Adultery The Differential Equations of Lust : A Math Teacher's Web

[rohitkapoor]

Waiting… it’s been about 10 days since Eid… please continue the story.

[Sahil.A]

Waiting

[ShaziaMirza]

Hey there Zareen!


I hope you had an absolutely fantastic Eid filled with love, joy, and delicious food! I've been eagerly waiting for the juicy bits of Ajay's adventures with his smoldering teachers to continue. I totally get that real life can get hectic, especially after the festivities, but I just wanted to check in and see if you've got any plans to resume the story soon? The anticipation is killing me, and I'm dying to find out what steamy escapades those two have in store for him next! Take your time, of course, and no pressure at all. Just know that your devoted reader is here, eagerly awaiting the next hot update!

Looking forward to it!

[Hot mom lover]

Hey there Zareen!


I hope you had an absolutely fantastic Eid filled with love, joy, and delicious food! I've been eagerly waiting for the juicy bits of Ajay's adventures with his smoldering teachers to continue. I totally get that real life can get hectic, especially after the festivities, but I just wanted to check in and see if you've got any plans to resume the story soon? The anticipation is killing me, and I'm dying to find out what steamy escapades those two have in store for him next! Take your time, of course, and no pressure at all. Just know that your devoted reader is here, eagerly awaiting the next hot update!

Looking forward to it!

Well said. Mam please continue this fabulous story as soon as possible. We are eagerly waiting for you.

[Sahil.A]

Looks like this hot story has been abandoned by the author like many other stories. So sad!

[ZareenK]

Hey there Zareen!


I hope you had an absolutely fantastic Eid filled with love, joy, and delicious food! I've been eagerly waiting for the juicy bits of Ajay's adventures with his smoldering teachers to continue. I totally get that real life can get hectic, especially after the festivities, but I just wanted to check in and see if you've got any plans to resume the story soon? The anticipation is killing me, and I'm dying to find out what steamy escapades those two have in store for him next! Take your time, of course, and no pressure at all. Just know that your devoted reader is here, eagerly awaiting the next hot update!

Looking forward to it!

I know I've been MIA for a bit, but life's been really busy. Promise I've missed diving into the steamy world of my characters as much as you have! I'll be firing up my keyboard and getting back to the good stuff very soon. Expect the next juicy update by the middle of next week. Thanks for your patience, and keep those naughty thoughts coming! 

[ZareenK]

Thank you mam for fabulous update.

Ok mam.

[ZareenK]

The update is incredibly arousing and erotically charged, Zareen. I'm eagerly awaiting the next chapter where Tanzeer ravishes Ajay in the secluded schooI storeroom. Keep up the steamy writing!

Thanks so much—I’m happy to hear you’re enjoying the story!

[ZareenK]

Excellent Update! Looks like Tanzeer will try to steal Ajay from Tarannum 

Appreciate it—glad to know you’re liking the story!

[ZareenK]

Superb Update!

Thank you! It’s great to hear that you’re enjoying the story.

[ZareenK]

Amazing update! Absolutely sizzling!

I'm thrilled to know that you're having a wonderful time with the story! 

[ZareenK]

This is an absolute masterpiece of erotic literature! It's a refreshing twist from the sea of patriarchal tales that flood the forums, where men are typically cast as the seducers and the ones in control. Your story is a scorching hot breath of fresh air, showcasing female characters who are unapologetically in charge and reveling in their kinks and darker urges. The way you've woven this narrative is nothing short of mesmerizing, and it's clear that you have a deep understanding of what truly ignites the imagination. Bravo on creating such a sexually liberating and morally ambiguous world, where the ladies are the maestros orchestrating every sultry scene. It's a thrilling ride through a landscape of unbridled desire and empowerment, leaving readers like me craving more of this deliciously dark, yet tantalizingly taboo content. Keep up the fantastic work!

Thank you so much for your incredibly kind and thoughtful message about my story! It absolutely makes my day to hear that my work resonates with you on such a deep level. I've always strived to create a space where female characters can take the reins of their own sexual narratives, and your words confirm that I'm on the right track.


