Previous Part: I am all yours, Sir!
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.
Rohan sir’s lips were on my skin, moving over my body with such devotion. Every touch, every press of his lips sent sparks through me. His hands traced my curves with a tenderness that held me captive, pressing, cupping, and savouring my boobs.
His mouth covered my nipples, warm and full. He alternated between gentle flicks and slow, sensual sucks like he was intent on exploring every sensation he could give me. I felt him trying to take as much of my boobs in his mouth as he could. His tongue traced circles that made me shiver under the fan’s cool breeze.
I was somewhere between wanting to pull him closer and letting him lead the way. My body arched up to meet his mouth as I surrendered to each deliberate touch. Every lick made my skin tingle with pleasure, leaving my mind spinning and my heart pounding.
Lost in him, I could only close my eyes. My fingers tangled in his hair as I let myself be taken by the moment I’d dreamed of. He was turning it into something beyond even my wildest fantasies. He kissed, licked, and sucked my boobs in ways I knew others only dreamed of.
My mind raced with questions. Was this really the moment I’d craved all along? Somehow, Rohan sir, with his quiet, commanding presence, made it all feel natural. Without a hint of hesitation, I’d offered him my body, my trust, my respect, and maybe even more.
There was something different, something irresistible, about being with a man like him. It was his maturity, his quiet confidence, the way he moved with purpose, making every touch, every look count. He knew exactly how to make me feel safe, adored, and daring all at once.
And then, there was something about the place, about this bed, that made it all even more thrilling. I pulled him up and kissed him fiercely, unable to contain the rush of excitement that surged through me. After all, he was the man I’d fantasized about, the one I’d spent so many nights imagining.
As he kissed my boobs, navel, and waist with unrestrained passion, I felt his hands move skilfully, unbuttoning my jeans and gently pulling down the zipper. My mind was racing—is this really happening? Here I was, about to be completely exposed for the first time.
It was with him, the mature man I’d dreamed about endlessly. He didn’t rush, taking his time, his lips brushing over my neck, trailing down to my shoulders. He kissed lower on my navel and waist. When he finally began sliding my jeans down, I felt myself lifting my hips instinctively.
I wanted nothing more than to feel his hands on every inch of me. In one smooth motion, he eased them off. I was left in nothing but my black polka-dotted panties, feeling more vulnerable and exhilarated than ever. His eyes held a wild yet romantic spark.
He took in the sight of me lying there, just in my panties. He smiled, his gaze never leaving mine as he moved down. To my surprise, he gave a soft kiss to my feet. I couldn’t hold back a laugh as his lips brushed against my toes. The ticklish sensation made me shiver.
Then, slowly, he began to suck each toe, his touch reverent, as though he was worshipping every inch of my body. The feeling was beyond anything I’d ever imagined. He was treating me like I was precious, loving every part of me. His kisses trailed up my legs until he reached my inner thighs.
His lips brushed against the sensitive skin there. Instinctively, I closed my thighs around him, capturing his face between them. But he didn’t stop. If anything, he leaned into it, his lips pressing, his tongue gently licking. His teeth grazed my skin just enough to send waves of pleasure through me.
How amazing! This 32-year-old married man loved every part of me with a skill and tenderness that felt surreal and intoxicating. The way he touched me was overwhelming. He was so careful, yet so wild. He knew just how far to go to make me feel cherished and completely desired.
I couldn’t even think of stopping him. I didn’t want to. This was exactly what I had wished for, what I had imagined in my wildest dreams. He turned me over. I felt his warm lips pressing against my ass through my thin, polka-dot panties. My heart raced—it was surreal that he was kissing me there.
That part of me had drawn so much attention but had never been touched like this. I felt a rush of excitement. He slid my panties down, leaving me exposed, vulnerable, but thrilled. He ran his hands over my bare ass, kissing and biting gently.
Then he kissed my ass and licked my ass crack, squeezing my ass curves with a hunger that made me shiver. “Aah, Sir! Fuck!” All I could do was moan with pleasure. He turned me around, his gaze darkening as he took in the sight of my bare, untouched body.
His eyes travelled down, lingering at the sight of my clean, virgin pussy. His fingers reached out, brushing over my most sensitive spot. My breath caught at the first gentle touch of his fingertips on my pussy, sparking a shiver down my spine.
