Hey guys, so… I am a teacher (28f), with dark waist-length hair, and unmarried. I started my teaching job (Humanities) a few years ago. Now, because I wanted to help students from underprivileged areas, I decided to take up a posting in Uttarakhand, in a rather desolate place… I mean, there were people there, and students did come, but it was all rather quiet.
So, anyway… this story starts in January 2025. I had a new student in my college (let’s call him Ishaan, 19 years old). And, Ishaan is a backbencher type of student. Doesn’t really like to study; is a brash kind of student; never really thinks before he speaks. To be rather honest… I was into such guys when I was younger – I still kinda am.
Well, a month has passed since he joined. His work was usually incomplete. He couldn’t answer basic questions at times, but I still taught him as I would with the other students.
But one day, during class, I caught him sitting at the very back benches, rubbing his cock through his pants. Now, I don’t know what awakened in me – maybe it was the size? His cock seemed to be at least 7 inches from my experience…
So, all I really did was hand him a small note discreetly asking to meet me in the staff room during lunch.
Now, my figure is 33-27-32. I would guess some people call it an hourglass figure? But well, I’ve done my part in getting my waist slimmed down; it’s damn hard, I tell you!
But anyway, in the place I teach, female teachers need to wear a saree. There’s nobody really stopping us from wearing something else, but I do it to become a role model for my students, so that they also wear their proper uniform.
The saree that we have to wear is that synthetic polyester type, which is rather uncomfortable during summer, very sweaty during monsoons, and only good during winters. But, I know you aren’t here to listen to my rant about the shitty sarees we have to wear – you’re here to get into the main thing, right?
So let’s continue, skipping into the staff room.
Now, the staff room was a little rundown. It was a 14×10 ft room, a center table with dividers set up in between for teachers to have privacy; not like there were that many teachers anyways. The paint was cracked, the walls had black spots, but not like I would be rubbing my face on it, no? I ignored it all.
Ishaan was, as usual, not scared. He even said, “Call my parents if you want to, ma’am. They won’t care.”
That kind of sounded a little sad to me, I mean… why would they not care? But my main point was something else. I looked at him, as I was sitting down on my chair, my hands neatly folded in my lap, as I said, “Ishaan, I didn’t call you in here to get angry at you. I get it that you are pent up; it’s absolutely understandable.”
He looked a little shocked at first. I guess he was thinking I would get angry at him, shout at him, or something. I didn’t, and it’s because I had an entirely different thought process for some reason.
I gave him a soft smile as I said, “I’m here to help if you need any.”
And I knew what he’d reply. Which was, “Oh, then are you willing to help me release my pent-up frustration? huh?” To which I gave him a super simple reply, “Yes, yes, I am.”
The shocked eyes were piling up. He would’ve thought I would have slapped him then and there, but again… I wanted the outcome to be very different.
All I said to him then was, just as the lunch ended, “Meet me in the boys’ washroom after the day ends… don’t bring anyone else with you,” and went to take my classes. The day was uneventful, but I knew it would get really fun afterwards.
Let’s time skip to 4 pm.
All the students and most teachers had gone home. The place was rather empty except for the guard who was probably watching reels while on duty. So, he wasn’t a problem.
I was in the boys’ washroom. The place was… again, not much different from the staff room. The only thing I guess you could call different was that it had urinals, toilet stalls, and the floor was usually wet and dirty.
As I leaned back against the wall, facing the doorway, I saw Ishaan step in and slowly close the washroom door behind him. My arms were crossed above my chest, my pallu was a little awry, as I knew he could get a glimpse at my cleavage. My crossed arms were even raised a bit.
I spoke up first, “You want my help?” I asked, my voice ringing a little in the bathroom. “If you do, nod your head. If you don’t, then you can leave. This won’t affect your grades, but I expect you to get better grades afterwards.”
All he did was nod his head.
“Then get into the toilet stall,” I said, “And sit down on it.”
