College worker became my lover and slut – Part 1

Hi, this is Narasimha. This happened when I was 19 years old, during my BTech days. My family is rich, and my dad earns well in real estate. I have a beautiful mom and family. I’m a guy with high libido levels, and I love dominating women in bed, treating them like sluts. I’m blessed with a 7-inch tool.

Let’s get into the story. When I was in my second year of BTech, a new housekeeping worker named Parvathi joined our college. She’s a good-looking milf with dusky skin, 36B boobs, a chubby navel, and folds on her hips. She has a fat ass, size 36. She’s a hot, thick milf from a village. The moment I saw her, I decided to sleep with her. I started staring at her, giving her signals with my eyes, but she never cared. Even though she knew I was trying for her, not just me, many boys even masturbated thinking about her.

One day, I was called to the principal’s room for beating a junior. There, I saw Parvathi requesting the principal for a loan of 20,000 rupees as her son was hospitalized, but the principal refused. The next day, I saw her entering the male washroom to clean it. She put up barriers in front of the washroom door, mentioning that it was under maintenance. So, I got up in the middle of class and went into the washroom. I saw her in full sweat, her saree lifted up to her thighs, and her pallu tucked into her saree, exposing her huge dusky boobs. The moment she saw me, she was shocked and started adjusting her saree, scolding me, “Are you blind? Can’t you see the board outside?”

I was in total lust. She already sensed it. I went near her step by step, looking at her boobs. She was frightened and said, “I have kids, please…” When she touched the wall, she stopped moving. She was in fear, and I was looking into her eyes. Then, I pulled out my gold chain and said, “Aunty, I think this is yours. I saw it when you dropped it. It’s worth 37,000 rupees, I think.” She was shocked again and had no words. I could see confusion in her eyes, and I knew she couldn’t refuse it because she needed money right now. She said, “Ha ha, babu, it’s mine. Give it to me” with a little artificial smile.

Then, I said, “But, aunty, your hands are not clean because of cleaning. Let me put it on for you.” Without wasting time, I kept my hands on her neck and back, touching her back smoothly, rubbing her sweaty neck. She understood I was enjoying her, but she kept quiet, paying the price of the chain. I went further by pushing my hand into her blouse, exploring her back. She was taking deep breaths.

I said, “Sorry, aunty, something like an insect touched my hand, so I went further into your blouse.”

Parvathi said, “Haa haa, babu” with confusion.

I said, “Aunty, thanks so much, I mean, for cleaning all this. And, by the way, aunty, your husband is very lucky to have a beautiful woman like you.”

Parvathi said, “Ha babu… thanks for everything” with a small smile.

From then on, two weeks passed. She was on leave since the washroom episode. I started missing her and thinking about her, sitting on a bench in the ground. I saw two legs with rubber chappals under a cotton saree nearing me – it was her, Parvathi. She came and sat beside me. I asked, “Oh, aunty, where have you been all these days?”

Parvathi said, “Thanks, babu, because of you, my son is cured from typhoid. I know it’s your chain; I saw it on your neck many times. Thanks, babu, why you helped me?”

I said, “Nothing, aunty, I saw you in the principal’s room struggling for 20,000 rupees, so I wanted to help you. I don’t like to see you like that.”

Parvathi got very emotional, rubbed her eyes, and I could see gratitude in her face. I remained calm and happy because things started to work in my favor. Suddenly, some lecturer called her, and she was upset to break our conversation. I said for her to wait for me after college. After 6 pm, it was empty in college. I managed the security by putting 5,000 rupees in his hand and took the indoor stadium keys. I saw Parvathi in the ground and took her into the indoor stadium. She came without questioning me.

Parvathi said, “Babu, I just want to thank you for the help.”

I said, “It’s okay, Parvathi, as I said, you are a beautiful woman, and I want a smile on your beautiful lips.”

Parvathi said, “Babu, it’s been so long since I was happy. You are the only one after my parents who cared for me.”

I said, “Hoo, don’t cry, please” (I took advantage and laid my hand on her shoulder. My hands started feeling her skin near her neck and shoulder beside her blouse). I asked, “What about your husband?”

Parvathi said, “He is useless and toxic. All he does is drink and abuse me. He even takes my salary… Babu, please call me Parvati if you want.”

I said, “Okay, Parvati, I want to say one thing – I love you.”

Parvati said, “Babu, I have a son, and I’m married, and I’m elder than you. Don’t spoil your life. Don’t say such words.”