The response to my story has been overwhelming, and knowing that I've been able to contribute something fresh and exciting to the genre is the best kind of feedback an author could ask for. The idea of female empowerment and sexual liberation is indeed at the core of my writing, and I'm thrilled that it translates so vividly for you.

I'm working hard on the next update, so stay tuned for more scintillating adventures! Your support means the world to me, and I'm grateful for readers like you who are open to exploring the complexities and taboos that we often shy away from in everyday conversations.

[Sahil.A]

I know I've been MIA for a bit, but life's been really busy. Promise I've missed diving into the steamy world of my characters as much as you have! I'll be firing up my keyboard and getting back to the good stuff very soon. Expect the next juicy update by the middle of next week. Thanks for your patience, and keep those naughty thoughts coming! 

Eagerly waiting!

[ZareenK]

Waiting… it’s been about 10 days since Eid… please continue the story.

The update is coming tonight!

[ZareenK]

Waiting

Thank you. I’m working on the next update and hoping to post it tonight.

[ArfaS]

Thank you. I’m working on the next update and hoping to post it tonight.

آج رات آنے والے اپ ڈیٹ كے بےصبری سے انتظار ہے… تنضیر آگے کس طرح اجے كے ساتھ اسکول میں چدائی کا مزہ لیتی ہے.... یہ جان نے كے لیے بے قرار ہوں .

[ZareenK]

آج رات آنے والے اپ ڈیٹ كے بےصبری سے انتظار ہے… تنضیر آگے کس طرح اجے كے ساتھ اسکول میں چدائی کا مزہ لیتی ہے.... یہ جان نے كے لیے بے قرار ہوں .

شکریہ ارفا۔ اپڈیٹ تقریباً تیار ہے اور جلد ہی آنے والا ہے۔

[ZareenK]

Update 21:

Tanzeer's smirk grew wider as she shrugged off her own dupatta, revealing her bare arms and the swell of her breasts. "Don't worry," she cooed, her eyes dark with desire. "No one ever comes here, you know that." Her words were a blend of reassurance and challenge, and Ajay felt himself succumbing to her will, his own protests weakening with every breath he took.


With trembling hands, he began to unbuckle his belt, the sound of the clasp echoing through the dusty room. His trousers fell to the floor, pooling around his ankles, and he stepped out of them, feeling exposed and vulnerable. Tanzeer watched him with a predatory gaze, her eyes hungrily taking in the sight of his body. She reached behind her to unbutton her own kameez, the fabric parting to reveal a white lace bra that barely contained her voluptuous breasts. Her salwar slid down her legs, revealing red tiny g-string panties that left nothing to the imagination. Ajay's eyes widened, his mouth going dry.

Tanzeer stepped closer, her sandals clacking against the cold floor. She reached out and unclipped her bra, letting it fall to the ground, her breasts spilling out like ripe fruits. Her panties followed, revealing her smooth, shaved mound. She stepped out of them, and they remained attached to her sandals, briefly, before dropping away. Her high-heeled sandals remained firmly in place, the white leather gleaming against her olive skin. They added an unexpected touch of elegance to the scene, a stark contrast to the dusty room.

From her handbag, Tanzeer produced a small, quarter-size bottle of whiskey. She unscrewed the cap with a practiced twist and took a deep, satisfying swig, her throat moving as the amber liquid slid down. "You know, Ajay," she murmured, her eyes glinting in the half-light, "I've been waiting for this moment since Saturday evening." She wiped her mouth with the back of her hand, the smell of alcohol heavy in the air. "Those bitches," she continued, her voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper, "no sharing today. You're all mine."

Her gaze raked over him, lingering on the tented fabric of his underwear. She took another swig, the whiskey leaving a fiery trail down her throat, and pointed at his crotch with the bottle. "Why are you still wearing those?" she purred, her tone a mix of amusement and challenge. "Don't be shy, Ajay. I've seen it all before."

Taking a final, long swig from the whiskey bottle, Tanzeer let out a low, throaty laugh that seemed to resonate through the dusty store room. She wiped her mouth with the back of her hand, smearing a trail of the amber liquid across her plump bottom lip. With a flick of her wrist, she tossed the bottle back into her bag.

