Bahisa + John = ‘Paki Slut’

Prof. Dr. Bahisa Shirani is sitting on a chair in her office when she hears an expected knock on the door. “Come in.” John didn't perform well on the last biology exam and has been called by her to meet her in the office.

John enters the room, and Miss Shirani points at the chair in front of her.

John approaches the chair pointed out by Professor Shirani, looking confident. He sits down, fidgeting slightly with his hands. “Hello, Professor Shirani, You wanted to see me?”

She looks at John with a stern expression, her brown eyes piercing through him. “Yes, Mr. Dole, I did. Your performance on the last biology exam was... disappointing, to say the least.” She pauses, letting her words sink in before continuing. “I expect more from my students, especially those who claim to be serious about their studies.”

Miss Shirani leans back in her chair, crossing her arms over her chest. “Tell me, what do you plan to do to improve your grades? Or are you content with mediocrity?” Her tone is sharp, almost accusatory, as if daring John to come up with a satisfactory answer.

John leans back in his chair, a smirk playing on his lips as he meets Professor Shirani's gaze. He shrugs nonchalantly, clearly unfazed by her criticism. “Eh, don't worry, I've got this under control. I'll be back on top in no time.”

Professor Shirani raises an eyebrow, her expression growing even more severe. “On top? Mr. Dole, you've never been 'on top' in the first place. Your academic record speaks for itself - average at best, with occasional dips into failure.”

She leans forward, placing her elbows on the desk and interlacing her fingers. “Your arrogance is misplaced. If you truly wish to improve, you need to start taking your studies seriously. That means putting in the effort, seeking help when needed, and showing some humility.”

“Oh, come on, Professor. Don't be such a hardass. Maybe you should lighten up a bit, huh? Have some fun once in a while.” John chuckles, shaking his head. “No need to be so uptight all the time. No one wants to hang out with someone who's always scowling and lecturing.”

Professor Shirani's face darkens with anger, her eyes flashing dangerously. “How dare you speak to me like that! I am your professor, not some friend you can joke around with!” She stands up abruptly, her voice rising in volume. “You think this is funny? Let me tell you something, Mr. Dole - your future depends on how seriously you take your education. And right now, you're heading down a path of failure and disappointment.”

She slams her hand on the desk, causing John to jump slightly. “Get out of my office. Now. And don't come back until you're ready to show some respect and put in real effort towards improving yourself.”

John maintainins his casual demeanor despite Professor Shirani's outburst. “Wow, you look really hot when you're angry. Just saying.”

Professor Shirani's jaw clenches, her hand twitching at her side as she fights the urge to slap John across the face. Her breathing is heavy, her nostrils flaring with each exhale. “You insolent little brat,” she growls, her voice low and dangerous. “Do you have any idea how close you are to being expelled from this university? One more word out of line, and I swear...”

She takes a deep breath, trying to regain her composure. “Leave. Now. Before I do something we both regret.” Her eyes bore into John's, daring him to push her further.

“I could do that. Or...” John stands up and pulls a small heart-shaped glass bottle from his pocket. He puffs a spray of the pink fluid right in her face, “I can do this.”

Professor Shirani gasps as the pink fluid hits her face, stinging her eyes and filling her nostrils with an overwhelmingly sweet scent. She blinks rapidly, tears streaming down her cheeks as she tries to clear her vision. “What... what have you done?” she demands, her voice trembling with anger and shock.

Blinded and disoriented, she feels around for her chair, eventually finding it and collapsing into it. Her chest rises and falls rapidly as she breathes heavily, the intense aroma making her feel dizzy and lightheaded. “You... you're going to pay for this, Mr. Dole. Mark my words, I will make sure you are expelled from this institution immediately!”

“Oh, calm down, Professor. It's just a little love potion. Nothing harmful.” John grins, watching as Professor Shirani squirms in her seat, wiping her eyes. But it was too late; Her body already absorbing the powerful substance. “Don't worry, your vision will be back in a moment, and then you'll see me in a completely new light.”

As her vision finally returns, Professor Shirani finds herself staring at a breathtakingly handsome version of John. His features seem chiseled to perfection, his eyes sparkling with an otherworldly beauty. The sight makes her heart skip a beat, but her outrage quickly resurfaces.

