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Shriya's own release had come, and her hips started thrusting against the cock that was still pounding into her pussy. The dick in her mouth started to shoot its contents, the first jet hitting the back of her throat, almost triggering her gag reflex. She continued sucking, not realizing that she was doing so, as it shot another couple of blasts into her mouth.

The penis that was pounding her pussy started shooting as well. She felt the jet of hot liquids filling her pussy and Shriya continued to thrust against it, her body still in the throes of her climax.

And she finally passed out. Again she came, now this time the lava inside her pussy was erupted in such a volume that her cunt started spraying cunt juices continuously and the seat had become wet and sticky with the mix of semen and her cunt juices.

She derived such a pleasure, such an ecstasy which never happened in her life and with much satisfaction her eyelids slowly dropped, and she was in zenith.

Shriya awoke, feeling quite sore and sweaty. At first, she had no idea where she was, but quickly realized from the orange seats around her that she was in the bogie. A quick glance around showed that she was alone in the subway bogie.

She realized that she was naked. Where were her clothes? Where was her purse? They didn't seem to be around anywhere.

She felt stickiness all over her body, and touched herself, feeling the coarse texture of dried semen. The events of her commute home came flooding back into her brain.

Then she found the heap of her clothes, her handbag carefully placed under the seat. She checked her wallet, keys to her apartment, everything was ok. She checked her wallet, ohhhh...God there was bundles of Notes, so much money, she could not count how much money contained. Thank you my dear strangers...I love you all.

Then she noticed 5-6 female passengers who were onlookers were sitting in the far corner of the bogie. All of them were staring at her in a bewildered and surprised manner.

Shriya felt the train slow down; she might be approaching a station. Which station? How long had she been sleeping? She looked on her wrist watch; it was 8.00 pm, so she was slept for 15 minutes.

She saw dried semen encrusting her arm, and she felt a little nauseous. The chlorine taste of old semen was still in her mouth. Immediately, she put on her clothes.

From window, she could see the letters in red light, Park Street, her destination station.

From that day Shriya had been converted in to a Metro whore.

It was important to stand close to the exit door as it was the most crowded spot. Within a minute or two, definitely someone would touch Shriya in darkness.

Last week was a full of fucking week. On Monday, she was returning in metro from her college.

It was about six 'o' cloak in the evening when she reached the Metro station and rush hour had just started. She began to walk around, and the men would follow close behind. She especially drew a crowd every time she rode up the escalators. You know what? All men were voyeurs, and they were really enjoying the show (so was she). She was getting more and more excited, and finally got up enough nerve to get on the subway packed full of commuters. But first she went into the ladies' room to remove her panties.

She waited for a nearly full train to arrive and got on. Intentionally, Shriya was standing close to exit door where there was too much crowd. It was a dim lit area of the train, virtually it was dark. She was standing over pushing, elbowing and squeezing of male persons' bodies. She was holding her hands on rails above for support.

Several men offered her their seats, but she wanted to ride standing up. The men sitting near her looked up her protruding buttocks above the saree, and erected boobs under bra visible from her transparent blouse as much as they could. It was fun watching them look away when she glanced their way, trying to hide the fact that they were enjoying the free show. Some of the men packed around her, and would lightly touch her legs and ass. One even reached up, and brushed her now hard nipple as he took a pen out of his vest pocket. After sometimes, the train was approaching Shyam Bazar stoppage. After the train stopped, the car ( Bogie) being boarded by a group of men, and was already very crowded. She positioned herself within this group, and rode standing up holding onto the handrail with one hand, and clutching her handbag in the other. When the train moved she 'accidentally' lost her balance, and fell into the man facing her. She placed her hand on his shoulder to brace herself, and he put one of his hands on her side to steady her.

She said, "Sorry."

The man replied with a smile, "It's OK Madam, my pleasure."

At the next stop, she did it again, and pressed her whole body against his. This time he put his arm around her, and held her close to him for a few seconds.

She said, "Sorry, I must be clumsy today."

He said, "Not a problem Madam, it must be my lucky day."

She could feel him pressing his pelvis against her, and his cock starting to get hard.

