Disclaimer
This is a work of erotic fiction. The subject is erotic in nature and
may not be to your liking. The author does not endorse the lifestyle
or acts that are described here. It is meant solely for the reader's
pleasure. If such literature turns you off, you are requested to stop
reading here. Please do not try these things at home. What may read as
exciting acts may be fatal to the participants if performed in real
life.
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Neelam Singh – Resident Tutor

I was 12 when Neelam Singh applied for the post of tutor with my family.

I had been studying at home for two years at that time. After I was
thrown out of my last school for having sneaked into the teacher's
toilet so I could take pictures of them in the nude, which I then
"sold" to the other boys in school, my father had decided that I would
be taught at home.

My first resident tutor, Mr. Kamat, had left without giving any reason
to my father. He obviously thought my parents would not understand his
anger at finding his wife giving his student a blowjob.

I counted myself lucky that Mr. Kamat was bashful about discussing his
wife's indiscretions.

My father interviewed quite a number of candidates before settling on
Neelam. When I saw her I found myself being glad that Mr. Kamat had
caught me.

She was in her mid-thirties. Her husband had expired in a car crash
and she was looking to start a new life. Neelam was taller that the
average Indian woman at 5'9". She had maintained her figure. Add the
height and the figure and what one got was model material. Her blck
hir had streaks of brown in it. It was cut in a wavy style and reached
midway down her back. She preferred the saree, which was fine with me.
I personally hated the other Indian attire, the salwar khameez. I
thought the saree made women look sexy, especially the tall ones.

I saw her on three occasions, when she came for the interview, when
she came to finalize her employment and today, when she was moving in.
On all three occasions she wore sleeveless blouses, which had plunging
necklines and also plunged at the back. The saree was always worn on a
low hip, so all the skin from just below her breast to just above her
crotch was on display.

I had already rigged up a camera in the teacher's bathroom. That was
how I had taken pictures of Sonia, Mr. Kamat's wife, as she had posed,
fortunately for me, directly in front of the camera. It had just taken
a little bit of manipulation on the computer to make it look like she
had posed in the nude in my room. It was those photographs that helped
me "persuade" her to "treat me nice".

Once Neelam had settled into her room, I waited for her to use the
bathroom. The event wasn't long in coming. I had setup the equipment
so that my camera would start recording whenever there was any
movement in front of it. It was set to record for 10 minutes from
sensing the last movement.

I heard the recorder start up, and put on my TV, switching to the CCTV channel.

I watched Neelam enter the toilet, and go to the WC. She lifted her
saree, took off her panties, and stood astride the closet. Her urine
jet out from between her legs. I turned up the volume to listen to the
tinkle of her urine splashing on the water. It was a most erotic
sound.

After she was done, she dabbed herself with tissue and left the
toilet. I turned off the recorder.

Then I played back what I had recorded. This time I took my time and
studied her long, long legs. They were smooth and hairless. I guessed
that she waxed them regularly to keep them that way. Her cunt had just
a hint of pubic hair. She must have spent hours trimming them and
keeping them at the size they were.

"Here is a woman who keeps herself ready for sex", I told myself.

To her credit, Neelam was a good tutor, and I found myself enjoying my
lessons with her. This is high tribute given the fact that all the
time I spent with her I had a hard-on and I looked for every
opportunity to touch her and stare at her.

One day, a few months after Neelam had moved in, I was watching her
take a bath. After her bath, she walked out naked into her room.
Something possessed me and I suddenly felt like I wanted to see her in
her bedroom. I wanted to watch her dress up. I decided I would put up
a camera in her bedroom. But even after taking that decision, I felt a
need to see her immediately.

Neelam's balcony was just a short hop from mine. So I went out and
hopped into her balcony. I crept up to a crack in the curtains and
watched her walking about naked as she applied creams and what not to
her body. She went to her wardrobe and picked out a black underwear
set. I watched her dress up and was completely turned on.

I relieved myself watching a CD of hers.

After dinner, for which she joined the family, she said to me as we
climbed up the stairs to the first floor where our rooms were, "Come
to my room in 10 minutes."

I felt my blood run cold.

Did she know?

If so, how?

I turned on my CCTV and she wasn't in her toilet. I kept it on
nonetheless. After a while she came into view. She was wearing a
nightgown with spaghetti straps that held it up. I watched her take
off her make-up and get ready for bed.

After the 10 minutes were up I knocked her door.

"Come", she called out.

I went in.

"Rajan, I have a request to make. Will you agree?"

"What is it?" I asked.

"The next time you want to see me naked, please don't risk your life
and limb jumping over balconies. Here is the key to my room. You can
walk in whenever you want and look at anything you want."

She held out a key to me as she said this.

I took the key and then apologized, "I'm sorry."

"No need to apologize. A young man like you will naturally be excited
about a woman. However, I don't want you hurting yourself in the
process. Your feelings are normal and natural. Don't have to feel bad
about having them. You are most welcome to my bedroom and wherever
else at any time. All I ask is that you do not show anything in
public. In front of a third person, I am your tutor and you my
student. When we are studying, I am your tutor and you my student. At
all other times I am a woman and you a man. You may do anything that a
normal man would want to do with a woman. Do I make myself clear?"

"Can I fuck you?"

"Yes"

She said is so matter-of-factly.

I went to the door and closed it. When I turned around she had dropped
her gown and stood naked.

I took her to the bed, and lay her down. Kneeling beside the bed I
began to litter her with kisses. I took her closest nipple in my mouth
and sucked on it. My hands went to her vagina. She spread her legs to
allow me access. I began to finger her clit.

"Yes darling. That is so nice", she told me.

I moved to the other nipple, without taking my fingers away from her cunt.

"Have you done this before?" she asked me.

"Yes", I said in a hoarse voice.

"Then take me. I need you inside me."

I took off my clothes and offered my penis at her mouth. She licked it
and sucked it, making it slick with her saliva.

I got on the bed, between her legs, and eased myself into her.

"I am protected, so go right on", she told me.

I began fucking her in earnest.

Our lips locked and we tongued each other as our hips rammed against
each other.

Neelam wasn't passive like the other lovers I knew. Each thrust of
mine was met by a thrust of hers. She cunt muscles contracted when I
was buried all the way inside her. So pulling myself out was an
amazing feeling. When I reached the peak of my outward pull, she would
relax the muscles and I would slip back in all the way. She would
tighten up again.

I had never had sex like this before. I began shooting my cum into her.

"Yes baby. Give it to me. Give it all to me", she urged me.

I banged hard, leaving my cum deep inside her. Then I relaxed.

"Lick me. Lick me. I want to cum", she pleaded.

I slid off her and went to her cunt. My cum was leaking out of her
cunt. I began to lap at it.

Somewhere at the back of my head I felt that this was sick. But it was
so sexy at that point of time. I drank my sperm from her cunt, lapping
her clit all the time.

"Oh God! I'm cumming", she called out.

Her thighs locked around my head and buried my face into her cunt. I
kept sucking her.

The room seemed strangely silent when we were finished.

I washed my face and came back from the toilet.

"So I can have you whenever I want?"

"Whenever"

Life suddenly looked very rosy.

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