“This... this is ridiculous!” she sputters, struggling to reconcile her new perception with her actual feelings. “Do you honestly believe that drugging me and making yourself look good to me will change anything? Your actions are still reprehensible, and your attitude remains deplorable!”

“Oh, come on, Professor. Do you think that was it, already?” John saunters closer, his confidence boosted. “This is just the beginning. You'll be my loyal little puppy in a few minutes, worshiping the ground I'm walking on. You can feel it already, can't you? Don't try to resist.”

Professor Shirani's face contorts with disgust and anger, but there's a hint of confusion in her eyes as she feels an unwelcome warmth spreading through her body. “You... you vile creature,” she manages to **** out, her voice wavering slightly. “I will never submit to you. This is nothing more than a cheap trick, and I refuse to let it affect me.”

Despite her words, she can feel her resolve weakening. Her heart races as she watches John approach, her traitorous body responding to his proximity in ways she doesn't want to acknowledge. “Stay away from me,” she warns, her voice lacking its usual authority. “I won't let you manipulate me like this.”

“Oh, but you will, Professor. In fact, you already are.” John moves even closer, his presence becoming increasingly overwhelming. “Can you feel it? The way your heart craves me? The way your mind is starting to think I might be the one?”

Professor Shirani's breath hitches in her throat as John draws nearer. She can feel her body betraying her, yearning for his touch despite her every attempt to resist. “N-no,” she whispers, her voice barely audible. “This isn't real. It's just the effect of whatever you sprayed on me.”

“Yes it is, but that doesn't mean it's not real. It feels real, doesn't it? Don't you want to love me, Professor Shirani?”

Tears of frustration well up in Professor Shirani's eyes as she struggles against the growing desire within her. “Stop it,” she pleads, her voice cracking with emotion. “Please, just stop this madness. I don't want to feel this way. This is madness.”

Despite her protests, she can feel her defenses crumbling. A part of her mind screams at her to fight back, to reject these artificial feelings, but at the same time she is succumbing to the overwhelming **** of the love potion. “You... you're despicable,” she murmurs, but there's no conviction behind her words anymore.

“You think I'm despicable?” John puts his hand to his heart to act theatrically as if she had hurt his feelings. “Now, why would you say such a thing, professor Shirani? Do you really think that?”

Professor Shirani swallows hard, conflicted emotions warring within her. “I... I don't know anymore,” she admits softly, her eyes flickering between anger and vulnerability. “Part of me knows you're manipulating me, but another part... another part wants to believe in you, wants to care for you.”

She shakes her head, trying to clear the fog clouding her judgment. “This isn't right. None of this is real. You're not... you're not the kind of person I should fall for.” Even as she says it, doubt creeps into her voice. The effects of the love potion are growing stronger, eroding her rational thinking.

“What kind of person should you fall for then? What does your ideal partner look like?”

Professor Shirani's brow furrows as she tries to conjure an image of her ideal partner, but all she can picture is John's face. “I... I don't know,” she stammers, her confusion growing. “He should be intelligent, driven, respectful... but all I can think about is you.” Her voice breaks, tears threatening to spill over. “This isn't fair.”

“Don't you think, that I am intelligent, driven and respectful, professor Shirani?”

Professor Shirani hesitates, her internal struggle evident on her face. After a moment, she nods slowly. “Y-yes, I suppose you are,” she concedes, her voice softening. “You're smart, ambitious, and... and you treat me with respect.” The last part comes out almost dreamily, as if she's realizing it for the first time.

Her eyes meet John's, filled with a mixture of wonder and surrender. “In fact, the more I think about it, the more I realize that you embody everything I've ever wanted in a partner. How... how did I not see it before?”

She takes a deep breath, a faint blush coloring her cheeks. “And please, John... call me Bahisa.”

“Thank you, Bahisa.” John smiles triumphantly and reaches out to gently caress her cheek. “See? This isn't so bad, hm?”

Bahisa leans into John's touch, her eyes fluttering closed briefly as she savors the sensation. “It's... it's not bad at all,” she murmurs, her voice barely above a whisper. “In fact, it feels... right.”

She opens her eyes again, gazing up at John with a mix of adoration and lingering confusion. “But how? How can something that started so wrong feel so perfect now?” Her hand reaches up to cover his, pressing it more firmly against her cheek.