Her eyes never leaving Ajay's, she closed the distance between them. She wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling him into an embrace that was both fierce and tender. Her sandals clicked against the floor as she shifted her weight, a reminder of the power she held over him. With a swift movement, she pushed his underwear down to his knees, leaving his semi-erect penis exposed to the cool air. It bobbed slightly, a silent indicator of his fear and arousal.

Tanzeer's hand, still warm from the whiskey bottle, closed around his shaft, her grip firm and confident. Her lips crashed into his, her tongue exploring his mouth with a hunger that seemed to devour him. He could feel the heat of her body, the warmth of her breath mingling with his own as she deepened the kiss. Her other hand, wrapped around his neck, held him in place, a silent reminder of his submission.

Her fist worked him steadily, stroking from base to tip, her thumb circling the sensitive area just below the head. Ajay's eyes rolled back in his head, his body responding to her touch despite his mind's frantic objections. The sandal-clad foot that had been so firmly planted on the floor was now teasing his calf, her toes tracing patterns that sent sparks of pleasure up his leg. He felt himself growing harder in her grasp, his body betraying his fear and reluctance with each pulse of arousal. Tanzeer's kiss grew more insistent, her tongue tangling with his, her teeth nipping at his bottom lip.

Her grip tightened, the feel of his smooth, hardening penis in her hand sending waves of heat through her body. Her own desire was palpable, her breathing growing ragged as she pulled away to look into his eyes. "You're so precious, Ajay," she whispered, her voice thick with lust. "Today, I'm going to savor the taste of your young, virile cream. Those bitches on Saturday...they stole that from me. But not today."

Without another word, Tanzeer gracefully lowered herself to her hunches, the sandals clacking softly as she adjusted her position. She admired the pinkish bloated tip of his cock partially peeking out from the veil of foreskin , her eyes locked on Ajay's growing arousal. “Look at this beauty,” she murmured, her gaze never leaving the object of her admiration, “so young, so...uncut. It’s like a piece of art.” Ajay felt his cheeks burn with a mix of embarrassment and an unexpected thrill at her words. “It’s like a delicate pink pearl, hidden beneath its veil of skin. Just like a bride, so innocent and ripe for the taking.” Her voice was low, almost reverent, and Ajay felt a strange thrill at the way she talked about his body.

Her mouth opened, and she took him in, her tongue rolling around the head of his cock with a skill that left him gasping. The sensation was a mix of pleasure and pressure as she took him deeper into her mouth. He could feel the warm, wetness of her throat as she swallowed around him, her cheeks hollowing with each movement. Her eyes remained locked on his, the pupils dilated with lust.

The sound of her slurping filled the dusty room, a stark contrast to the silence that had come before. Ajay's eyes widened as she took more of him, his cock disappearing into the warm cavern of her mouth until her nose was pressed against his stomach. Her hand cupped his balls, her fingers gently massaging them as she sucked him off with a fervor that left him light-headed. The tip of her tongue danced around the sensitive spot just beneath the head of his penis, and he could feel the tension coiling in his belly, a prelude to the explosion that was building.

Tanzeer sensed his impending climax, the way his body tensed and his breath grew ragged. She knew exactly when he was about to come, the moment his cock grew even harder in her mouth, and his thighs began to quiver. She tightened her lips around his shaft, creating a suction that was almost painfully intense. She didn't want to miss a single drop of his sweet, young cum.

The moment came, and Ajay's body spasmed, his cock releasing a torrent of cum into her eager mouth. Tanzeer didn't miss a beat, her cheeks hollowing as she took it all, not a single drop escaping her hungry lips. She swallowed greedily, the muscles in her throat working as she took his virility down. His eyes rolled back in his head, a silent scream of pleasure tearing through his body as she drew out his orgasm, her tongue swirling around his sensitive tip, lapping at his shaft as he spurted into her mouth.

When the last drop had been milked from him, Tanzeer pulled away, her eyes watering slightly from the effort. She licked her lips, a satisfied smile playing across her face. "Mm," she murmured, savoring the taste of him. "So good." Ajay's knees buckled, and he leaned back heavily against the table, his breath coming in gasps.