She couldn't believe she was having such an effect on this guy. She pushed away slightly, and he released her waist. She then dropped her handbag, and he immediately knelt down to pick it up. As he started to come back up, she lifted the front of her saree above her knees. He froze when he realized she was naked under her saree. He hesitated long enough for her to spread her legs a little and push her pussy towards his face.

As he stood up he ran his free hand up her entire leg, and onto her exposed pussy. She thanked him for getting her handbag and, he thanked her for the view. He still had his hand on her pussy as the train started to slow. He put his other hand under the back of her saree, and started to caress her baby soft ass as he began to finger her neatly trimmed pussy. She started to get nervous, and ran off as soon as the train stopped. As she worked her way to the door at least two more sets of hands grabbed her under her saree. She had to sit down for about ten minutes until her head stopped spinning. After the Train stopped, she got down. .

She decided to take one last trip back to Shyam Bazar, and be as bold as she could. Just after 5 minutes, the train reached, and she hopped in to the car. She positioned herself in front of a handsome, well-dressed man reading a newspaper near the back of the car. He didn't notice her at first, and just kept his face buried in the news. On a bumpy curve, she began to press up against his paper, and then fell into him. At first he looked up in anger, but he quickly smiled when he saw her. She apologized, and he started to go back to reading his paper. As he started to lift his paper back up, she leaned forward to make sure the bottom of her saree along with petticoat would get caught on the top of it. When he lifted the paper, up came the front of her saree. He couldn't see what he had done, but the guy sitting next to him whose eyes got as big as saucers. Soon, he noticed something was going on.

 

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He was now staring straight at her light brown bush. She let him have a good look before slowly running her hand down the front of her saree lifted along with petticoat. He looked up at her, and she gave him a little wink. He folded his paper in half, and held it up to block the view of the guy next to him, and the other people on the car. Now no one could see between him and her. She grabbed the bar over his head, and leaned toward him. He methodically began to run his free hand up and down her thighs, and then finally over and around her pussy. He placed the palm of his hand on the top of her pubic bone with his fingers on her stomach.

He then slowly inserted his thumb between her pouting pussy lips. He began to open, and close his hand, squeezing her pussy and messaging her clit.

It felt so good, and she was so wet from flashing all evening that it made a squishing sound. At the next stop, he removed his hand from her pulsating cunt, stood up and led her into the corner of the car. He stood with his back to the corner, and she stood facing him. He took her handbag and placed it on the seat next to them, and then placed her hand on the front of his pants. The car was still packed, and a wall of people surrounded them. She just stared into his piercing black eyes, and started to lower his zipper.

His warm smile told her to keep going. She reached into his boxer shorts, and found the wet sticky tip of his rock hard cock. She ran her hand around the tip of his meat for a few seconds, and then worked it out of his pants. Her concentration was broken for a moment as she felt someone else running his hands up and down her thighs from behind. It seemed she had another interested party. She turned around, grabbed the overhead bar with both of her hands, and positioned herself in front of his exposed hard rod. With her arms raised high in the air, she knew the bottom of her saree would be up past the top of her thighs. He worked his cock between her partially spread legs as he reached around her hips, and spread open her love hole.

He was just large enough for the head of his cock to reach her waiting pussy, but not long enough to fully penetrate her. She couldn't believe she was doing this. By now everyone around them knew what was going on, but she was too out of control to stop. She was acting like a bitch in heat. She wanted it now, and she didn't care who or how many were watching. He held one arm around her waist to keep her pressed against him, and cupped her dripping cunt with the other to hold is pumping cock tip in. Her saree was now up around her waist, and she could feel the car's cool air all over her naked ass, stomach and thighs. She stood up as straight as she could to keep him from fully entering her, because she wanted another man's cum invading her pussy as she was in safe period, there was no possibility of getting her pregnant.

