Hi, mera naam Raj Malhotra hai, aur yeh meri bilkul sachchi kahani hai jo do saal pehle Mumbai mein hui thi. Main tab 25 saal ka tha, ek private company mein job karta tha, lekin career switch ke liye evening college mein MBA ke preparatory course join kiya tha. Middle-class family se hoon – papa retired bank manager, maa school teacher, aur main akela beta. Course mein ek subject tough tha – advanced economics – toh college ne recommend kiya private tuition ke liye. Teacher ka naam tha Mrs. Shruti Kapoor, lagbhag 35-36 saal ki, married, husband corporate job mein busy rehta tha, ek chhoti beti thi school mein. Shruti ma'am bilkul bombshell thi – fair skin, shoulder tak kaale silky baal, sharp features, aur figure 36D-28-38, bade bade boobs jo uski tight blouses mein perfectly shape lete, aur curvy hips jo saree mein matakte. Woh mostly cotton ya chiffon sarees pehenti thi, low neck blouses, aur pallu aksar loose rehta taaki cleavage thoda dikhe. Class mein bhi sab ladke usko ghoorte the, lekin woh professional rehti thi, lekin aankhon mein ek masti thi.
Pehli tuition class uske ghar pe thi – posh Mumbai suburb mein 2BHK flat, husband out of town the often. Main nervous tha pehle din, door bell bajaya, ma'am ne khola – blue saree mein, pallu side mein, deep neck blouse se cleavage saaf. "Come in Raj, baitho," unhone smile kar kaha, perfume ki khushboo aayi – something floral aur seductive. Hum drawing room mein baith gaye, table pe books. Class shuru hui, woh explain kar rahi thi graphs aur theories, lekin main concentrate nahi kar pa raha tha – uski awaaz husky thi, baal khulte rehte, aur jab woh board pe likhti (whiteboard tha room mein), saree ka pallu sark jaata, pet aur side boob dikh jaata. Maine notice kiya woh bhi mujhe dekhti thi – lingering glances, smile jo thoda flirty thi. Class khatam hone pe unhone kaha, "Raj, you are sharp, but need focus. Next class mein better karna." Unhone mera haath shake kiya goodbye mein, touch electric tha.
Doosri class mein buildup shuru – woh closer baithi thi table pe, unki knee meri knee se touch ho rahi thi. "Raj, yeh concept samajh nahi aa raha?" unhone poocha, jhuk kar book dekhate waqt cleavage full view mein. Maine dekha, woh notice ki lekin smile kar adjust nahi kiya. Baatein personal hone lagi – unki married life, husband ka busy schedule, "Kabhi kabhi akeli feel hoti hoon ghar pe." Maine compliment diya, "Ma'am, aap itni beautiful ho, husband lucky hai." Woh hasi, "Call me Shruti when alone, ma'am formal lagta hai." Us din class ke baad chai pi, baatein ki movies, life ki. Unhone mera number liya doubts ke liye.
Teesri-fi classes mein teasing badha. Ek din heavy rain, main bheeg kar pahuncha. Woh towel di, "Change kar lo bathroom mein." Main shirt utar raha tha jab woh andar aayi towel dene – mera bare chest dekha, bite lip. "Raj, gym jaate ho na? Strong body." Phir class mein woh saree change kar aayi – red chiffon, semi-transparent, bra outline dikhti thi. Jab woh explain karti, haath mera haath touch karta. Ek baar galti se uska pallu gir gaya fully, blouse mein boobs ka shape, nipples hard dikhe AC se. Maine help kiya pallu utha kar, fingers uske boobs pe brush hue. Woh gasp ki, "Ahh Raj... careful." Lekin aankhon mein lust tha.
Buildup weeks tak chala – WhatsApp pe late night chats, doubts ke bahane sexy talks. "Raj, tumhare jaise student milte toh teaching maza aata." Maine bold hua, "Shruti, aap jaise teacher se padhna dream hai." Ek din class mein husband out of station tha, beti nani ke paas. Woh wine offer ki class ke baad, "Relax karo." Hum sofa pe baith gaye, wine pi, baatein intimate – uski loneliness, meri single life. Woh closer aayi, haath meri thigh pe. "Raj, tu kitna handsome hai, koi girlfriend nahi?" Maine uska haath pakda, "Abhi nahi, but crush hai." Woh samajh gayi, smile ki.
