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Oh Miss – What A Fuck!deleteddeletedMysteries of sexual attraction cannot be explained through any logic. Sometimes the differences in two separate individuals and their soul became the very hinges and glue that holds them together. Sexually we can get attracted to anyone irrespective of the age or relationship dynamics. It is the surge of our sexual needs that drives us.It was September, quarterly exams had just finished for my c***d studying in UKG. It was Saturday, open day in school to collect results and discuss with teachers. My wife was busy. So, for the first time, I went with my son to collect results. We were the last in the queue.Few parents were already waiting so we had to wait for some time. The teacher asked us to sit, but the chairs and tables were for k**s. Being a 6+ ft tall man I could not sit on that small furniture. After a few minutes again the teacher requested me to sit. I indicated to her that I was ok and stood there.The teacher’s name was Devika. She was very pretty and young maybe in her late twenties, lovely smile. Her hair made in a bun with a pin stuck in it. She was wearing a purple saree matched with a tight-fitting golden short-sleeved blouse. On the back, it was tied in a neat knot with golden strings.The blouse strap on the back was a very thin little bigger than the usual bra strap. It was so thin that it looked almost like she was backless. her almost nude back looked smooth and soft. Her lovely naked waist looked marvelous. The blouse was very short, exposing her sparkling white stomach down up to her belly.Her short blouse exposed a lot of her body from her shoulders, arms, and her deep chest. Her blouse was too thin at her bra lines, it was deep cut also. It just stood at the breaking edge of her cleavage. I never believe in love at first sight, but always believe in thundering sexual attraction at first sight.She was looking vibrant and seductively attractive. I lost my composure. My body deciding before my brain that she would be a ‘Royal’ fuck. I regretted not coming to school earlier. Devika was gorgeous. Tall, looked confident, amazon of a woman.The lines of her gold blouse combined with Purple saree skimming every curve of her body. Her saree and blouse covered less, exposed more. I had a perverted sort of look to her. As though I was looking at a piece of nude art. There was only carnal desire there, towards her bewitching beauty.I stood admiring her beauty from a little distance. She saw me more than once staring at her, I had to look the other side. She kept checking if I was again looking at her. Our eyes met for a few times a lovely little hide and seek of eyes.Her expression indicated that she was loving the attention that she was getting from a horny man. I was sure she was not wearing a regular bra, might be thongs or strapless. Her boobs tightly caged in that blouse. They looked huge from the way her blouse shaped, creating two huge lumps on her chest.She looked amazing. Her radiant presence just blew me away. Our turn came. She said sorry we have small benches only. She got up to offer her chair, but I asked her to remain seated. I sat on a small bench with little difficulty. She raised to offer me her chair.She bent a little, not exposing anything but her lovely boobs moved down. She knew how good the sight of her boobs would affect the morals of a man. Her shell-like breasts, her pearly skin, her attitude they were all terrific. I was losing my morals. Her lovely perfume shrunk in me deeper making me mad for her.She asked me why my wife did not come. I told her that she was leaving for Bangalore in the evening Shatabdi along with the c***dren. So, she was busy packing. She enquired when they will be back. I told her Thursday. She said that my son is also very tall like me, and I had to agree with her.She was lovely, bold, full of energy, hot and sexy. I was curious to know more about her I asked her if she was from Chennai. She informed me that she had moved from Pune only 6 months back. We discussed my son’s performance at school. She said he is very naughty, but overall, he is very good.In the meantime, my son went towards the charts and started showing me ‘Papa – Tall – short, big – small.’ Madam told me that he is the tallest in the class, I told her that there are a lot of advantages of being tall. She asked me to tell her about the advantages of being tall.More than the question, I was little taken back she way she asked me. There was nobody around class was empty. Even outside it was like most of them had left. I wondered if she doesn’t know that a tall man would have a long dick.I pointed towards my son and said, “For his mother, I can clean the fans and lights easily. I can clean the upper racks also easily. She makes use of my height to her maximum advantage.” I looked towards her, kept quiet with my heartbeat increasing every moment.She laughed and said, “Yeah, I know, it’s useful everywhere, very nice. It is always nice to help your wife. She is very lucky to have a tall man like you. Mam is also very pretty and beautiful. I always like tall and mature men. They are more trustworthy, responsible and sensible.”Why did she tell that? I was 36 a little mature, was she praising me? Women can confuse and also seduce anyone with their talks. Women know more about words than men ever will and to understand them, Phew, it is always very dicey.She smiled mischievously and said, “Tall people always have to sit in the last bench also along with other Romeos of the class.” She seemed to be smart enough to extend the conversation. She seemed to be very friendly and jovial. I said, “I was also a last bencher and Romeo too.”I mustered courage and told, “For teachers like you, even today we can become students and sit in any benches.” She laughed at what is said as I looked at her with mischievous eyes. She gave me my son’s report card and answer sheets as we spoke. It was not like meeting my son’s teacher, it was very different.She said, “Your son is already a Romeo in class. He remembers all the girl’s phone numbers and not even a single boy’s number from the class.” I was zapped by what she told. I never knew this. Devika miss called my son, asked him numbers of few girls, he quickly gave them. She told him to go and play.She said, “He is a Romeo but very good in numbers. I would suggest you put him in abacus classes. He will do very well.” I did not hesitate and said, “He is like his father of younger days. I too was a Romeo. But I feel he is too young. My wife and I both don’t want him to take the burden of studies at this young age. Let him be happy, play and enjoy.”She looked at me with a smile and said, “Since you said play, let me tell you one more thing. Whenever he enters school in a happy playful mood. He wishes me ‘Good Morning Mam’.” And she laughed out, I was sure she was at something else.I took my chance and told her “Who would not like those chubby cheeks?” Slowly I could feel that intimacy was building. Like a time bomb, it was ticking slowly. But would it explode or not was a matter of time. She was a very different teacher.This halkalı escort was the first time I met such a seductive, open-minded teacher. I again wondered if I was discussing with my son’s teacher. This madam was a little extra frank and friendly. Everything she did I felt she seduced me. While she breathed her boobs heaved. I felt she was breathing for me only.She said, “I have seen very few k**s with this kind of memory power. So I would strongly suggest you put him in abacus classes. I leave it to you to decide.” My culprit mind started to make its moves. I told her, “Madam It would be fine if someone would teach him at home.”She said, “I would love to coach him. I used to take tuitions earlier. But as per this school’s guidelines, I cannot take tuition for c***dren at my home. Taking tuitions at my home will impact my preparations for the next day at school. It is a very funny and unusual rule.”I replied, “You can teach him at my home, I would love to have you at my home,” I said this paused and continued “to coach my son.” She thought for a moment and said, “Yes, I can come home to take tuitions. That is possible, it should not be a problem. The timing should work out then. That would be great, what is your office timings, sir.”I replied, “10.30 to 7.00, and tuitions are for my son not for me.” I looked at her puzzled. With every sentence, the interaction we moved closer. We could not stop playing with each other with words.She looked at my son, then at me. She said, “Yes, I know that, but I want to see a tall man working at home also, so I asked.” Something was brewing between us and I was pretty sure what it was. I laughed and asked, “Oh ok, anytime you are welcome madam.”She did not answer and said, “I am free by 3.45 from school, I can spend another 30 minutes and then make it by 4.30.” She looked like a woman in a hurry. Now she was deciding very quickly. I wanted to know if she was married, about her family.Was it just the money or she intended something else? A man’s mind always is very positive on sexual matters. I told her, “Madam, you can take your time to decide, no hurry, you can inform me later also.”My son’s teacher looked like a woman in a hurry. Now she was deciding very quickly. I wanted to know if she was married, about her family. Was it just the money or she intended something else? A man’s mind always is very positive on sexual matters.I told her, “Madam, you