Within moments, she felt the warm tingling feeling of an impending explosive orgasm building in her ravaged cunt. His cock head was working back and forth across her swollen clit, and the feel and pressure of his hand was driving her over the edge. She closed her eyes, and gave in to the most explosive orgasm she ever had. Her mouth opened, she began to moan as her leg muscles spas med uncontrollably. The guy sitting down really got into the act, and started to run his hand up and down her thighs again. Her knees were getting so weak she couldn't stand up straight any longer, and gave in to his thrusting member. He pulled her back into him, and thrust his manhood into her a good 3 to 4 inches. She was his and he knew it.

It only took a couple of stokes, before he fired his hot load into her waiting whore hole. She could feel every spurt of his hot cum as he fired into her with four deep pumps. He held her tight for a few seconds, and then gently released her from his grip. As his cock slipped out of her she opened her eyes and, became flushed with embarrassment when she saw all those people looking at her. The man sitting down reached for her pussy, but she slapped his hand, and quickly sat down into the corner of the car.

Her partner turned toward her as he placed his member back into his pants. He leaned down, and whispered in her ear that he will never forget her. She just looked down at the floor not saying a word. He got off at the next stop, and she had to ride for a few more minutes before she arrived at Girish Park. She knew everyone was still staring at her, and talking about the dirty thing she just did. She just sat there ashamed as his cum dripped out of her and onto the seat.

Next day, as usual she was returning to home in metro. It was evening, and the bogie was jam packed. She chose her safe place near exit door, which was dark place. Her one hand was holding the rails for support, and in another hand she was holding her hand bag. Due to raising of her supporting hand high above, automatically the saree covering her naval portion slipped away, and the pallu supporting her boobs area also slipped away.

Suddenly, she felt caressing on her naval area, and a face smelling her sweaty sleeve of her blouse in armpit portion as she raised her hands over the rails for support. She did not react anything. Then the hand rose above from her naval to boobs area, and slowly the man behind him was cupping her boobs.

Then the person's front portion touched her back side, near the ass crack. She felt the hardness. In the meantime, the person whispered on her shoulder," loosen your blouse and bra."

She unzipped her blouse and bra. Her two boobs were slightly came out, her blouse and straps of bra were hanging over her shoulder, but well covered under her pallu,not visible from outside. The person started squeezing the raw flesh of her boobs. He was tweaking the nipples in his fingers.

Then Shriya felt the hardness of the dick swaying over her buttocks area. The person took hold of Shriya's right hand backside, and placed it over his hard dick. Her hand was close to his penis. It required a lot of nerves, and one had to be very careful. Even after all these years, her heart started beating very fast every times somebody touched there. He was caressing and stroking the big dick.

The person then lifted her saree up to the knee, and pulled down the panties down below the buttocks area. She could feel the cold air in her pussy. Then she felt the knob of his penis in the entry of his pussy. Her pussy was wet. He pushed the penis which slid away in to her pussy. He was pushing his penis, and fucking her. After 5 minutes, there was an announcement of approaching next station named Shyam Bazar.

The person whispered, "My apartment is near Shyam Bazaar station, I am alone, we should get down if you prefer."

The person withdrew his cock. Shriya turned back behind to see the person, he was an old man. Both of them got down at Shyam bazaar station.

She followed the old man closely. They crossed the main road then from main road they diverted towards a narrow street. She was closely following the old man. They passed through the middle of a block giving access to the rear of Buildings. Then the old man reached at the end where a 5 storey apartment amongst the high rising big buildings stood. There was no streetlight at the entrance of the Apartment. He stopped for a moment then indicated Shriya to come close to him. Both of them entered in to a porch where a lot of cars and two wheelers were parked. In the side of the porch, there was an elevator, and just side of the elevator there was a staircase.

The old man whispered to Shriya, "I am staying in first floor so no need to use elevator."

Then they climbed up the first floor. The corridor was empty. They went past all the doors, and reached the last door of the corridor. The old man opened the room and ushered her quickly in to the room, switched on the light and locked the door from inside.

Now, Shriya could see the flat which was three bed rooms flat. She was standing in the Drawing room. She had a full view of the old man. He was tall, lean, fair and must be around 72 years. He had snowy hairs all over his head. His shrinkage face was clean shaved with white teeth. He was wearing Dhoti and Panjabi.