With a wicked glint in her eye, Tanzeer stroked his softening penis with one hand. She took her thumb and index finger, forming an "o" around the base, and began to slide them up to the tip. As she did so, she gathered the sticky mess of cum and saliva that coated him, painting a glistening trail along his shaft. Once she reached the top, she made a show of bringing her hand to her mouth, her tongue flicking out to taste the mixture and then licking it clean. The sight was almost more erotic than the blowjob itself, a visual representation of her dominance over him.

"Did you like that, Ajay?" she asked, her voice a smoky purr. "Did you enjoy filling my mouth with your hot, young seed?" She leaned back on her haunches, balancing on the towering heels of her sandals, her eyes gleaming with a mix of triumph and hunger.

Ajay nodded, his voice barely above a whisper. "Yes, ma'am." He couldn't deny the pleasure that had coursed through him, even though the guilt was already setting in like a thick fog. He didn't know how to explain the complex tapestry of his feelings - the fear, the thrill, the disgust, and the overwhelming sense of being used by his own teachers, who were about three times his age.

Tanzeer chuckled, a low, throaty sound that sent a fresh wave of arousal through him. She took his semi-erect cock in her hand again, her thumb gently teasing the slit in his foreskin. "Good," she murmured, her eyes gleaming. "Because I want you to show me those stars I talked about. I want you to fuck me so hard, I see them exploding in my mind." She stood up, her sandals clacking against the floor, and took a step back, her hand still stroking him. "But first," she said, reaching into her bag once more, "I need a little something to get in the mood."

The quarter-sized bottle of whiskey glinted in the light as she brought it to her lips, her eyes never leaving his. She took a deep pull, her throat working as she swallowed, the sound of her gulp echoing through the room. Ajay watched, mesmerized, as she capped the bottle and placed it back in her bag with a flourish. The smell of alcohol mingled with her perfume, creating a heady scent that seemed to envelop them both.

Without a word, Tanzeer stepped back to him, her eyes gleaming with a mixture of hunger and amusement. She reached out, her sandal-clad foot sliding between his legs, and gently nudged his knees apart. Ajay's breath caught in his throat as her hand, wrapped around his semi-hard cock. She began to stroke him, her movements slow and deliberate, watching his reaction as if he were a science experiment she was eager to master. Her thumb traced lazy circles around the head of his penis, teasing the sensitive skin. “You’ll be as hard as a rock in no time, my sweet boy,” she assured him, a wicked smile playing on her lips.

As she worked his cock back to full erection, Tanzeer pressed her generous breasts against his chest. He could feel the heat of her body, the softness of her flesh, and the rapid beat of her heart. Her hand didn’t stop moving, her strokes growing more confident as he grew harder in her grasp. Then, without warning, she pushed his face down into her chest, his nose and mouth buried in the warm, velvety softness of her cleavage. Her breasts were so large that they swallowed his face whole, the smell of her skin and the faint scent of her perfume filling his nose.

Ajay's cheeks were flushed, his eyes wide with shock and arousal as he felt her nipples brush against his cheeks. They were hard and pointed, the areolae dark and puckered with desire. Her breath was hot against his ear as she whispered, "You're going to make me come, Ajay. You're going to make me come harder than I ever have before." Her big, round breasts smothered his face, the softness of her skin and the scent of her arousal intoxicating him. He could feel her heart hammering against his forehead, her excitement palpable. She contined to stroke him, her hand moving faster now, her thumb swiping over the precum leaking from his tip.

Tanzeer's strokes grew more urgent as Ajay's cock swelled in her hand, his muffled gasps and the feel of his nose brushing against her skin driving her own desire to a fever pitch. She could feel her own arousal slick between her legs, her pussy throbbing with need. “Yaa mere maula… I want to feel that sweet mouth on me,” she murmured, her voice thick with lust. With a sudden, surprising strength, she pushed him away from her breasts and down her body, her sandal-clad foot nudging him firmly between her legs.

Ajay’s eyes widened as he found himself face-to-face with Tanzeer’s shaved mound, the delicate scent of her arousal filling his nostrils. He knew what was expected of him, had felt the same dread and disgust whenever Tarannum forced him to do this. But he also knew that refusal was not an option, not if he wanted to avoid the consequences that would surely follow.

