Sexy teacher
All right class, since colleges out in three minutes, you can use this time to chat. The assignment is to read pages 52 to 63 and write a response to it.” That was me, Miss Anjali Sharma; English teacher and ordinary nice person. I am 23 years old and have been teaching since I graduated from college was about three years ago. I have black hair that goes down to the small of my back. I’m about 5’7″ and a little bit under weight. I don’t think I’m very pretty, but that’s not what other people say. The bell rang and everybody jumped up from their seats. Sadna Malhotra, a very attractive young woman of 18 came up to me. Now, I am not the kind of person who cares about rumors very much, but I had heard from other people that Sadna was a very loose girl. That doesn’t particularly strike me as funny, but I always giggle like mad whenever I think about it. I tried to keep a straight face as I asked her what she needed. “Miss Sharma?” “Yes?” “Could I, stay after college today and work with you. I mean, you know how my grades are pretty bad and everything…” She trailed off and looked at me hopefully with her baby browns. Now that was only half true. While she had a ‘C-‘ if she didn’t turn in this project that we were working on, her grade drop to a very definite ’F.’ “Of course Sadna. What do you want to work on?” The door clicked shut as the last person left the room. Sadna was wearing a tight cream salwaar kharta embroidered with gold strands and white dupatta. She had a v-neck on the kharta that exposed a bit of cleavage at the top when she leant forward. Her black hair was pulled back into a simple ponytail. If you looked more closely at the v-neck, you could see her black bra poking out over her generous breasts. We sat down at two of the desks and got to work. She was a smart girl and seemed to pick up stuff pretty well. When I asked her what she was doing for our class project however, she blushed and said that she hadn’t started on it yet. After about half an hour of work, she winded up standing over me on my left side with her right arm around my shoulder. I turned to say something to her and got a generous look down her salwaar. I moved, or tried to, but I was already pushed back against the backrest of the seat. She moved quickly and I found myself with her sitting directly in my lap. Each of her legs was straddling my lap and she had her hands around the back of my neck. She leaned forward and whispered into my ear with the sexiest voice I have ever heard. “Miss Sharma, is there any other way I can get an ‘A’ in your class?” With that, she leaned back and took off her salwaar. I got my second look at her bra. It was fairly lacy with about three fourths coverage. I could see her nipples underneath the black fabric. They were an erotic dark chocolate color. She let go of her salwaar and it wafted gently to the floor. She grasped the back of my head and pushed it to her chest. “Miss Sharma?” She queried, “If I make love to you, will you give me an ‘A’ in your class?” I tried to say something but my throat was so dry that I could only manage a feeble nod. I could smell the perfume on her chest and could hear her heart thumping away. The smells and sounds were really turning me on. It was amazing how such little things gave such extreme responses. She climbed off me and tugged on the straps of her bra. Her fleshy breasts jiggled in a wonderful little dance. She told me to go and sit in my chair with my legs parted. I went as she commanded, feeling my nipples become stiff with apprehension. She set me down and started to unravel my saree. She kissed her way closer to my waistline. When she got to where the saree was tucked into my petticoat she grasped it in her hands and pulled it out completely. Now my saree was hanging open and I was completely exposed save for my bra and below my waist. She pushed my petticoat up so it was all around my belly button. I felt surprised to see myself slightly wet. Sadna grasped my filmy bikini underwear and tugged at it. It slid easily over my legs and down to my ankles. She told me to hold her tits. I was trembling since I have never had an experience like this before. I slid my hands down her shoulders and cupped her breasts in my hands. I was amazed to see how erect her nipples were and the wonderful feeling it was to have another woman’s private parts in my hands. It appeared she was enjoying this more than I was. Now, I don’t have a whole lot of pubic hair. I keep it trimmed very short in a little diamond shape. This seemed only to please my student even more. She looked up at me and gave out a very evil grin. She stuck her tongue out tenderly and licked the top of my pussy just above the hair line. Oh god what a feeling, I made a light moan and grabbed her breasts without control. She entered me and lightly probed around. It appeared she had done this before. It was an amazing feeling. I could feel this tensing muscle inside me, probing. Sometimes it would harden, and sometimes it would just lick. There was a slight tingle inside my womb as I could feel the beginning of an orgasm but it was about a good five minutes away. I wanted her so badly and I moaned, willing for her to continue. “Suck me,” I said. “Take my clit and rub it.” Silently she obeyed. She hadn’t left my pussy since she had first entered it. I was very close to coming now. Just a few more strokes with the tongue and I would be over the edge. Past the point of no desirable return. I told her that I was about to come and she just went faster. Faster. Oh my how dare she go faster? It was not fair that a person of such youth should be able to make women come so powerfully. Yes, and powerful it was, for when I came, I thrust my hips upward so as to force every bit of her mouth inside me. She made a little giggle as my sweet juices rained down on her.