Hello, my naughty friends! I’m Aarohi, here to share my spicy, juicy tale of raw passion and steamy encounters that’ll make every guy’s cock rock hard and every girl’s pussy dripping wet. So, buckle up, because I’m diving straight into this sizzling story without wasting a moment.
I had just enrolled in Lucknow University, stepping into the world of BA with English, Geography, and Sociology as my subjects. English, though, was my Achilles’ heel—a mountain I could barely climb. My professor, Mr. Rao, taught English, and let me tell you, he was something else. A South Indian from Tamil Nadu, his teaching style was electric, pulling every student into his orbit. His deep, velvety voice sent shivers down my spine, making my skin tingle with every word he spoke. My parents suggested I take private tuition from him to boost my grades, and I thought, why not? If anyone could save my English marks, it was him.
Gathering my courage, I approached Mr. Rao one day after class. I was just 18, a fresh, blooming flower with a body bursting with youthful allure. I wore a tight pink kurti that hugged my curves like a second skin, paired with black leggings that accentuated my slim waist and plump, round ass. My dupatta was so sheer it did nothing to hide my full, perky tits, which had blossomed dramatically in recent months. Every guy in the neighborhood ogled me, their eyes screaming they wanted to rip my clothes off and fuck me senseless. I knew it, and I loved the attention.
At Mr. Rao’s house, I asked, “Sir, will you give me tuition?” His eyes raked over me, from head to toe, like he was measuring every inch of my body. There was a glint in his gaze that made my stomach flutter with unease—and something else I couldn’t quite name. “What’ll you give me?” he asked, his voice low and teasing. I blinked, startled. “What, sir?” I stammered. “I mean, how much will you pay?” he clarified with a sly smile. “A thousand rupees, sir,” I replied, and he nodded. “Come to my place in the evening, Aarohi,” he said. I was over the moon.
Rumors swirled around Mr. Rao in college. Some praised him as a brilliant teacher whose students always aced their exams. Others whispered darker tales—that he took advantage of his female students, exploiting their trust. There was even a story about a police investigation, but no evidence ever surfaced. I brushed it off. My grades were at stake, and I needed his help, no matter what people said.
That evening, I showed up at his place in my pink kurti and leggings, my tits practically spilling out of the tight fabric, my ass swaying with every step. When I rang the bell, Mr. Rao opened the door, and I froze. He stood there in nothing but a flimsy pair of underwear, his thick cock and heavy balls clearly outlined against the thin fabric. His broad chest, dusted with curly black-and-white hair, glistened in the dim light. My eyes darted to his bulging crotch, and a bolt of heat shot through me. Fuck, how big is that thing? I thought, my pussy tingling at the sight.
“One second, beta,” he said, disappearing to throw on a shirt and pants. He invited me in, and we started the lesson. But that night, as I lay in bed, my mind was consumed by the image of his massive cock straining against his underwear. His wife lived far away in Tamil Nadu—how did he quench his desires? He was a man, after all, with needs. Did he crave a tight, wet pussy to bury his dick in? The thought made my cunt throb. I slipped off my panties, picturing Mr. Rao’s chiseled body, and slid my fingers into my slick pussy. I rubbed my clit, imagining his tongue on me, and came hard, moaning his name into the darkness.
Thus began our teacher-student journey. Mr. Rao was a dedicated tutor, pouring his energy into my lessons. One day, he said, “Aarohi beta, if you make me a cup of tea each time, I won’t charge you a penny.” Coming from a modest family, I was thrilled. I started brewing tea for him, and we’d sit together afterward, sipping and chatting, our bond growing closer with every cup.
One evening, while waiting for him at his place, I noticed his laptop was on. He’d stepped out to the bathroom, so I peeked at the screen—and my jaw dropped. A porn video was playing, a blonde chick getting her pussy pounded by a massive cock, her moans filling the room. My cunt instantly ached with need. He’s in the bathroom… why not have a little fun? I thought. I hiked up my blue skirt, slid my panties down, and started fingering my wet pussy, eyes glued to the screen. My fingers circled my clit, my breaths turning into soft moans as I lost myself in pleasure.