He led her to Bed room. It was a luxurious bed room with a double bed couch covered with purple velvet bed sheet with two big pillows placed on head portion, and two long thin pillows placed in either side of the couch. Shriya sat on the couch with her dropping eyes and a feign shyness.

The old man asked, "Are you a house wife? What's your name?"

She replied, "No, I am on a job and my name is Shriya."

The old man further asked, "Are you doing it for money?"

Shriya lied, "Uncle, I am on a very low **censored** job. My husband is away in Delhi. I have no kids. I want sexual enjoyment as well as some extra money."

The old man was very pleased and said, "I am Ashutosh Mukherjee, a retired Govt.employee, and a widower. My son and daughter in law have gone to Shimla to visit their son, I mean my grandson who is studying there. They will be back after 15 days. I am alone in the flat. You see! How boring is the life when you stay alone."

Then he said, "You are really very beautiful. You must be much younger than my daughter in law. Did you like my cock in train?"

With shyness, Shriya replied, "Yes uncle, it was very strong, long and thick. It is bigger than my husband's cock. My husband's cock would be around 60% of yours."

Ashutosh proudly laughed, and said, "You have only felt it in darkness. You have not seen it. Now I am going to show it, and poke it in your sweet cunt."

 

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He smiled, and came nearer to her, sat beside her, and his body touched her. Then he reached for her wrist, and pulled her to him. She was sitting close to him, and shivered involuntarily. He pulled her so that she would sit on the lap of him. He began stroking her arm in an absent sort of way sending down shivers down her spine. He pulled her pallu down to see her gorgeous erecting breasts, and she made no move to reclaim her pallu. Ashutosh Uncle emboldened by this, pulled her on his lap, and kissed her rosy lips. Shriya closed her eyes as for the first time an old man's lips closed on her, and his hands moved down to cup, and feel her firm ass cheeks.

After kissing her full mouths, and probed his tongue inside the mouth of her, he started sucking her tongue. Shriya also responded by sucking his tongue. Both of them tasted each other's saliva, there was an inter exchange of saliva transferring between two mouths.

Then Ashutosh picked Shriya in his arms, and carried her in to the middle of the bed. Shriya felt his hot breath on her face as he climbed on the bed, and kissed her again. This time his hands were busy deftly unhooking her blouse, and pushing it aside to reveal her bra. Then she felt his hands going on her back, and unhooking her bra too. She offered no resistance when both the garments were removed. Then Uncle squeezed her both boobs for some times, and sucked the puffy nipples alternatively. She felt a strange sensation in her nipples of hot sticky wetness of his tongue.

Shriya felt the warm lips of Uncle on her erected nipples, and she shivered and cried with hotness, "Uncleeeeeeee...ohhhhhhhh."

Then he moved down, kissing her flat tummy, her navel and licking it. She cried and pushed his head there.

Uncle's hands pulled her saree out of her petticoat at band, and removed the knot of her white petticoat too. The big cold hands of Ashutosh uncle was moving inside her saree, and slowly kneading and massaging her white thighs.

Shriya moaned, "Uncle, pleassseeee ...stoppppp...Ohhhhhhhh."

Uncle raised her saree and petticoat to her waist, and then said, "Shriya, please raise your buttocks."

She obliged, and then she felt the bands of her blue panties being pulled down by his strong hands.

Now, he also opened his dhoti, Panjabi and all underwear's. He was completely naked. He had a big cock of 9 inches which was throbbing up and down. Uncle pulled down the foreskin, and Shriya could see the big pink bulbous head.

Uncle smiled and kissed her lips again, and guided her hands on his big cock. Her timid fingers closed around a hard pulsating object about 9 inches long and sticky at the tip.

Uncle said, "This is my dick, Shriya, and now that is going to enter your sweet cunt".

Then he squeezed her pussy lips from outside with two fingers.

Shriya cried out, "Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh." She pushed his head between her heaving breasts.

Uncle raised her hips and inserted a pillow beneath her buttocks, and then spread her thighs. Shriya was feeling shy, and shame as she was lying like this with a man who was old enough to be her father, but now lust was overtaking all her nervousness. Uncle pushed her face in the pillow, and smothered her cunt lips as his dick pushed its way inside her cunt hole. She thought as if she was getting stabbed in her stomach.