With a sigh that was half resignation, half anticipation, Tanzeer lifted one of her sandal-clad feet and placed it firmly on Ajay’s shoulder. The leather sole of her sandal was cool against his skin, a stark contrast to the heat of her body. The heel dug into his flesh, a silent demand for his obedience. He could feel the weight of her, the power she had over him, as she held his head with her both hands and began to rub her pussy against his face.

The smell of her cunt was pungent, a musky scent that filled his nostrils and made his stomach churn. But he knew better than to resist, to show any sign of the revulsion that roiled within him. “Open your mouth, Ajay,” Tanzeer instructed, her voice thick with desire. He could feel the heat of her pussy, the wetness of her juices as she ground against his face. The leather of her sandal dug into his shoulder, a constant reminder of the power she held over him.

Reluctantly, Ajay parted his lips and let his tongue slide out, the tip tentatively brushing against her clit. She moaned, a deep, guttural sound that seemed to resonate through the very air around them. He felt the muscles in her thighs tense, the sandal on his shoulder shift slightly as she leaned into his touch. He began to lick her, his tongue moving slowly and tentatively at first, the taste of her coating his mouth. It was bitter, salty, and similar to the taste of Tarannum and Nazia’s pussies, which he had been forced to sample in the past.

Tanzeer's moans grew louder, more urgent, as she began to rotate her hips, grinding herself against his face. Ajay could feel her juices flowing freely now, coating his cheeks and chin, filling his mouth and nose with her scent. She was in heaven, her eyes closed, her head thrown back, her body moving in a sinuous dance of pleasure. He tried to focus on the task at hand, to ignore the sandal pressing into his shoulder, the smell of her sweat and desire, the way she was using him. But it was impossible to ignore the power she had over him, the way she was taking her pleasure from him without a thought for his own feelings.

Her hand found its way to his hair, tangling in the strands as she pulled him closer, guiding his tongue and mouth to her clit. Ajay's head spun with the sensations, the taste of her, the feel of her wetness on his skin. He could feel her getting closer, the tension in her body building as she grew wetter and wetter. Her breathing was ragged, her sandal digging into his shoulder, leaving a bruise that would bloom later. But she abruptly pulled away, her chest heaving.

Although Tanzeer was on the brink of an earth-shattering climax with Ajay's eager tongue lapping at her clit, she knew she had to save the best for later. Time was not on their side, and she had much more planned for the young boy. With a soft sigh of regret, she gently lifted her sandal from his shoulder and stepped back, her eyes never leaving his flushed face. The sight of his mouth, glistening with her juices, and his wide eyes filled with a mix of fear and excitement, only served to make her hunger for him grow.

"Good boy," she praised, her voice dripping with sweetness that belied the lust that surged through her. "Now, it's time for you to give me what I really want." She reached down and took his hand, leading him to the dusty table in the center of the room.

[ARJos]

Update 21:

Tanzeer's smirk grew wider as she shrugged off her own dupatta, revealing her bare arms and the swell of her breasts. "Don't worry," she cooed, her eyes dark with desire. "No one ever comes here, you know that." Her words were a blend of reassurance and challenge, and Ajay felt himself succumbing to her will, his own protests weakening with every breath he took.


With trembling hands, he began to unbuckle his belt, the sound of the clasp echoing through the dusty room. His trousers fell to the floor, pooling around his ankles, and he stepped out of them, feeling exposed and vulnerable. Tanzeer watched him with a predatory gaze, her eyes hungrily taking in the sight of his body. She reached behind her to unbutton her own kameez, the fabric parting to reveal a white lace bra that barely contained her voluptuous breasts. Her salwar slid down her legs, revealing red tiny g-string panties that left nothing to the imagination. Ajay's eyes widened, his mouth going dry.

Tanzeer stepped closer, her sandals clacking against the cold floor. She reached out and unclipped her bra, letting it fall to the ground, her breasts spilling out like ripe fruits. Her panties followed, revealing her smooth, shaved mound. She stepped out of them, and they remained attached to her sandals, briefly, before dropping away. Her high-heeled sandals remained firmly in place, the white leather gleaming against her olive skin. They added an unexpected touch of elegance to the scene, a stark contrast to the dusty room.