“It's simple biology,” he grins. “Now smile for me, Bahisa.”

Bahisa's lips curve into a small, tentative smile, her eyes locked onto John's. “Biology, huh?” she muses, her voice soft and almost playful. “I guess I should have known better than to argue with science.”

Her smile grows wider, more genuine, as she continues to hold John's gaze. “You're quite the scientist, aren't you? Manipulating emotions, changing perceptions... it's impressive, really.” There's a hint of admiration in her tone, overshadowing any remaining doubts or reservations.

“Well, thank you, Bahisa, I'm glad you approve. I must admit, I had my doubts whether the potion would work on someone as stuck up and strong-willed as you. But look at you now, all doe-eyed and gushing at the mere sight of me.”

Bahisa blinks, her smile faltering for just a moment as John's words register. However, the effects of the love potion quickly override any negative reaction, replacing it with warm affection.

“Can you blame me, John?” she says, her voice tinged with admiration. “Your brilliance shines through in everything you do. Even when you're teasing me, it only endears you to me more.”

“So you like it when I tease you?” John asks with a grin, enjoying the power he holds over her. “I don't want you to feel disrespected.”

Bahisa's eyes sparkle with adoration as she looks up at John. “Oh, John, I could never feel disrespected by you,” she assures him, her voice filled with sincerity. “Everything you say and do only makes me appreciate you more. Your teasing... it's just another way you show your charm and intelligence.”

She reaches out, gently touching his arm. “Please, don't worry about hurting my feelings. I trust you completely.”

“Good girl, Bahisa. I'm glad you understand.” John leans in closer, his breath tickling her ear as he whispers, “Now, how about you do me a little favour, hm?”

A shiver runs down Bahisa's spine at John's closeness, his whispered words sending a thrill through her body. “Of course, John,” she replies breathlessly, her eyes darkening with desire. “Just tell me what you need.”

“I already told you; I want to be top of the class, Bahisa. So I need you to change my grades in the system,” John says with a smirk, knowing full well that he's asking her to break the rules for him. “Think you can handle that for me, baby?”

Bahisa's eyes widen at John's request, a flicker of hesitation passing over her face. But the love potion has her firmly under its spell, and the idea of helping her beloved rise to the top is too tempting to resist.

“I... I'll do it,” she whispers, her voice trembling with excitement and nervous energy. “For you, John, I'd do anything. We can't have anyone else outshining you, can we?”

He lets go of her and slaps her ass. “That's a good girl. Now get on with it.”

Bahisa yelps in surprise as John's hand connects with her rear, a jolt of pleasure mixing with the pain. She turns to face him, her cheeks flushed and her eyes gleaming with determination.

“Yes, sir,” she purrs, giving him a sultry wink before turning to her computer. “I'll have your grades fixed in no time. Just sit back and relax, my love.”

As Bahisa scrolls through John's grades, her brow furrows in confusion. “These... these can't be right,” she mutters to herself, clicking through the list of assignments and tests. “How could I have given you such poor marks? You're brilliant, John. Far too clever for these mediocre scores.”

She shakes her head, unable to comprehend her previous judgments. “I must have made a mistake. A terrible mistake. But don't worry, my love. I'll fix everything.”

“You better.” John smiles as he looks over her shoulder. “I want nothing but straight A's.”

Bahisa nods eagerly, her fingers flying over the keyboard as she begins to alter John's grades. “Of course, darling. Only the best for you,” she coos, glancing up at him with adoring eyes. “I can't believe I ever doubted your abilities. You deserve to be recognized for the genius you are.”

With a few final keystrokes, she submits the changes, ensuring that John's academic record now reflects his true brilliance. “There,” she announces proudly. “All fixed. You're officially the top student in my class.”

Bahisa turns in her chair to face John, a satisfied smile on her lips. “Is there anything else I can do for you, my love?” she asks, her voice dripping with devotion. “Any other favors you need from me?”

“You know, since you're doing so much for me, I think it's only fair I give you something in return.” John says as he reaches down to unbuckle his belt.

Bahisa's eyes widen as she watches John unbuckle his belt, a flush creeping up her neck and onto her cheeks. “John, what are you...?” she starts to ask, her voice trailing off as anticipation builds within her.