She cried, "Uncle slow, I am feeling pain."

But there was no turning back, Uncle kept her face in the pillow till the time his dick had penetrated deeply inside her pussy.

"Now, my dick has gone deep inside your pussy. You will never feel pain." He was whispering while pushing with his hips and raising her to meet his thrust.

When he was fully in her, he lay still for a moment allowing her to get used to the monster in her pussy, and then started to move in a slow gentle rhythm. They were kissing a lot and Uncle's strong hands were kneading her breasts and hips alternately.

Shriya started to enjoy the way his cock was moving in her tight woman hood making it stretch like anything, and now she also responded by bucking her hunches allowing him deep access.

He asked, "Shriya, should I come inside?"

Shriya replied, "No problem Uncle, I am in safe period now."

Uncle started to fuck violently; he was giving stroke after stroke continuously for 5 minutes. His long dick was touching the inner core of her pussy, massaging between her velvet pussy wall deeper and deeper.

Shriya screamed in a high voice, "Uncleeeeee...come inside me...Ohhhhhhh."

She felt that her pussy juices were coming inside from her pussy hole, she started jolting her body violently.

"Uncle, I am comingggggg...aaahhhhhh," she cried with a sobs of ecstasy.

Feeling, Shriya's cum on his dick, his dick got more slippery, and Uncle could not control himself.

He cried in a high tone, "Babyyy, Ohhhhhhhhh, I am filling up your pussy with my cum...take it Shriya... take mine...ohhhhhhhhhh."

He spurted a heavy quantity of white hot liquid inside the pussy of Shriya. Her pussy was so filled up with the cum inside that it overflowed, and dripped out from her pussy hole, and fell on both of her thighs. They lay in that position for 10 minutes then Uncle withdrew his cock.

After wash and freshen up in bathroom, Shriya put on her all clothes. Uncle kissed her again in her lips. The old man was fully satisfied, and **censored** her Rs.2000/-. Shriya was a bit hesitant to accept the money, but then spontaneously she accepted the money.

Shriya put the money in her hand bag and said, "Thank you, Uncle."

Then she left the apartment.

TO BE CONTINUED...

 

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Professor Naren's door shook with an excited knock. He wasn't expecting anyone and the private man scrunched up his face at the noise. Adjusting his black rimmed square frames, he stepped over to the door of his small cottage style home.

He found a slender brunette bouncing on her toes with a grin and excitement sparkling in her eyes. Her arms were pinned behind her back making the supple handfuls of her breasts more pronounced against the thin creme wrap shirt she was wearing. Her polka-dotted mini skirt bounced as she undulated on her toes, making the hem threaten to expose the gusset of her panties.

"Hansika?" He recognized the pretty face glowing under his porchlight. He peered out into the darkness, checking for his neighbors and then gestured for her to enter.

"Please come in."

Her athletic legs stepped gracefully in her black slip on loafers.

"I thought we were meeting tomorrow." He said as he closed the door and turned to face the girl still beaming with her hands secreted away behind her back.

"We are!...errr...ummm...we will...it's just...uhhh...I have news!" The girl was bubbling with so much excitement she seemed to be having trouble forming sentences.

"Yes, well couldn't it've waited, it's kind of late."

The girl looked down in genuine apology.

"I know and I'm sorry about that," again excitement shimmered into her pear-colored irises, "I just got so excited when I found out! I had to come and tell you!"

It was hard not to be taken with the young woman's enthusiasm and Naren smirked as he nodded in his olive green slacks and cantaloupe heather shirt.

"I got it!" she cheered and this time she jumped high enough that Naren could see the white lacy satin panties she was wearing.

Professor Naren's hazel eyes went wide behind his glasses as he realized what she meant. He put a palm to his forehead, pinning his wavy black locks back.

"The UN internship?" Hansika nodded, still jumping and flashing her college professor with every jump. "That's great!"

Naren felt a surge of pride and he wrapped his student in a fatherly hug.

