Hari Parameshwaran Iyengar, the renowned Veena teacher, teaches music and sex to his students. Recently, one of the richest bigshot in Bangalore asked Hari to home tuition his daughter.
Hari had his own rules. Hari said, “Music is an art. You should learn it in a place where it should be taught, not where you want.” He further told the person, “I can train your daughter in a special class. Ask her to come to class at 10 am tomorrow.”
That night, Kirti texted Hari. It was obvious that Hari fell in love with her body after seeing her dp. He wanted to fuck her deep. They both flirted and had been close to sexting. But he ended the chat by asking to be prepared mentally and physically tomorrow. He wished her good night.
The next day, Hari was eagerly waiting for her. He cancelled other classes, his wife went to work, and he was all alone at home. She got out of her car, and he couldn’t take his eyes off Kirti. She entered his traditional music room.
The 19-year-old student stood before him, a vision in her half saree, a blend of modern and traditional attire that accentuated her youthful beauty. The cute boobs are the size of an apple (a little bigger). Her curves and hot waist are seen in her saree.
Hari, an alpha male in his late forties, felt a stirring in his loins. He took in the sight of this young woman, her dark eyes sparkling with curiosity and a hint of mischief.
Kirti was interested in learning that Veena noticed the intensity of Hari’s gaze. There was something primal and raw about him. An aura of dominance that both excited and intimidated her.
She had heard rumours about this Iyengar man. His reputation as a skilled musician and a lover. Now, standing in his presence, she felt a rush of anticipation.
Following Hari’s instructions, Kirti latched the door, her heart pounding. She wanted to learn music, but the sexual tension in the air was palpable. She couldn’t ignore the lustful thoughts that crept into her mind.
With a mix of boldness and nervousness, she removed her blouse, revealing her perfect, perky breasts. Hari’s breath caught in his throat at the sight. Her nipples, already hardening with anticipation, beckoned him.
Hari lay on the cot, his eyes never leaving Kirti’s body. The young girl’s gaze travelled down his athletic frame, clad in traditional attire, to the bulge beneath his kurta.
She knew he was well-endowed, and the thought of his experienced manhood made her wet with desire. Hari’s dick, an impressive 10 inches in length, stood erect, a testament to his virility.
As Kirti approached, her eyes locked with his. She saw the hunger burning in his dark orbs. She wanted to taste him, to feel the power of this man between her lips. With a sultry smile, she knelt before him.
Her long hair cascaded over her shoulders and gently tugged at the cloth of his ‘panchakacham,’ exposing his rigid shaft.
“Suck it, Kirti,” Hari growled, his voice hoarse with desire. “Show me how much you want this.” Kirti needed no further encouragement. She leaned forward, her full lips parting to take him in.
Her tongue flicked out, teasing the tip of his cock, tasting the salty pre-cum that glistened there. She moaned softly, the sensation of his hardness against her tongue sending shivers down her spine.
Hari’s eyes rolled back in pleasure as Kirti’s warm, wet mouth enveloped him. Her lips slid up and down his length, her tongue swirling and flicking, creating a rhythm that matched the pounding of his heart. She was a natural, her youthful enthusiasm and eagerness driving him wild.
“Yes, you Daddy’s little slut,” Hari hissed, his hands gripping her hair, guiding her movements. “Suck it like you mean it.”
Kirti pulled back, her eyes flashing with a mix of defiance and desire. “I know what I’m doing, you old bastard,” she whispered, her breath hot against his sensitive flesh. “I’ll show you how a young girl can please a fucker, my Daddy.”
Her words sent a jolt of excitement through Hari’s body. He loved the fire in this girl, the way she challenged him even as she submitted to his desires. He wanted to see her lose control, to watch her surrender to the raw, primal urges that consumed them both.
Kirti’s mouth descended once more, her pace increasing. She sucked harder, her lips forming a tight seal around his shaft. Her tongue danced against the sensitive underside. Her hands cupped his heavy balls, massaging them gently, eliciting a low groan from Hari.
“Fuck, you’re good,” he grunted, his hips rising to meet her mouth. “But I want more. I want to feel that tight pussy of yours.”