can take your time to decide, no hurry, you can inform me later also.” She said, “No problem, it’s my decision, I stay in a flat with 2 other girls. So, time is not a problem. I am ok for any time after school hours.” That was also quick, I was still perplexed, I thought maybe she wanted extra income.Why was she giving me so much of information I wondered? I always search for passionate, sensitive and understanding sex. I wanted to try my luck with her. I asked her the fees, she demanded Rs 7500/- which was high. I knew my wife would not agree. I told her I will consult my wife and let her know.She insisted me to check and tell her. If it was fine then she would come to see my house today itself. She decided to start coaching from the day my c***d returned from his vacations. She was not giving me any time to think. What was the hurry, I still wondered?I was damn sure that she was looking for some extra money or enjoyment. Else why would someone be in so much of hurry. I went out of the classroom, spoke to my wife. I informed her that our son will be coached at our home in Abacus from his miss.I purposeful told her a fee of Rs 4000/-. She seemed to be happy and said fine Ok. I came back, told Devika that she can come from Thursday. She would get tuition fees as 4000/- from my wife. I will pay her the 3500/- separately. She asked, “Why, she feels 7500/- is high?”I looked at her and said, “Yes, she feels so. But I don’t want to miss this opportunity to have you at home.” In life, if we tend to wait for good things to happen by waiting, we miss out. What I wished would not fall in my lap. It was somewhere nearby.I decided to stand up, put in the time to work it till it takes to get to it. I could not miss the opportunity. She was a damn sexy lady and the temptation to have hot raunchy sex with her was driving me crazy. I looked at her, scanning her body from my eyes.I said, “She will not understand how priceless certain things are in life.” She lowered her eyes lids hiding her seductive smile. She was enjoying the attention and attraction she was getting. She seemed to be relived, happy. “Great, then, I will be there from Thursday.”She asked me to sign the report cards, register, I signed them. She did not speak a word. She asked for my pen, she started to make a few corrections in her sheets. She kept the pen with her and started to wind up to leave. I said, “Madam, my pen, it’s with you.”She said, “Oh sorry.” She picked the pen and said, “What is so special about this pen?” She started to look it at from all angles and then looking at me teasingly. I shamelessly told her, “You use it, madam, you will know how special it is.”She looked down and said, “Ok will try to use your pen today itself,” and kept it in her bag. I could not stop myself. Like a stupid for the sake of continuing the conversation said, “You have to return it once you get a feel of it.” Surprisingly she spoke without any shame, “Sure, but I will ask and use it whenever I need it.”I said, “Sure, it will be all yours only madam and I am damn sure you will certainly like it.” She said, “I am sure back home madam would also be very happy using it.” Wild thoughts took over me for a moment. I wanted to hold her there itself and press my lips on the mouth, push her saree and feel her boobs.But I controlled my urges. Nothing left to the imagination now. It was all happening shamelessly and very fast. I replied, “She definitely uses and likes it. But now my pen is also happy to feel itself in a new hand.” She looked in my eyes and said, “Sure, why not, shall we go?”Very little left to guess between us. We almost broke all the shackles of our distance between us with each minute passing. She looked in my eyes held her hand forward for a handshake. I did not expect it but yes, the first touch is always special. The handshake was a firm and long.Both of us looking in each other’s eyes like we have struck a million-dollar deal and leaving each other’s hands. I wanted those soft hands and long fingers to shake milk from my dick. My dick was getting restless in my pants. I told her that I will be waiting and she can join me.But she said, “Feel comfortable dear, no problem.” She started to keep all the report cards, dairy, registers in their respective places. As she stood there working, I kept looking at her amazing round lovely boobs, they looked wonderful.As she turned back, I was awe struck. Let me tell you I had never seen an ass like that. It was full, firm, round and looked apt enough to fit my dick in her ass crack. She saw me staring at her from the cupboard glass. She turned taksim escort around took the books on the table to keep them above the cupboard.Oh boy, what I saw was pure heaven, as she raised her hands up. Her