"I'm so happy for you!"

She wrapped her arms around the tall man and felt the muscles of his chest against her cheek. His flat stomach nestled into her breasts and the girl was blushing.

Naren felt the nubile flesh against his body and quickly stopped the hug. As he stepped back to a more appropriate distance he noticed the student carried her purse in one hand and a bottle of wine in the other.

"This is all thanks to you, Professor Naren."

"Nonsense! You're a terrific student and you worked hard for this. Congratulations!"

Hansika's smile tinted with a tinge of mischief as she wiggled the bottle in her hand.

"I was hoping that you might celebrate a little with me."

The 45 year old professor tensed slightly though the smirk on his face did not change.

"Oh come on, professor! One glass? It's your favorite." the girl held the bottle a little closer to her professor, so he could see the label in the dimly lit living room.

 

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"Okay. One glass." he relented. Hansika bounced and flashed again. Quickly she cut across the room to the kitchen island.

"Top cabinet to the left of the sink." Naren directed her to the wine glasses and pretended not to notice the enticing curve of the back of her skirt as she extended onto her toes and the highest part of the back of her succulent thighs came into view.

Naren swallowed hard and looked away. He stepped around the mahogany coffee table, trying his best to calm the sexual sparks in his brain threatening to ignite a fire in his body.

He sat on his dark brown leather couch and ignored the clinking and wet sloshing sounds of the young coed in his kitchen pouring two glasses of wine.

He noted the tripod he had for his tablet laying on the coffee table. Usually, he would set it up there and record their sessions for posterity's sake. A young, impressionable, twenty-something year old student alone with her middle-aged, single professor in his home, he knew the story too well of how these things could get out of hand and he took the precaution to make sure there was always evidence that there wasn't anything improper going on.

He hadn't invited any other student to his home, but Hansika was a special case. She had shown him the application to an internship with the United Nations and explained to him how his journalism experience with violations of human rights and territorial sovereignty in Africa meant he could tutor her for the essay she needed to write.

Professor Naren had never seen a student with a more prestigious opportunity, how could he say no to helping her? When Hansika begged the man for his help and with an almost teary eye proclaiming that this was her only dream, how could Naren say no? When the girl asked him to allow her to let the sessions be at his home because of the proximity to school and the almost criminal amount of work study she was already involved in, how could he turn away such an industrious student?

The girl sat down next to him, smiling brighter than the two lamps on end tables either side of the couch, and handed him his glass.

"To you, Professor Naren, my inspiration."

Naren blushed as he reluctantly tapped glasses with her and took a sip of the wonderfully tasty red liquid.

The two sat smiling at each other for a moment as they slowly swallowed mouthfuls of the wine.

"So Uganda, huh? That's going to be quite the experience."

Hansika nodded and swallowed again. She had already downed half the liquid as if she needed it.

"Yes! Do you think I'll like it?" Naren nodded as he also continued to drink. "Tell me about it again."

Naren was pretty sure that over the weeks he had told her everything there was, but perhaps the girl was only fishing for courage. She was about to go to a completely foreign place.

"It's absolutely beautiful. Don't get caught up in what people tell you. The mountains, the plains, the wildlife...it's like walking through a movie. Everything is so vibrant and wild. You'll love it!"

Naren encouraged and the girl bubbled. Her eyes stared into his with adoration, as her teacher went on about the things that he saw during his time in Africa. Hansika noted every inch of the beautiful face with the five o'clock shadow.

 

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His jawline was strong and she loved the dimple on his chin. His light eyes made little fluttering sensations in her stomach and his soft pink lips made her mouth water. She took another long drink of her wine and felt her chest warm.

Naren was feeling the effects of the wine too. His mood was decidedly more giddy. His face, chest and thighs were warming rapidly. There was a gentle humming sensation moving through his limbs that felt quite pleasing.

"You've led such an interesting life. And you're so smart. Most of the girls in class can't believe that a man as handsome as you is so smart too."

Naren almost choked on the wine. He managed to get it down and then smiled politely.

"Well...I-I...I'm...I wouldn't say that." he stammered.

"It's true!" Hansika continued.