I instinctively placed my hand over his, pressing it closer, unable to contain the intense wave of pleasure that surged through me. I moaned his name louder than I meant to, “Rohan, Sir!” He paused, letting his fingers brush over me in a slow, teasing circle.
He leaned closer and whispered, “Tell me, Pooja, you’ve imagined my hand here on your pussy many times, haven’t you?” His voice held that playful edge, daring me to admit what he already knew.
My face flushed, and I managed a soft “Yes, sir,” unable to meet his gaze. But he didn’t stop. “And what else have you imagined?” he continued, his tone both gentle and intoxicating.
“You know, sir,” I replied shyly, feeling the heat rise inside me. “I don’t have to say it anymore.”
He chuckled, not letting me off the hook so easily. “Pooja,” he persisted, “have you imagined losing your virginity to me?” His words sent a thrill through me. I couldn’t hold his gaze any longer. I hid my face, feeling my cheeks burn as the weight of my desires became real.
With my eyes closed, I couldn’t see what he was planning, but then—oh my god—I felt the warmth of his lips pressing gently, intimately against my pussy. His mouth traced a line over my sensitive skin, kissing me softly and lingering there, drawing me into a blissful haze.
“Oh no, Sir,” I gasped, my body arching as I moaned his name, “Rohan Sir!” This was a pleasure on a level I’d never known, a moment that took me beyond all those fantasies. The rush, the softness of his lips, and the feeling of finally surrendering to him—it was more than anything I’d ever dreamed.
Instead of pulling away, I let my legs fall open wider, inviting him deeper, giving him full access to my pussy. The thrill of it all surged in me as he pressed his lips to my pussy lips, but not in any ordinary way. His mouth met my wetness with a hunger that made me shiver.
He kissed me slowly, deliberately, as if savouring every part of me. His touch sent a bolt of pleasure that I felt down to my toes. “Aah, Sir! I feel so good, Sir,” I moaned, moaned, and just moaned. His tongue traced along my pussy, warm and wet, teasing and tasting.
He wanted to know me in ways no one else ever would. Then, aligning his mouth perfectly, he pressed his lips against my pussy lips in a deep, intense kiss. His tongue explored me with the same passion and rhythm as a lover’s kiss.
The sensation was wild, seductive. Everything I’d ever dreamed of—he was consuming me. I loved every second of it. My body responded to every move he made, arching up, meeting him halfway as if we were two parts meant to be together.
The way he licked, nibbled, and sucked made me feel exposed yet adored, vulnerable yet powerful. It was wild, almost dirty, yet incredibly intimate. He was tasting a secret part of me that no one else had. I could feel the tension building, the ache for more.
He took his time. I couldn’t help but wish this would never end. This was everything I’d craved and more, and I was lost in every exquisite second. Rohan sir looked up to me, his voice gentle but filled with intent. “Pooja, this might hurt a little. You can stop me anytime.”
But the words escaped my lips before I even realized, “I don’t want you to stop, sir. Do whatever you want. I’m all yours tonight.” That unexpected boldness shocked me, but in that moment, it felt completely right. His touch had dissolved every boundary, every hesitation.
He gazed at me with a mix of admiration and desire before gently pressing his finger against my entrance. The initial stretch pained just a little as he slid his index finger inside my pussy. I squeezed my eyes shut, breathing through the new sensation.
Rohan sir held his finger still, allowing me to adjust. His other hand resting soothingly on my boobs, and his lips still kissing my pussy and tongue licking it. The warmth of his touch grounded me, reassuring me that I was in safe hands. Gradually, the pain softened, and my body welcomed his touch.
He began to move, stroking his finger slowly in and out. Each motion sent waves of pleasure that drowned any lingering discomfort. The way he moved felt as if he was making love to me with just his finger. Just when I thought it couldn’t get any better, he leaned down.
His lips returned to my pussy, kissing and sucking with a rhythm that matched each stroke of his finger. He was everywhere—inside me, on me, all around me. I was lost in the feeling of getting loved by the man of my dreams. With every stroke and every kiss, he pushed me to the edge.
