Hey everyone, I’m Aarohi, and I’m here to share my steamy, pussy-drenching story that’ll make every guy’s cock rock hard and every girl’s panties soaked. Buckle up, because this is one wild ride you won’t forget.
I had just enrolled in Lucknow University, fresh into my BA program with English, Geography, and Sociology as my subjects. English, though, was my Achilles’ heel—it felt like climbing a fucking mountain. My professor, Mr. Rao, taught English, and let me tell you, he was a goddamn genius at it. A South Indian hailing from Tamil Nadu, his deep voice and commanding presence made every class electric. His words were like foreplay, teasing my mind, and I couldn’t help but feel a tingle down there every time he spoke. My parents suggested I take private tuition from him to boost my grades, and I wasn’t about to say no.
So, I mustered up the courage and went to his place. I was just 18, a ripe, young thing, my body blooming with the freshness of youth. I wore a tight pink kurti that hugged my curves, paired with black leggings that showed off my slim waist and plump, round ass. My dupatta was so sheer it barely hid my tits, which had grown massive over the past few months. Every guy in my neighborhood was eye-fucking me, and I knew they all wanted to bury their cocks deep inside me.
When I got to Mr. Rao’s place, I asked, “Sir, will you give me tuition?” His eyes raked over me, from head to toe, lingering on my curves with a hunger that made my pussy twitch. “What’ll you give me?” he asked, his voice low and suggestive.
I was caught off guard. “What, sir?”
“I mean, how much will you pay?” he clarified, smirking.
“I can easily pay a thousand rupees, sir,” I replied.
“Come back this evening, Aarohi,” he said, and I was over the moon, thinking my first-class grades were in the bag.
Mr. Rao had a reputation around campus. Some said he was a saint, a teacher who could make anyone pass with flying colors. Others whispered dirtier tales—that he fucked his female students, using his authority to get into their panties. There was even a rumor that the police had nabbed him once over some scandal, but nothing stuck. Still, I figured his teaching skills were worth the risk.
That day, my pink kurti clung to my body, making my tits pop out like they were begging to be sucked. My leggings hugged my ass, and every step I took made my hips sway seductively. When I arrived at his house that evening and rang the bell, Mr. Rao opened the door in nothing but a flimsy pair of underwear. Holy shit, his broad chest was covered in a mix of black and white curly hair, and his bulge—fuck, it was massive. I could see the outline of his thick cock and heavy balls straining against the fabric. My mind screamed, “Goddamn, that thing’s a fucking monster!”
“Just a second, dear,” he said, disappearing to throw on a shirt and pants. He called me inside, and we started the lesson. But that night, as I lay in bed, all I could think about was his huge cock and those balls. His wife was back in Tamil Nadu, so who was he fucking to cool off that heat? He’s a man, after all, and men need to shove their dicks somewhere. The thought made my pussy wet, and I slid my panties off, rubbing my clit while picturing Mr. Rao’s cock. I fingered my tight, pink pussy until I came hard, moaning his name.
That’s how our teacher-student dynamic began. He taught me diligently, and I soaked it all in. One day, he said, “Aarohi, if you make me a cup of tea every day, I won’t charge you any fees.” Coming from a poor family, this was music to my ears. I started brewing tea for him, and one for myself too. After lessons, we’d sit together, sipping tea and chatting, his eyes often lingering on my tits.
One evening, while waiting for him at his place, I noticed his laptop was on. He was in the bathroom, so I peeked at the screen. Holy fuck, he was watching porn—a blonde chick getting her pussy pounded by a massive cock, moaning like a slut in heat. My cunt started throbbing, and I thought, “He’s in the bathroom, why not have some fun?” I hiked up my blue skirt, pulled my panties down, and started fingering my wet pussy, watching the screen. My clit was swollen, and I was lost in pleasure, moaning softly.
Suddenly, I felt eyes on me. I opened my eyes, and there was Mr. Rao, staring at me with raw lust. My heart pounded, but before I could fix my skirt, he walked over and pulled me into his arms.
“Aarohi, darling, can I say something if you don’t mind?” he whispered.
I nodded, my cheeks burning. “Yes, sir.”
“I’m falling for you,” he said, his voice dripping with desire.
I gasped, “But sir, you’re so much older, and I’m just…”
“What, you don’t like me because I’m old?” he growled, a hint of anger in his tone.
“No, sir, it’s not that,” I stammered.
“So, you like me too?” he pressed.
I nodded shyly, “Yes, sir.”
That was it. He scooped me up and carried me to his bedroom, laying me on the bed. His lips crashed onto mine, kissing me hungrily, his tongue invading my mouth. I melted into him, my pussy dripping with anticipation. I’d been jerking off to thoughts of his cock for weeks, and now it was about to be mine.
He tore open my white shirt, buttons flying, exposing my creamy tits in a white cotton bra. His eyes devoured them, and he ripped off my bra, tossing it aside. My big, round tits bounced free, my nipples hard as bullets. He climbed on top of me, his mouth latching onto one nipple, sucking and biting it while his hand kneaded the other. “Fuck, sir… slower…” I moaned, but he was like a beast unleashed. His tongue swirled around my nipple, and his teeth grazed it, sending shocks of pleasure to my core.
His hand slid under my skirt, yanking my red panties down. My pussy was glistening, wet and ready. He stared at it, his breath ragged, and then buried his face between my thighs. His tongue licked my slit, slow at first, savoring my juices. “Oh fuck… sir… that feels so good…” I groaned, my hips bucking. He sucked my clit, his tongue flicking it relentlessly, and I screamed, “Yes… lick my pussy… don’t stop!” He spread my pussy lips with two fingers, diving deeper, eating me out like a starved man. My pussy was creaming, and I came twice, my juices coating his face as he lapped them up greedily.
Finally, he stood and dropped his pants. His cock sprang free—8 inches of thick, veiny meat, with balls so big they looked like they could burst. “Holy shit, sir… it’s huge…” I whispered, half in awe, half in fear.
“Don’t worry, Aarohi, I’ll take you to fucking paradise,” he growled, rubbing his cockhead against my soaking pussy. He teased my entrance, tapping it lightly, before slamming in with one hard thrust. Two inches buried inside me, and I screamed, “Fuck… it hurts!” My virgin pussy was stretched to its limit, but he didn’t stop. He pinned my wrists with his massive hands, his 100-kilo body dominating me, and thrust again. His entire cock filled me, tearing through my hymen. Blood trickled out, and I cried, “Sir, please… take it out…”
But he was lost in lust. He covered my mouth with his hand, silencing my screams, and started fucking me hard. His cock pounded my pussy, each thrust deeper, harder. The pain slowly turned to pleasure, and I started moving my hips, meeting his thrusts. “Oh fuck… sir… fuck me harder…” I moaned, my pussy gripping his cock like a vice. The room echoed with my moans and the wet sounds of his cock slamming into me. He grabbed my tits, squeezing them, slapped my ass, and kissed me roughly, his tongue fucking my mouth as his cock fucked my pussy.
For 40 minutes, he ravaged me, switching between sucking my tits, kissing me, and pounding my pussy. Finally, with a primal grunt, he buried his cock deep and exploded, his hot cum flooding my pussy. I came again, my body shaking as his seed filled me. We collapsed, panting, our bodies slick with sweat.
“Aarohi, you’re a fucking goddess,” he gasped.
I smiled, “Sir, you made me a woman today.”
From that day, our tuition sessions were less about books and more about fucking. My pussy craved his cock, and every session ended with him balls-deep inside me, making me scream and cum. I was his student, but I’d also become his slut, and I fucking loved it.