Tabhi tension explode hua – maine usse kiss kiya, woh respond ki passionately. Lips soft, taste wine ka, tongue wild dance. Maine uska pallu neeche kiya, blouse ke hooks khole dheere – pehla, doosra, teesra. Blouse khul gaya, black lace bra mein massive boobs. Bra utari, boobs free – perfect round, pinkish brown nipples erect. Maine dabaya, softness heaven, "Ahh Raj... choos inhe." Maine nipple muh mein liya, zor se suck, tongue swirl, bite. Salty sweat taste, uski perfume mixed. Woh moan kar rahi thi loud, "Haan student... teacher ke boobs choos... kitna achha lag raha!"
Maine uski saree utari fully – petticoat nada khola, neeche. Panty red lace, soaked wet. Panty utari, shaved choot pink lips, dripping. Scent musky arousing. Finger daali, tight warm. "Ahh Raj... finger fuck kar... haan zor se!" Do fingers fast, clit rub. Woh hips buck, "Main aa rahi hoon... ahhh first orgasm!"
Mera turn – unhone mera shirt pant utara, lund bahar – 7 inch thick, throbbing. "Kitna bada mota hai mera student ka... husband se bada." Muh mein liya, expert blowjob – deep throat, tongue head pe, balls suck. Saliva drip, gagging sound erotic.
Phir maine usse sofa pe litaya, taange failayi. Lund ragda clit pe teasing. "Daal na Raj... teacher ki choot mein student ka lund... chod mujhe!" Push kiya, andar tight grip. Thrust slow build to fast. Boobs bounce, main dabata. "Ahhh haan... zor se pel... teacher ko chod apna student!" Slap sound, moans echo flat mein.
Position change – doggy sofa pe, gaand upar perfect. Peeche se pela, thappad gaand pe. "Haan Raj... gaand maar... zor se!" Phir cowgirl – woh upar ride fast, hips grind, boobs mere muh mein. Maine neeche thrust. Woh multiple orgasms – body shake, juices flow.
Final creampie missionary deep – eye contact, "Andar bhar de Raj... creampie de teacher ko!" Maine explode kiya, hot cum fill, bahar drip.
Hum haanf rahe, entangled. "Raj, yeh regular hoga na tuition ke saath?" Uske baad har class ke baad sex – classroom roleplay, different positions, oral 69, even kitchen counter pe. Shruti ma'am ki loneliness khatam, mera fantasy pura. Yeh secret raha, lekin woh tuition meri life ka best part bana.
Pehli tuition class uske ghar pe thi – posh Mumbai suburb mein 2BHK flat, husband out of town the often. Main nervous tha pehle din, door bell bajaya, ma'am ne khola – blue saree mein, pallu side mein, deep neck blouse se cleavage saaf. "Come in Raj, baitho," unhone smile kar kaha, perfume ki khushboo aayi – something floral aur seductive. Hum drawing room mein baith gaye, table pe books. Class shuru hui, woh explain kar rahi thi graphs aur theories, lekin main concentrate nahi kar pa raha tha – uski awaaz husky thi, baal khulte rehte, aur jab woh board pe likhti (whiteboard tha room mein), saree ka pallu sark jaata, pet aur side boob dikh jaata. Maine notice kiya woh bhi mujhe dekhti thi – lingering glances, smile jo thoda flirty thi. Class khatam hone pe unhone kaha, "Raj, you are sharp, but need focus. Next class mein better karna." Unhone mera haath shake kiya goodbye mein, touch electric tha.
Doosri class mein buildup shuru – woh closer baithi thi table pe, unki knee meri knee se touch ho rahi thi. "Raj, yeh concept samajh nahi aa raha?" unhone poocha, jhuk kar book dekhate waqt cleavage full view mein. Maine dekha, woh notice ki lekin smile kar adjust nahi kiya. Baatein personal hone lagi – unki married life, husband ka busy schedule, "Kabhi kabhi akeli feel hoti hoon ghar pe." Maine compliment diya, "Ma'am, aap itni beautiful ho, husband lucky hai." Woh hasi, "Call me Shruti when alone, ma'am formal lagta hai." Us din class ke baad chai pi, baatein ki movies, life ki. Unhone mera number liya doubts ke liye.