Filling me with a pleasure so intense I couldn’t imagine wanting anything more. There was nothing left between us, no holding back. Just him, guiding me through waves of pleasure, each one more intense than the last. Rohan sir’s gaze was hot and exciting as he hovered over me.
His fingers moved slowly, deliciously inside me. “I’ve imagined this, Pooja,” he whispered, voice thick with desire, “Having you like this, seeing you completely surrender. And now you’re here, my beautiful girl, all mine today.”
Hearing him say that, I felt a shiver down my spine. “I am sir all yours. I’ve wanted this so badly. I have imagined you, too.” I managed, my voice barely above a whisper, breathless from his touch. He leaned down, his lips brushing just beneath my ear.
“Good. I have imagined you so much while fucking my wife. Now, I plan to make every one of those fantasies come true.” His words sent a thrill straight through me, leaving me trembling beneath him.
“But I need to know, have you imagined me like this, my fingers deep inside you, naked on my bed?”
I bit my lip, my cheeks heating, but I nodded, my hands gripping his shoulders as his touch grew more intense. “Yes, sir. I imagined all of this. But this reality is so much better,” I gasped, my body arching under him.
He chuckled softly, his lips tracing a line down my neck. “Then tell me what you want. I want to hear you say it, Pooja.” I closed my eyes, feeling a surge of boldness as his fingers moved deeper. “I want you, sir. Please take me completely. Take my virginity.”
He groaned softly at that, his hand slipping from my waist to cup my cheek, lifting my face to meet his intense gaze. “This is the best gift that I will ever get.” Then he pressed his lips to mine, a wild, deep kiss that felt like everything I’d ever wanted.
He moved back down, his mouth tracing over my bare skin, planting kisses that felt like fire. I felt I might burst from the heat building between us. He grinned up at me with that playful look, his hand teasingly still. “Ready for more, my girl?”
“Yes, Rohan sir,” I whispered, barely holding myself together. Rohan sir removed his clothes, leaving him in just his underwear. My eyes travelled over him. A smile tugged at my lips, my gaze filled with hunger and excitement. The air around us felt charged like we had both been waiting for this very moment.
He moved close, wrapping me in his arms once again, and kissed me deeply. I felt his warm, bare skin pressed against mine. The sensation was overwhelming. Our bodies joined together, skin against skin, igniting something raw and powerful inside me.
I kissed him back, my lips tracing over his face, down his chest. Over his shoulders, exploring him in a way that I’d only dared to imagine. Rohan sir’s breathing deepened. I let this wilder side of me show, each kiss filled with the passion I’d been holding back.
I could feel his heart racing beneath my touch. His hands moved over my back, waist and boobs in response. He was savouring every part of this moment just as much as I was. The tension built between us, and I knew this was exactly what I’d been yearning for.
With a playful glint in his eyes, Rohan sir took my hand and placed it on his dick over his underwear. My heart raced—this was my first time touching, even holding, a man like this. I was nervous, unsure of what to do, so I just let my hand rest there, feeling the warmth radiate through the fabric.
He looked down at me, his lips curling into a teasing smile. “Go on, Pooja,” he whispered with a mischievous tone. “Play with it. It’s a toy every girl secretly loves.” His words made me blush. But I could feel a boldness rising within me, a part of me that wanted to explore this new experience.
Gently, I started moving my hand along him, feeling the shape and firmness beneath my fingers. He closed his eyes and let out a soft sigh, clearly enjoying my touch. Encouraged, I moved a bit more confidently, tracing my fingers along him, trying to understand what felt good.
He let out a low groan, and I realized just how much he was enjoying this. His pleasure made me bolder, and as I continued, I felt a thrill from making him feel good, from exploring this side of intimacy I’d never known. It was exhilarating, knowing he wanted me just as much as I wanted him.
Rohan sir’s eyes met mine, a glimmer of anticipation in them as he asked softly, “Would you like to feel it without anything in between?” His voice was gentle yet filled with that undeniable pull. I found myself nodding, unable to look away from him. My curiosity and excitement overcame any shyness.
Slowly, he removed his underwear, letting himself be fully revealed to me. He took my hand, guiding it to him, placing my fingers around his warm dick. The feeling was so new, so real. It was a mix of awe and fascination.