Just as he did that, I walked in before him, locking the door behind me.
To give you a visual of how the toilet stall looked, it was a 4×4 ft cubicle, floor to ceiling walls and door, and a single light that would flicker at times. All the stalls were like this.
I got on my knees, tying my waist-length hair up into a messy bun, looking at him, as I asked him again, “You really want this? You can still back out, you know?”
All he did again was nod his head and say, “Y-yes, I want this, ma’am.”
I opened his belt first, then his pants zip, and lowered it to his knees. He wasn’t wearing underwear. I guess that’s why I could see his length even through his pants.
“Mmm… no underwear, huh?” I said, looking up at him as I leaned in to take a whiff of his cock. It smelt of sweat; not to mention the fact that flaccid it was 6 inches, cut, but unshaved. He really had a jungle at the base of his cock.
All I did then was lean in to lick his balls, at times kissing them. Stroking his cock with my hand, as I looked up at him, maintaining eye contact. I guess that caused him to immediately get a hard-on. He was indeed 7 inches, maybe a little more, but hey, who’s counting the decimals?
His head fell back as I licked the underside of his cock, kissing his tip. All he did was moan as his fingers scrambled for a grip on the walls beside us. The bathroom was humid, I was sweating, he was too. It felt hot in the close quarters we were in.
As I slowly took his cock in my mouth, God, it was big… I still had some left at the base, as I started to bob my head up and down. It was already hitting the back of my throat; it felt like, my uvula was giving me an involuntary gag reflex, but I kept going.
Slurping on his cock, as the stall was filled with sloppy noises of my saliva and his pre-cum, my one hand was fondling his balls, and the other was on the floor, to help keep my balance. His fingers then threaded my hair, fisting them as he held my hair bun. I looked up at him. This was the first time he’d taken his initiative – I liked it.
As he looks at me and says, “Take a deep breath, ma’am. You’ll need it.”
And just as I did, he pushes my head into his cock, my nose buried in his thick pubic hair, as I am almost choking on it. My spit was leaking from the corner of my lips, as he started to thrust upwards. It was sloppy to say the least. His technique was good. He was being hard; I like that.
But the noises… God, the noises! I was gagging on his cock, my spit, and his pre-cum everywhere. My cunt was even a little wet, as I took my hand, which was on the floor, and started to rub it. God, it had been long since I was manhandled – I loved it.
He kept going, pulling my hair bun loose, as he wrapped my hair around his hand and used it to keep my head in place. I was dripping onto the floor, my saree was a little dirty because it was getting dragged around on the floor, but I didn’t mind it.
This went on for around 10 more minutes, as he said, “I’m cumming. Can I do it in your mouth?”
I just nodded at him, my mouth still filled with his cock, as he thrusted deep and came directly into my throat. It felt like some of it even dripped onto the floor as he finally pulled out.
His cum was thick and viscous. I could feel it dripping down my esophagus into my stomach as I took a long breath in. Licking my lips, leaning in to lap at his cock and clean the residue left.
“You’re good at this,” I said, licking his cock like a bitch, as he looked at me and chuckled, replying, “You look rather experienced. Do you do this with the other students too?”
All I did was nod “no,” as his hand held my chin, forcing me to look up at him.
“So, I’m your first student who got to do this, huh? What else do I have the privilege to do? If you’re so… willing to help me?”
I let out a shudder, as I said to him, “Anything, but don’t cum inside my pussy… I’m not on birth control.”
He again looked a little surprised, “You… don’t want me to use a condom or something?” he asked.
My reply was, “Nah, I like it raw… and I have a problem with condoms.”
Yeah, I did. Latex usually made me feel itchy, so I avoided it.
“So, what now?” He asked, and my reply was, “Whatever you say.”
After thinking for a moment, he lets my chin go, and says, “Take your blouse off. I want to taste your boobs,” and I did.