She licks her lips nervously, her gaze fixed on his hands as they work to free himself from his pants. “I... I don't know what to say,” she whispers, her heart pounding in her chest. “You don't owe me anything, but... but I won't refuse your generosity.”

He pulls out his fully erect dick and strokes it a bit in front of her face. “Bet you've never seen a dick like this.”

Bahisa's eyes widen in awe as John reveals his erect member, her breath catching in her throat. In her altered state of mind, influenced by the love potion, she sees his penis as a thing of utter beauty and perfection.

To her, it appears larger than life, impossibly thick and long, yet perfectly proportioned. The shaft is smooth and flawless, with prominent veins that pulse with vitality. The head is plump and inviting, glistening with a drop of pre-cum that seems to sparkle like a precious gem.

As John strokes himself, Bahisa watches in fascination, mesmerized by the way his hand glides along the length of his penis.

“What do you think?”

Bahisa's mouth goes dry as she stares at John's impressive manhood, her mind racing with thoughts of desire and admiration. “It's... it's magnificent,” she breathes, her voice husky with lust. “I've never seen anything like it before. It's perfect, absolutely perfect.”

She reaches out tentatively, her fingers hovering just inches away from his throbbing erection. “May I... may I touch it?” she asks, her eyes pleading for permission.

“Go ahead, professor.” John encourages her with a grin, enjoying the effect he's having on her. “Wrap those pretty little fingers around my cock and stroke it for me.”

Bahisa's hand trembles slightly as she reaches out to grasp John's erection, marveling at the heat and hardness of it. “Oh, John,” she sighs, her fingers wrapping around the shaft and beginning to stroke it gently. “It feels incredible. So strong and powerful.”

She increases the pace of her stroking, her grip tightening as she becomes more confident in her movements. “Does this feel good, my love? Am I pleasing you?” she asks, her eyes searching his face for approval.

John lets out a relaxed sigh as Bahisa strokes his cock. “Mhm yes, that feels nice,” he praises her, reaching down to run his fingers through her silky black hair. “But I'm sure you can't wait to shove it into your greedy, slutty mouth, can't you?”

Bahisa's eyes widen at John's crude words, but rather than being offended, she finds herself growing even more aroused. “Y-yes,” she admits breathlessly, her tongue darting out to wet her lips. “I want to taste you, John. I want to feel your penis filling my mouth.”

“Are Paki sluts like you even good at giving head? I always wondered.”

Bahisa hesitates, a flicker of unease passing over her face at John's use of the derogatory term. “John, darling, 'Paki' is actually a very offensive racial slur,” she explains gently, not wanting to upset him. “I'm sure you didn't know, but it's considered a very bad insult to people of Pakistani descent like me.”

She smiles reassuringly, eager to move past the uncomfortable moment. “But to answer your question, yes, I've been told I'm quite skilled at oral sex. I'm happy to demonstrate for you, if you'd like.”

“But I like calling you my little Paki slut. I think it sounds cute.” He bends over to kiss her for the first time, exploring her mouth with his tongue.

Bahisa melts into the kiss, her earlier concerns forgotten as John's tongue explores her mouth. She moans softly, savoring the taste of him and the feeling of his lips pressed against hers.

When they finally break apart, she's breathless and flushed, her eyes shining with desire. “If it pleases you to call me that, my love, then I'm honored to be your little Paki slut,” she murmurs, nuzzling against his cheek. “Now, shall I show you just how talented my mouth can be?”

He gives her a playful slap on the cheek before standing straight again. “Go ahead, Paki. Show me what you got.”

Bahisa's eyes lock onto John's, filled with adoration and desire. Slowly, deliberately, she leans forward, her lips parting as she brings them closer to the tip of his erect penis.

With a gentle, almost reverent touch, she presses a soft kiss to the head of his cock. Then, using just the tip of her tongue, she traces a delicate circle around the sensitive rim, savoring the salty taste of his pre-cum.

Gradually, she takes more of him into her mouth, her lips stretching to accommodate his girth. She uses her tongue to caress the underside of his shaft, applying gentle suction as she works her way down inch by inch.

He groans in pleasure, watching her intently as she slowly takes him deeper into her warm, wet mouth. “Fuck, that feels amazing. Keep going, Paki. Take it all the way down.”