I wrapped my hand around him, marvelling at the softness of his skin, yet the strength underneath. He smiled, sensing my nervous excitement, and leaned in to whisper, “Move your hand slowly, like this.” He guided me, showing me how to slide my hand up and down.
“Just like that. It makes a man feel really good.” His words, combined with the warmth and pulse beneath my hand, made the experience intimate and special. With each movement, I became more confident, watching his face as I followed his guidance.
The way he reacted to the small sounds he made only encouraged me to keep going. To explore this new connection. It felt intimate and thrilling, knowing I was the one making him feel this way. Learning and discovering together in this unforgettable moment.
As he loved my touch on his dick, his excitement grew manifold. He pushed me onto the bed and lowered himself on me. His lips captured mine in a deep, passionate kiss. His hand moved to my inner thigh, fingers slipping between my legs, finding my wetness.
His fingers pressed against my entrance, sliding slowly inside, filling me with a sensation that made me moan into his mouth. His mouth moved over my breasts again, kissing and sucking eagerly. His fingers worked their magic, moving deeper, pushing me toward a blissful edge.
I felt him push two fingers inside my pussy, stretching it, and the sensation was intense. His fingers moved inside me, matching the rhythm of my strokes on him. It was like we were lost in a rhythm of our own, caught in the heat of the moment.
His mouth captured mine again, his tongue exploring me as our bodies moved in sync. I was exactly where I wanted to be, experiencing all I had dreamed of and more. The intensity of his touch, the hunger in his eyes. The thrill of feeling him against me, bare and vulnerable, made every moment unforgettable.
A heated pressure started building deep inside me. A tight, overwhelming sensation that grew with each stroke of his fingers, each kiss. My breathing quickened. My fingers tightened around his throbbing length. I stroked him more firmly, every nerve in my body alive and buzzing.
Sensing my need, Rohan sir’s hand moved faster, his fingers pushing deeper. His thumb presses down in just the right way. I could feel the orgasm coming closer, the sensation winding tighter inside me. My body arched involuntarily, pressing into his hand as waves of pleasure crested within me.
“Oh, Rohan sir!” I gasped, my voice breaking as the release hit me hard, making me shudder. He kept up his rhythm, guiding me through every pulse of pleasure, his name spilling from my lips. I surrendered fully to the orgasm. The intensity of it washed over me.
Leaving me trembling and breathless and my mind blank with bliss. He watched me with that gaze, a smile of satisfaction as he took in every reaction, every moan. It was the best release I’d ever felt—raw, real, and with him, more perfect than I could have imagined.
After catching my breath, my hand still wrapped around his dick, Rohan sir looked down at me and asked, “Would you like to have a taste of your new toy, Pooja?” he asked, his voice a low, seductive murmur. I felt a blush rise to my cheeks, but I nodded shyly.
“I’ll try,” I said, “but I’m not sure I’ll be able to do it like you did with me.” He smiled, brushing his hand gently along my cheek. “Just give it a try,” he whispered. I moved between his legs, bringing myself closer to his hard length, feeling the heat radiate from him.
The scent was unfamiliar, a little musky, but somehow intoxicating. With a flutter of nerves and excitement, I leaned in, pressing a soft, tentative kiss on the tip. His deep moan filled the room. His hand resting on my shoulder as he said, “Wow, Pooja. That’s so good, just like that.”
His encouragement made me bolder. I let my lips travel down the length of his shaft, leaving soft, shy kisses along his skin. The way he watched me, the way he seemed to enjoy each touch—it made me feel daring like I could do anything he wanted.
But as much as I tried to gather the courage, I hesitated. I looked up, a bit embarrassed. “Maybe I’m not ready to take you in my mouth,” I admitted, a hint of worry in my voice. He immediately pulled me up, wrapping his arms around me in a comforting, tight embrace.
“That’s alright, Pooja,” he whispered, pressing a kiss to my forehead. His patience and understanding were what made me feel so safe with him, so cherished. We stayed there in each other’s arms, his warmth surrounding me. I realized just how much this connection meant.
In that charged silence, I lay there, naked in every way—not only in my body but also in my emotions and desires, stripped of the shyness that usually held me back.
I felt like a completely different person, worlds apart from the quiet, reserved girl my college friends knew. Here, with him, I felt bolder than I ever thought possible.
To be continued!
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