From her handbag, Tanzeer produced a small, quarter-size bottle of whiskey. She unscrewed the cap with a practiced twist and took a deep, satisfying swig, her throat moving as the amber liquid slid down. "You know, Ajay," she murmured, her eyes glinting in the half-light, "I've been waiting for this moment since Saturday evening." She wiped her mouth with the back of her hand, the smell of alcohol heavy in the air. "Those bitches," she continued, her voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper, "no sharing today. You're all mine."

Her gaze raked over him, lingering on the tented fabric of his underwear. She took another swig, the whiskey leaving a fiery trail down her throat, and pointed at his crotch with the bottle. "Why are you still wearing those?" she purred, her tone a mix of amusement and challenge. "Don't be shy, Ajay. I've seen it all before."

Taking a final, long swig from the whiskey bottle, Tanzeer let out a low, throaty laugh that seemed to resonate through the dusty store room. She wiped her mouth with the back of her hand, smearing a trail of the amber liquid across her plump bottom lip. With a flick of her wrist, she tossed the bottle back into her bag.

Her eyes never leaving Ajay's, she closed the distance between them. She wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling him into an embrace that was both fierce and tender. Her sandals clicked against the floor as she shifted her weight, a reminder of the power she held over him. With a swift movement, she pushed his underwear down to his knees, leaving his semi-erect penis exposed to the cool air. It bobbed slightly, a silent indicator of his fear and arousal.

Tanzeer's hand, still warm from the whiskey bottle, closed around his shaft, her grip firm and confident. Her lips crashed into his, her tongue exploring his mouth with a hunger that seemed to devour him. He could feel the heat of her body, the warmth of her breath mingling with his own as she deepened the kiss. Her other hand, wrapped around his neck, held him in place, a silent reminder of his submission.

Her fist worked him steadily, stroking from base to tip, her thumb circling the sensitive area just below the head. Ajay's eyes rolled back in his head, his body responding to her touch despite his mind's frantic objections. The sandal-clad foot that had been so firmly planted on the floor was now teasing his calf, her toes tracing patterns that sent sparks of pleasure up his leg. He felt himself growing harder in her grasp, his body betraying his fear and reluctance with each pulse of arousal. Tanzeer's kiss grew more insistent, her tongue tangling with his, her teeth nipping at his bottom lip.

Her grip tightened, the feel of his smooth, hardening penis in her hand sending waves of heat through her body. Her own desire was palpable, her breathing growing ragged as she pulled away to look into his eyes. "You're so precious, Ajay," she whispered, her voice thick with lust. "Today, I'm going to savor the taste of your young, virile cream. Those bitches on Saturday...they stole that from me. But not today."

Without another word, Tanzeer gracefully lowered herself to her hunches, the sandals clacking softly as she adjusted her position. She admired the pinkish bloated tip of his cock partially peeking out from the veil of foreskin , her eyes locked on Ajay's growing arousal. “Look at this beauty,” she murmured, her gaze never leaving the object of her admiration, “so young, so...uncut. It’s like a piece of art.” Ajay felt his cheeks burn with a mix of embarrassment and an unexpected thrill at her words. “It’s like a delicate pink pearl, hidden beneath its veil of skin. Just like a bride, so innocent and ripe for the taking.” Her voice was low, almost reverent, and Ajay felt a strange thrill at the way she talked about his body.

Her mouth opened, and she took him in, her tongue rolling around the head of his cock with a skill that left him gasping. The sensation was a mix of pleasure and pressure as she took him deeper into her mouth. He could feel the warm, wetness of her throat as she swallowed around him, her cheeks hollowing with each movement. Her eyes remained locked on his, the pupils dilated with lust.

The sound of her slurping filled the dusty room, a stark contrast to the silence that had come before. Ajay's eyes widened as she took more of him, his cock disappearing into the warm cavern of her mouth until her nose was pressed against his stomach. Her hand cupped his balls, her fingers gently massaging them as she sucked him off with a fervor that left him light-headed. The tip of her tongue danced around the sensitive spot just beneath the head of his penis, and he could feel the tension coiling in his belly, a prelude to the explosion that was building.

Tanzeer sensed his impending climax, the way his body tensed and his breath grew ragged. She knew exactly when he was about to come, the moment his cock grew even harder in her mouth, and his thighs began to quiver. She tightened her lips around his shaft, creating a suction that was almost painfully intense. She didn't want to miss a single drop of his sweet, young cum.

