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Vasanthan · 12-03-2022, 04:16 AM

Awesome bro

longindian_axe · 12-03-2022, 09:30 AM

great.. waiting to read more..

B1ryani

**Part 8.**

Ananda Bakshi had gotten home to his one-bedroom studio apartment in a slightly upscale part of town. It was an exhausting day, seeing as he was required to be present in the examination hall during his final paper to monitor the students.

As per his unofficial job scope, the dean had given him a list of student names that he was required to pass for their progression. These students of course, were kids from the upper-class community, their parents being influential enough to hold Dean Thomas’s balls in their grip. Bakshi could not care less about them; he was paid enough to not question the Dean’s demands. However, there were certain students that would catch his eye every semester.

One of those students were Purvi. His jaw dropped slightly when she had entered his class for the first time, her beauty had captured his attention right from the start. Throughout the semester, she had continued to excel, being one of his top scorers. Beauty and brains, he thought to himself, a rare combination. Her big bust on that petite body, that sweet smile and flawless dark brown skin made his cock ache.

Bakshi placed his work bag on the table and went over to his computer, switching it on to surf through his favorite porn sites. He needed a release; he had already tried most of the town’s whores and was already bored of them. While waiting for his computer to boot up, he thought of Purvi sitting in the examination hall a few hours ago, her face confident as she wrote pages upon pages answering his essay questions with ease. He was going to miss her next semester. Ah yes, she still owed him an assignment, he thought to himself. He smiled slightly as he sat back on his leather chair and grabbed his phone to send Purvi a text.

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Purvi remained on the floor, her cheek still stinging slightly from the second slap she had received from Viraj. Her eyes not moving from her phone that he held in his hands.

“Shall we give this horny old bastard a tease, little cow?”, Viraj asked her sarcastically, the WhatsApp chat screen between her and Prof. Bakshi still remained open on her phone screen. “Consider this your second task.”

“Please...Vir...master...”, Purvi’s face was filled with fear as she watched him type into her phone. She could hear Ganesh giggling from the dining table.

“The fucker probably want’s some fresh cow milk, yaar.” , he laughed out loud.

Purvi : Hi sir. *Smiley face*
Bakshi Sir is typing...

“Look at him reply at once.”, Viraj commented, smiling at the screen.

Bakshi Sir : Any difficulty with the paper today, Purvi?
Purvi : No sir. But I will be sad to leave your class sir. *Sad face*
Bakshi Sir is typing...

Purvi was starting to tear up again. What was Viraj going to do. She could not afford to fail any classes, her family’s situation depended highly on her. Viraj and Ravi were chuckling waiting for Prof. Bakshi’s reply.

Bakshi Sir : I am sad too, Purvi. You are one of my brightest students. I will be sad to see you go.

Ravi read the message out loud in a mocking tone for everyone to hear before the three boys burst out laughing again.

“I know. I know. Ask him which part of her will he be the saddest to see going.”, Ganesh said in between deep breaths from laughing too hard.

“Good idea. Hold on.”, Viraj said as he typed out the message. Purvi was aghast, her body was trembling. Prof. Bakshi had always treated her with respect and she had always thought of him as a father figure in college. She had constantly gone to him for one-to-one consultations throughout the semester, sharing her personal family related stories and her dreams for the future. He was always supportive and made her want to strive harder to better herself.

Purvi : Which part of me would you miss the most, sir? *Smirk face*

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Bakshi laid back on his chair, enjoying his little chat with Purvi.

He looked at her reply. “Which part would I miss the most?”, he whispered out loud, slightly confused. Is she flirting with me? It can’t be. Unfortunately for him, Purvi was not that type of girl. There was always an aura of sweet innocence around her.

Bakshi looked back down at his phone screen. As much as he lusted after her body, his reputation was at stake. Perhaps he should clarify.

Bakshi : What do you mean, Purvi?
Purvi (Class 4A) is typing...

While waiting for her reply, Bakshi logged into his profile, immediately clicking into his hidden folder containing his favorite videos to jerk off to.

He felt his phone vibrate in his hand as Purvi’s reply came in.

Purvi (Class 4A) : My face, sir? Or maybe something else... ? *Smiley face*

She was flirting with him. Bakshi took a moment, thinking his answer through. Purvi’s style of replying messages now were very different from their usual casual chats, and the biggest red flag being she had never used emoticons in their chat. He was a smart man, knowing better than to entrap himself.

Perhaps Purvi’s phone was stolen by another student and they wanted to catch him in the act and expose him. Student/Teacher relations were highly frowned upon in college, although he knew a few of his colleagues were fucking some of their students. Bakshi was not willing to take that risk, for now.

As much as Bakshi wanted to reply “Those tits”, he decided to keep the chat professional. Also, just in case it wasn't Purvi on the other end of the line.

Bakshi : Your amazing mind, Purvi. You are a very bright student with a great future ahead of you. I will miss that.

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**End of Part 8.**

drlund · 14-03-2022, 08:45 AM

Awesome story...

B1ryani

**Part 9.**

“Oh my god, yaar.”, Ganesh said out loud, disappointed with Prof. Bakshi’s reply. “This old fuck is boring.”

“No. He’s smart.”, Ravi shot back. “He’s playing it safe. He probably suspects something is off.”. He took the phone from Viraj, scrolling upwards. “It doesn’t sound like her usual replies.”