I said, “Look, Parvati, I am not going to marry you, but I want you as my lover. I will take care of you and your children, whatever they need” (I know she will accept because I have money, and she liked it when I was caring for her, and women in their 30s with no caring from their husband and the responsibility of children need me).

Parvathi remained silent for 10 minutes. Then she said, “Babu, you saved my son, and you want to take care of me. I can’t say no to you, but what if someone knows that I have an affair with a 19-year-old boy?”

I said, “Look, Parvathi, it’s between you and me. No one knows, even if they do, don’t think about society. Just think for your sake” (I pressed her thick shoulder and pushed her towards me).

Parvati said, “Haa babu” (looking into my eyes with a smile).

I too smiled and slowly pulled her face towards me. I held her face and kissed her lips. My tongue went deep into her mouth. She was not doing it properly; I think it was her first time lip-locking after all. She is a village woman married to a useless husband. Now I have a chance to use her to the fullest. After a 5-minute kiss, she broke it because of my bite on her lower lip.

Parvathi said, “You are a boy, but where did you learn kissing like this?”

I said, “Did you like that, my love?”

Parvati said, “Haa babu” with a shy smile. “Let’s go; we have many days in the future.”

I was damn horny for her. We both were sweating, but she was on the next level – sweat drops dripping from her dusky neck, her navel curve shining in sweat. My dick was rock hard. I kept my hand on her navel and, with full force, pressed it and pulled her. She was speaking half words, “Ba…bu…baa… enough for today.”

I said, “No, it’s because of your beauty I’m hard inside. It’s your responsibility to take care of your lover’s dick, isn’t it, Parvati?”

Parvati said, “Babu, you know how to use women like me. Now tell me what to do, but please, not sex. I’m on my periods.”

I got very angry and disgusted. “Damn you, bitch! I’m too hard now. Do whatever you can to take care of it.”

Parvati said, “Please cool down, babu” (she took her pallu off, exposing her thick dusky boobs from her cotton blouse). She said, “See, babu, it’s your Parvati’s assets” (she bent down and took my zip down, kept her hand inside my pant and inners). The moment she caught my dick with her warm hands, it drove me crazy. With a romantic tone, she said, “Babu, you got this big one, okay? Babu, I will take care of it.”

She started masturbating my dick. Damn, it was heaven – her face, her looks, her tone, calling me “babu, babu,” and her boobs moving like water balloons while she was beating my dick. I kept my hands on her blouse and pulled it away; it got torn into pieces. I started crushing her boobs with my hands, and her yellow rope, tied by her husband, was hanging on her boobs, making me crazy. Her nipples, her boobs, were getting rough treatment, but she didn’t say anything.

After 15 minutes of beating, I said, “Suck it, bitch.” She smiled at me and took it into her mouth. It was the best experience ever, even though I’ve fucked girls before. A thick aunty at 35 years old is something special. After 20 minutes of sucking, I’m about to cum. I held her head and cummed into her throat. She looked at me with eyes upward and drank it all. It’s over; I’m a little satisfied. I pulled my pants up.

I said, “Parvati, sorry if I did rough and wild…”

Parvathi said, “Babu, you are my lover. I know what men need in women. It’s my duty to satisfy my lover, and call me as you want – bitch, slut, whore – in romance, I’m everything to you.”

I said, “Thanks, Parvati. You are mine” (I went close and hugged her tightly).

Parvati said, “Babu, I need a favor from you… I need some money for my daughter’s school fee. Babu, sorry for asking, but you are my lover, so I asked.”

I said, “No problem, Parvati. Your problems are my problems too, and mine are your right” (rubbing my dick inside my pant).

And we went out. Security saw us and smiled at me after seeing Parvati without a blouse. She just wrapped her saree around her like a Lambadi woman. I dropped Parvathi at her home at 8 pm. Her home was a hut at the riverside with a lot of trees in the area. I gave her my card and pin for her daughter’s fee. She thanked me and went towards her house. Again, I got hard seeing her ass and folds on her backside navel. I called again and asked her to guide me to a spot in the trees to pee.

She came back and smiled and took me into the bushes. I took out my dick; it was rock hard again. I held her head; she understood. She bent forward and took it into her mouth. I fucked her mouth for 20 minutes and again made her drink it. After that, she said, “Are you happy, babu?”

After that, she went home with messed-up hair and without a blouse, just with a saree, and I went to my house.