Fucking Miss Suganta
Hi, I am a Professor in a leading engineering college in Hyderabad it is know for its professionalism and liberal attitude. A liberal society also affords you a chance to challenge, express and experiment with attitudes and taboos in society. A man of forty is expected to be dedicated to his wife and in a work environment, provide leadership. But sometimes things take a different turn altogether and you realize that sex is a method of expressing liberation. Its only that the young women until now have been trained not to express it and the old men are warned against exercising it. But, change is permanent and I realized this in a very pleasant way. It was the usual rainy morning of Mumbai with Dark clouds, and thin traffic (all thanks to fear of 26/7). I was early in my department. It was empty, as nobody had turned in. I wondered how I’ll kill time. I started surfing the net. Suddenly, I was shaken by a sweet voice, “Sir, are you free right now”. I turned around and it was Sugantha, a new lecturer in the department. “Well, how’s life”, I inquired. “Nothing in special, except for the rains and the loneliness”, she replied. “Sir, would you mind rectifying the time table clashes, also why don’t you take a few lectures in my subject”, she requested. Sugantha was new to our department and had issues with the subject she was taking. She felt that she needed some guidance on the subject as she was unable to handle it alone. “I’ll do that only for you”, I replied. She was overjoyed. “Well, Sugantha you seem to be drenched. Lets go for a coffee”, I requested. “Sure, lets go”, she replied. We drove to Barista, which is close to juhu. I ordered for two coffees and we settled down with our cups. “Do you stay alone”, I inquired. “Yes” was her short but naughty reply. I was a bit surprised by her naughty smile. “Is staying lonely not in”, she asked. “Well it is”, I replied. I asked her if she was getting married. She replied that marriage is for women who have nothing to do in life. I asked her what she meant by that. She asked me, “Do you think I am beautiful”. I was taken aback, she was a lady of sharp features but was dark. “You are dear Sugantha, but then whats the point”. “I am searching for a man who loves me the way I am”, she replied. In a great measure of humor I told her that I loved her. “You men you only think of women on the bed”, she said in an annoying tone. “But, don’t you think that’s what only women think”, I retorted back. By now I think I had ruffled the feathers of a woman’s lib activist and I thought it prudent to back off. “Shall we drive back”, I asked. She agreed and we were back in my cabin. She started narrating her experiences with boys of her age and how they were interested in loving and leaving. I told her that’s why marriage was created. She replied that she had seen her aunts and mother hopelessly stuck up in married life. She wanted to be free and she was enjoying her freedom. “We’ll then how about relieving me from the misery of married life, lets go for a movie”, I offered. And with a sparkle in her eyes it was a big “YES”. We drove to a nearby theater. It was empty (courtesy rains) and we had a real great time. I remained prudent enough not to touch her unnecessarily. I think she appreciated my gentleman in the best behavior attitude. We parted off, as it was late in the evening. The next day we met after the lecture. “Did you think of me, all night”, she asked. I was a bit startled by this question. Collecting myself “Yes”, I said. “Me too”, she replied. She told me that she had dated quite long but always found that men got raw with her. I assured her that I was not of the kind. “Its still got to be proved”, she challenged. I assured her that I’ll face that. “Okay, next week, I am going for a conference. I’ll pay for your registration. You’ll be alone with me”. I agreed. We landed up in Bangalore on a wet morning. I escorted her to the cab and we were off to the hotel. We checked in the hotel as Mr and Ms Arindam, for the conference right next lane. We entered the room and unpacked our suitcases. She was off to the shower and we had breakfast, after which off to the conference. I was a real hectic day but we enjoyed meeting delegates and academicians from all over the world. Back, in the evening we were dead tired. I dashed to the shower immediately on reaching the room. Out from it, I see that the dinner has been ordered. “I don’t want anyone to disturb us now”; she quipped. Later she went to the bathroom and changed into an evening gown. It was blue in shade, which made her look more beautiful in the dimly lit evening room. “Come here Arindam, and massage me”, she ordered. I was taken aback.. For a moment I didn’t react. But in a dumb submission I asked her to lie down on her back and started massaging her. Now this was too much for me, and my cock stood up. She looked up to me with am impish smile and asked me “So tell me arindam, do you still think that men don’t have sex always on their mind”. I was too ashamed to confess that it is. She pushed me on the bed and stripped me of my shirt. Later she unbuckled my belt and I was naked near a woman other than my wife. She held my cock in her palm and pushed my foreskin with one jerk. I cried in pain and in was humiliating to be hurt by women less my age on the bed. She started laughing and teased me that Im too old to take what would follow. This was too much of humiliation to bear. “You think you are a bitch on the bed, don’t you”, I shouted. “Yes, you old fucker”, she shouted. This further infuriated me and I pinned her down to her knees. I shove my cock right up to her throat and chocked her. I quickly removed it out and she was left gasping for breath. By now she was a wounded lion.