Seducing My School Teacher
horny, hot, indian

Hi naughty girls and dirty men ! I’m a twenty-one year old guy from Chennai. I’m tall slim and sexy :p girls and a woman who would love to get laid with a sensual animal ping me on [email protected] This is about how I met my school teacher at the alumni party and seduced her for sex. This happened a week back and I could stop sharing it. I work as an it professional in Chennai. I had been invited to an alumni party in my school. I was not very excited about going there because though the school was a reputed one but I had never liked it. But still, I wanted to go because I was longing for that nostalgia rush since I hadn’t visited the school for a long time. The party was set to begin at 4 in the evening and scheduled to end by 8. As usual, I overslept that day and woke up late. I rushed to the bathroom, trimmed my beard, scrubbed my face and took a shower. I wore a tight formal outfit since it was a school party. I started at 3 30 from my place. It would take around an hour to reach my school. I was worried about being late because I wasn’t sure if I would have company. I had this fear because I hadn’t communicated much to my school friends since I left school. After a quick drive, I reached school. My school is situated in a green area in Adyar. After reaching school I tried calling one of my friends but he dint pick … So I decided do go inside. Usually, parties are organized in the auditorium. So I directly went to the auditorium. I sat down in the last row and waited for my friends to arrive. There were only a few who had arrived by that time and I knew none of them.. It was 4 45 already and the party hadn’t started. So i decided to leave. I came out and walked towards the parking. I had a look towards the main building and I badly wanted a walk around the school. So I went to the main building and I was walking towards the staff room to see if anyone was around. But the staff room was locked. There was a teacher’s restroom next to the staff room in the corner. I saw my English teacher Roshni dressed up in a purple saree and she had probably used the restroom to get her make up done . I was standing right before the staff room that she had to cross me to leave. I moved backwards while she crossed me and she passed by after glancing at me. Then she suddenly stopped and turned back and asked me if I was cucumber ( :p my name on iss?) I said yes and asked her how she was doing. She told she was great and asked me if I was here for the party. I said yes .She asked me to leave the party and told that she would join after meeting the principal and left. Now talking about Sindhu mam she was a steaming hot woman.she was around 32 years old with golden white complexion. She had a slim waist that she had been maintaining right from when I was in school. Her eyes were so big and appealing just like brown bees that a single stare from her could make poor school guys aroused instantly. She was 5′ 5 with 34 – 26 – 36 vital stats :* When i was in school I used to stare at her hip and always wanted to tickle her . She used to like me a lot in school because I would never fail to impress her with my essays and assignments. I was excited about meeting her but nothing dirty had come up in my mind. I started heading to the auditorium and sat down. The party had already began and somebody was talking about their days at the school to which I was very bored listening to. I was sitting in the middle rows and there weren’t hardly anybody in my row. Suddenly I saw someone stunning on the stage. It was Roshni mam. She was wearing a transparent purple saree with deep sleeveless blouse. Her transparent her reveal her navel . She had wrapped the saree so low that her ass was bumping out like burger buns ( yummy and with a little crunches on it). I was constantly staring at her but she couldn’t notice me since the everywhere other than the stage was dark. I kept looking at her while she was delivering a speech. So after the speech was over I decided to have dinner and went to the dining area outside. The dining area was on the ground. It was very dark and covered by lot of trees. The place was lit with a yellow light that they usually rent for parties. I was standing with a friend and was talking about the way the school has changed. Suddenly someone called me from behind. With a touch I could find out it was a soft luscious woman. I turned back and I could see Roshni mam.. I was intoxicated for a minute.she was so sexy that her skin was glowing golf because of the yellow light and her sweat. She was standing like a goddess in front of me. She asked me if I liked the food . I said yes and started chatting with her. I never forgot to stare at her while talking to her. It was a deep round innie navel which consists of a vertical slit with a skin fold at the top making it look like an umbrella. Well, basically navel flesh with bumps and creases, EXTREMELY SEXY ! I was so turned on after seeing it and wanted to already feel it for atleast a second. I was refilling my plate while she asked me to serve a portion of paneer makhani for her. I picked up some gravy and put it on her plate. She accidentally dropped the plate on herself that the gravy spilled on her saree. There was gravy all over her saree under her boobs covering almost all of her waist. She moaned of pain as the gravy was warm. I immediately took some tissues and offered them to her. She started wiping it but couldn’t do it with two hands because there was so much gravy that the tissues became soggy very soon. So I asked