entire one portion of the body from her shoulder to her belly was displayed. The clear shape of boobs, stomach, navel waist in a single flow looked extremely inviting. She had lovely curves and looked absolutely smoking hot.She was fucking very sexy and curvy to resist. I stood up to help her. I brushed my fingers on her suppled sensual on the pretext of helping her. She just kept quiet as I kept my hands there for a few seconds. I could smell her as I was extremely close to her, it was maddening.Her body heat, smell and antics made me crazy for her. She pushed my hands, I moved back she again pulled out my pen, held it between her lips and said, “Done, shall we move, I will sign the register in the office and join you in 2 minutes.” She was one hell of a seductive lady.Oh, she was coming home, I forgot. I called my wife, informed her. My wife told me that, “She is coming for the first time. It’s lunch time. Let us have lunch together, you inform her accordingly.” I waited for Devika Miss in my car. She came sat in the front seat.She took my son in her lap. My son was very excited that she was coming home. I was also very excited on the developments. My eyes repeatedly staring and scanning at her lovely body. I told her very clearly that she will not go back without having lunch with us.She tried to say no, but it was only half-hearted. As we drove, she asked my son, “You like papa or mummy?”Son replied, “Papa.”She again him asked, “You don’t like mummy, why?”My son replied, “I like both, but papa more.”The way she played with her eyes was just incredible. She lowered her lashes until they almost cuddled her cheeks and slowly raised them again, like a theatre curtain. It was mesmerised her eyes certainly inviting me, horny dirty thoughts clearly written all over her face.We reached home. It was already late, we all had lunch together. We kept chatting as she was well known to my wife. Suddenly we realized that it was 4.15. The Shatabdi leaves at 5.30. So my wife rushed to leave. Devika said she will also leave.Wife said that she will book a cab for herself. She asked Devika where she lived, it was a 3 km drive from home. My wife told me to drop her home. She booked her cab and we all started together. I kept talking to her as we headed to her home.She asked me to call her Devika as she felt awkward. She kept saying that I was older and mature than her with more experience. And she always liked little mature men. We reached her flat. She started to check her purse, she started to search for something frantically.She repeatedly checked the same bag a few times. Then she kept her hands on her head and said, “Vinay, I have left my mobile in your house, I am so sorry.” We looked at each other, I told her, “No problem, you relax. I will go back and get your phone.”Was this a ploy to invite to her home or come back to my home?Devika Miss said, “Vinay, I have left my mobile in your house, I am so sorry.” We looked at each other, I told her, “No problem, you relax. I will go back and get your phone.”She was very apologetic and said, “I am so sorry Vinay. I am troubling you so much.” I asked her again, “Are you sure you have left it at home, not at school?” She said, “Yes I kept it on the tea table. Let me come with you, anyway, there is no work.”She forgot it purposely. As I turned the car around, I said “Hmm, ok we will go back. We will have coffee anyway. Even I don’t have any work for now.” She was waiting for this, I guess.She said, “Do you drink Masala chai? I would like to relax for some time with a cup of tea. I usually get this back pain and leg pain. A cup of chai soothes and relaxes me.” I looked at her and said, “You look healthy and fit, Madam. Do you have back and leg problems?”She looked at me and said, “I get back and leg pain due to my upper body weight. I have put on a little weight.” I looked at her boobs and said, “You just look perfect. Yeah, maybe your upper baggage is a little heavy. But honestly, you look very sexy.” My eyes resting on her heaving melons.She said, “I know that and I am happy with my body, just need to reduce few kilos. That will help, but men like this baggage, isn’t it? They just don’t miss a chance of staring at it.”