The moment came, and Ajay's body spasmed, his cock releasing a torrent of cum into her eager mouth. Tanzeer didn't miss a beat, her cheeks hollowing as she took it all, not a single drop escaping her hungry lips. She swallowed greedily, the muscles in her throat working as she took his virility down. His eyes rolled back in his head, a silent scream of pleasure tearing through his body as she drew out his orgasm, her tongue swirling around his sensitive tip, lapping at his shaft as he spurted into her mouth.

When the last drop had been milked from him, Tanzeer pulled away, her eyes watering slightly from the effort. She licked her lips, a satisfied smile playing across her face. "Mm," she murmured, savoring the taste of him. "So good." Ajay's knees buckled, and he leaned back heavily against the table, his breath coming in gasps.

With a wicked glint in her eye, Tanzeer stroked his softening penis with one hand. She took her thumb and index finger, forming an "o" around the base, and began to slide them up to the tip. As she did so, she gathered the sticky mess of cum and saliva that coated him, painting a glistening trail along his shaft. Once she reached the top, she made a show of bringing her hand to her mouth, her tongue flicking out to taste the mixture and then licking it clean. The sight was almost more erotic than the blowjob itself, a visual representation of her dominance over him.

"Did you like that, Ajay?" she asked, her voice a smoky purr. "Did you enjoy filling my mouth with your hot, young seed?" She leaned back on her haunches, balancing on the towering heels of her sandals, her eyes gleaming with a mix of triumph and hunger.

Ajay nodded, his voice barely above a whisper. "Yes, ma'am." He couldn't deny the pleasure that had coursed through him, even though the guilt was already setting in like a thick fog. He didn't know how to explain the complex tapestry of his feelings - the fear, the thrill, the disgust, and the overwhelming sense of being used by his own teachers, who were about three times his age.

Tanzeer chuckled, a low, throaty sound that sent a fresh wave of arousal through him. She took his semi-erect cock in her hand again, her thumb gently teasing the slit in his foreskin. "Good," she murmured, her eyes gleaming. "Because I want you to show me those stars I talked about. I want you to fuck me so hard, I see them exploding in my mind." She stood up, her sandals clacking against the floor, and took a step back, her hand still stroking him. "But first," she said, reaching into her bag once more, "I need a little something to get in the mood."

The quarter-sized bottle of whiskey glinted in the light as she brought it to her lips, her eyes never leaving his. She took a deep pull, her throat working as she swallowed, the sound of her gulp echoing through the room. Ajay watched, mesmerized, as she capped the bottle and placed it back in her bag with a flourish. The smell of alcohol mingled with her perfume, creating a heady scent that seemed to envelop them both.

Without a word, Tanzeer stepped back to him, her eyes gleaming with a mixture of hunger and amusement. She reached out, her sandal-clad foot sliding between his legs, and gently nudged his knees apart. Ajay's breath caught in his throat as her hand, wrapped around his semi-hard cock. She began to stroke him, her movements slow and deliberate, watching his reaction as if he were a science experiment she was eager to master. Her thumb traced lazy circles around the head of his penis, teasing the sensitive skin. “You’ll be as hard as a rock in no time, my sweet boy,” she assured him, a wicked smile playing on her lips.

As she worked his cock back to full erection, Tanzeer pressed her generous breasts against his chest. He could feel the heat of her body, the softness of her flesh, and the rapid beat of her heart. Her hand didn’t stop moving, her strokes growing more confident as he grew harder in her grasp. Then, without warning, she pushed his face down into her chest, his nose and mouth buried in the warm, velvety softness of her cleavage. Her breasts were so large that they swallowed his face whole, the smell of her skin and the faint scent of her perfume filling his nose.

Ajay's cheeks were flushed, his eyes wide with shock and arousal as he felt her nipples brush against his cheeks. They were hard and pointed, the areolae dark and puckered with desire. Her breath was hot against his ear as she whispered, "You're going to make me come, Ajay. You're going to make me come harder than I ever have before." Her big, round breasts smothered his face, the softness of her skin and the scent of her arousal intoxicating him. He could feel her heart hammering against his forehead, her excitement palpable. She contined to stroke him, her hand moving faster now, her thumb swiping over the precum leaking from his tip.

