Desi Teacher Mom Taken with Friends

Hey folks, or should I say perverted motherfuckers? I'm Arti Sharma, a 34-year-old mom with a rad son. I'm the sports teacher at DPS, RK Puram. Standing tall at 5'8", my figure's got some Malaika Arora vibes -- fit, big boobs, and booty to boot.

Sports are my jam. Volleyball, Basketball, you name it. I hit the gym regularly, and I'm into weight training too. My go-to wardrobe? Sports t-shirts and shorts -- practical for sports, but let's be real, they also turn heads.

I'm a bit of a hard-ass with the students, keeping things disciplined. But I'm all smiles with other teachers, especially the guys. Not everyone's a fan, though. The ladies on the faculty? Not thrilled, those whiny female teachers talking about my "scandalous" attire -- the booty and naked thighs in shorts, they just can't stop complaining about. My revealing outfits and the attention I get from both students and teachers make me the most popular in the staff room. But hey, it's not my fault; I've got a sexy frame that raises dicks, ahem, temperature--I meant temperature, guys.

Even though I excel in my job, the pay for us sports teachers isn't all that impressive. Hence, I provide my "special services" to the principal, and yeah, you've got it -- by "special services" I mean I let him fuck me once every week. Gotta make ends meet, you know? Life's a constant juggle between excelling in my job and navigating the drama that comes with it.

The day kicks off early for me, waking up next to my husband, Rakesh. After a quick shower, the big decision: what to wear. Bra, panties, and either a comfy t-shirt with shorts or pants, depending on the day's vibe. Gotta be practical, but hey, I like to keep it stylish.

While I whip up breakfast and pack lunch, it's time to wake up my son, Rohan. He's my tall, 6-foot senior student son, the backbone of the household. Athletic, muscular, strong, and intelligent -- he's the pride and joy of my life.

Rakesh, my hardworking but somewhat lazy husband, heads off to the office. He's a bit on the heavier side but muscular, giving off some Salman Khan vibes. Despite being a bit of a couch potato at home, he works hard at the office.

With breakfast done, Rohan and I hop on my Royal Enfield Bullet, the beast of a bike I adore. We zip our way to DPS, where I wear two hats -- sports teacher and mom. The morning assembly is my turf, setting the tone for the day.

As I let the little ones loose to play, I keep my focus on the older students. Coaching sessions are no joke -- Volleyball, Basketball, you name it. I'm all about encouraging both boys and girls to dive into sports. Sure, a few gazes may drift, particularly when it comes to my curves, but I simply brush it off and stay on course.

After a day of pumping up the team, Rohan and I head back home for some well-deserved rest.

Evenings are a hustle -- cooking dinner, welcoming my tired husband home. Rakesh plops down on the couch, a mix of exhaustion and contentment on his face. We sit down, eat, and wind down for the night. We're a tight-knit family, navigating the challenges of our daily routines with a mix of chaos, love, and a good dose of sportsmanship. It's my life, and I wouldn't have it any other way.

Everything was normal until this particular day.

I had just finished training my son Rohan's class when I received a message that Principal Suresh Shukla wanted to see me. Given our usual routine, I assumed he needed some "special services" to relieve stress. Without much thought, I made my way straight to the Principal's Office.

As I entered, there he was, seated in his chair. Principal Shukla greeted me with, "Oh, I've been waiting for this, ma'am. Please come and suck the stress out of me." Without hesitation, I approached him and began the sucking his dick, a routine that had become oddly familiar over time.

He seemed to be enjoying the blowjob, and, surprisingly, so was I. Initially, the idea of sucking the Principal felt a bit uncomfortable, even disgusting. However, enticed by the good pay he offered, I gradually found myself getting accustomed to it, and over time, it became a somewhat tolerable routine.

As I kept sucking Shukla's dick, he brought up Rita's ongoing rants about my shorts.

Shukla: Guess what? Rita's on her shorts rant again.

Me: (rolling eyes) Seriously? What's wrong with that fat cow?

Shukla: (shrugging) Apparently, she thinks your shorts are too tight and all the men keep staring at your ass. But whatever. As long as you keep sucking my cock, I'll handle that bitch.

Let me give you a bit more insight into Rita -- a constant critic of my wardrobe choices and a regular complainer about my influence on the students. Rita is a 50-year-old Hindi teacher, on the shorter and heavier side, projecting a conservative appearance but harbouring a hidden jealousy towards me.