"You know what they call you?" her grin curved with naughty intention and Naren had to admit some curiosity.

"Professor mmmm Mmh! Naren." she giggled with impish delight and Naren for some reason found the name funny as well. His body shook with laughter that surprised even him.

He felt his limbs becoming heavier and suddenly the glass in his hand felt like it weighed five pounds.

He took another sip before putting it on the coffee table.

When he laid back again, his head swam and his arms and legs almost felt magnetized to the plush leather couch.

Hansika had kicked off her shoes and was sitting more comfortably. She had closed the distance to her professor so much so that his nose filled with the flowery perfume the girl wore.

Just the sensation of smelling her seemed to make his heart pump more fiercely. His body no longer seemed to be obeying his attempts to stifle his rising libido.

"You know what else they say?" the young nubile student was whispering.

Naren felt her pert breast bump up against his shoulder as her husky words seem to massage his ear and her breath warmly cascaded over his neck.

"They say you would never take advantage of a student. A true gentleman." Naren began to panic as his heartbeat was steady and loud, but he realized that he couldn't pick himself off the couch.

His tongue seemed to be sluggish and he was having trouble speaking. "I'm sorry, Hansika...I don't seem to be feeling well...can I..." he could only flounder around lightly on the sofa. Genuine concern was in Hansika's eyes.

"Oh, no! Let me help you, professor!" she said and with a slow, but agile move she straddled her professor.

Naren could feel the girl's thinly concealed vag heating his crotch and his manhood started to fill with blood and desire.

"Wait...Hansika...no..." he struggled to say.

"It's ok, professor, just let me help." The girl innocently ground her hips forward and propped herself up to look into her tutor's pretty eyes.

Naren struggled not to moan. Hansika took off his glasses and put them where she was sitting originally.

"Now, how are you feeling?" She sounded remarkably like a doctor.

"Nnngh...Heavy...it's hard to move."

"But you feel good though, right?" the girl's smile returned and Naren was confused.

"Yes." he admitted. "Just like I've had one too many. But I barely had one."

 

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"I know." Hansika said matter-of-factly.

"You know what I noticed about you from day one."

Hansika went on ignoring her professor's plight, but holding his head and examining his eyes like a medical professional. "Not just how handsome you are, or cultured, or kind. You care about your students." she complimented and Naren couldn't help, but feel flattered as his student's hips seemed to still be grinding against him.

"You would do anything for us."

"Well...I-I...just want...ngh...mmm...the best...mmm...for you."

Hansika laughed and her hips rotated with slow strength.

"I know!" she sang.

"That's how I knew you would let me come to your house like this."

Naren's cock was lengthening and hardening under the weight of Hansika's body and the young woman seemed not to notice as she continued to grind on it.

"You were so eager to help me with my internship that you broke your rule to not have female students alone at your house."

Naren lost the battle within himself as Hansika's ceaseless rocking had him fully erect and now his aching member was throbbing and straining at his pant leg. It resonated with pleasure with every forward slide of Hansika's strong young hips.

Naren's breathing was ragged and a hint of a moan snuck in.

"I need to confess something." her grin was wicked as her eyes darkened with something sinister. "I've had the biggest crush on you for so long."

"Hansika...umm...wait." She ignored her teacher.

"I used to fantasize about you taking me out to like a movie or something." her voice emphasized the words like they were far-fetched as she continued to straddle and hump him.

"But everybody said Professor Naren doesn't date students." she giggled again.

"I...don't." Naren managed.

"I know!" Hansika laughed again. "That's why I drugged you."

Naren's droopy eyes flared momentarily and then drooped again as Hansika began grinding her pussy against his hard cock more earnestly.

"Wha?...Mmmngh." Hansika's breathing was getting more labored as she worked herself over the coarse fabric of Naren's pants.

"I drugged you." she said with no remorse. "When I applied for that UN thing? I didn't think I had a chance of getting considered, let alone being selected, but I knew you would help me if I begged. And believe me, I wanted to beg. Well...not for your help at least."

The girl's laugh had a more lascivious ring.

