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Wishing everyone a very happy New Year filled with love, passion, and unforgettable moments of intimacy.
And now, let’s dive into the next chapter of my journey with Rohan Sir. It is a story of surrender, passion, and love as I found myself in his arms once again.
After that unforgettable day, everything changed between Rohan Sir and me. During tuition, our stolen glances held a weight of unspoken feelings. We tried to suppress the smiles that threatened to give us away.
The air between us was tense, yet we both knew the importance of discretion. Our interactions outside the classroom were minimal, limited to a few carefully hidden conversations on Telegram.
Finally, an opportunity arose for us to meet again. Sir told me that his wife would be away for two days. My heart raced. I made my plans of taking leave from college with an excuse for health issues.
It wasn’t difficult. My parents were both working, so slipping away unnoticed wasn’t a challenge. The anticipation was almost unbearable as the day drew closer.
When the day finally arrived, I carefully chose what to wear. A flowing red Rajasthani skirt paired with a fitted black spaghetti top layered with a simple white shirt. Beneath it, I wore his favourite black bra and matching panties. My heart raced as I imagined his reaction.
I arrived at Rohan Sir’s house just after my parents left for work. I stood at his doorstep, nervous excitement coursed through me. When he opened the door, his warm smile immediately put me at ease.
“You look stunning,” he said softly, his eyes lingering on me for a moment.
I smiled shyly, stepping inside. “Thank you, Sir,” I replied, my voice barely above a whisper.
The familiar surroundings of his home felt different—more intimate, more charged with unspoken emotions. He handed me a glass of water, his gaze lingering as I drank. A few drops escaped, trailing down my neck.
Sir stepped closer, his eyes darkening slightly. “You’re teasing me already?” he murmured, his voice low and velvety. I looked at him, my cheeks flushed. “I’m not… I didn’t mean to… Actually, I do.”
Before I could finish, he leaned in, his lips brushing against my neck as he kissed and licked the trail of water. The sensation sent shivers down my spine.
“Sir…” I gasped, my hands instinctively finding their way into his hair.
“Say my name, Pooja,” he whispered, his voice filled with both longing and command.
“Rohan…” I breathed, my voice trembling.
His arms wrapped around me tightly, pulling me against him. “I’ve waited for this moment,” he admitted softly.
I hugged him back, my fingers running through his hair. “Me too,” I whispered.
Rohan Sir scooped me up effortlessly in his arms. His gaze locked with mine as he carried me to his bedroom. My heart pounded in anticipation, and I couldn’t suppress the thrill coursing through me.
There’s a hidden desire in every girl, isn’t it? To have a man she trusts and adores let loose with her, to feel his unbridled passion, his hunger. At that moment, Rohan Sir was fulfilling that very fantasy of mine.
He laid me on the bed with an intensity that sent a rush through me. His eyes held a mix of tenderness and raw desire as he quickly pulled off his T-shirt, revealing his toned chest. The sight of him, so close, so bare, made my breath hitch.
Without hesitation, he climbed over me, his hands trailing up my body. He pushed my spaghetti top higher, exposing my waist and navel. His lips found their way to my skin, leaving deep, wet kisses along my navel. Each one sent a jolt of heat through me.
He alternated between kisses and teasing licks, his tongue warm against my sensitive skin. I couldn’t hold back the soft moans that escaped me. His hands moved with purpose, exploring my body. His fingers found my boobs, cupping and kneading them over the fabric.
The pressure was both wild and intoxicating. Every touch, every kiss felt like a symphony of desire, playing just for us.
“Sir…” I whispered, my voice trembling as my hands found their way to his back, pulling him closer. His kisses grew deeper and sloppier. His tongue left a trail of heat that made me shiver with want.
I arched my back, offering myself to him, surrendering to the moment. I was utterly lost in the way he touched me. His hands claimed my body with a mix of dominance and desire. The way Rohan Sir groped my boobs, pressing and kneading them wildly.
It sent waves of heat coursing through me. His touch wasn’t gentle—it was fervent, almost desperate. It ignited something primal inside me. I loved every second of it, loved how he made me feel so irresistibly sexy, so wanted, so utterly his.
There was a rawness in the way he mauled my boobs, his fingers exploring, teasing, and squeezing as if he couldn’t get enough of me. A shiver of excitement ran down my spine. I realized just how much I loved being taken like this—unreservedly, without hesitation, as if nothing else mattered.