Sitting down on the toilet, as he started to lick one of my nipples, rolling and pinching the other in between his fingers. All I did was hold his hair, trying not to moan. He kept biting, sucking, pulling on my nipples. I could see he was getting another hard-on.
My hands instinctively went to his cock, stroking it, rubbing my fingers on his tip.
“Aram se karna… we have a lot of time,” I said to him, the back of my head hitting the wall as he started to bite my nipples with his teeth and pull on them. I was wet enough already.
That went on for maybe 5 or 10 more minutes, hard to tell the time when you’re on the edge of euphoria.
Then, he stood up and asked me to face the door. Just as I did that, we heard the washroom door open. It was the guard. I immediately quietened down. He was probably here to take a piss or something.
But Ishaan? No, he was a mischievous fucker. He raised my saree up, as he noticed my pussy was dripping wet. Standing straight, he pushed my head into the door, put his thumb into my mouth, as he whispered into my ear, “Keep quiet, otherwise we will get caught,” and slowly inserted his cock into my already dripping cunt.
God! It was big, girthy… I almost moaned, but somehow kept quiet. Just as we heard the sound of piss on the urinal, he pulled almost out, and thrusted back in. I came immediately, and… well, when I come, it’s not usually the silent kind.
I came all over the floor, my eyes rolled up into my head, as he then returned to slowly thrusting. I guess we were saved because the guard was still watching reels on full volume while pissing.
Soon after, the guard left, and Ishaan started to thrust harder as he pushed my head into the door. All I could do was moan around his fingers.
I keep myself properly shaved, I don’t like hair on my private parts, so this guy… his other hand moves to my pussy, which was already dripping again, and rubs it, as he puts his nose on my neck, smelling my sweat, and slaps my pussy.
I accidentally bite his thumb, as he yanks it out and says, “Fucking hell… tujhe kya aukaat hai katne ki?”
I just tried to apologize. He wasn’t listening to any of it. He wraps my hair up in his fists, as he yanks my hair, and turns me around. As I faced the toilet, my hands were on the seat, in a standing doggy style.
He used my hair as a makeshift rope, yanking on it as he started thrusting harder. The stall was filled with the noises of our coupling, my moans, and his cock slamming into my dripping pussy. Each thrust was enough to make my mouth open and eyes roll up into my skull.
He went on thrusting, yanking on my hair at times to bend my back just enough so that he could see my well-fucked face. I was drooling from the edge of my lips, my eyes half closed, my tits swaying with each thrust.
He went on for almost 20 minutes. Then changed his position, making me sit on the toilet seat, lifting my legs up in the air and on his shoulders, as he thrusted into me. It was like a sitting mating press, as he pulled on my nipples.
Really, I was just drooling and moaning as he thrusted into me. And then, with a final thrust, he came inside. I never trust my period cycles that much, but thank god it was a safe day… I think…
As he pulled out, his cum dripped from my pussy and his cock, onto the floor. He held my face cheeks, harshly as he said, “Who will clean this up, huh?”
I immediately got on my knees and started to lick his cock clean, as he gently slapped my cheeks and said, “Clean the cum on the floor too. We can’t leave evidence here, can we?”
I got onto it, lapping at the floor to drink his cum. What the hell was I even doing? I probably looked like a bitch in heat, which I actually was…
Then, after it was all done. He gave my ass a squeeze, as I was putting on my blouse and saree properly. I just gave him a glare.
His response was, “What? I just came inside you, and you are glaring at me? Come on…”
After a moment, “So… when can we do this again?”
I let out a sigh, as I said, “You know where I live, na?”
I lived a little far from the town; nobody really came there unless they were travelers just asking for directions.
He nodded, and I said, “Well, we’ll do it at my place then. I’ll need a week to rest up because of you…”
That was it that day. We parted soon after, and as I reached my home, I was still dripping into my panties.
God, that guy would ruin me…