This is my first post here on slutyconfession.com so be kind to me and bear with my storytelling. 😅
So it is my own story, from post lockdown. I’m F(19), poor in my academics, so my mother arranged a home tuition for me. As usual, I was expecting some aged, typical master kind of person to show up, but I was stunned to see this man — he was like 22-23 years old, handsome, and obviously hot. In the starting days, I barely spoke to him and he also kept things to studies and formal talks like homework and all that. I was so introverted and shy that I couldn’t even ask him about any problems of mine; I would just let it be. I often didn’t complete my homework because I didn’t know how to do it, but I never asked him. He would figure it out himself, scold me a little, and then patiently explain everything.
Even then, my mouth wouldn’t open in front of him — I was that introverted. I would feel like crying but couldn’t say a word.
This went on for almost a year. Then, slowly, as more time was spent together, our light conversations started increasing (more than before; now I gathered some courage to ask questions). He would ask about my entire day’s curriculum, how and what I studied the whole day — but all talks were still related to studies only.
(Wait, here I missed mentioning one thing — along with me, my younger brother also used to study with us; he was in 5th class at that time.)
Our routine continued like this till October (my boards were approaching in February). I thought that the three of us could only study together till February, and then our meetings would stop. So gradually, I started making some random conversation with him to seek his attention. Slowly, I became a bit touchy — like deliberately letting my foot touch his under the table. I was literally thinking of him all the time.
Then one day, when my brother wasn’t there and it was just the two of us, I saw the opportunity and confessed all my feelings to him. But he didn’t react much. Things continued like that, and our bond kept getting better. I would always sit at the table waiting for him before he arrived, and as soon as he came, I would give him a tight hug (my brother would come to the study room about 5 minutes later).
One day while we were studying, the lights suddenly went off — a full blackout. I seized that moment and, in the darkness right in front of my brother, kissed my sir on the cheek. 😂
One day in December, when there was no one else at home except me and my grandmother (who was sleeping on the terrace in the sun), I messaged sir and called him over. And he fucked me like anything that day — so intensely that I was unable to walk properly afterward. We did it two more times after that day. And don’t even ask about the blowjobs — he made me his literal slut. I was giving him quick BJs every time we were alone, like 2-3 times a week. This was all happening in my house, while my mom and other family members were in their bedrooms 😂. I felt like I was all his to play with. I still don’t know how this rapid change happened in my character — from being an ultra-introverted shy girl to becoming someone’s plaything. He had access to all my holes whenever he pleased. Now he has trained me so well that with just one gesture of his hand, I strip myself and make my holes available to him. He is such a sadist, but I enjoy being his slut — or he has trained me like that; I still haven’t figured it out 🫠.
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