It made me feel powerful yet vulnerable, desired yet utterly surrendered. There was something intoxicating about being with him, about knowing he was married. Yet, at this moment, his entire world seemed to revolve around me.
It wasn’t just the passion or the lust. It was the way he made me feel—sexy, wanted, and yes, even a little bit naughty. The way he touched me, the way he claimed me, made me feel alive in ways I’d never known before. And I loved every wild, unrestrained moment of it.
Rohan Sir gently slid off my shirt, leaned in and pressed his lips to my neck—my most sensitive spot. I couldn’t hold back the soft moan that escaped my lips. “Rohan,” I whispered his name, my voice trembling with need. I pulled him closer, feeling the heat of his body against mine.
Every kiss he placed on my neck and shoulders was filled with so much passion. I forgot everything else. I forgot that he was my teacher, forgot the boundaries we were crossing. At that moment, I wasn’t his student. I was his, completely.
I felt like his girlfriend, someone he adored, cherished, and desired with every fibre of his being. He pushed the strap of my spaghetti top and bra aside. His lips traced a trail of fire along my shoulder. My skin burned under his touch, every kiss igniting something deep within me.
His hands moved with confidence and purpose, slipping under my spaghetti top to unhook my bra in one swift motion. I gasped softly, feeling the cool air against my bare skin and the weight of his touch. The way he claimed me made me feel alive and wanted in a way I’d never experienced before.
Honestly, every girl carries a hidden desire—to feel a little slutty. But only with the one she trusts and cherishes the most. It’s not about shame. It’s about letting go, surrendering to the moment, and feeling wanted in the rawest, most passionate way.
It’s a secret longing to let her partner take control, to be free of inhibitions, to explore the depths of intimacy without judgment. Rohan Sir was fulfilling that secret desire for me. The way he touched me, the way he looked at me, made me feel irresistible like I was the only woman in his world at that moment.
It wasn’t just physical. It was emotional. He was giving me the freedom to embrace a side of me I had never allowed myself to explore. I won’t lie. At that moment, I was ready to do anything for him. I trusted him completely. With that trust came a willingness to push my boundaries.
I wanted to please him, to see the satisfaction in his eyes, and to feel the connection grow even deeper between us. For Rohan Sir, I was ready to let go of every inhibition. Rohan Sir slid my spaghetti and bra off in one swift motion, leaving me bare before him.
He pounced on my boobs with a hunger that made my heart race and my body ache for more. I was lying there on the same bed where he undoubtedly made love to his wife. But now, I was the one beneath him, completely under his control.
The thought sent a strange thrill through me, adding to the emotions I was already feeling. I wrapped my arms around him, pulling him closer, pressing his face firmly against my boobs. “Take them, Sir… They’re all yours. I am all yours,” I whispered breathlessly, my voice trembling with desire.
He needed no encouragement. His lips latched onto my nipple, sucking with a wild intensity. His hands gripped my boobs firmly, squeezing, kneading. He was mauling them with a raw passion that left me breathless. His teeth grazed the sensitive skin.
I whimpered his name, the mixture of pleasure and pain sending electric shocks through my body. He sucked as though he was trying to take all of me into his mouth, leaving marks, hickeys scattered across my skin. I gasped as he bit down lightly, claiming me with each kiss and bruise.
It felt as though he was marking his territory, declaring with every touch that I was his in this moment. I could feel his desire, his raw, untamed need. It awakened something primal in me. I loved every second of his wildness. Every passionate motion made me feel desired and cherished.
I ran my fingers through his hair, pressing his head even harder into my chest. I was urging him to continue, to take everything I had to offer. This was the wild, untamed intimacy I craved. Rohan Sir was giving it to me in a way I could never forget.
Rohan Sir kissed my boobs with untamed passion. His hands began to explore. Slowly, he pushed my skirt up, revealing my bare legs inch by inch. When his hands reached my thighs, he squeezed gently, his touch both loving and teasing. Then, with a smirk, he pinched my inner thighs, making me squirm.
The playfulness in his actions was intoxicating. I let out a soft moan, completely lost in the sensations he was awakening in me. He pushed my skirt higher, exposing my black panty. His gaze lingered there, and I could feel the heat of his desire.
Slowly, his hand moved to rest over my pussy, his fingers brushing my panty. It was just a light touch, but it held so much power. My legs parted instinctively. They were responding to his command without a second thought. His touch was magic, guiding me into feelings I’d never experienced before.