her if I could help her. She said yes please. I took some tissues and followed her to a tap in the corner of the ground. I opened the tap for her and she was cleaning her saree. she took a handful of water and dropped it on her breasts and stated wiping with a tissue. This turned me on so much ..I was staring at her fantastic tits that looked like large sized cheese balls to me. She had a very deep cleavage that could be seen through the wet saree. I was enjoying this sight but she suddenly caught me staring. I gently looked away .she came near me and said she’s done and we can go. I stared at her body since I got a chance now to see if she’s fully cleaned up :p while I was glancing at her I could see some gravy filled inside her deep navel. I must tell you the fact that I simply love to taste navels. The more complicated it smells the more I like it. And I must say that I love paneer makhani even more. So you might be guessing what would have gone through I’m my mind. All I could think of was to taste it. I told Roshni mam that there still some gravy on her stomach and without wasting time I put my index finger inside her navel and took it on my finger. She was so stunned that she didn’t even move. I then put my index finger in my mouth and sucked the gravy with my ????. She was shocked to see this and she started breathing heavily. I didn’t want to get into any problem so to ease the situation I told I like the taste of this so much that I wanted to have it. I don’t know what she exactly thought. She just said okay. We started walking towards the parking. Her house was nearby in the green locality so I offered to drop her. She simply said yes and sat on my bike. My bike has a tall pillion seat that the person sitting in the back either had to hold me or lean on me. She sat on it like how any sexy girl would sit and held me on my shoulders. I then started the bike and we were riding on a dark road with trees on both sides. I was riding a bit fast that I failed to notice a bump on the road. Since it was very dark I located it when I was very near to it and hence I applied a sharp brake. She hit me on my back with her boobs. I don’t know to explain that feel of her boobs getting squeezed between my back and her. So as we kept riding on I could see that we both were closer than how we started. I could feel her nipple growing hard. They brushed against my back and I was praying to suck them. Then we reached her house. She got down and said thank you. I said it’s always a pleasure ma’am. She told me it was nice meeting you after a long time and I’m looking forward to meet you again soon. I said sure mam and left. I couldn’t stop thinking about her after that. So I decided to meet her the next day somehow. Her husband owns a gift shop in that area and she comes to the shop at times ( she usually comes there to tease people I guess ) I checked out if she’s in the shop but she wasn’t around. I then travelled towards her house seeing if I could find her. To my surprise, I saw her walking towards the shop. I immediately rushed out of her sight and left. I returned to the shop after half an hour. Roshni was working in the gift shop when I called in to see her. The first thing I noticed was the sheen of sweat on her brown face, then the light in her eyes as she saw me. “Hi!” she sang. Roshni’s face was gorgeous beyond words. Eyes glittering black, like polished coals; highlighted by the thick black bars of her eyebrows. Her eyebrows were superb: at the bridge of the nose, they were perhaps a centimeter wide, the hairs strong and black, and the thickness was maintained until, near her temples, they tapered neatly, almost ruler-perfect. There were soft, downy hairs above her lip, an irresistible, cute moustache, and longer, fluffier hairs down either side of her jaw. Her long, rich black hair was pulled back, fastened neatly on top of her head. She wore her usual shop clothing: a white sleeveless blouse that left her shoulders and arms bare. And that was no bad thing: shining with sweat, her arms were beautiful. Graceful, slender, shaped by slim and feminine muscle: firm shoulders, the long taper of her forearm softened with fine black hairs to her wrists. Her upper arms and shoulders were fuzzed with tiny hairs that stood constantly like the bristles of a brush. Against the brown of her skin, her crisp white blouse was a superb contrast. It was clear that she wasn’t wearing a bra — there was no need, her breasts were tiny, just tiny buds at the apex of her ribcage — her brown-black nipples, like hard blackcurrents, were visible through the white of her blouse, darkly poking bumps in the cotton. She wore a mini-skirt, A-line, below which her magnificent, gleaming legs stretched to strappy high-heel shoes. Her thighs, muscled and slender: her calves, long and sleek, slim ankles, dainty feet with red-painted toenails. “Oh, it’s so hot, today!” Roshni complained and put up both hands to air out her armpits. It was then that I saw the condition of her blouse: there were huge circles of sweat under the arms, the cotton soaked. Poor Roshni must have been very uncomfortable. Raising her arms had bared her heavy-hair-matted armpits; the dense black bushes slicked as if with glue to the skin. The aroma of her sweat reached me, musky and sexy. “You’re so gorgeous when you sweat,” I told her. “It’s okay for you,” she grumbled. “I have a break, soon. Wait for me out the back.” The office, behind the service counter, had a two-way mirror. Safely concealed behind it, I had an excellent view of Roshni as she served. I could see