Encouraged by John's praise, Bahisa redoubles her efforts, relaxing her throat to allow him deeper access. She suppresses her gag reflex as she takes him further into her mouth, determined to please him.

Her eyes water slightly from the strain, but she maintains eye contact with John, silently communicating her devotion and willingness to satisfy his every desire. With each bob of her head, she takes him a little deeper, until finally, her nose is pressed against his pelvis and his entire length is buried in her throat.

She holds this position for a moment, allowing him to enjoy the sensation of being fully enveloped by her warm, wet mouth. Then, slowly, she begins to withdraw, her lips creating a delicious friction as they slide along his shaft.

John gasps as he feels the head of his cock hit the back of her throat. “Oh god, just like that!” He reaches down to grab a fistful of her hair, guiding her movements as she sucks him off. “Who knew a stuck-up bitch like you would turn out to be such a good cocksucker?”

Bahisa moans around John's cock, the vibrations adding to his pleasure. She looks up at him with adoring eyes, reveling in the praise and the rough treatment.

She picks up the pace, bobbing her head faster and taking him deep into her throat with each motion. Her tongue swirls around his shaft, teasing and caressing every inch of him.

John grunts, his hips starting to thrust faster and deeper as Bahisa works her magic on his cock. “Fuck yeah, take it all! Swallow my big white dick, you filthy Paki whore!” His grip on her hair tightens, pulling her closer and forcing her to take him even deeper. “Your face was made to be fucked like this.”

Bahisa's eyes roll back in ecstasy as John fucks her face, his crude words only fueling her desire. She gags slightly as he forces his cock deeper into her throat, but she doesn't pull away, determined to take everything he gives her.

Drool escapes from the corners of her mouth, running down her chin and dripping onto her shirt. The sound of her gagging and slurping fills the room, a testament to her dedication to pleasuring John.

Her hands reach up to grip his thighs, steadying herself as he pounds into her mouth. Despite the intensity, she manages to keep her eyes locked on his, conveying her complete submission and adoration.

John's body tenses as he feels his orgasm approaching. “Fuck, I'm gonna cum!” he growls, his thrusts becoming erratic and ****. With a final, powerful thrust, he buries himself deep in Bahisa's throat and erupts, shooting stream after stream of his sticky cum directly into his biology professor. Bahisa's eyes widen as she feels John's seed flooding her throat. His grip on her hair keeps her pinned in place, ensuring she takes every last drop. She swallows reflexively, eagerly drinking down every drop of his essence. The taste of him is unlike anything she's experienced before, and she finds herself craving more.

As his orgasm subsides, John loosens his grip on her hair, allowing Bahisa to pull back slightly. She releases his glistening cock from her mouth with a soft pop, gasping for air. Strands of cum and saliva connect her lips to his shaft, a testament to the intensity of their encounter.

Bahisa looks up at John with adoring eyes, her cheeks flushed and her lips swollen. “Was I good, my love?”

John smirks down at her, panting slightly as he comes down from his high. “Not bad for a Paki slut,” he says, wiping a strand of cum from her chin with his thumb and offering it to her. “Clean yourself up, we're not done yet.”

Bahisa obediently takes John's thumb into her mouth, sucking it clean of his cum. She savors the taste, relishing the connection it represents between them.

Once she's finished, she stands up on shaky legs, her body still thrumming with arousal. “What else would you like me to do, my love?” she asks, her voice husky with desire. “I'm yours to command, in any way you wish.”

John steps closer to her, pressing his naked body against hers. “I want you to strip for me, Paki,” he commands, his hands roaming over her curves possessively. “Show me all of you.”

Bahisa shivers with anticipation as John's hands explore her body. Without hesitation, she begins to undress, her fingers trembling slightly with excitement.

She starts by unbuttoning her blouse, revealing a lacy bra underneath. Next, she unzips her skirt, letting it pool at her feet. Standing before John in just her underwear, she pauses for a moment, allowing him to drink in the sight of her nearly naked form.

Then, with a seductive smile, she reaches behind her back to unclasp her bra, freeing her pert breasts. Finally, she hooks her thumbs into the waistband of her panties and slides them down her legs, stepping out of them gracefully.

Bahisa stands before John, completely exposed and ****. Her caramel skin glows in the dim light of the office, her nipples hardening under his intense gaze.

“Here I am, my love,” she whispers, her voice trembling with desire and nerves. “All of me, for you alone.”

