Hi all, This is not a normal story that you read every time. This is based on real-life events. If my story makes you horny or wet, please kindly respond to the email at the end of this story.
I’m Shiv, working as a professor with a reputed medical college in Bangalore. I’m currently in my late 20s, height 6 ft., weight 80 kgs.
The story will be told in 3 episodes. This episode will have 3 stories
1 – Meeting young diva Kavya
2 – Who tried to seduce whom?
3 – War of tongues.
The leading girl of this epic is my secret girlfriend, a sexy doll, and a submissive slave named Kavya. So let’s go into the story.
1 – Meeting young diva Kavya:
The story started 9 months back when I joined this college in Bangalore as a professor.
Due to my height and physique, I could easily get the attention of the young hot girls, but I had a strict policy not to indulge in any affair with students because it would ruin my reputation in college.
I joined during mid-semester. There were all kinds of girls.. sluts, hoes, innocent, studious, naughty, chatterboxes, nerds, angels, short, dusky, and tall ones.
Of these, some 5 girls used to stare at me when I took class, but I always ignored all of them. One girl caught my attention.
Her name was Kavya, and who is in her early twenties. Pursuing the third year of MBBS, height 5.2, weight 65, milky fair, 36D, long hair, dimple cheeks, seeing her thighs in leggings is worth dying for.
She was a love failure. A guy rejected her during school days. That guy is such a jerk. Kavya is a bombshell. She would be your slave for life. Such a submissive doll…
She was an artist, too. She performed Bharatnatyam at age 7. She was great at oil painting and rock carving.
My intuition triggered this when I met her first. She caught my attention because she wore the same colour dress as mine on 4 consecutive days.
On one particular day, a random student cut her hair to shoulder level. I appreciated that in class, saying, “Lol, the kid has grown into a girl,” the student responded, “Thank you, sir.”
2 – Who tried to seduce whom?
We had a cultural competition that was happening within the next 2 months. She has given her name to solo dance. Initially, I thought it was for classical dance.
I always had a wish to have the long hair of a girl.
She will be the first person I see in class every day. On that day, while crossing the classroom, I saw her. I was completely speechless and dumb. Almost all the girls who had a crush on me noticed it.
We always had eye contact but never spoke in or outside class. While taking class, she felt dull and disappointed and wrote something on her note. I casually took her note and saw what she had written.
It read:
Oh! My love.
Oh! My love.
You are the sun, and the world revolves around you.
Today, seeing you dull, I feel like my world is shattering.
I couldn’t express my feelings because they were beyond the Navarasa.
Love, oh my love!
Love, oh my love!
Please share it with me.
I couldn’t express how happy I felt reading this. After taking class, I wrote in her book, “Meet me when at 12.45 in the auditorium.”
My heart rate has been increasing since noon. Though I have tried to avoid her to the max, I have fallen for her without knowing it.
Most people won’t be near the auditorium at noon. That’s the reason I asked her to come here.
I was there at 12.45. I came from the exit entry and saw Kavya standing in the middle of the auditorium behind the speaker chair. She could have a clear view of the entrance.
I slowly moved behind her. There was a 15-inch gap, as I didn’t want anyone to notice this.
Me: You came before me. Do not turn back.
She says, “Yes, Sir. How can I ignore your note?”
Me: Do you like your Sir too much?
She: Yes, Sir.
Me: Why do you like Sir too much??
She: Because Sir knows how to treat me and teach me to be an obedient kitty.
Me: What was that written in your notebook? Is that about me?
“I’m sorry, sir,” she apologized.
Me: Did I ask for sorry?
She: No, I mean yes. Sorry, Sir… I was worried a lot, seeing you dull today.
Me: Do you know who is the reason behind it?
She: I don’t know, Sir, but whoever did this, I hate them.
Me: Don’t hate her. She is an angel.
She was frozen for a second and was about to turn her head. I moved very closer to her. Her perfume, mixed with sweat, took me to a new world.
Before I could react to anything, my dick started to rise. Luckily, only my chest touched her backside, and my dick was a few centimetres away from her ass.
“Do not turn your neck,” I murmured in her ear.
In a trembling voice, she says, “Yes, Sir.”
Me: Kavya is her name.
She was so happy. I could see her face becoming bright. Then suddenly, the happiness got low, and she asked.
She: Sir, what did I do? I’m sorry, Sir.
I blew air on her spine and asked, “Why did you cut your hair short?”
She: For my performance
Me: Bharatnatyam? Do you have short hair? Tell the truth.
She: I’m going to perform a western dance.
When I heard that, I wrapped my arms around her waist and placed my hand on her stomach. I inquired about the reason for the sudden change.
She: I thought you liked girls with short hair.
Me: Who said that? Do you know how much I love your long hair? I love teasing your short hair when I pull them, and you are on your fours.
She said, “But you never said or looked at my hair.”
Me: I thought you understood me well without expressing it in words.
I hugged her tight and planted a kiss on her neck. My dick was wedged between her ass and the crack, and she was gradually grinding. I was intrigued by her skills.
She: Sir, I feel adrenaline run all over me.
Me: Turn around, please.
I kissed her forehead, and she kissed my chin. She hugged me tightly. Slowly, she moved her hand to my pants.
Me: Haha, what happened to the innocent girl who was here before a few minutes?
She was already kneeling and said, “I cannot resist anymore, Sir. Make me your slave.”
Suddenly, she blushed, said that she was very safe in the arms of her Sir and hugged me more tightly. I could feel her boobs crushing my chest. I saw it in her eyes. It was pure love with lust.
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