the gloss of sweat beneath the fine dark hairs at the nape of her neck. A customer arrived, and Roshni started gift-wrapping his purchase. She was a wonder to watch; the shine of her bare skin, the sweat-circles under her arms. She smiled and chatted with the customer: I saw her smile, the shine of her white teeth. Finally, the shop was empty, and Roshni hurried through into the office. “Oh!” she exclaimed. “So hot!” She clasped her hands on top of her head to ventilate her armpits again, and from where I sat I had the best possible view of her sweat-circled blouse, her shining arms, the plastered hair in her armpits. “You,” I told her, standing, “are utterly gorgeous.” Still, with her arms raised, Roshni lifted her face for my kiss. She was eager and hungry, her full and chocolate-sweet lips soft against mine, her pink tongue urgently probing inside my mouth. I lightly closed my hands around her shoulders, so that I could lightly squish my thumbs through the wet hair of her armpits: it felt like hot, wet wool. Breaking from our kiss, Roshni sighed in ecstasy. I put one wet thumb to her lips, and she hungrily sucked her own salty and sour sweat. In the heat of this tiny room, her aroma was strong, heady, and sexual, enough to make my head spin. As I watched, Roshni slid down my body, to kneel at my feet. She unfastened my jeans and eased out my cock. Bliss swept over me as her hot, wonderful mouth closed over my penis, taking it as deeply as she could. Just the sight of her, sweaty, on her knees, her brown skin and dark eyebrows, eyes closed, and her dark-chocolate lips wrapped around me, sliding back and forth, a heavenly blow-job the way only Roshni could do. The sequins of perspiration glinted in the fluff of her tiny moustache. I put my hands on the shoulders of her blouse, feeling her hot, damp skin through the cotton. She wrapped her furry arms around my hips, taking my cock so deeply into her mouth that I was hitting the back of her throat. I fucked her beautiful face like that for ages. Her tongue, flat, caressed the underside of my cock with every pass so that gradually I felt the unstoppable building pressure deep in my groin. Roshni sensed it, and slowed down, her mouth moving smoothly along the length of my shaft, so that the tension built further and further, until I was shaking, weak at the knees. With a gasp, I came inside her mouth, shooting everything I had into her, and she swallowed it all, still pumping me until I was completely empty. She finished by licking my cock from tip to base, enjoying every moment, aroused but making herself wait for the reward that would be hers. Another customer entered the shop, so Roshni hurried out, straightening her skirt. It was a man, and I watched his reaction, through the office window, as he saw her. Naturally, he was impressed by her dark beauty. I saw the T-mark of sweat in the back of her blouse as she stood, chatting to him. After a short time, he asked about a product and pointed to a pepper-grinder on a high shelf. Roshni was forced to stand on tip-toes and reach up to fetch the pepper-grinder down: as her lithe body stretched, the man stood beside her, his eyes feasting on her. His eyes travelled up her brown and shapely legs, her beautiful tight arse in its little black skirt, her slim waist. He could not have missed the huge circles of sweat under her arms, nor the thick bushes of hair in her armpits as she stretched. Her odour must have filled the air, and he seemed to be utterly seduced by it. When she handed him the grinder, he was looking straight down at her blouse, the twin swells of her tiny breasts and the unmistakable bumps her dark nipples made in the cotton. I wasn’t the only one getting turned on: when Roshni walked back towards the counter, he slipped a hand into his pocket, still staring at her, and I knew it wasn’t a wallet he played with. Roshni rang up the till and bagged the pepper-grinder, and wished the customer good-bye, then leaned forward as he said something quietly to her. Her response was to shake her head, and he smiled, shrugged, and left the store. A moment later, Roshni was back in the office with me. There were droplets of sweat along her hairline, clustered in the barely-there fluff of her little mustache. “That guy asked me out on a date,” she explained. “I’m not surprised,” I told her. “You’re so beautiful!” “Thank you, baby!” Roshni stretched her arms around my neck and kissed me again, her tongue probing into my mouth. I could smell her pungent sweat, her skin, and I could feel her firm little breasts pressing against me. “Let me smell your pits,” I demanded. Roshni eagerly stretched her arms above her head. The musky odour of her underarms radiated out; I had never known it so sharp and strong, but I couldn’t get enough of it. I pushed my face into the hot, wet, hairy hollow of her left armpit and breathed deeply. The acidic smell filled my senses and made my head spin. It was a turn-on that made my aching cock throbbingly hard again. I licked through the thick, acrid bush and her musky-sour flavour filled me. Roshni moaned at the feeling of my tongue in her armpit, arching her back and thrusting her shoulder forward to press her hairy pit into my face. I french-kissed her underarm, gathering the thick hairs into my mouth and drawing her pungent sweat out, my tongue searching out the sensitive salty skin. I moved to her right armpit and sucked on the saturated black hair, swirling it with my tongue, gathering her flavours and sourness. The hairs tickled my nose and cheeks, spreading her sweat and scent