Her Hair, My Hunger. Aarushi Part-1

I had never seen the class go silent like it did the day Aarushi walked in. The chatter of forty six students froze as the new teacher strutted through the doorway. It was her first day at our college on the outskirts of town, and she was my new professor of English Literature. She was extremely beautiful, with confidence that seemed to light up the room even when the electricity was out—which happened more often than it should. For being 44 years old, she was beautiful. Her body was fair and curvaceous. Her hips swayed gently as she walked by, and her breasts seemed to defy gravity. I had never seen a woman with such breasts. Large, round and firm-they looked like they could pop out of her blouse at any moment. She wore stunning sarees that accentuated every curve of her ripe figure.

While everyone was captivated by her body, it was her hair that captured my attention. It was long, thick, black and shiny—so long that it hung past her butt, swaying gently behind her with every step she took. Those deliciously sexy bangs framed her face like a dark halo. They were shaped like curtains, just beside her eyebrows, and fell in a way that made her eyes seem even bigger and more alluring. Every time she leaned over to write on the board, they’d fall slightly to one side, revealing a hint of her forehead, and I’d catch myself holding my breath.

Her hair tumbled down her back like a waterfall, thick and smooth, each strand flowing with its own weight. The color was a deep, lustrous black— with hints of warm brown only visible when sunlight hit it right.

I always had a strong hair fetish, and Aarushi’s hair took my obsession to new heights. It was like nothing I had ever seen before—a glorious mane that seemed to have a life of its own. I found myself aroused by her hair so much that I was almost always erect throughout her class.

I had to find a way to satisfy this craving.

One day, Aarushi walked into class with her hair tied into a tight bun. The sight of her thick, black strands coiled so neatly at the back of her neck was more tantalizing than I could have imagined. The way it accentuated the curves of her neck and shoulders made my heart race. The sight of her neck, now exposed and vulnerable, was driving me wild.The bun was so sexy that it was all I could think about.

Another day, she tied her hair into a high ponytail. The base of it was so thick that it looked like a black velvet carpet. The ponytail swayed gracefully with every movement of her head. I wanted to grab that ponytail, feel the weight of it in my hand, bury my face in it and inhale the sweet scent of her shampoo.

But it was when she tied her hair into a braid that Aarushi looked most arousing. It would cascade down her back, the plait thick and full, bouncing with every step she took. Her braid was so tightly woven that it looked like a silky black rope. The back of her head looked so sexy and inviting. The base of her neck, where the braid started, was the most tantalizing part—so delicate, but so thick and strong. I wanted to grab her braid with all my force and pull her close to me. The thought of her hair in my fist made me feel powerful, like I had the reins to a wild horse. I could see the tension in the muscles of her neck as she talked, her braid swinging gently from side to side.

Throughout class, I would imagine having sex with Aarushi- her braid gripped tightly in my hands, as her breasts swung about in ecstasy. I imagined her submitting to me, her hair the only thing covering her as I ravished her body. The way she’d arch her back as I pulled on her braid, the little gasps she’d make as I’d tug it harder. I had to find a way to get closer to her, to get my hands on that hair.

I began finding subtle ways to touch her hair. One afternoon as we walked past each other in the corridor, I told her there was something on her head. “My hands are full, could you remove it?” she said. “I just washed my hair today.” I pretended to remove something from her scalp, tugging at the roots of her hair. She giggled, and thanked me, before walking away.

Another day, as she exited the classroom, myself right behind her, I slammed the door shut, and her ponytail got caught between the door and the frame. She shrieked in surprise as she felt the pain. I quickly stepped forward, feigning an apology. “Let me help you with that,” I offered, trying to keep my voice from showing my excitement at what just happened. I grabbed her ponytail and tugged it free. Aarushi inspected her hair, caressing it, and said, “I’m lucky it didn’t pull a chunk out!”

One evening, Aarushi walked past me in the corridor, hands full of books and sheets- when she dropped a book on the floor. She bent over to retrieve it, her braid slipping over her shoulder, falling to one side and resting on the floor. Her neck looked so slender, and her breasts pushed against her blouse as she leaned down. A primal desire took over me as I walked towards her, and pretended to not notice her braid as I stepped on it, “accidentally” trapping it under my shoe. She gasped in pain, looking up at me with shock and anger in her eyes. “What the hell are you doing?” she snapped, her voice echoing in the empty hallway. “I’m so sorry,” I stammered, acting like it was an innocent mistake, as I held the part of the braid I stepped on, pretending to brush off the dirt. “Do you know how painful that was?” she yelled, “and look how dirty it is now!” “I’m sorry, ma’am, I did not notice” I said, trying to keep the smirk off my face. That was tantalizing!

One afternoon, after all the students and teachers had gone home after the morning classes, as it was a half-day. The college was eerily quiet. I waited in the library, pretending to study until the last person had left. Then, I made my way to Aarushi’s office. I knew she would be there, since she had to grade our midterm papers. I walked to her office, excitement and fear mingling in my chest.

“May I come in, ma’am?”` I called out, my voice trembling slightly as I knocked on her office door. “Yes, come in. Why haven’t you gone home like the others?” she asked, looking up from her work. She had untied her hair, letting it cascade over her shoulders. It was the perfect opportunity. “I had a doubt in the last chapter we studied,” I lied, stepping into the room.