Me: (smirking) She's just jealous 'cause nobody looks at her fat ass. Thanks for the heads up, sir.

As a thank-you, I sucked Shukla real good and he released his cream right in my mouth.

Shukla: (grinning) Well, that's unexpected!

After I was done gulping down his cum, Shukla thanked me, patted my ass, and appreciated the awesome blowjob.

Shukla: That was top-notch, really. You're a pro at this.

Me: Just doing my job, sir. Glad you enjoyed it.

Then, I casually bounced out of the office.

Me: Alright then, I'll catch you next week, sir.

Shukla: Absolutely. See you around.

Later, I waited for Rohan on my beast Bullet. When he joined me, we cruised our way back home. Everything seemed to be going fine. Rakesh arrived home, and we sat down for dinner together. After our meal, we laid down to sleep, and Rakesh easily dozed off, seemingly tired by the day's events.

I began scrolling through my phone when suddenly, a notification popped up with the message "URGENT- USE HEADPHONES." Sensing the urgency, I muted the phone's volume and clicked on the notification.

I was shocked when I realized that it was a video of me sucking Shukla's cock. Fear overtook me. The last thing I wanted was for anyone to find out about me fucking the principal. I was freaking out. The idea of everyone finding out that I'm secretly fucking the Principal was giving me serious chills. Imagine what would happen to my reputation in society, what my husband would say and worst of all what would my son say -- "Mom, a whore in attire of a teacher?" It scared the heck out of me! My whole existence would crumble. Rakesh might leave me. Rohan would despise me. My family might disown me. I'd be a total mess. My mind went blank, and my heart raced like never before. I was terrified out of my mind.

A new notification flashed on my screen, its message carrying an eerie assurance: "Don't worry. I won't share this with anyone if you do me a favour--just a small one. Just type 'YES' and go back to sleep. And remember, do not contact the Principal." My response was immediate, my fingers moving swiftly to type "YES" and send it back into the digital abyss.

I waited anxiously for another message, but none came. The terror gripping me made sleep impossible that night. Questions raced through my mind -- who was behind this, and what did they want from me? Money? Doubtful. Money seemed unlikely; I was just a sports teacher with a modest income, and my husband, currently working long hours for a reduced salary after being laid off, was facing his own challenges. Before long, my mind kicked into gear. Since I sucked the Principal in his office, the culprit had to be someone from the school. The question loomed -- was it a teacher, a peon, a student, or anyone else from the staff? The list of potential suspects seemed never-ending. Though tempted to review CCTV footage, the effort would be futile; Shukla routinely deleted recordings around his office immediately after we have sex. The entire night slipped away as I pondered without a hint of sleep.

The following day dragged on lethargically. Having spent a sleepless night, I struggled to carry out my usual tasks. After waking up Rohan and Rakesh, I managed to take a quick shower but couldn't muster the energy to prepare meals, instructing them to grab something from the canteen. Normally, I would be the one riding my motorcycle to work with Rohan on the pillion seat, but today, I let him take the reins.

In the school canteen, I half-heartedly sipped on my coffee, my suspicions lingering on those around me. I felt the weight of eyes on me, making it unbearable to stay. Frustration reached a peak, and I found myself shouting at a few noisy students. Instant guilt washed over me, prompting a retreat to the staff room.

Although the morning assembly had drawn all the teachers and students away, I decided to skip it, claiming I wasn't feeling well -- a statement that, in reality, reflected my true state of being.

At that moment, another notification chimed in -- "You look tired. Couldn't sleep last night? Poor ma'am, get some rest. I want you to feel fresh when I see you by the end of the day."

Feeling a mix of dread and curiosity, I hesitated for a moment before responding to the mysterious message. "Who are you? What do you want?" I typed, my fingers trembling slightly. The minutes felt like hours as I anxiously awaited a reply. The school day progressed with a heavy cloud of uncertainty hanging over me. As the day drew to a close, I couldn't shake the feeling of being watched. The notification lingered in the back of my mind, casting a shadow over every interaction. With a knot in my stomach, I prepared to confront the unknown at the end of the day, wondering what awaited me.

As the school day concluded, there was still no sign of my blackmailer. Waiting for Rohan on my motorcycle, a sense of foreboding lingered. Then, another notification arrived -- "You didn't rest, you dummy. I want you to rest properly when you come to school tomorrow. If I don't see you well-rested, I will circulate the clip in the group of school teachers... Goodbye, see you tomorrow."