It was as if my body wasn’t mine anymore. It was his, and I was willing to give him everything. His lips began their descent, leaving a trail of burning kisses. From my breasts to my navel, his mouth explored every inch of my skin, each kiss igniting a new spark of pleasure.
When he reached my inner thighs, he kissed them softly, the gentleness making me tremble. I could feel his breath, the anticipation building with every kiss. The way he touched and teased me made me feel alive, desired, and utterly his. His lips claimed my body, inch by inch.
Rohan Sir, with a smirk, lifted my skirt higher, letting it fall over my face, veiling me. “Don’t move it,” he commanded, his voice firm yet filled with the heat of desire. My heart raced as I obeyed, lying there on his bed. My senses heightened with every touch, every breath he took.
From my waist to my face, I was hidden beneath the fabric of my skirt, a secret world created just for us. My black panty clung to me, and my legs instinctively spread, inviting him closer. The cool air kissed my exposed thighs, contrasting with the warmth of Rohan Sir’s presence between my legs.
It was an arousing moment, unlike anything I’d ever felt. The anticipation, the vulnerability, the thrill—it all came together. I could hear his breathing grow heavier. I could feel his hands caressing my thighs, moving as if savouring every second.
Then, I felt it. His lips were soft and , pressing gently against my pussy over my panty. A gasp escaped my lips, muffled by the skirt covering my face. That single kiss sent shockwaves through my body, leaving me trembling. My hands gripped the sheets beneath me.
He kissed me again, his lips lingering this time, teasing, tormenting, and thrilling me all at once. My body arched slightly, responding to him, craving more. The barrier of the panty only heightened the sensation, making me ache for his touch, for him to take me completely.
At that moment, I wasn’t just his student or a girl under his control. I was his, completely surrendered, completely lost in the magic of his touch. I couldn’t hold back the moan that escaped my lips. Rohan Sir’s kisses deepened against my panty. His name tumbled from my mouth, filled with longing and need.
My thighs instinctively closed around his face, trapping him there, refusing to let him pull away. He didn’t resist; instead, he continued his tender assault, showering my pussy and inner thighs with kisses that left a burning trail of desire on my skin.
Each touch, each kiss, made my body hum with pleasure. I couldn’t control myself. I began lifting my hips, pressing my pussy harder against his face, silently begging for more. With one swift motion, he slid my panty down and tossed it aside.
The cool air sent a shiver through me, but his warmth quickly replaced it. His hands roamed over my thighs as he leaned in again. But this time, I couldn’t resist any longer. I reached down, pushing the skirt from my face, needing to see him, to feel him.
I pulled him up to me, my fingers tangling in his hair, and kissed him deeply. Our lips met with a fiery intensity, my passion matching his. I tasted the hunger we both shared. That kiss was everything—wild, desperate. In his arms, under his touch, I felt alive, cherished, and utterly consumed by him.
I decided it was my turn to take charge. A surge of confidence and desire coursed through me, leaving behind all my fears and inhibitions. It was Rohan Sir, the man I trusted completely. He brought out this bold, uninhibited side of me. I was ready to embrace it.
With a playful smile, I pinned him down on the bed and climbed over him. The surprised look in his eyes quickly gave way to amusement and desire as he let me take the lead. Slowly, I slid my hands under his shirt and tugged it off, savouring the feel of his bare skin beneath my fingers.
I moved to his pyjama, pulling it down with slowness, teasing him as I revealed more of him. Now, he was lying on the bed in just his undies. His body was taut and waiting. His eyes fixed on me with a mix of anticipation and raw hunger.
I stood up on the bed, towering over him, my skirt flowing around my legs, brushing against his skin. He was perfectly positioned between my legs. The sight of my pussy hovering right above his hardening dick made him groan softly.
I just stood there, enjoying the power and the thrill of the moment. I felt my skirt flutter around me. But underneath, I was completely bare and utterly exposed. Rohan Sir’s hands reached up instinctively, resting on my thighs. His fingers trace soft patterns on my skin, sending shivers up my spine.
I looked down at him, his gaze locked on mine and smiled. “It’s my turn to make you feel things you’ve never felt before,” I said softly, leaning down to kiss him. I leaned down and kissed his lips deeply, savouring the warmth and passion that always ignited between us.