on my face like a soft wet brush. I could have spent hours simply lost in Roshni’s hairy armpit, surrounded by the smells and tastes and textures of her body; the ripeness of a day’s sweat, salty-fresh skin that had never been scoured by a razor or tainted by chemicals. My tongue savoured the roughness of the thick hairs bedded in such soft and sensitive skin, Roshni groaned and gasped with arousal. “Kiss me!” Her hot mouth found mine and her lips sucked at my lips; her tongue drove inside my mouth as she searched her own armpits’ sourness. She moaned in pleasure, turned on by her own musk and flavour. My hands roamed the back of her blouse, feeling how it clung to her sweaty back and ribcage; she was oozing sweat from every pore. Finally, her arms still locked over her head, her face and throat wet with sweat and her bare arms gleaming all the way down to the sweat-slicked hair of her bushy armpits, Roshni threw her head back and panted breathlessly, “fuck me, please!” She didn’t need to ask twice. Where she stood I hitched her little skirt up, drew her sweat-wet knickers down so that they slid down her long brown legs to her ankles. Between her slim thighs was the thick, fleecy mass of her pubic hair, the dark straggles hanging down like vines in a tropical forest. Putting her bare salty arms around my neck, Roshni jumped up to wrap her thighs around my waist, and just for a moment, she clung to me, the thick tangle of hair between her legs teasing my cock, until she slowly lowered herself, impaling herself on me. I felt my cock pushing between her swollen, slick lips and driving deep into her. She gave a shuddering groan of pleasure. We fucked like animals, Roshni’s small body hanging off me, her hot and wonderful pussy taking my full length, her ample mass of pubic hair crushed against me as I thrust and pushed into her, making her gasp and moan. Her wet and furry arms were wrapped my neck, the sweat wet on her throat and streaking glistening trails down into the open front of her blouse, her black eyes glittering, her heavy eyebrows furrowed with ecstasy. “Harder,” she urged me. “Fuck me harder!” I backed her against the wall and started pounding into her, so hard that our pubic bones collided with every thrust. Roshni loved it, her lovely face alive with pleasure, her heels digging into me as she squeezed and kicked to encourage me. Little droplets of sweat oozed out from the tangled hairs in her hollowed armpits, dripping to the floor or sliding down her gleaming skin towards the armholes of her blouse. More sweat trailed down through the dark fluffy hairs that followed the line of her jawbone. We were both panting for breath, Roshni’s hairy pussy gripping me with its slippery welcome. Grasping one elbow, I pushed Roshni’s arm straight up over her head and pushed my face into her armpit. Her skin felt burning hot, her underarm hair squishing against my lips and nose, the pungent, salty flavour of her sweat filling my senses. I drove my tongue deep into her armpit, circling and swirling the hairs, exploring the little creases in the soft and sensitive skin, sucking her acidic sweat until it covered my face. My cock hammered deep into her, as the sweat rolled down her body. Roshni was gasping, “yes! Yes! Oh, yes!” as her orgasm rolled and surged for half a minute, her eyes shut, her mouth open, her fingers digging into my shoulders. I pushed deep into her, and exploded, emptying myself deep inside her, she accepted it gratefully, kissing my face and lips, still wrapped around me, my hands caressing her firm and furry arse. For a time, we stayed like that, me still inside her, kissing and nuzzling. The smell of her sweat filled the air; her body was humid and wet in my arms. Then, another customer. “Oh, shit,” said Roshni, and climbed off me. She pulled down her skirt, but couldn’t find her knickers, so without underwear, she hurried out into the shop again. This time, it was a young woman, a gorgeous teen girl. Roshni glanced back towards the office with a look of despair. This, I had to see. I placed a chair right next to the mirror-window and watched eagerly as the girl asked Roshni for some item or other. Poor Roshni looked as if she had just done twelve rounds in the boxing ring: what had once been circles of sweat under the arms of her blouse were now huge patches of wet that spread halfway down her sides: the back of her blouse was glued to her spine, the front of it equally soaked. Her bare arms were actually wet, the fine hairs pasted to her brown skin. There were rivulets running from her underarms, droplets on the back of her neck. Roshni was so embarrassed. The girl must have wondered if the Indian girl serving her had a glandular condition. Roshni’s refusal to wear deodorant didn’t help the situation; her smell must have filled the air. Then, when Roshni turned her back to me again, I noticed a huge T-mark of sweat on the back of her skirt, clearly marking the cleft of her buttocks. I knew Roshni would be well aware of the way she looked, and the humiliation must have been unbearable. Certainly, the girl looked highly amused. When the customer had gone, I emerged from the office, straightening my clothes. “Are you going already?” Roshni asked. “I’ll see you tonight, at home.” “What about my sweaty clothes?” Roshni held out her arms. I smiled and looked at a wall-clock. “You’ll be finished in another three hours. I’m tall slim and sexy :p from Chennai. girls and women who would love to get laid with a sensual animal ping me on [email protected]. do ping me your reviews on this story too