It was unusually hot, and the power cut did not help. Her face glistened with sweat, and her blouse was sticking to her body. I could see the outline of her bra, her nipples poking through the fabric, as my penis stirred in my pants. The blouse under her armpits was dark from sweat. She looked ravishing.

“What is your doubt?” she asked, raising an eyebrow.

“It’s about the second poem, ma’am. The way the author describes the protagonist’s hair, it’s quite… intriguing. Can you help me understand the symbolism behind it?” I inquired, my eyes not leaving hers.

Aarushi leaned back in her chair, a knowing smile playing on her lips. She took a sip of water, her throat moving with the motion. “Ah, the symbolism of her hair,” she began, her voice sweet. “In many cultures, long hair on a woman signifies beauty, fertility, and power. It’s often associated with temptation and desire.” She paused, to wipe off a bead of sweat on her forehead. “It’s a symbol of feminine allure,” she continued, “but it’s also about control and submission. When a man desires a woman’s hair, he desires to possess not just her beauty, but the essence of what makes her desirable.”

She continued speaking, but I was lost in her hair. The sweat had started to seep from her scalp into her hair, making it appear half wet and even more inviting. Her hair stuck to the back of her neck, and her bangs were glued to her forehead. I watched as the droplets of sweat grew larger, then slipped down her neck and disappeared into the fabric of her blouse.

Oh, the things I wanted to do to her hair…

“Are you even listening, Danny?” Aarushi snapped, interrupting my thoughts.

I jerked back to reality. “I’m sorry, ma’am. It’s just so…hot today,” I stuttered, hoping my erection wasn’t too obvious. Her eyes narrowed slightly as she studied me.

“What were you looking at?” she asked, her voice laced with suspicion.

“Your…hair,” I replied, my voice hoarse with desire. “It’s just so…beautiful.”

Aarushi’s expression softened, and she reached up to touch her hair, a hint of pink rising in her cheeks. “You think so?”

“I do, ma’am,” I said, taking a step closer to her, my heart racing. “It’s like nothing I’ve ever seen before. So thick, so long, so…perfect. Can I touch it?”

The room grew quiet, as Aarushi looked at me for a long moment. Then, she let out a sigh. “Why not?” she said, leaning back in her chair, exposing more of her neck. “If you’re so obsessed with it, go ahead.” I could not believe my luck. I walked over to her, trying to keep my excitement in check.

I approached her carefully, and gently touched her loose hair with my trembling fingers. It was so soft, slipping through my fingers like fine silk. I leaned in and smelled her hair. It smelled faintly of coconut oil and had the sweet scent of jasmine flowers. As I moved closer to her scalp, it began stinking of sweat. That scent that only added to my excitement. I touched the base of her neck, damp with sweat. It was warm to touch, and her wet hair became tangled in my fingers.

“Would you mind if I braided it for you?” I asked, quietly. Aarushi looked surprised, but she nodded slowly. “Alright,” she said, “but be gentle.”

Gentle? Pfft. She was not in control anymore. Her hair was in my hands, and I could do as I pleased.

I divided her hair into three sections, feeling the weight of them in my hands. The scent of her shampoo, mixed with the sweaty smell of her scalp, was an erotic mix. I began braiding, my movements slow and deliberate. With each pass of the strands, I pulled a little harder than necessary, watching the way Aarushi’s eyes widened with pain. “I told you to be gentle,” she said through gritted teeth, but there was something else in her voice—desire, perhaps? I pretended not to hear her, continuing my act of pulling and tugging at her hair with more force than needed.

I yanked her braid from side to side, her breasts swaying with the motion, and watched the pain flicker in her eyes. It was intoxicating, the way she tried to maintain her composure, her teeth sinking into her lower lip to keep from moaning. Aarushi’s eyes grew soft with a mix of pain and desire. Her chest heaved, and her breasts strained against the fabric of her blouse. Her nipples, now erect, prodding at her blouse, were clearly visible. I ran my finger along her hair part, where her pale scalp was visible.

As soon as I finished braiding her hair, I could resist no longer. I pulled down my pants and boxers- my penis had never been harder. She had not noticed yet, as I slowly pushed my penis into where her braid started. Her silky hair offered almost no resistance, and I could feel the heat at the back of her head, my penis enjoying being surrounded by such luscious hair.

“W-What are you doing?” Aarushi’s voice quivered as she felt something hard pressing against the base of her neck. She tried to turn and look back but was held in place by my strong grip on her silky head.

She was shocked. I had crossed a line she never expected. But she did not resist. Perhaps she was too stunned to react or maybe she enjoyed the sensation of submission. I then wrapped her braid around my penis, stroking it gently at first. Then I began to rub it faster and faster as she gasped and squirmed in her chair. She turned back, eyes wide with surprise and shock, her mouth curling into a silent “Oh!” as she realized what was happening. Her braid securely wrapped around my penis, I smelled her scalp, now wet with the heat.

I pumped harder and faster, the friction of her hair on my skin driving me wild. Aarushi’s eyes grew even wider as she watched, her breathing rapid. “Danny… stop,” she whispered, but the way she said it sounded more like a plea for more.

And then, I couldn’t hold back any longer. With a grunt, I released a thick, hot stream of cum all over her scalp and braid. It coated her hair, mixing with the sweat and making it stick to her skin. Her eyes widened even further, but she did not pull away. Instead, she leaned back into her chair, her breaths coming in short gasps.

“This is going to take ages to clean up,” she smirked, looking up at me. “You sir, owe me a bottle of shampoo.”

To be continued.

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