Slowly, I began to trail kisses lower, moving down to his neck, then his chest. I let my lips linger on his nipples, teasing them gently with my tongue. I felt him shiver beneath me. I continued my journey downward. I finally reached the hardness straining against his undies.
I placed a soft kiss on his dick through the fabric, hearing him let out a low, throaty moan. “Ah, Pooja,” he murmured, his voice thick with desire as his hands found their way to my head. His fingers threaded gently through my hair, holding me there as if afraid I’d pull away.
Little did he know, his desire for a blowjob was about to become a reality. I looked up at him and locked eyes for a moment. Letting him see the determination and excitement in my gaze before I started to fulfil his unspoken wish.
I gently wrapped my fingers around his dick through his undies. I kissed it softly, savouring the intoxicating mix of his scent. My lips lingered, and I inhaled deeply, locking eyes with him and giving him the most lustful, teasing look I could muster.
He was clearly desperate for me to take the next step. His body was tense with anticipation. But I loved watching him squirm under my touch. I leaned down further, letting my bare breasts brush against his bulge. My nipples grazed his hardness through the thin fabric.
His sharp intake of breath and the way his fingers clenched the bedsheet told me everything I needed to know. I was driving him wild. I kissed his dick again. Then, finally, with a playful smirk, I hooked my fingers under the waistband of his underwear.
I pulled it down, savouring every second of the reveal. His erection sprang free, and the sheer lust in his eyes was a sight I would never forget. The smile on his face, filled with desire and gratitude, made me feel powerful and cherished. I leaned back slightly before moving closer to fulfil both of our desires.
I leaned in slowly, my lips brushing the tip of his dick in the gentlest kiss, savouring the moment. His reaction was immediate. His lips parted in a soft moan, and his eyes, filled with raw desire, locked onto mine. Hearing him moan my name made my heart race.
I felt his hands come to rest on the back of my head, urging me closer. I trailed soft kisses along his entire shaft, teasing him and watching his face contort with pleasure. His fingers tightened in my hair slightly. I gave him a sultry look, making sure he saw the mischief and desire in my eyes.
Then, slowly, I brought my lips to the tip of his dick, allowing the moment to stretch. I felt his anticipation, the tension building between us. Finally, I wrapped my lips around the tip, letting it slide into my mouth. I sucked gently, tasting him for the first time, savouring it.
His moans deepened, his hands tangled in my hair. He pulled me closer as if he couldn’t get enough of me. I loved the way he reacted to every little movement, every touch. This was what I had been waiting for. The look of pure ecstasy on his face made it all the more satisfying.
The taste was unfamiliar, but the thrill of the moment overpowered everything. I was consumed by excitement and lust. I was feeling utterly slutty yet incredibly powerful at the same time. Seeing his face contort with pleasure, hearing him moan my name. It ignited a fire within me that I didn’t even know existed.
I let the heat of the moment guide me. I tried to take more of his dick into my mouth, pushing myself further with every movement. The sounds of his pleasure only spurred me on. When I couldn’t take any more, I pulled back, letting it slip from my mouth.
I licked him slowly, teasing him with long strokes of my tongue. I kissed him again, my lips leaving soft, wet marks along his dick before I eagerly took him back into my mouth. This time, I was bolder, moving faster, letting his dick slide in and out of my mouth.
I felt like his slut, and I loved every second of it. The way he moaned, the way his hands gripped my hair, the way I had him completely under my control. His hands tangled in my hair, pulling me closer, urging me to take more of him. I followed his lead, letting myself be lost in the sensation of him.
The taste of him, feeling his body tremble with each stroke of my tongue. He moaned louder. His grip on my hair tightened, his breath coming in ragged gasps as I worked him closer to the edge.
Then, just as he was about to cum, I pulled away, leaving him desperate, panting. His eyes were wide with a mix of frustration and need. “Don’t stop,” he gasped, his voice thick with desire. But I had my plan. I stroked him slowly, firmly, teasing him, watching his body twitch as he fought to stay in control.
“Shower your love on me, Sir,” I whispered, my voice low and wicked.
When his release finally came, I was ready. I took every drop of him on my skin, feeling him spill across my boobs, hot and messy. My body shivered as I let him mark me, a physical reminder of the passion we shared.
With a mischievous smile, I kissed his dick and said, “You’ve made me yours, always.” I murmured, my eyes locking with his, a wicked glint dancing in my gaze.
To be continued.
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Next Part: Lessons of Desire – Part 2