Human Digest - Indian Sex Stories

The particular incident which I am going to narrate occurred a couple of years back while I was working as a lecturer in a college of repute & simultaneously pursuing my doctorate (PhD) in Mathematics. My name is Pratiksha & I was 25 when I applied for the post of a Mathematics lecturer at a college in Bangalore. For the interview day, I borrowed a saree from one of my friends, since it was the dress code for ladies at the college. As I was not a regular saree wearer, I somehow just about managed to drape myself in the attire. I was feeling very vulnerable traveling through the public transport while my curvy midriff was exposed for all to see & rejoice. I could see complete strangers ogling at my exposed midriff & stripping me down in their minds. The thought of complete strangers lusting after my sexy body was at the same time intimidating as well as sexually arousing. This was giving me mixed feelings of lust & fear- a potent combination indeed.

When I reached the college & was waiting at the reception for my turn at the interview, I realized my folly. I was not wearing my saree properly & was inadvertently exposing too much of my skin. While other candidates were wearing sleeved blouses, I could only manage to borrow a sleeveless blouse with a deep neck giving an ample view of my heavy bosom. It was a party wear rather than an office wear saree. My pallu was also not properly folded & hence was not covering much. I was feeling really embarrassed for making a mockery of myself. It seemed as if I had walked straight out of some party or as if I was a call-girl or something. Other ladies who had come for the interview were giving me surprised looks at my ‘bold’ style of wearing the saree. Although I was very much conscious of my folly, I decided to play down this issue during the interview & behave as normally as I could without seeming uneasy about my attire. I still don’t know whether the interview panel was more impressed with my qualifications or my dress, but I somehow managed to get appointed as a Mathematics lecturer at the college.

I was glad at being able to garner the job amid stiff competition but was also left wondering how I will manage to wear a saree everyday at the college. Ever since I grew up, I could never manage to wear a saree properly. It sometimes felt as though I was not cut out to wear a saree. As if my anatomy were not suitable to wear a saree. I would alway end up making a mess while trying out my hand at wearing a saree. Even if I got myself draped in a saree with the help of some friend, I’ll not be able to carry it properly. Pushing & pulling at it all the time as though battling it out with my saree. My early days at the college were quite eventful. In the morning, I had to battle it out with my saree & then go & take classes at the college while standing in front of the black-board thereby giving an ample view of my exposed young body to the fresh collegiates. Every few minutes or so, I would have to fix my receding pallu or my exposed midriff. Things become all the more difficult when you are aware that every move of yours is being scrutinized by 50 pairs of eyes which are checking out every bit detail of your body. During the class, I could see some mischievous male students staring at my figure for the entire length of the class. Their constant stares sometimes made me wonder as though I were standing naked. The very thought that I was putting up a show in the class would sometimes make me go weak in the knees & turn my pussy dripping wet.

Very soon, the full attendance of students in my class had become a talking point amongst the teaching staff. They were all quite surprised as well as appreciative of the fact that I could manage such good attendance figures during my classes. Whenever I will be asked about the secret of full attendance in my classes, I would be left wondering whether it had something to do with my poor skills at wearing a saree? But all is well that ends well & whatever might have been the reason, the fact was that I was having a blast at my new job as a lecturer. I had one particularly appreciative colleague named Rajiv. He was a lecturer of Physics & we had adjacent cabins in the staff room. He was a friendly guy with innocent looks but deep within he was full of mischievous ideas which I came to know only later. He was a friendly chap in general but my company in particular used to make him over friendly. He would never miss an opportunity to touch, feel or caress my body pretending to be unaware but his touch would tell me his intentions. Initially I was a little bit hesitant towards his advances but as we came to know each other better, I didn’t mind his occasional touch, hug or a caress.

It had been three months since I had joined the college. The end-term examinations had begun & Rajiv & I were tasked with the invigilation duty at the physics laboratory. The practical exams were usually conducted in the afternoon & we were supposed to collect the sheets, get the laboratory closed in our presence, deposit the sheets at the staffroom & then only leave for our homes. We used to get done with all that by 6 or 6:30 in the evening. On one particular fateful day, we had an accident at the laboratory. A particular student was injured due to electric shock while performing his practical exam. His parents were informed as he had to be rushed to the hospital. In the ensuing mayhem, Rajiv & I were stuck at the college till very late in the evening. It was around 11 in the evening when we finally settled it all. It was too late for me to go home on my own. I had called back home to tell them that I would be staying back at a friend’s place. One of my friends lived close by. When Rajiv came to know this, he was furious. He insisted that I stay back at his apartment which was at a walking distance from the college. After much persuasion, I agreed to stay back at his place. He was a bachelor & was living in a rented apartment near the college. It was around ten minutes walk from the college. Both of us started off & soon reached his place.