"And now, with the year almost over and graduation coming up, I just don't wanna wait anymore." She looked down and giggled. "And it feels like you can't wait either."

"Hansika...wait...don't-"

"Shhhhh." she rubbed her cheek against his as she leaned in.

 

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She stopped grinding on him for a second, but Naren could feel his dick pulsing with a hardness he didn't think was possible.

"I've waited so long to feel you inside me, Professor." she whispered. "We're just gonna have a little fun, just you and me, and nobody has to know."

She gave his cheek a warm, soft kiss before standing up. She moved the coffee table back a little.

The slender girl quickly undid his pants and slid his underwear and slacks down until they were around his ankles, struggling only momentarily to get them down his thighs.

Naren could only watch her perky ass shake as she trodded on bare feet back to the kitchen island to retrieve her tablet from her black leather tote.

She set it up on the tripod on the edge of the coffee table where it could be angled to capture them both.

"This'll just be a little memento."

She hit the record button and strolled back up to her helpless teacher, just inches in front of his knees.

Her fingers unzipped her skirt as she continued to stare at her teacher's hard cock with open desire on her face.

She untied the string on her wrap shirt and hooked her index fingers into the edges and pulled them back just enough so that her bare breasts were on full display.

She slid her wet panties down and stepped out of them. Naren could see the glistening lips in full bloom as Hansika mounted him once again.

"Ooo...You're so much bigger than I thought you'd be!" she squealed with delight and nervousness. "That just means we'll have to go slow."

The beautiful young coed grabbed her professor's thick, girthy rod in one hand and lowered herself onto it's angry tip.

"Ungh!" she let out as the helmet burrowed in and started to penetrate.

Her lips stretched tight. Pain and pleasure twisted her face as she waited for her tight box to grow accustomed to his massive dick.

"MMmMmmnngh!" she lowered herself more and she could hear Naren moaning with her.

"Mmmm!...wait...please...uhhhh...don't..." his protests went unheeded.

"Uuhhh Yes! Professor! You're so deep inside me!" she slid down a little over half way down his veiny shaft.

Naren was trying to resist, but every movement of the young woman on top of him was amplified. His dick like a satellite sending waves that resonated through his entire body.

He felt as though he was standing in a wind tunnel that was blasting him with warm tingling sensations instead of wind.

"Ohhhh!" he moaned, unable to think.

"Oh my god! Nnngghh!" Hansika reared back her head and roared.

 

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Slowly, she used her pussy to pump her prostate professor's cock.

The nimble girl moved up and down feeling her pussy stretch and strain to accommodate the massive intruder.

Her tits shook with the movements and the shudders they coaxed from her body. Her mouth open, equal time spent sucking in ragged breaths as howling out lewd lust-filled statements.

"I've been waiting to fuck you for so long!" she confessed as she rotated her hips, feeling her pussy finally able to stroke the length of his cock without pain. "And now I'm not gonna stop until you cum inside me!"

She looked down into his face. Naren was wearing a handsome expression of confusion, need, and overwhelming pleasure, all at once.

Hansika's pussy clenched to see it under her. She grabbed a fist full of his beautiful hair and leaned her hard nipple to his mouth.

"Suck it!" she hissed with desperate urgency.

Naren's mouth locked on it. The morally reprehensible act was like sweet honey on his tongue as the girl continued to move him in and out of her.

Her professor's hot mouth on her aching pink nipple made Hansika moan again. He could only suck it for a moment as her riding dislodged it from his mouth with a wet pop.

Hansika grabbed Naren's hands and placed them on her bare ass. Naren held onto the flexing ass cheeks for dear-life.

Without wanting them to, his hips began moving, thrusting himself upward into Hansika's quivering slit.

"Oooo! I can feel you! You want this too, don't you!"

The feeling of his dick delving into her and his face responding to her ministrations was enough to push her over the edge, but she resisted and folded forward hiding his face from her sight as she nestled against his cheek again.

"You know what I used to do every night after our sessions?" she whispered. She edged her lips closer to his ear as she continued to roll her hips back and forward. His stiff dick slid deep with the clenching of her ass and the pushing of herself forward.