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The sun had barely risen over the city of Bangalore. The scent of fresh jasmine filled the air. Kirti, dressed in a traditional silk saree entered the room with a nervous excitement. She had spent the previous night tossing and turning. Her body was still buzzing from the intense pleasure Hari had given her.
The memories of his skilled hands and the pleasure he derived from her body kept her awake. Anticipation built for their next encounter. Hari, the epitome of an Iyengar alpha male, stood by the window. The morning light outlined his muscular frame.
His dark eyes, intense and piercing, locked onto Kirti as she approached. He exuded an air of dominance and raw sexuality. It left Kirti feeling both intimidated and irresistibly drawn to him.
“Good morning, my sweet Kirti,” Hari’s deep voice rumbled, sending shivers down her spine. “Did you sleep well? I hope you’re ready for another day of Veena lessons and other pleasures.” He smiled, his eyes glinting with mischief.
Kirti’s heart raced as she nodded, her voice barely above a whisper. “Yes, Guruji. I’m ready for whatever you have in store for me.”
Hari stepped closer, his tall figure towering over her. “Excellent. You see, Kirti, the art of Veena playing is not just about music. It’s about passion, discipline, and surrender. And today, I will teach you how to surrender completely.”
As he spoke, Hari gently took Kirti’s hand and led her to the centre of the room. The soft strains of a Carnatic raga filled the air, setting the mood for their intimate session. Hari’s touch was firm yet gentle, guiding her with an air of authority.
“Surrendering is an art, my dear. It requires trust and a willingness to let go of control. And when you surrender to me, Kirti, I will show you pleasures beyond your wildest dreams.”
Kirti’s eyes widened as she felt a mix of excitement and apprehension. She had been a submissive soul, craving the guidance and dominance of a powerful man like Hari. Hari positioned her in the middle of the room, his hands on her shoulders.
He began to demonstrate the ancient dance moves that accompanied the Veena playing. His body moved with grace and power. His muscles rippled beneath his thin cotton kurta.
“Follow my lead, Kirti. Let your body move with mine. Feel the rhythm, the music, and let it guide you.”
Kirti mirrored his movements, her saree flowing around her legs as she swayed and spun. Hari’s hands slid down her arms, guiding her gestures, his touch electric against her skin. As the music intensified, so did their dance, their bodies moving in perfect harmony.
Suddenly, Hari stopped, his breath hot on her neck. “Now, Kirti, we will explore the depths of your surrender.”
With that, he turned her around, his strong hands gripping her waist. Kirti’s heart pounded as she felt his hard length pressing against her back. He bent her forward slightly, his hands now roaming over her hips and thighs, his breath hot against her ear.
“You have a beautiful body, Kirti. So young, so responsive. I’m going to enjoy every inch of you.”
His words sent a rush of heat between her legs, and she could feel her pussy growing wet with desire. Hari’s hands slid under her saree, his fingers expertly finding her damp slit. He stroked her gently, his touch sending shivers of pleasure through her body.
“Mmm, you’re so wet already, my little student. I love how responsive you are.”
Kirti moaned softly, her head falling back against his shoulder as he continued to tease her pussy, his fingers dipping inside her, exploring her tight folds.
“Please, Guruji, I need more,” she whispered, her voice hoarse with need.
Hari chuckled, his breath hot on her neck. “Oh, you will have more, my eager one. But first, I want to taste you.”
With that, he slowly lowered her to her knees, her saree pooling around her, exposing her naked body. Hari’s fingers continued to work their magic, his thumb circling her clit as he knelt behind her.
“Spread your legs wider, Kirti. Let me see that sweet pussy.”
Kirti obeyed, her face flushed with embarrassment and arousal. Hari’s eyes darkened with desire as he gazed at her exposed sex. Her pink lips glistened with her juices.
“Such a beautiful sight. I’m going to devour you, Kirti.”
He leaned forward, his tongue tracing a path up her inner thigh, making her squirm with anticipation. His mouth hovered over her pussy, his hot breath teasing her sensitive skin.
“Please, Guruji. I can’t wait any longer,” she pleaded.
Hari chuckled, the sound deep and gravelly. “Impatient, are we? But I want to savour this moment.”
Then, with precision and skill, he plunged his tongue into her wetness, licking and sucking at her swollen clit. Kirti cried out, her body shaking as waves of pleasure washed over her.
Hari’s tongue was relentless, his mouth devouring her. His fingers continued to work her pussy, bringing her closer and closer to the edge.
“Oh, Guruji, I’m going to cum!” she cried, her body arching as the orgasm built.
Hari showed no mercy, his tongue flicking faster, his fingers thrusting deeper, driving her over the edge. Kirti came with a loud moan, her body trembling as the orgasm ripped through her. Hari lapped at her juices, his hands holding her steady as the waves of pleasure continued to wash over her.
As her breathing slowed, Hari stood and gently helped her to her feet. His hard cock strained against his pants. Kirti could see the bulge, her mouth watering at the sight.
“Now, Kirti, it’s time for your next lesson. We will explore the depths of your tiny ass.”