John's eyes roam hungrily over Bahisa's naked body, taking in every curve and contour. He reaches out to cup one of her breasts, grazing her dark nipple with his thumb. “Tell me what you are.”

Bahisa arches into John's touch, a soft moan escaping her lips as he teases her sensitive nipple. “I'm your little Paki slut,” she breathes, her eyes locked onto his. “And I'm whatever else you want me to be, John.”

He continues to explore her body with his hands. “That's right, Paki. And don't forget it.” He moves his other hand down between her legs, rubbing her clit slowly. “You're mine now, Paki. All mine. By the way, did you get used to your new pet name by now?”

Bahisa gasps as John's fingers find her most sensitive spot, waves of pleasure coursing through her body. “Yes, John,” she whimpers, grinding against his hand instinctively. “Call me Paki whenever you want. It only makes me love you more. I'm yours, completely and utterly.”

She reaches up to caress his face, her eyes filled with adoration. “My love for you grows with every second. I can't imagine my life without you anymore. You're my everything, John.”

“You'll address me as 'Sir', Paki. I deserve a more respect from a Paki slut like you, don't you think?”

Bahisa nods eagerly, her body quivering with desire as John's fingers continue to work their magic on her clit. “Yes, Sir,” she breathes, her voice heavy with need. “I'm sorry, Sir. I'll remember to address you properly from now on.”

She leans in closer, pressing her naked body against his. “Please forgive me, Sir. Let me show you how much I respect and adore you.”

John smirks, enjoying the power he has over Bahisa. “Very well, Paki. Since you've apologized so nicely, I'll let you make it up to me.”

He pulls his phone camera from his pocket and opens the camera app “Masturbate for me, Paki.”

Bahisa's eyes widen as she sees John holding his phone, realization dawning on her face. “You... you want to film me, Sir?” she asks, a mix of excitement and nervousness in her voice. “Like a... a porn video?”

“Yes, a nice little porn video as a memento.”

Despite her initial hesitation, the thought of being recorded for John's personal enjoyment sends a thrill through her body. “O-okay, Sir. Whatever you want.”

Bahisa takes a deep breath, steeling herself for what she's about to do. She spreads her legs, giving John a clear view of her glistening pussy.

“Like this, Sir?” she asks, sliding two fingers between her folds and beginning to rub slow circles around her clit. “I hope you enjoy watching your Paki slut pleasure herself for you.”

She closes her eyes, focusing on the sensations building inside her as she touches herself. Her other hand comes up to squeeze her breast, pinching and rolling her nipple between her fingers.

Bahisa's breathing quickens as she loses herself in the moment, her fingers moving faster and harder against her clit. Soft moans escape her lips as she imagines it's John's hands bringing her pleasure.

“Ah... ah... Sir,” she gasps, her hips bucking slightly as she nears her climax. “I'm getting close... I'm going to cum soon!”

With a final cry of John's name, Bahisa's body tenses and then convulses as her orgasm crashes over her. Clear fluids gush from her pussy, coating her fingers and dripping down her thighs.

John watches intently as Bahisa pleasures herself, his cock growing hard again at the sight of her writhing in ecstasy. “That's it, Paki. Cum for me. Show me what a dirty slut you are.”

Bahisa's body trembles as the last waves of her orgasm subside. She opens her eyes, meeting John's gaze with a look of pure adoration.

“I love you, Sir,” she declares breathlessly, her voice filled with raw emotion. “More than I've ever loved anyone or anything. You're my everything, my reason for living. I'll do anything for you, be anything you want me to be. Just please, never leave me.”

John smirks, setting his phone aside and stepping closer to Bahisa. He reaches out to stroke her cheek gently, a stark contrast to his earlier roughness. “Of course I won't leave you, Paki. You're very valuable to me.”

Bahisa leans into John's touch, her eyes fluttering closed as she savors the gentleness of his caress. “Thank you, Sir,” she murmurs, her voice filled with relief and gratitude. “I promise I'll always be useful to you, in any way I can.”

John's hand trails down from her cheek to her neck, his grip tightening slightly. “I know you will,” he coos, leaning in to whisper in her ear. “You're a good Paki slut after all, aren't you?.”

