Sexy Bhabhi gets fucked trying to learn the sitar
This story is based on an episode from Savita Bhabhi comics which you can read here. Savita and Ashok had attended a musical show, and the woman playing the sitar caught Savita’s eye. After watching the sitarist at work, she wanted to learn the instrument, so she approached her after the show. The sitarist, however, had other plans in store for her. She asked Savita Bhabhi to join her in a small, cramped dressing room. Savita: I don’t know what it is about the sitar, but I can’t get my mind off of it. I really want to learn. Sitarist: Playing the sitar makes me so horny! Come here! Before Savita could protest, the sitarist was on her. He stuck her tongue in Savita’s mouth, and she moaned. She undressed Savita while caressing her body, and it drove Savita wild. Before she knew it, Savita was nude on the floor with the sitarist avidly munching on her dripping clit. Savita’s eyes were shut tight, and she yelped as the sitarist ate her pussy passionately. Savita’s thighs shook as she moaned into the mouth of the artist. The sitarist smiled as she wiped Savita’s cum off her face. Savita got dressed and left in haste. She was now hell-bent on learning the sitar. So she rushed to the music shop the following week to get started. Savita walked into the shop, and a man came over to meet her. He helped her pick out a sitar. Savita: Actually, I need lessons as well. Store clerk: Oh, right this way. Follow me. Master Tanmay is the best! The clerk led Savita Bhabhi into a back room. Sounds of musical Indian classical music echoed off the walls as Savita walked through the hallway. An older gentleman sat with a sitar in his lap, lost in a trance of melody as he played. He had devoted himself wholeheartedly to the art of Eastern classical music. Savita was awestruck. She looked at his rugged physique and his matured hands as they strummed passionately against the hardened strings of the sitar. A master. The clerk introduced the Master to his new student and headed back to the store. The Master kept getting distracted by her well-toned physique. He wanted to lead this pupil astray. So he decided to play with her mind by giving her a task. Tanmay: Come back in one week after practicing these basic skills. Savita tried for a whole week, but she couldn’t get it done. So she approached Master Tanmay with a lot of self-doubts. Tanmay: Let me guide you, Savita. I will teach you the proper technique. Master Tanmay sat behind Savita and pulled her tight frame in close. She could feel the sitar pressed against her busty chest as Master Tanmay strummed the strings. She could feel the vibration of the ancient instrument throbbing throughout her tingling body. Savita was in a trance. She felt his hard cock against her ass, but she liked how it felt. She loved the way he seduced her with the hypnotic rhythm of the instrument. Three months passed, and Savita had been practicing day and night. She sat in front of the Master and played for him. Tanmay: Something is missing in your playing, Savita. Savita: I don’t know what it is, Master. Tanmay: You haven’t connected with your instrument yet. You’re not playing with any soul. Savita: I am trying my best, Master. There must be a quicker way to get there. This was the opening that Master Tanmay was looking for, so he did not hesitate. Tanmay: To play with all your soul…you have to become one with your instrument. Master Tanmay undressed and sat down with the sitar. Savita looked on as he played. She was speechless. He began to strum, and the melody made Savita melt as a tingle spread throughout her body and turned her on. She checked out Tanmay’s body as his muscular arms played the gentle instrument. When the song ended, Tanmay got up and walked over to Savita. He handed her the sitar and turned her around. He held her against his bare chest as she breathed heavily. He let the folds of her saree fall from her shoulders. Tanmay: Commit to the sitar and treat it like a lover. Tame this instrument. Savita: Yes, Master. I want to be one with her instrument. Savita’s body was now on fire. Tanmay undid her blouse, and Savita held her breath once again. Tanmay unhooked her bra and let it drop, but she didn’t feel as shy as before. He held the sitar sideways for her. She stuck it between her juicy tits and licked the tip of it sensually. Tanmay commanded her to take off her skirt and sit in the play position in her panties. Savita obeyed every command he gave her. Master Tanmay sat behind Savita again, caressing her lovely neck with his trimmed grey beard. He kissed it with parched lips. She breathed deeply as she tried her best to concentrate on playing her notes. The tingling from the strings against her warm, wet pussy was too much for her to handle. Master Tanmay grabbed her firm breasts with his aged hands. She could feel the calluses on his experienced fingers rubbing against her soft breasts as he played with them. She moaned softly as she felt his rough hands caress her sensitive nipples. Master Tanmay reached around and pulled her wet panties to the side. He caressed her dripping clit with his fingers. He licked her neck as he rubbed her, and she felt his cock against her soft ass. Tanmay: Has the music aroused you? Savita: Looks like I’m not the only one aroused. Tanmay: That means we are getting somewhere. Savita: I’m glad you think so. Master Tanmay pulled off his tight underwear, and his throbbing cock dangled freely in the room. Savita looked at it as Tanmay reached for the sitar. Tanmay: True musicians can find interesting ways to make love to the music. Savita Bhabhi was confused by what her eccentric Master meant, but she couldn’t stop looking at his throbbing, veiny cock. She knelt in front of him and opened her mouth. Saliva dripped from bhabhi’s mouth as she swallowed Master Tanmay’s twitching cock. Tanmay groaned as he stopped her and bent her over the desk.