“Who will not like to stare at those, they look fantastic and not only staring but men do a lot of imagination thinking about them.”She said, “Chi, you are a dirty man, just shut up.” I said “Ok, but anyway that is a fact. What else relaxes you, have you tried massages” I asked her. She smiled, “Yes I like, but I don’t like females giving me a massage. Massage from firm hands followed with a cold shower is always relaxing.”I said, “Yes, we like a massage from women and you like from men, nude couple shower is always exciting.” She said, “Couple Shower depends on who is in the company, but certainly not a massage center.” I asked her, “How about my company?” She said, “Let me think, I told you I like tall and little mature men.”We entered our apartment premises I told her, “I also like those sizes and shapes, I guess 36.” I did not look at her this time as I was parking my car. She said, “Just close to that 36c, and how about yours?” I said, “Measure it yourself, you won’t be disappointed.”We reached home. She had kept the phone in charge right in front of her eyes. How could she miss it, I wondered. In the meantime, the wife called me to inform me that they have settled on the train. She kept her bag aside, sat on the sofa, closed her eyes with her head relaxed on the sofa.I went to the kitchen to prepare tea. I looked at her from the kitchen and I could see the perfect shape of her boobs her cleavage visible. Her heavy breathing moving her boobs up and down in lovely tandem. Her saree was totally in disarray as she sat there.She spread her legs, sat there relaxing. Only a small layer of saree covering her boobs as she let then loose for my view, her saree stuck between her boobs. I kept the tea and quickly changed to shorts and T-shirt nothing inside my 7” thick dick woke up making its moves inside.As the tea started to boil my body also started to boil. In no time I had a raging hard in my shorts. I could not take my eyes off her as she slept there like a whore. She gently opened her eyes to look towards me. She saw me staring at her, she closed her eyes again.She came to the kitchen to ask for Moov spray. She said her back was paining. I got her the pain relief spray, she sat on the sofa trying to spray it, but she seemed to be struggling. Tea was ready, Devika looked to me as hot as the boiling tea.Neither she covered her open cleavage and the view of her boobs, nor she seems to be bothered about it as she picked her cup of tea. We finished our tea in no time. I sat opposite to her and asked her, “Shall I help you?” She said, “If you can spray and rub it little it would be great.”I sat behind her, she pushed şişli escort her hairs aside, turned her back towards me. In a very low seductive voice, she said, “You untie the knot and spray it here.” I did not speak a word. I moved closer to her, slowly untied the knot of her blouse. There was only 1 hook on the back of her blouse.I pushed her saree aside. She pulled her saree completely in the front. Her bareback in front of my eyes. She again turned back looked in my eyes, I kept my finger on her back moving it slowly. I spoke in her ears, “Is it paining here, or here.”She said not here, she held my finger moved it to the edge of her blouse, she said, “Here.” I did not wait for her permission anymore. I slipped my finger inside her blouse, applied little pressure there. I asked her here. She said, “Yes now it’s paining everywhere.” She kept her hands on my thighs as she spoke.Breath and heat and contact of the skin the seductive smiles. Slow murmurs it was all so engrossing. The enormity of sexual feelings revealing itself in the tiniest of gestures. The most delicate sensations between us. Suddenly it struck me that she was not wearing a bra.She held my fingers pushed her blouse aside, “Push it a little. This is my favorite blouse. I don’t want it to get spoiled.” She was breathing heavily now. She left her saree to fall on the sofa. I moved closer and kept my chin on her shoulders looking down to catch a glimpse of her hot boobs.I moved my face close to her hair, sensually breathing and moving my lips. Her lovely body smells. Oh god, it was maddening. I pushed her blouse further down, moved my fingers across her back. She sat there with her saree half disrobed, blouse down to her shoulders.I said, “I feel your blouse will get spoiled, I am unhooking it.” All I could hear was only a small whimper. She did not speak a word, she waited with bated breath to get her blouse unhooked.I told her, “You dress very differently, very sexy, very tempting, not the usual types, you are very different, can I ask you something, if you don’t mind.” She said, “Vinay anything that is in your mind, noting to hide after coming this far.”I knew she was wearing a strapless bra but asked her, “You don’t wear a bra?” She smiled and said, “I do wear, why?” She paused and said, “Oh you could not see the straps, that is making you curious, I like your observation.”She continued “I am wearing it but does not have straps. It’s called strapless bra, you can see it in some time,” she said. I said, “Oh ok, very nice, but how does it hold them.” She said, “That is too much of curiosity, you will see everything, have patience.”Her hands moving on my thighs pushing my shorts up. Her hands were moving dangerously close