My heart raced as I read the chilling message. The threat hung over me like a storm cloud, casting a shadow on any semblance of peace. I felt cornered, my options narrowing. The weight of the impending doom pressed down on me, leaving me with a sinking feeling. Clutching my phone, I pondered the gravity of the situation. The journey home felt longer than usual, each passing moment intensifying the dread of what awaited me tomorrow.

In the evening, desperate for some respite after over 36 hours without sleep, I reluctantly took sleeping pills, hoping to find solace in the embrace of rest. Although my tired body craved relief, sleep was elusive, and even the night brought intermittent nightmares. Morning brought a semblance of rest, though not enough for a gleaming recovery. Checking my phone, I discovered another message from the previous night: "I hope you are resting well. Wear your White Top and Pink Polka Dot Shorts when you come to school tomorrow. You look good in them." The uneasy feeling lingered, a mixture of compliance and fear settling in my gut.

I felt a slight reduction in my anxiety as I began to piece together the intentions of this person. It was clear he aimed to fuck me for sure. The realization dawned on me, especially considering that my white top tended to turn almost transparent when drenched in sweat, and the shorts he requested were the shortest and tightest in my wardrobe, making my ass resemble a balloon everyone wanted to poke with their needle dicks.

While I still harboured anger towards the person, their intentions were now crystal clear, eliminating the need for speculation. Besides, it wasn't my first time engaging in intimate activities with another man. I'm a free-spirited person, occasionally cheating on my husband. In fact, this situation stemmed from being filmed during one of those encounters with the Principal. As awkward as it was, it couldn't be worse than that previous ordeal.

I went to the school, complying with every detail my perpetrator had requested. To add to it, I even wore my most alluring black bra and panties. My black bra peeked through the top I had on, creating an embarrassing yet daring look.

Following the morning assembly, a notification buzzed on my phone -- "Looks like you understood what I wanted from you. Cool, come to the boys' washroom on the 3rd floor at exactly 2:50 pm." It struck me as odd, considering school ended at 3:00 pm, and this guy wanted just ten minutes. Something felt fishy, but with limited options, I waited for the designated time. Sneaking into the boys' washroom, I ensured no one witnessed my entry. Another notification instructed me to go inside and wait in the middle cubicle.

I followed the instructions and, just after doing so, a group of boys entered the washroom, engaged in gossip about teachers and girls. Panic set in as the realization hit me -- being spotted in the boys' washroom would be a nightmare to explain and could spark a major controversy. While contemplating this, someone slipped an envelope inside the toilet cubicle. To my surprise, it contained a letter and a mobile phone with a message -- "Good Job, babe. Now, as the school ends in a few minutes, put your personal phone in your Royal Enfield's storage box and hand the bike's keys to your son. Make up an excuse, telling him you'll be home by 6 PM. Once he's gone, you'll receive a location on this phone; meet me there." The stakes soared, and the gravity of the situation sank in.

Recognizing the cunning nature of this person, I acknowledged the need for extreme caution. Following the instructions, I surreptitiously extracted a wrench from the bike, stashing it in my purse as a precautionary measure in case of an emergency, potentially serving as a makeshift weapon. Aware that he might be watching my every move, given his intelligence and precision, I informed Rohan that I would be meeting a friend and assured him of my return by 6 PM.

I received the location of a restaurant on the phone provided, and I took an auto to get there. Upon arrival, my phone rang.

Him: Hello, ma'am. How are you?

I recognized the voice as that of a student; it couldn't belong to a grown-up man, unmistakably a young adult.

Me: Who the hell are you, and what the fuck do you want?

Him: Relax, ma'am. Don't shout at me. Enjoy some food of your choice; it's a treat from my side for being such an obedient sweetheart.

Me: I don't want to eat. Just get it over with.

Him: Alright, just have the Mango Shake that's on its way now, and don't worry; I've already paid for it.

A waiter placed the shake on my table, but unsure of its safety, I discreetly disposed of it in the dustbin.

Him: Ouch, you broke my heart.

Me: I told you I don't want to eat or drink anything.

Him: Very well then, come to room no. 169 on the first floor of the Shalini Inn in front of the restaurant you're at.

