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First time I cheated after getting married as my useless husband rarely fucks me
Shanti Mam and I used to teach in the same government school. She was an experienced lady, much older and wiser than me. Back then, I was a recently married shy woman, always dressed conservatively in sarees or salwar kameez. I always pretended to be this innocent newlywed, never letting on how much I loved sex and craved more than my husband could give me. I had a huge sexual appetite but after wedding thought to control myself and just have sex with my husband. Little did I knew my husband was pathetic when it came to sex and had some really twisted ideology why sex is only to procreate. Aside from this being in merchant navy he is always away.
Our principal, Ojha sir, was quite the lady’s man. At 54, he exuded confidence and charm. Rumor had it he’d fucked over a dozen teachers in his time. Shanti Mam was one of his many conquests, as I discovered one day after school.
I had stayed back late to grade papers. Shanti Mam’s moans echoing from Ojha sir’s office made me curious. I crept closer and peeked through the blinds, shocked at what I saw. Shanti Mam, her blouse unbuttoned and mouth stuffed with Ojha sir’s cock. He was fucking her right on his office desk!
The next day, Shanti pulled me aside after class. “Sushma, did you see us yesterday?” she whispered. I blushed and nodded. “Ojha sir wants to fuck you too. He thinks you’re so innocent and shy. I told him you’re just pretending.”
I feigned shock. “What? No, I couldn’t! I’m married!” Shanti just laughed. “I know you’re a cock craving slut beneath that prim and proper act. Don’t worry, I’ll help convince you to give in to Ojha sir. He’ll rock your world, I promise!”
Over the next few weeks, Ojha sir started paying extra attention to me. He’d call me into his office to chat, telling dirty jokes and asking about my sex life. I played coy, giggling and looking away. “Ojha sir, please! I’m a married woman!”
But he was persistent. “Ahh come now Sushma, you can tell me. What kind of lover is your husband? Is he satisfying you?”
I sighed and whispered, “He’s okay… He’s only able to last 2-3 minutes before finishing. The sex is so intense it makes me cry!” I widened my eyes innocently. “And sir, his cock is 4.5 inches! It feels so big and hard!”
Ojha sir just laughed, patting my hand. “Don’t worry my dear, we’ll find you a good lover who can handle these needs.” I nodded meekly, acting the shy bride.
Little did they know, my husband could barely keep up to my insatiable appetite. I was dying for more, and Ojha sir seemed like the perfect man to scratch that itch. He had no idea the vixen beneath my demure facade.
Days turned into weeks as Ojha sir’s attempts to seduce me continued. Shanti Mam whispered to me after class. “He’s going to pounce soon Sushma. I’ve seen the way he looks at you.”
I was more than ready for him to make his move. But I had to keep up the act. “I don’t know Shanti, I’m a married woman. What if someone finds out?”
She just smirked. “Oh he’ll make it worth your while. Besides, I’ll cover for you.” I nodded shyly, biding my time.
Finally, one afternoon when the school was empty, Ojha sir called me to his office with a sultry tone. “Sushma, could you come here for a bit? There’s something important I need to discuss.”
My heart fluttered as I entered his office, locking the door behind me like he’d demanded. He sat on the edge of his desk, patting the space next to him. “Come sit with me Sushma. I want to talk to you about us.”
I clutched my hands demurely, eyes downcast. “Ojha sir, what do you mean? I’m a married woman!”
He chuckled and pulled me onto his lap, hands roaming my curves. “Ahh but how long can you live a lie, my dear? I know you’re craving more than that little husband of yours can give.”
I squirmed in his lap, feeling his hard cock against my ass. “Sir, please! I couldn’t possibly…” I gasped as his hands slid under my blouse, cupping my heavy breasts.
“Oh but you can Sushma, and you will. Have you ever been fucked properly before?” he growled in my ear. “I’ll show you such heights of pleasure you’ll forget all about your husband.”
I moaned and arched into his touch, my cunt dripping with excitement. “Ojha sir, I’m so inexperienced…I don’t know if I can handle you.”
He laughed darkly, unbuttoning my blouse. “Oh Sushma, I’ll train this tight little cunt of yours to worship my cock.” He squeezed my nipples and I cried out, grinding on his lap.
It was happening! After so many months, I finally had Ojha sir right where I wanted him. He thought he was corrupting the innocent schoolteacher, but little did he know the cock hungry slut he was really dealing with.
I could barely contain my glee as he stripped off my clothes, running his hands over my curvy body. “Look at you, what a sexy little thing you are. Let me show you what a real man feels like.”
He freed his massive cock from his pants and I gasped at the sight. It was easily over 6 inches long and thick, the toad at the tip angry and pulsing. “Oh my god sir, it’s so big! I don’t know if it will fit!”
He just smirked and lined it up with my dripping cunt. “Trust me Sushma, it will stretch this pussy perfectly.”
With one hard thrust, Ojha sir buried that huge shaft deep inside me. I screamed at the sensation, my eyes rolling back in ecstasy. It was even bigger than I’d hoped for!
“Oh fuck sir! You’re splitting me open!” I wailed, clenching tight around him. He groaned and started to move, his heavy balls slapping my ass.
“What a tight little cunt Sushma. I knew you’d be a natural slut for me.” He pounded into me relentlessly and I took it eagerly, my legs wrapped around his waist.
The office filled with the sounds of flesh slapping and my wanton moans as Ojha sir fucked me with abandon. He gripped my hips hard, drilling into my hot cunt. I could feel every thick vein of his cock stretching me open.
“Yes sir, yes! Fuck your little whore teacher! Ruin me with that big dick!” I begged shamelessly. In that moment, I was his personal fuck toy, and I loved every second of it.
Ojha sir pulled out and flipped me over, bending me across his desk. He kicked my legs apart and slammed back into me from behind. I screamed as he pounded my g-spot with brutal precision.
“Take it Sushma! I’m going to fuck you till you forget your own name!” He roared, one hand pressing against my cervix as he jackhammered into me. Drool ran down my chin as he used me like a cheap whore.
I could feel my cunt spasming around him, my orgasm building to a peak. “Please sir, I’m going to come! Make me come on your cock!” I begged.
Ojha sir growled and pinched my clit hard, sending me hurtling over the edge. I squirted all over his cock, my cunt milking him desperately. “FUCK, I’m coming! Fill me up sir!”
He groaned and slammed deep, flooding my pussy with his hot seed. I could feel it filling me up, some of it leaking out around his cock. When he was done, I collapsed face down on his desk, thoroughly used and satisfied.
Ojha sir pulled out and flipped me over, smirking down at me. “You were fantastic Sushma. I knew you’d be a perfect little fuck doll for me.”
I just smiled up at him coyly, trailing a finger over my messy cunt. “You were wonderful sir. I never knew being bad could feel so good.”
Over the next decade, Ojha sir and I carried on a torrid affair, fucking whenever we could. He’d take me in his office after school, bending me over his desk to pound my pussy full of his seed. Sometimes Shanti Mam joined us for threesomes.
I was never just a shy schoolteacher to him, but his personal cock sleeve, always ready to be stuffed full. And he never figured out that beneath the act, I was always the one in control, a cock hungry slut who’d manipulated him into fucking me.
Even 10 years later, Ojha sir still thought he was corrupting the innocent teacher. He never realized that I was corrupting him all along, the vixen in demure clothing.
But you know what? I’ll keep playing his innocent little fuck toy for as long as he wants. Because lord knows his cock is still everything my hungry cunt needs. And I’ll be his perfect little schoolteacher whore, until the end.
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