You like watching me, don’t you?” Natasha says, her voice all sultry and low. “I can tell you’re enjoying the show.” And she’s right. I’m practically drooling. She reaches down and spreads her pussy lips apart, showing me the pinkness inside. It’s wet, and I can see her clit swollen with desire. “Wish you could taste me, don’t you?” she says, licking her lips. And I do. I want to bury my face between those thighs and lick her until she screams my name.

But for now, it’s just the two of us and the camera. Natasha takes out a dildo, a big one that’s almost as thick as my cock, and starts teasing herself with it. Slowly, she pushes it inside, letting out a soft moan that sends shivers down my spine. She’s got this rhythm going, in and out, in and out, and I can’t help but match her strokes with my hand on my dick. We’re in sync, this stranger and I, our breathing heavy and our eyes locked on each other’s screens.

“Oh, Anu,” Natasha whispers, her voice like silk, “You’re making me so wet.” And I can see it, the way her juices are glistening on the plastic toy, the way she’s biting her lip to keep from screaming out loud. Her boobs are bouncing with every thrust, and it’s all I can do to keep from blowing my load right there. But I want this to last. I want to savor every second of her pretending to be Ms. Chowla for me.

“Tell me what you want,” Natasha says, her eyes locked on my hand moving up and down my shaft. “I’ll do it.” And so I do. I tell her to play with her tits, to pinch her nipples until they’re as hard as diamonds. She does, her eyes never leaving mine, and the sight of her doing exactly what I say sends a bolt of electricity straight to my balls. She’s so good at this, so much better than any porn star I’ve ever seen. It’s like she’s reading my mind.

Natasha’s hand moves to her pussy, and she starts rubbing herself, making those delicious little sounds that make me want to dive through the screen and bury my face between her legs. “Harder,” I tell her, and she does. Her hand’s a blur, and she’s moaning louder now. “Oh, Ms. Chowla,” I say, forgetting myself for a moment, and she just smiles, playing along. She’s got this tight, pink pussy that’s glistening with wetness, and she’s fingering herself like she’s trying to reach the moon.

“Do you want to see me cum for you, Anu?” Natasha asks, her voice all breathy and sweet. And hell yes, I do. She starts playing with her clit, rubbing it in tight little circles, her hips bucking against her hand. “Tell me what you want,” she purrs. “Tell me what you want me to do.”

“I want you to play with that big, round ass,” I say, my voice gruff with desire. And Natasha does. She stands up, turning around so I can see everything, and she bends over, giving me a view that could make a saint sin. She’s got the kind of ass that makes you want to write sonnets, so smooth and firm it looks like it’s made of marble. She spreads her cheeks apart, and there it is, her tight little asshole, winking at me like it’s got a secret.

“You like that, don’t you?” Natasha says, her voice all sassy. “You want to put that big dick of yours in there?” And, oh boy, do I ever. But that’s a fantasy for another night. For now, I’m content watching her show me what she can do. She takes the dildo and slides it into her ass, her cheeks stretching around it, and I can see the effort it takes her to push it in. She’s so tight, so perfect.

“Mm, that’s good,” Natasha moans, her hand working the toy in and out. “But I need more.” And she does. She grabs a bigger one, this one’s thick as a soda can, and she takes her time with it. She’s teasing herself, letting me watch as she prepares for the main event. Her tits are bouncing like they’re on a trampoline, and I can see her nipples are as hard as rocks. She’s really getting into it now, her breath coming in gasps, her eyes half-closed in pleasure.

“Tell me if you want me to go faster,” Natasha says, her voice all sultry and slow. “Or if you want me to slow down.” And I do, I tell her to go faster, watching as she takes that giant dildo and shoves it into her ass. She’s moaning louder now, her hand moving like it’s got a life of its own. I can see the sweat glistening on her skin, making her look like a goddess.

Natasha’s pussy is still wet, and she’s playing with it too, using her free hand to rub her clit. It’s like watching a master at work. She’s got this whole routine down, and she’s putting on a show that’s better than any porn I’ve ever seen. Her boobs are bouncing, her ass is waving in the air like a flag of surrender, and she’s looking at me like she’s daring me to come. And I’m close, oh so close.

“Ms. Chowla,” I say, my voice thick with lust, “I’m gonna cum.” And Natasha just smiles, her eyes never leaving mine. She speeds up, her hand a blur as she works the toy in her ass. “Do it, Anu,” she says, her voice urging me on. “Cum for me.” And with that, I let go.

My hand’s a blur on my dick, and the feeling is like nothing I’ve ever felt before. It’s like I’m exploding, my whole body tightening up as ropes of cum shoot out of me. Natasha’s still going, her ass bouncing up and down on that dildo, her pussy gushing like a waterfall. And then she does it, her body shaking with the force of her orgasm. She cries out, her hand still working her clit, and I can see the pleasure written all over her face.

“Ms. Chowla,” I gasp, my voice barely a whisper, “you’re so beautiful.” And she is. Natasha’s face is flushed, her hair’s a mess, and she’s got this look in her eye that says she’s just as into this as I am. We’re both breathing heavy, both of us lost in the moment, our bodies still pulsing with the aftershocks of what just happened.

“Thank you, Anu,” Natasha says, her voice all soft and sweet. “You’re not so bad yourself.” And she’s right. I’ve never felt so alive, so turned on, so…free. It’s like all my inhibitions have been blown away by her performance.

We sit there for a moment, both of us trying to catch our breath, our screens a silent testament to what just happened. “So, what now?” Natasha asks, her voice still a little shaky from her climax.

“I’ll be in touch,” I tell her, my voice sounding a bit hoarse. “You’ve got the moves, Natasha.”

“Glad you enjoyed,” Natasha says, a cheeky grin spreading across her face. She’s still panting slightly, her chest heaving with every breath. “You sure know how to make a girl feel good.”

“Trust me, Natasha,” I reply, still trying to catch my breath, “You’re the one who’s got the magic touch.” And she does. That ass, that pussy, those tits… she’s got the whole package and she knows just how to use it.

“Get some rest, stud,” Natasha giggles, her cheeks flushed with pleasure. “You’re going to need it for next time.” And with that, she winks out of the chat, leaving me sitting in the glow of my laptop screen with a sticky mess on my hand and a grin on my face.

As I clean up, I can’t help but think about what just happened. It’s like I’ve tapped into this whole new world, and Natasha is the queen of it. I’ve never felt so alive, so…satisfied. And the best part? I can have her anytime I want. Well, for a price, but hey, a guy’s gotta do what a guy’s gotta do.

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