Previous Part: I am all yours, Sir! – Part 2
Hello everyone, Thank you all so much for the incredible response and feedback on the first part of the story! I was especially surprised and thrilled to hear that so many young women resonated with it. Some even sharing they’ve had or would love to have similar experiences.
Now, let’s pick up the story where we left off.
He looked down at me, his eyes dark and intense, and with a teasing smile, he asked, “Tell me, Pooja, how many times you have imagined me like this?” His voice was low and warm, pulling me further into his embrace.
I swallowed, feeling the heat rise in my cheeks. “More times than I can count,” I confessed, my voice barely above a whisper. The admission sent a thrilling shiver down my spine, and he seemed to savour every word.
He smirked, leaning closer, his lips grazing my ear. “And have you imagined me taking your virginity?” he asked, his voice rich with intent.
I nodded shyly, my breath catching as his words hung between us. But a part of me was curious, too. “But, sir,” I paused, finding the courage to ask, “you also tell me, since when have you imagined being with me?”
For a moment, he just looked at me, the intensity of his gaze making my heart race. “Since the moment you walked into my class. Every time I saw you, I wanted to peel back that quiet, composed exterior and discover the wildness I knew was hiding beneath,” he said.
Hearing that made my pulse race even faster. The realization that he had felt this same longing was overwhelming. I reached up, pulled him close, and kissed him deeply. His hands travelled down my body, warm and steady, as he spread my legs, positioning himself between them.
I welcomed him there, my legs falling open instinctively, ready to finally share this part of myself with him. The weight of the moment, the depth of our confessions, and the feel of him so close left me breathless.
With a gentle caress, he leaned forward, his body pressing against mine as he murmured against my lips, “You’re absolutely sure, Pooja?”
At that moment, looking into his eyes, I knew there was no turning back. I had dreamed of this, of him, for so long. This was more than desire—it was a need, a longing that only he could fulfil.
I looked up at him, my heart pounding with anticipation. I whispered, “Yes, Rohan Sir. I’ve wanted this, wanted you, for so long. My body, my soul and my virginity are all yours.”
With that, he kissed me deeply, sealing the moment with an unspoken promise. This was more than I’d ever dreamed. In his arms, I felt cherished, safe, and completely alive.
As he pushed his dick gently inside my pussy, I felt the tip of his cock stretching me. It was a mix of pain and pleasure, a sensation that made my back arch off the bed. “Aahh, Oh, Sir, it hurts,” I whimpered, gripping his shoulders as my body adjusted to his dick.
I loved the moment of losing my virginity, turning me into a woman from a virgin girl. I held his hands tighter, and a loud, wild moan escaped my lips, “Aah, Sir, Wow!”
He paused, his breath ragged against my cheek. His hands were soothing as they ran up and down my sides. “I’ve got you,” he whispered, kissing my lips softly. “Just breathe. Let me make you feel good.”
He pulled back, the sensation of his cock slipping out. Leaving me feeling empty, only to thrust back in slowly. Just the head, teasing my sensitive walls. My moans filled the room as he continued this slow, torturous rhythm—pulling out, pushing back in.
His hips rocked gently as he let me get used to the size of him. Each movement was deliberate as if he was savouring every moment, every reaction I gave him.
“God, you feel so tight, so perfect,” he groaned, his voice thick with lust. He began to move faster, each thrust pushing deeper, filling me. My body clenched around him, drawing him in. My nails dug into his back as I cried out his name.
His pace quickened, our bodies moving in a heated dance of passion. I wrapped my legs around his waist, pulling him deeper, needing to feel every inch of him. His name became a chant on my lips, the pleasure overwhelming, consuming.
Rohan Sir pushed deeper, his dick sliding fully inside my pussy, stretching me in ways I’d never imagined. Tears of joy welled up in my eyes as I gasped. The sensation was overwhelming and utterly consuming. I lifted my hips instinctively, eager to take all of him, to feel every inch as he filled me.
Our shared moans filled the room, a symphony of raw pleasure. I dug my nails into his back, leaving marks. His thrusts grew more intense, each one sending waves of ecstasy through my body. His lips found mine in a fevered kiss, his tongue exploring my mouth with the same hunger he took my body with.