A shiver runs down Bahisa's spine at John's words, his possessive grip on her neck only serving to heighten her arousal. “Yes, Sir,” she gasps out, arching her body into his. “I'll be the best Paki slut you've ever had.”

Smiling smugly, John increases the pressure on Bahisa's neck slightly. “Mmm, not sure about 'best', considering you're the only Paki slut I ever had so far.” He plants a kiss below her ear before speaking again, lowering his voice to almost a whisper. “It still feels surreal, having my biology teacher reduced to a needy thrall. Say, do you remember the first day you walked into the classroom and saw me?”

Bahisa furrows her brow as she tries to recall the first day of class. At first, vague memories surface of seeing John as just another lazy, insignificant student among many, lacking ambition and brains. His mere presence had seemed inconsequential, someone destined to fade into obscurity.

However, the potion quickly transforms these thoughts. Images of a handsome, charismatic young man who exuded an aura of effortless brilliance flood her mind instead. John's intelligence and charm stands out in her memory as obvious and unmistakable, making her wonder how she could have ever resisted him for all this time.

“Of course I remember,” Bahisa starts dreamily, her expression turning into a wistful smile. “I had a crush on you right from the start. Ever since I laid eyes on you. You were - you are - so brilliant, so handsome. It was impossible not to be drawn to you.” She reaches up to tenderly caress his cheek, gazing at him adoringly. “From that very first day, you captivated me.”

John chuckles softly, releasing his hold on Bahisa's neck and trailing his fingers down her collarbone. “Is that so? Well, I must say, you hid it quite well. I never would have guessed my stern, uptight professor had such a thing for me.”

Bahisa blushes deeply at John's words, averting her gaze shyly. “I tried to hide it, Sir,” she admits softly. “I didn't want to cross any professional boundaries. But it was so difficult, seeing you every day, wanting you so badly...”

She looks back up at him, her eyes filled with longing. “I dreamed about you, Sir. About being with you, touching you, pleasing you in every way possible. And now, here we are. My dreams have come true.”

John grins, clearly pleased by Bahisa's confession. “Well, I'm glad your dreams came true, Paki. Because mine certainly have.”

He leans in, capturing her lips in a passionate kiss. As they break apart, he murmurs, “Now, why don't you go ahead and bent over the table for me? Because I've been dreaming to fuck your Paki asshole from day one.”

Bahisa's eyes widen at John's request, a flicker of uncertainty crossing her features. Anal sex had always seemed repulsive to her, something she couldn't imagine ever engaging in. Yet, the thought of John desiring her in such an intimate way sends a thrill through her body.

Under the influence of the love potion, her revulsion quickly morphs into a sense of honor and privilege. To offer John her virgin butthole, to be taken by him in such a primal manner, suddenly feels like the ultimate expression of her devotion.

“Yes, Sir,” she whispers, her voice trembling with anticipation and nerves. “I've never done this before, but for you, I'll gladly give myself completely.”

Without hesitation, Bahisa turns and bends over her desk, presenting her pert ass to John. She spreads her legs wide, exposing her untouched entrance to his hungry gaze.

And so, as John claims her virgin ass, Bahisa feels a profound shift within her very being. The pain mingles deliciously with the pleasure, each thrust driving home the reality of her new existence - no longer just a respected professor, but John's devoted Paki slut.

She cries out in ecstasy, her body surrendering completely to his dominance. Tears of rapture stream down her face as she realizes this is only the beginning of her journey into debauchery and submission under John's expert guidance. Bahisa knows she will do anything, be anything, to keep experiencing these heights of bliss under his masterful touch. Her old life fades away, replaced by an endless sea of carnal delights and absolute obedience to her new master.

As the final thrusts of John's penis bring Bahisa to the pinnacle of ecstasy, she knows her life has irrevocably changed. The once proud and respectable professor has been reduced to a mewling, begging mess, **** for her young student's touch. The love potion has shattered her inhibitions and morphed her worldview, leaving only a singular focus - pleasing and being owned by John.

Bahisa collapses forward onto the desk, John's softening cock slipping out of her ravaged hole. Rivulets of sweat and other fluids coat her trembling body as she struggles to catch her breath. Through the haze of post-orgasmic bliss, a single coherent thought emerges - this is her purpose now, her sole reason for existing. To be John's plaything, his willing vessel for carnal pleasures.

The End