to my raging firm dick. I pushed her hairs aside and made her feel my hot breath on her neck and pushed her blouse down. She did not react I could see the goosebumps on her skin as I started to breathe on her skin.I asked her, “Can I push it a little more down?” She said, “Yes, little more till you can see what you wanted to see.” I said, “Yes, I can see, its black in color.” I could not control myself and I held her from her chin and turned her face towards me.A glance of her face. Just half a second’s view. No words, not even a single word her eyes doing the talking. She kept her face back looking in my eyes, enough to arouse every pore of my burning body. I moved further to her lips. Lips as lush as petals painted in soft, tender pink.She was so close now. Near enough that when she breathed, I inhaled a lungful of her scent. She smelled delicious. I had been admiring her beauty for the past few hours, but it never seemed right to act on it. Somehow, things felt more normal being in my home.I did not spray the pain balm but kept moving my fingers sensually around her back. It was like the past few hours were just a crazy dream that had finally come true, except. It was only on hold for a while. But it was long enough to act on my feelings. I wanted this woman badly.Everything about her was perfect, my hunger rose in my whole body. My dick throbbing and burning in my shorts. “Such soft skin,” I said, as my fingers played along both the side of her blouse pushing it down. Driving her mad with desire as heat pooled at their juncture.Pushing her saree down from her shoulders I pushed her blouse to an extent where it sat along with her bra. My fingers moved to her neck and slowly moving down her neck asking her, “I have been wondering what you felt like here.”I moved closer to her to gain better access to the soft skin on the edge of her cleavage and boobs. So close to the spot where the most I wanted her. “I don’t know but I am feeling good,” she said.I said, “Want to feel how this soft, lovely skin will feel against me,” and moved my fingers on the top of her lovely soft boobs. I placed a soft, lush kiss on the column of her neck as my hands moved lower. Pushing her bra and blouse down and feeling her bare lovely boobs.She rested her head back on my shoulders giving me more access to play with her lovely boobs. I pulled back my hands and in a smooth move unhooked her blouse, in another move I unhooked her bra. I pushed them out and she sat there bare-chested.I removed my T-Shirt and her hands moved back to hold my neck. The storm was building and it was fierce. My manhood pushed out through my loose shorts, pushing out and making her feel its hardness and heat. Challenging her even beyond her thin saree and thickness of her inner skirt.It was now standing on just a delicate knot a few inches away from my fingers. I fondled her boobs slowly in my hands and kissed her neck, wringing succulent delight from her every nerve. As I began to move my hands on her boobs. I pushed a lock of her hair aside and dragged my mouth over her throat.She stiffened, unable to hold back a whimper of pleasure. Her lovely body swayed and jolted suddenly, forcing our bodies closer with the impact. Feeling her waist, kissing her neck in one unsparing sweep of my hand.I untied the knot of her inner skirt revealing the quavering ripeness of her fulsome navel and lovely ass. After a moment of awe, I went back to her boobs to hold and feel them with unquenched ferocity. I kissed, devoured her there itself, on the sofa.Within moments our irresistible heat, passion moved in our bodies our frenzied hands tore away from each other’s remaining pieces of clothes on our bodies. In an unapologetic rush of blood and one smooth motion, I turned her. She stood there completely nude in front of me.Her pink pussy covered with a thin layer of piercing black hair. It was the impatience of the way we removed each other’s clothes from their bodies. That turned us on. Our lust and thirst getting better of us. The sexual madness inviting heat and altar of desire and passion and longing.Now as we claimed each other, there was more fluidity in our actions. Her nude body glowing, pearls of sweat dripping from her hair. I pulled her closer to me. In a completely sensual, romantic turn of events that took both of us in its waves. Unaware we swept us irresistibly into each other’s arms.We were both naked, pressed together with bodies firmly feeling the skin and heat of each other. Devika moved her mouth on one of my nipples, my hands moved on Devika’s inner thighs. I was struck by how intense it was, how urgent, deep and powerful this sexual wanting went.What did you think of this story??

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