Teesri-fi classes mein teasing badha. Ek din heavy rain, main bheeg kar pahuncha. Woh towel di, "Change kar lo bathroom mein." Main shirt utar raha tha jab woh andar aayi towel dene – mera bare chest dekha, bite lip. "Raj, gym jaate ho na? Strong body." Phir class mein woh saree change kar aayi – red chiffon, semi-transparent, bra outline dikhti thi. Jab woh explain karti, haath mera haath touch karta. Ek baar galti se uska pallu gir gaya fully, blouse mein boobs ka shape, nipples hard dikhe AC se. Maine help kiya pallu utha kar, fingers uske boobs pe brush hue. Woh gasp ki, "Ahh Raj... careful." Lekin aankhon mein lust tha.
Buildup weeks tak chala – WhatsApp pe late night chats, doubts ke bahane sexy talks. "Raj, tumhare jaise student milte toh teaching maza aata." Maine bold hua, "Shruti, aap jaise teacher se padhna dream hai." Ek din class mein husband out of station tha, beti nani ke paas. Woh wine offer ki class ke baad, "Relax karo." Hum sofa pe baith gaye, wine pi, baatein intimate – uski loneliness, meri single life. Woh closer aayi, haath meri thigh pe. "Raj, tu kitna handsome hai, koi girlfriend nahi?" Maine uska haath pakda, "Abhi nahi, but crush hai." Woh samajh gayi, smile ki.
Tabhi tension explode hua – maine usse kiss kiya, woh respond ki passionately. Lips soft, taste wine ka, tongue wild dance. Maine uska pallu neeche kiya, blouse ke hooks khole dheere – pehla, doosra, teesra. Blouse khul gaya, black lace bra mein massive boobs. Bra utari, boobs free – perfect round, pinkish brown nipples erect. Maine dabaya, softness heaven, "Ahh Raj... choos inhe." Maine nipple muh mein liya, zor se suck, tongue swirl, bite. Salty sweat taste, uski perfume mixed. Woh moan kar rahi thi loud, "Haan student... teacher ke boobs choos... kitna achha lag raha!"
Maine uski saree utari fully – petticoat nada khola, neeche. Panty red lace, soaked wet. Panty utari, shaved choot pink lips, dripping. Scent musky arousing. Finger daali, tight warm. "Ahh Raj... finger fuck kar... haan zor se!" Do fingers fast, clit rub. Woh hips buck, "Main aa rahi hoon... ahhh first orgasm!"
Mera turn – unhone mera shirt pant utara, lund bahar – 7 inch thick, throbbing. "Kitna bada mota hai mera student ka... husband se bada." Muh mein liya, expert blowjob – deep throat, tongue head pe, balls suck. Saliva drip, gagging sound erotic.
Phir maine usse sofa pe litaya, taange failayi. Lund ragda clit pe teasing. "Daal na Raj... teacher ki choot mein student ka lund... chod mujhe!" Push kiya, andar tight grip. Thrust slow build to fast. Boobs bounce, main dabata. "Ahhh haan... zor se pel... teacher ko chod apna student!" Slap sound, moans echo flat mein.
Position change – doggy sofa pe, gaand upar perfect. Peeche se pela, thappad gaand pe. "Haan Raj... gaand maar... zor se!" Phir cowgirl – woh upar ride fast, hips grind, boobs mere muh mein. Maine neeche thrust. Woh multiple orgasms – body shake, juices flow.
Final creampie missionary deep – eye contact, "Andar bhar de Raj... creampie de teacher ko!" Maine explode kiya, hot cum fill, bahar drip.
Hum haanf rahe, entangled. "Raj, yeh regular hoga na tuition ke saath?" Uske baad har class ke baad sex – classroom roleplay, different positions, oral 69, even kitchen counter pe. Shruti ma'am ki loneliness khatam, mera fantasy pura. Yeh secret raha, lekin woh tuition meri life ka best part bana.