Rohan’s hands moved to my breasts, kneading them with a tenderness that was at odds with the fierceness of his thrusts. His mouth trailed hot kisses down my neck before capturing one of my nipples, sucking and teasing me. I was writhing beneath him.
Every thrust, every kiss, every touch felt perfect. Our bodies moved in a rhythm that felt natural like we were made for this moment, for each other. My legs wrapped around his waist, pulling him deeper, needing him closer. I could feel the pressure building, a tight coil of pleasure ready to snap.
“Rohan Sir, oh, God, don’t stop,” I moaned, my voice shaking with need. He grunted in response. His hips slammed into mine as his name became a chant on my lips. I could feel him losing control, his thrusts becoming more erratic, desperate.
The room was filled with the sounds of our passion—the slap of skin against skin, our ragged breaths. The wet sounds of his dick plunging into me over and over again. His mouth found mine once more, kissing me deeply as he drove me closer to the edge.
Soon, I felt the excitement and the unmistakable build of an orgasm surging inside me. My breaths came in ragged gasps, and I clung to him, desperate for the release that was just within reach. “Sir, I’m going to cum,” I moaned, my voice breathless and trembling.
Rohan Sir’s thrusts grew more urgent, his face buried in the crook of my neck. “Me too, Pooja. I’m so close,” he groaned, his voice thick with pleasure. I pulled him down into a heated kiss. Our lips locked as we both chased that final peak together.
And then it happened—my orgasm crashed through me like a wave, my entire body trembling as I cried out his name, eyes squeezed shut, completely lost in the moment. It was the most intense climax I’d ever experienced, which left me breathless.
Rohan Sir’s thrusts faltered, and with a deep, guttural moan, he pulled out of me. A moment later, I felt the warm splash of his release against my navel. For a brief second, a pang of disappointment hit me. I had secretly wished to feel him cum inside me, to share that final intimacy.
But as I lay there, catching my breath, I realized he had done it to protect me. I couldn’t help but appreciate his consideration. Our eyes met a silent understanding passing between us. He leaned down, pressing a gentle kiss on my forehead.
In that quiet moment, I knew that this was only the beginning of something deeper between us. After releasing himself on my navel, Rohan Sir leaned in. His lips captured mine in a soft, lingering kiss that made my heart flutter. His hands were gentle.
He reached for a nearby towel, carefully cleaning me up. Once he was done, he wrapped me in his arms, holding me tightly against his chest. We lay there for a while, our bodies tangled together. Silently reflecting on what had just happened.
The room was filled with a warm, satisfied silence, both of us basking in the afterglow of our shared pleasure. After some time, he looked down at me with a soft smile and whispered, “Come on, let’s get you cleaned up.”
Taking my hand, he led me to the washroom, his touch still gentle and caring. He turned on the warm water, helping me freshen up. He even assisted me in getting dressed, his hands steady and reassuring as he helped me slip back into my clothes.
The way he took care of me—every little gesture—left me feeling flattered and deeply impressed. We returned to the bed, where he had laid out some snacks. We ate together, a comfortable silence between us, punctuated by occasional glances and soft smiles.
Before I left, he gently caressed my cheek and said, “Make sure you have a warm bath when you get home and apply some oil down there. It’ll help with the soreness. And get a good night’s sleep, okay?”
I nodded, feeling a rush of warmth in my chest. His thoughtfulness was unexpected and touching. I obliged, knowing that this day and everything he had done would linger in my thoughts for a long time.
I started to gather my things and leave his house. Rohan Sir leaned against the doorframe, his eyes twinkling with that familiar mischievous glint. “You know,” he said in a teasing tone, “there are still a few chapters left that we haven’t covered, and I’d love to teach you those.”
I felt a blush rise to my cheeks, but I refused to shy away from the playful challenge in his voice. Gathering my courage, I looked up at him with a bold smile and replied, “Just let me know when the next class is, Sir. I’ll be ready.”
He chuckled, clearly pleased with my response, and the warmth in his gaze sent a flutter through my heart. As I turned to leave, I smiled to myself, my mind already racing with anticipation for what the future held between us.
The evening had been more than I could ever have imagined. As I stepped out into the night, I felt a thrill of excitement for the lessons yet to come.
THE END!
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