I have been a temporary English tutor for private colleges. One day, I got a call from Mrs Iyer for her daughter. She was in college and wanted to learn advanced English as she was going abroad.
Mrs Iyer was a maths tutor in a college. She got good feedback on my teaching, and she requested that I give her daughter private English tuition on weekends.
I reached their house on my bike. It was a big two-storey building and a well-maintained garden.
There was a big tulsi plant outside the door, and the rangoli. In the driveway, there was a shiny white Creta. I parked and took off my helmet under the big neem tree and knocked on the door. Mrs Iyer opened the door, wearing a plain cotton saree, smiling at me.
“Thanks for coming, Arjun.”
I took off my shoes as usual. The house was cool and was tiled with Italian marble. The smell of jasmine agarbatti was still lingering in the air. “This is my daughter Diya,” Mrs Iyer gestured towards the girl at the dining table.
My throat went dry. I saw her in college. Diya was a complete bombshell, fair with a golden glow, long wavy black hair falling down her back and a killer body. Now she was in shorts, just large enough to cover her fat thighs, and in a tight white crop-top, which fitted to her huge, round breasts.
“Hi Diya,” and I stretched out my hand.
She arose very gradually, with a smile, and shook my hand. She had a soft and warm palm, and she squeezed my fingers.
“Arjun, I am going out. I will be back in an hour.”
“Ma’am, so can I come tomorrow?”
“Arjun, today is an auspicious day, you can start… I know you well.”
“Diya, take care…”
“Yes, Ma,” Diya replied.
As her mother turned, she winked at me and licked her lower lip very slowly. I was just shocked by her action as the Creta turned out of the gate. My eyes were on her heavy, soft breasts again. She looked at me for a long time.
“Sir, you are very handsome. I am jealous that you fucked my best friend Vidhya.”
“Vidhya?”
“She told me about your day…”
“Diya, Your Mom appointed me for your tuition.”
“I don’t feel like studying today, Sir. I want to do something else… something fun with you… Moreover, Mom won’t come till night… and my dad will also not come…”
She smiled, “I know you act as a good guy… but I know your secret… I want you… to feel.”
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Diya smiled, leaned against my body and in a husky voice, “I will be very good, Sir. I will obey you in this too, like you give an assignment and I complete…. but you will never forget this tuition.”
She pushed me on the couch, and she sat on my lap, facing me, her knees on either side of my hips. I froze for a moment, and I tried to steady myself.
“But I’m not like her,” her fingers brushing my shoulder. “I don’t even tell her. What happens here…” she paused, “… this will be between us.”
She seized me by the face, and kissed me, and thrust her tongue inside me. I lost all control. I was fumbling everywhere—grasping her breasts, pinching her nipples, getting her fat butt.
Diya rubbed my cock with her pussy on her shorts and sucked my tongue. I pulled her top; she was not wearing a bra, and I released her tits. I began sucking them greedily, biting one of her dark brown nipples.
“Aahhh, Sir… suck harder… bite them!”
She then knelt between my legs, unzipped my pants, and took out my cock.
“Wow, Sir… It’s so big,”
She looked at it with lust-filled eyes. Then swallowed it deep into her mouth. She tossed her head about, gasping and choking, salivating down her chin to her tits.
Her mascara started when she started to deep throat me as a pornstar. After a few minutes, she rose, pushed her shorts and panties and sat on me.
“Fuck me, Sir,” she pleaded.
I nodded, and she held my cock and slowly sank. Her narrow, dripping wet opening around my cock.
“Aaaahhh… Sir… you’re tearing me… so deep!” she moaned as she took me completely.
Diya began to ride, and her big tits were in my face. I slapped her on the ass and pushed up with great brutality, and wet slapping sounds reverberated in the living room.
“Fuck me harder, Sir!” she screamed.
My cock was creaming on her pussy. I could feel her juices down my balls. I sucked her nipples and fingered her clit as I pounded her. She reached her climax, trembling and squirting a bit, her pussy clenching my cock.
I told her, “I am near.”
She continued to ride me gradually, wringing me out.
“I can’t hold,” I closed my eyes.
And rose and took in her mouth, and I moaned and burst, thrusting rope after rope of hot cum deep in her mouth. Then she came near my ear.
“I want your cock in my ass.”
She rose, and she positioned herself to reveal to me her little pink hole. I rubbed my cock on her ass and pushed.
“Uffffff… Sir… slowly… It’s so tight…” she cried.
After fully inside, I began to fuck her more intensely. I took hold of her long hair and pulled it back roughly.
“Harder, Sir! ”
I whacked her round ass until it was as red as tomatoes, and then I fingered her clit.
“Aahhh… Sir… fuck my ass… fill it with your cum!”
I buried my cock, and with a loud moan, I emptied my second load in her ass. I pulled out, and some dripped onto the floor. Diya swung around and put her dress back.
“Sir, teach some, else you don’t have an answer to say, what you have taught me. I hope you can’t say this.”
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