My horny student

By   December 12, 2016

Hi Friends. This is about how I got secretly seduced by my own student. Payal had just turned 19 when I first met her as my student for accounts. She was as it is poor in mathematics, though far more skilful in her own lustful techniques.So here is my teacher sex story-

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I knew very well she was not interested in the subject which I was to teach her. On the contrary she made me wonder whose the teacher and in which subject. I operate my C/A business from home itself and my wife, Divya, teaches in a girls’ high school.

I’ve always maintained good reputation in society and Divya trusts me thoroughly. She still trusts me, since she is still unaware of the secret affair between Payal and me. And I hope Divya will never ever find out anything about it, or I’ll be doomed for a lifetime.

It all began from the day Payal started ignoring my words while I was teaching her, and thus making me loose my otherwise excellent patience over her. I tried to encourage her in many ways towards the subject of mathematics but she never paid attention.

One day I frankly told her that if she’s not interested in learning then we must discontinue the classes. Then she looked at me with those soulful eyes, emotionally trying to flatter me and explain that she was having difficulty concentrating on her subject because of her menstrual periods.

Since it sounded like a genuine reason I believed her. In the next few months she carried on in the same manner, so I asked her again that I can understand when she’s got her periods, but which happens only for a week in a month and not all the time.

She used to ignore my observations and started building an emotional bondage between us, after which I found it difficult to even scold her for no matter what mistakes she made in my subject.

I must admit she was indeed a master of her own subject of lust and sensuality. Gradually with such an emotional bondage growing so rapidly I knew that her purpose of coming over to our place was not for studying maths.

She kept giving me those desperate looks yet in a shy way, due to which it was even difficult for me to make any direct approach. I also stopped taking any interest in teaching her anything of maths.

Now we had started meeting each other for another more desirable reason, which both of us enjoyed. I also had a computer with internet connection. She herself asked me to show her a few porn sites she had heard of from some of her friends.

I personally had never visited any porn sites on the net as I believed in being a thoroughbred accounts professional and so spent most of my time in keeping track of the stock markets and all.

As she told me of more and more such sites we used to spend almost all the tuition time in surfing porn. During this her eyes were glued to the screen asking me to show more and more while my interest grew in keenly

observing what she was wearing, not only what was visible to the naked eye but also under. Like I would allow my eyes to penetrate through her t-shirt or top (which was her usual dress code) to see if she was wearing a bra, if so what colour or style it was.

my horny student teacher sex story

payal’s hot ass

Below the waist she always wore either a pair of jeans or bermudas. Her sitting so close to me, totally involved in watching the sites increased my curiosity to actually see what a young girl’s body looked like. In my childhood I never had any relationship with girls.

The only first time I ever saw a nude female body was that of my full grown wife, Divya. Sometimes I’d get so desperate that I wished Payal was wearing a skirt which could make it easier for me to slip my hand up her thighs.

I started getting fed up of both of us just watching all the porn stuff on screen alone. So one day I gathered some courage to ask her what kinds of undergarments she prefers to wear and to describe her collection in absolute detail.

But she was shy to share her personal matters with me. This got me more frustrated and I thought to myself “What the hell!!! I’ve gone completely out of my way to fulfil her wishes to surf all these porn sites, and now that I ask her something she withdraws?”

Things had gone far beyond my tolerance now. I firmly decided to go ahead with fulfilling my own desires from now on. One day charmingly I asked her that how come she always wore only jeans and bermudas, and never anything like skirts.

I tried to inspire her by telling her that I knew a lot my ex-girl friends who wore see-thru tops and very short skirts which barely even covered their arse. She simply expressed surprise as if she didn’t know that girls wore such things in general life,

and that she thought females only wore such things for movies & magazines. Next few days I found her wearing thinner tops and t-shirts through which I could vaguely admire her fancy bras in all hot shades. I knew the girl was picking up fast.

It was now time for her exam in college which she was not at all prepared. So she started spending more time for the tuition which she was still not serious about. I didn’t bother anymore either since we both had only one desire left.

One afternoon to my utter surprise I saw her entering our house in a knee-length translucent black skirt! And an equally thin orange t-shirt under which I could clearly see a black lacy bra. I knew for sure that this was the day we both waited for so desperately.

I also knew that Divya returns from school by 5pm and it was already 4pm. One hour was not less to finish a quickie at all, but it will still take time to get this shy girl started and cracking I thought to myself.

Half an hour just passed away and she was still whiling away her time asking me stupid emotional questions. My hands alongwith the whole body were trembling out of impatience to attack her body.

That’s when she hesitantly asked me if she could stay over that night at our place so that she can study through the night under my guidance. I was completely taken by surprise with this decision of hers and simultaneously

afraid if her parents and my wife would be disappointed with our such proceedings. Finally in the next half hour Divya returned home. When I told her that this is what Payal’s plan was, I was again surprised that Divya also did not mind.

On the contrary she was excited that we will have company at home. Divya often felt loneliness in the house because there was no one other than the two of us in it. Divya quickly rung up Payal’s parents for their approval.