Suddenly, I felt eyes on me. I opened mine to find Mr. Rao standing there, his gaze burning with raw lust. My heart pounded, but before I could fix my skirt, he crossed the room and pulled me into his arms. “Aarohi beta, can I say something if you won’t mind?” he whispered, his voice thick with desire. I nodded, cheeks burning. “I’m falling for you,” he confessed. My eyes widened. “But sir, you’re so much older…” I mumbled. “What, I’m too old for you?” he snapped, a hint of anger in his tone. “No, sir, it’s not that,” I blurted. “So, you like me too?” he pressed. I gave a shy nod, my body buzzing with anticipation.
That was all he needed. Mr. Rao scooped me up in his strong arms and carried me to his bedroom, laying me on the bed. His warm breath grazed my face as he leaned over me, his lips crashing onto mine in a hungry kiss. I melted into him, my tongue dancing with his, lost in the heat of his passion. I’d fantasized about his broad, hairy chest for weeks, jerking off to thoughts of his thick cock. Now, it was happening—his dick was about to claim my virgin pussy.
He unbuttoned my tight white shirt, revealing my full, creamy tits barely contained by a white cotton bra. His eyes devoured them, wild with hunger. He unhooked my bra, tossing it aside, and my round, juicy tits spilled free, nipples hard and aching. He groaned, climbing over me, and took one nipple into his hot mouth, sucking greedily. His tongue swirled around it, while his rough hand kneaded my other tit, pinching the nipple until I gasped. “Oh… sir… slower…” I moaned, but he was relentless, sucking and squeezing like a man possessed. My pussy was on fire, my panties soaked through.
His hand slid under my blue skirt, yanking my red panties down to expose my glistening, pink pussy. He stared at it, his breaths ragged, then dove between my thighs. His tongue lapped at my wet folds, sending a jolt of pleasure through me like lightning. He sucked my clit, teasing it with slow, deliberate licks, then plunged his tongue deep into my cunt, tasting every inch. I writhed under him, moaning, “Oh, sir… fuck, that feels so good…” My hips bucked, grinding against his face as he devoured my pussy, drinking my juices like a man starved. His fingers spread my lips wider, his tongue fucking me deeper, and I came twice, screaming his name as my body shook.
Finally, he stood and stripped off his pants. His cock sprang free—8 inches of thick, veiny meat, his balls heavy and swollen like ripe fruit. I gasped, “Fuck, sir… it’s huge…” “Don’t be scared, Aarohi,” he growled. “I’m gonna take you to paradise.” He rubbed his cockhead against my dripping slit, teasing my entrance, then thrust hard. Two inches sank in, and I cried out, “Oh, sir… it hurts!” My virgin pussy stretched painfully around his girth. But he didn’t stop. Pinning my wrists, he pressed his heavy body against mine and thrust again, his full 8 inches burying deep. Blood trickled from my torn hymen, and I sobbed, “Sir, please… take it out…” But he silenced my cries with his hand over my mouth, fucking me with slow, deliberate strokes.
The pain faded, replaced by a growing pleasure as my pussy adjusted to his massive cock. I started rocking my hips, meeting his thrusts, craving more. “Fuck me harder, sir… please…” I begged, my voice thick with lust. He pounded me faster, his cock slamming into my tight walls, each thrust igniting sparks of ecstasy. The room echoed with my moans and his grunts, our bodies slick with sweat. He mauled my tits, sucked my lips, and slapped my ass, driving me wild. For 40 minutes, he fucked me senseless, my pussy clenching around him as I came again and again.
With a final, brutal thrust, he exploded, flooding my pussy with hot, thick cum. I came too, my body trembling as his seed filled me. We collapsed, panting, his weight pinning me to the bed. “Aarohi, you’re a fucking goddess,” he rasped, his breath hot against my ear. I smiled, blushing. “Sir, you made me a woman today…”
From that day, our tuition sessions changed. I was still his student, but now I was his slut too. Every lesson ended with me spread wide, his cock buried in my pussy, fucking me until we both collapsed in a sweaty, satisfied heap. My cunt craved his dick, and I lived for his thrusts, our secret passion burning hotter with every encounter.