Kirti’s eyes widened, a mix of excitement and nervousness flitting across her face. She had never been taken anally. The thought of Hari’s thick cock penetrating her there both thrilled and scared her.
Hari smiled, sensing her hesitation. “Don’t worry, my sweet. I will prepare you. And I promise the pleasure will be worth any initial discomfort.”
He led her to a nearby couch, his hands caressing her body as they moved. Once they were settled, Hari gently removed her saree, leaving her completely naked. His eyes roamed over her body, taking in every curve and dip, his gaze filled with appreciation and lust.
“You are a vision, Kirti. Now, let’s prepare you for my cock.”
He leaned forward and kissed her deeply. His tongue explored her mouth as his hands roamed over her breasts, pinching her nipples to hardness. Kirti moaned into his mouth, her body already responding to his touch.
Hari broke the kiss and moved down her body. His lips trailed kisses along her neck and chest until he reached her swollen breasts. He sucked and nibbled at her nipples. His hands were now sliding down to her pussy. His fingers once again delved into her wetness.
“Mmm, you’re so wet, Kirti. So responsive. I love how much you enjoy this.”
He continued to pleasure her, his fingers working her pussy while his mouth teased her nipples, driving her wild with desire. Kirti’s hips bucked against his hand, her body craving more.
“Please, Guruji. I need your cock,” she begged, her voice breathless.
Hari chuckled, his hands moving to her ass, his fingers gently probing her tight hole. “Patience, my eager student. We will get there. But first, I want to make sure you’re ready.”
He retrieved a small bottle of oil from the side table and poured a generous amount onto his fingers. Kirti watched, her heart racing, as he gently massaged the oil into her ass, his touch both soothing and arousing.
“Relax, Kirti. Breathe. I want you to enjoy this.”
His fingers slowly penetrated her, stretching her gently, his other hand continuing to work her pussy, ensuring she stayed on the edge of pleasure. Kirti’s body tensed and then relaxed as she surrendered to his touch, her breath coming in short gasps.
“That’s it, my girl. You’re doing wonderfully.”
Hari continued to prepare her, his fingers moving in and out, slowly stretching her, his thumb occasionally circling her clit to keep her on the brink of release. Kirti’s body trembled, her mind torn between the intense pleasure and the anticipation of what was to come.
“Now, Kirti, I’m going to take you. Are you ready for my cock?”
Kirti nodded, her eyes glazed with desire. “Yes, Guruji. Please, fuck me. I need to feel you inside me.”
Hari positioned himself behind her, his thick cock glistening with pre-cum. He guided the head of his dick to her oiled hole, slowly pushing forward, his breath coming in short pants.
“Breathe, Kirti. Relax and let me in.”
Kirti took a deep breath, her body relaxing as she felt the pressure of his cockhead breaching her tight entrance. Hari pushed slowly, inch by inch, his hands gripping her hips, his breath hot on her neck.
“Oh, fuck, you’re so tight, Kirti. So fucking tight.”
His words spurred him on, and he thrust forward, filling her. Kirti gasped, her body adjusting to the invasion. The sensation was both intense and overwhelming. Hari held still, giving her a moment to acclimate to his size.
“You’re doing great, my girl. Now, let’s see how deep I can go.”
With that, he began to move, his thick cock sliding in and out of her tight channel, his balls slapping against her clit with each thrust. Kirti cried out, her body adjusting to the unfamiliar sensation, the pleasure building with each stroke.
“Yes, Guruji! Fuck me! Fill me with your cock!”
Hari obliged, his pace increasing, his hands gripping her hips tightly as he pounded into her. Kirti’s body responded, her pussy clenching around his fingers as he continued to stimulate her clit, bringing her closer to another climax.
“Cum for me, Kirti. Let me feel your pussy squeeze my fingers as I fuck your ass.”
His words pushed her over the edge, and she came hard, her body shaking as the orgasm ripped through her. Hari’s cock pounded into her relentlessly, his pleasure building as he felt her tighten around him.
“Fuck, Kirti! I’m gonna cum!”
He thrust hard, his cock buried deep within her. With a guttural groan, he emptied his load, filling her ass with his hot cum. Kirti cried out, her body trembling as she felt his release, the sensation of being filled pushing her over the edge once more.
As their breathing slowed, Hari gently withdrew from her, his hands caressing her body. He helped her to her feet, his eyes filled with satisfaction and desire.
“You were incredible, Kirti. The way you surrendered to me. It was exquisite.”
Kirti smiled, her body still buzzing with pleasure. “Thank you, Guruji. I never knew sex could be so… transformative.”
Hari chuckled, his eyes twinkling. “There’s much more to learn, my dear. And I promise, the lessons will only get better.”
As they dressed, Hari’s eyes never left Kirti’s body, his lust for her growing with each passing moment. He knew this was just the beginning of their intense, passionate affair. He couldn’t wait to explore every inch of her willing body.
The rest of the day passed in a blur of music lessons and stolen moments of passion. Hari and Kirti’s connection deepened, their lust burning brighter with each encounter. And as the sun set, they both knew that their story was far from over.
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