His apartment was quite neat & tidy by any standards. I was expecting something like a hostel room with everything littered all across the room but Rajiv was very tidy in keeping his apartment spic & span. I complemented him on this & he smiled back at me. Since I couldn’t sleep in my saree, he asked me to change into one of his night suits which I gladly did after taking a long shower after such a long day at the college. In the meanwhile, he was busy cooking in the kitchen. When I came out, he asked me to put up the food on the dining table while he went for the shower. Nothing can be more rejuvenating after a long day at work than a cold shower in the evening. When he came out, the dinner was ready at the table. I must say he was a better cook than I am. I complemented him & asked him what other qualities did he possess which I didn’t know of earlier & he shot back with a cunning smile that we have the whole night to explore that. I laughed off his comment & we had a delicious dinner. Rajiv was very particular in some of his habits. Like he would always do the dishes in the same night itself rather than keeping them till the next day. When he started doing the dishes, out of obligation I forced him out of the kitchen & said that at least I can do this better than him. He reluctantly left the kitchen while I hurriedly finished off the dishes.

While I was just about finished doing the dishes, Rajiv came in the kitchen & stood just behind me as I could feel his warm breath at the back of my neck. We were discussing the events of the day when I felt his hands placed on my waist. I ignored this & our conversation continued while his hands gradually moved to the front, caressed my tummy & then reached up to cup my boobs out of the thin fabric of the night suit. I never wore a bra while sleeping & wasn’t wearing any that night. The fabric of the night suit was so thin that it felt as if his hands had cupped my bare boobs. My nipples were getting hard & my pussy started to drip wet in response to his lusty touch. He slowly started to unbutton my top while I was busy with the dishes. Very soon, the front of the night suit was open & both my milky white boobs were hanging loose. He placed his hands under my boobs as if to feel them & weigh them up. My nipples were getting harder by the second in response to his warm touch. His hands slowly moved down to the elastic pyjamas & gently pulled them down to my knees. This revealed my lacy black panties underneath. He pulled down my pyjamas to my feet & I moved out of them. I was now winding up the dishes clad in my sheer panties & my open top while his hands were supporting my milky white boobs which were hanging loose without a bra. He suddenly pulled down my panties in one single stroke & his middle finger quickly started probing for my watering love hole.

As his finger entered by well-lubed pussy, I yelled out a groan which was followed by moans of pleasure. He kept fingering my pussy till I finished off with the dishes. When I turned around, he pulled out his finger out of my pussy with a plop sound & started sucking on it hard. I was surprised to see that we was standing stark naked with a big hard-on between his legs. Perhaps he had come fully prepared for what was to follow. I couldn’t resist taking his shaft in my watering mouth. His shaft started to enlarge & in a short while, it tensed up & started shooting wave after wave of salty hot cum in my wet mouth. I swallowed all of his protein drink gladly & then resumed sucking on his limp dick to bring another hard-on. As his salami sprang up to life again, we decided to move to his bedroom for the rest of the session. He asked me to get on all fours & humped me from behind doggy-style. As he already had one cum-shot, he took longer to shoot again & both of us were covered in a thin layer of sweat by the time he shot his hot jism into my fertile womb. I could feel his hot sperm racing inside my womb to impregnate me. We just collapsed onto the bed embracing & kissing each other.

After regaining our strength, he turned me around. Now I was lying on his bed spread-eagled & he mounted me on top in a classic missionary style. All the while his shaft bore through my tunnel, our lips were locked in a wet kiss & our breath was mingling with each other. The room was full of odor of sex & we could feel each other’s bodies covered in a thin layer of sweat. After what seemed like half-an-hour of intense lovemaking, he again groaned before shooting off his potent load inside my unprotected & vulnerable pussy which was already overflowing with our combined juices. We were completely exhausted by now & lay on the bed like dead wood. He was lying on top of me with his limp cock still buried in my leaking wet pussy. Both of us soon dozed off to a good night’s sleep only to wake up the next morning.