He disconnected, and I entered the Shalini Inn, proceeding to the first floor. The door to room no. 169 was wide open. There was no one inside, just an envelope on the bed that read-- "Open the right drawer of the dressing table." Inside, I found a black blindfold accompanied by a note instructing me to wear it and wait on the bed.

Despite my reluctance, I proceeded, taking a seat on the bed and securing the blindfold over my eyes. Waiting anxiously for what was to come, I sat still for a little over a minute, my senses heightened. The sound of footsteps approached, growing closer.

"Would you rather fuck me after knowing who I am, or would you like to keep the blindfold and never know about who I am and simply enjoy our one-time fun?" The voice was familiar, and I realized it belonged to a student I had encountered recently in school. However, I couldn't quite place the identity. Caught in a dilemma, I hesitated, torn between the option of engaging without seeing his face or unveiling the truth and potentially feeling embarrassed at school forever.

"I'd like to know who you are," I said.

"Remove that blindfold then," he replied.

Taking off the blindfold, I was confronted by a face I encountered on a daily basis -- Ajay Rajput, a basketball player, my student, and coincidentally, in the same class as my son. He stood exceptionally tall, broad, muscular, and exuded an air of wealth.

"Ajay!!! You were blackmailing me all this time," I exclaimed, a mix of shock and disbelief coloring my words.

"Yes, ma'am, and I apologize for the same, but from the moment I saw you, I wanted that body of yours. Your big, beautiful eyes, gracious smile, alluring lips, your voluptuous breasts, perfect slim waist, those ample buttocks, and your heavenly thighs. I just love your body, and this lust got over my head when I saw you blowing that fat old Principal. Why do you do that? Money? Ma'am, it ain't worth sucking that old bastard for a woman like you. You should be with me. I'll be your slave. You need money? I'll give you twice as much as he is giving, but be with me for just this time. I will delete the video once you have sex with me, and it shall be your decision to continue our affair or not," he said.

Overwhelmed by the situation, I found myself face to face with a young boy, merely 18, the same age as my son. He stood tall, broad, athletic, and undeniably handsome--someone any girl would find irresistible. Here I was, a 34-year-old mother. Sure, I might be super fit and attractive, but this person was just too young for me. On the flip side, he held a compromising video of mine, making it difficult for me to refuse his offer. Complicating matters, he was good friends with my son and had even visited our house a time or two. Struggling to make up my mind, I remained silent for some time and then finally murmured, "Rohan or anyone else should never find out about this."

Ajay: Nobody will ever know. Just you and me and just this one time.

Me: And you will delete the video.

Ajay: Yes, I will delete it right in front of you.

I found myself in a state of confusion, grappling with what to do next. On one hand, Ajay was assuring me that he would delete the video and keep this incident under wraps. By this point, the slut in me had also begun to figure out how big his dick would be. I mean, yes, I had been fucked before, but not by someone who was over 6'6". Leaving fucking aside, I hadn't seen anyone else even close to his height in my whole life.

As I pondered these thoughts, Ajay made his way to a nearby chair, sitting down and locking eyes with me. It was at this moment that I had made up my mind, deciding to let him have his way with me. The only challenge now was to say it out loud without sounding like a cheap whore.

I didn't know what else to say except for "Okay".

His face lit up as he heard my consent. This is when he revealed how he was gonna fuck me.

Ajay: Before proceeding, would you be fine if, during the act, I use explicit language?

I just nodded. If this young lad wants to talk dirty, then who am I to stop him? Let him have his fun.

Ajay: Are you comfortable with anal sex?

Oh my god, he wants to fuck me in the ass. This may seem a little stretched out, but I was an anal virgin, and believe it or not, I knew anal was going to be painful. To top it all, I knew Ajay would be huge if his dick was even slightly proportional to his height. The only one in my girl gang who had ever tried anal was Simran, and what she had told us about anal sex was not good.

Me: No, I don't like it.

Ajay: You don't like it. So, you have had anal sex in the past, right? You can bear it for a few minutes, I guess?

Me: No, I have never done it. It is very painful.

I lied. I had tried anal once with Rakesh after Simran mentioned it to me. Rakesh was very excited, but it didn't go as planned. He tried to enter my ass but couldn't because of the thickness in his manhood and the delicacy in my ass. It was too painful for me even to attempt anal. There was no way I would let a young, irresponsible lad do it to me.