Tanzeer's strokes grew more urgent as Ajay's cock swelled in her hand, his muffled gasps and the feel of his nose brushing against her skin driving her own desire to a fever pitch. She could feel her own arousal slick between her legs, her pussy throbbing with need. “Yaa mere maula… I want to feel that sweet mouth on me,” she murmured, her voice thick with lust. With a sudden, surprising strength, she pushed him away from her breasts and down her body, her sandal-clad foot nudging him firmly between her legs.

Ajay’s eyes widened as he found himself face-to-face with Tanzeer’s shaved mound, the delicate scent of her arousal filling his nostrils. He knew what was expected of him, had felt the same dread and disgust whenever Tarannum forced him to do this. But he also knew that refusal was not an option, not if he wanted to avoid the consequences that would surely follow.

With a sigh that was half resignation, half anticipation, Tanzeer lifted one of her sandal-clad feet and placed it firmly on Ajay’s shoulder. The leather sole of her sandal was cool against his skin, a stark contrast to the heat of her body. The heel dug into his flesh, a silent demand for his obedience. He could feel the weight of her, the power she had over him, as she held his head with her both hands and began to rub her pussy against his face.

The smell of her cunt was pungent, a musky scent that filled his nostrils and made his stomach churn. But he knew better than to resist, to show any sign of the revulsion that roiled within him. “Open your mouth, Ajay,” Tanzeer instructed, her voice thick with desire. He could feel the heat of her pussy, the wetness of her juices as she ground against his face. The leather of her sandal dug into his shoulder, a constant reminder of the power she held over him.

Reluctantly, Ajay parted his lips and let his tongue slide out, the tip tentatively brushing against her clit. She moaned, a deep, guttural sound that seemed to resonate through the very air around them. He felt the muscles in her thighs tense, the sandal on his shoulder shift slightly as she leaned into his touch. He began to lick her, his tongue moving slowly and tentatively at first, the taste of her coating his mouth. It was bitter, salty, and similar to the taste of Tarannum and Nazia’s pussies, which he had been forced to sample in the past.

Tanzeer's moans grew louder, more urgent, as she began to rotate her hips, grinding herself against his face. Ajay could feel her juices flowing freely now, coating his cheeks and chin, filling his mouth and nose with her scent. She was in heaven, her eyes closed, her head thrown back, her body moving in a sinuous dance of pleasure. He tried to focus on the task at hand, to ignore the sandal pressing into his shoulder, the smell of her sweat and desire, the way she was using him. But it was impossible to ignore the power she had over him, the way she was taking her pleasure from him without a thought for his own feelings.

Her hand found its way to his hair, tangling in the strands as she pulled him closer, guiding his tongue and mouth to her clit. Ajay's head spun with the sensations, the taste of her, the feel of her wetness on his skin. He could feel her getting closer, the tension in her body building as she grew wetter and wetter. Her breathing was ragged, her sandal digging into his shoulder, leaving a bruise that would bloom later. But she abruptly pulled away, her chest heaving.

Although Tanzeer was on the brink of an earth-shattering climax with Ajay's eager tongue lapping at her clit, she knew she had to save the best for later. Time was not on their side, and she had much more planned for the young boy. With a soft sigh of regret, she gently lifted her sandal from his shoulder and stepped back, her eyes never leaving his flushed face. The sight of his mouth, glistening with her juices, and his wide eyes filled with a mix of fear and excitement, only served to make her hunger for him grow.

"Good boy," she praised, her voice dripping with sweetness that belied the lust that surged through her. "Now, it's time for you to give me what I really want." She reached down and took his hand, leading him to the dusty table in the center of the room.

Oh my god, that was so fucking hot! I can't believe how Tanzeer just takes control like that. The way she talks about Ajay's cock is so sexy, and the visual of her in those sandals with nothing else on... wow. The blowjob scene had me on edge, and her teasing him with the whiskey is just the kinky cherry on top. I can't wait to see how she makes him fuck her, especially knowing she's going to make him do it just for her pleasure. This story just keeps getting better and better. Give me more, please!

[ARJos]