Kirti released his cock with a pop, a string of saliva connecting her lips to his tip. She looked up at him, her eyes gleaming with desire. “I want you inside me, Hari,” she whispered, her voice hoarse with need. “I want to feel your big dick stretching me.”
“Before that, you are going to plead to Daddy for calling me a bastard,” saying this, he pushed her head. She took the cock deep in her mouth.
He raised his hip and started fucking her mouth. She was enjoying it every time it hit her deep inside her mouth. She felt the power of him. She realized all the stories she heard about him were true.
He fucked her mouth for 5 minutes and let her be free. Hari positioned himself at the edge of the cot, his erection pointing skyward, a beacon of lust. Kirti straddled him, her naked body hovering above his.
She reached down, grasping his thick shaft, and guided it to her entrance. With a slow, deliberate movement, she impaled herself on his length, taking him deep inside her.
Her heat enveloped him, her walls clenching around his throbbing member. Hari groaned, his eyes closing as he savoured the sensation of being sheathed in her tight, wet sheath.
“You feel so fucking good,” he grunted, his hands gripping her hips, helping her set a rhythm. “Ride me, Kirti. Show me how much you want Daddy’s dick.”
Kirti began to move, her lithe body rising and falling, her breasts bouncing with each thrust. She threw her head back, her long hair flying, as she surrendered to the pleasure coursing through her.
Hari’s hands roamed her body, squeezing her breasts, pinching her nipples, driving her wild.
“Oh, my Daddy!” she cried out, her voice filled with ecstasy. “Your cock is so big, Daddy! I can’t get enough of it!”
Hari’s dominant nature emerged as he flipped them, pressing Kirti onto her back, her legs falling open in invitation. He positioned himself between her thighs, his cock sliding effortlessly into her slick channel.
“You like it rough, don’t you, little one?” he growled, his voice laced with authority. “You want me to fuck you like the slut you are?”
Kirti’s eyes widened at his words, but she nodded eagerly, her hands gripping his shoulders. “Yes, Master! Please, fuck me hard! Make me yours, Daddy, fuck me like you own this slut!”
Hari complied, withdrawing almost entirely before slamming back into her, his pace relentless. He pounded into her, his hips meeting hers with a smacking sound, their bodies slapping together in a primal rhythm.
Kirti’s cries filled the room, a mixture of pleasure and pain as Hari’s thick shaft stretched her to her limits.
“You’re so tight, Kirti,” he grunted, his breath coming in short gasps. “But you can take more. You can take all of me.”
Kirti’s body trembled as she felt Hari’s thick member pushing deeper, filling her. Her orgasm built, a rising tide of pleasure that threatened to consume her. Hari’s fingers found her pussy. His thumb rubbed the sensitive bud as he thrust, sending her over the edge.
“Cum for me, Kirti,” he commanded, his voice a raspy demand. “Let me feel your pussy, my dirty hoe, milk my cock.”
Kirti’s back arched off the cot, her body convulsing as her orgasm hit. Her walls clenched around Hari’s shaft. Her juices flowed freely as she cried out his name. “Hari, Daddy!”
Hari’s release was imminent, his balls drawing up tight. He thrust a few more times before filling her with his hot seed. As their hearts pounded and their breath slowed, they lay entangled, their bodies still joined.
Hari looked down at Kirti, his expression softening. “You’re an exceptional student, Kirti,” he said, his voice hoarse with emotion. “In more ways than one.”
Kirti smiled, her eyes sparkling with satisfaction. “And you, Hari,” she whispered, tracing his lips with her finger, “are an exceptional teacher. More than a teacher, you are a true Master, my Daddy.”
Their gazes locked, the air between them charged with unspoken words and promises of more to come. The Veena lessons had taken an unexpected turn, and neither of them could wait to explore the music of their bodies further.
Your Daddy wrote these events (true or fiction, up to you) just for your pleasure. I want only submissive Daddy-worshipping naughty Girls to contact me at [email protected]. Remember, it’s Daddy’s responsibility to give you pleasure.