“I know. Make her send a selfie, Viraj.”, Ganesh’s face lit up. Viraj nodded in acknowledgement. He was hoping Bakshi would initiate further, but it looks like they would have to. A selfie was a good idea, that would affirm that Purvi was the one on this end replying his messages. Maybe he would make this dumb village whore take it to the next level and humiliate her in front of her favorite teacher. She had no choice but to listen to him at this point, he held all the cards.

“Come here.”, He took the phone off Ravi’s hand and handed it to her. Purvi’s eyes went wide in horror as she read through the chat.

“Please... don’t do this...”, she sniffled, forcing her voice.” ...master.”

“Take a selfie. Send it to him.”, Viraj said, his voice cold.

That’s all? Purvi quickly adjusted her front camera, clicking a picture.

“No. You stupid cow.”, Viraj raised his voice. “Take a proper selfie. Look... flirtatious. Pucker your lips. You know, like those sluts on Instagram.”. Both Ravi and Ganesh laughed.

“Doggie knows what to do. Her Instagram is full of slutty pictures, isn’t it.”, Ganesh voiced out as he held Nila’s hand. Her face twisted into anger and hatred when she felt his skin touch hers. “Go on. Be a good dog and help her.”, Ganesh pushed her body towards Purvi.

Nila slowly walked towards Purvi, taking the phone off her hands.

“Why are you not stopping them, Nila?.”, Purvi whispered to her frantically, “You said you would be here to stop it from getting out of hand.”. She could feel herself starting to tear up again. Viraj smiled while looking at the helpless Purvi.

Nila remained quiet as she knelt down, aiming the camera at Purvi’s beautiful face. With her free hand, she adjusted Purvi’s hair, making it cover half her face and wiped the tears off her cheeks.

“Smile a little. Stick your lips out.”, Nila’s voice was low and robotic, her face expressionless.

Purvi slowly followed her instructions as she heard the camera click.

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It was already 11.25 PM.

Bakshi had left his phone on the table beside him, assuming his boring reply was enough to stop whoever that was WhatsApp-ing him from Purvi’s number to stop. The soft sound of his mouse clicking could be heard in the room as he scrolled through his saved collection of porn. He was bored of these videos already, his cock remained flaccid inside his pants, barely awake enough for him to wank one off before calling it a night.

Bakshi's phone vibrated as it received a new WhatApp notification. He picked it up, looking at the message from his lock screen.

Purvi (Class 4A) sent an image.

“Hmm. A photo? This should be interesting”, he whispered under his breath as he unlocked the phone and pressed the message notification.

Purvi had sent him a selfie. A very sexy one at that. Her hair was covering half the right side of her face. The eyes were hazy as she puckered her lips, looking like she was about to plant a kiss on him. The image looked like it was just taken as he could make out the collar of a basic T-Shirt. She was probably going to sleep soon and decided to have some innocent fun with him. He felt his cock twitch inside his pants. So, it is her messaging him.

Alright then. He had nothing better to do now anyway.

A message followed the photo.

Purvi (Class 4A) : Just my mind, sir? *wink face*
Purvi (Class 4A) : Nothing else?

Bakshi smiled slightly. He wondered how far would he be able to take this. He thought of his next words very carefully. It could still be someone else, the selfie could have been taken days ago. He was still a little apprehensive.

Bakshi : You look amazing, Purvi. You are indeed a very beautiful girl. Shouldn’t you be chatting with a boy your age instead of an old man like me?
Purvi (Class 4A) is typing...

Bakshi held his breath waiting for her reply. He enlarged the selfie, taking in the details of her beautiful face.

Purvi (Class 4A) : No sir. I don’t like any of the boys in college.
Purvi (Class 4A) : I just want to thank you
Purvi (Class 4A) : Personally *Smiley face*
Bakshi : You are most welcome, Purvi. Continue to work hard, and all your dreams will come through.
Purvi (Class 4A) is typing...

Bakshi wanted to kick himself in the head. What a fucking stupid reply. He had two Master degrees to his name and that was the best he could come up with? Why did it sound like he was trying hard to end the conversation when she was willingly flirting hard.

Purvi (Class 4A) : You did not answer me, sir. *Sad face*
Purvi (Class 4A) : What else are you going to miss about me?

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All three boys were howling in laughter as Viraj read the chat out loud to the room. “The horny old fuck must be so confused right now.”, he said, trying his best to hold in the laughter.

“Take it further, Viraj.”, Ravi said, his expression suddenly changed. “We could use this in the future, you get what I mean?”, he said, in a serious tone as Viraj nodded in agreement.

Purvi was shaking slightly, afraid of what else these bastards had in mind for her to do. What would Prof. Bakshi think of her now? How could she bring herself to look him in the face in college. Nila sat beside Purvi, holding her hand tightly. “Don’t retaliate.”, she whispered as softly as possible. “Please... listen to me, Purvi.”

Viraj smiled at the two girls on the floor. “Send him another photo!”, he handed the phone back to Nila. “This time, an upper body shot. The old fucker would like that.”

Nila aimed Purvi’s phone towards her, angling it to take a picture of her body from the waist up.

“Come on, little cow. Push your udders together. Make it sexy!”, Ganesh called out, puckering his fat lips in a kissing motion. “Make the fucker cream his pants.”

Purvi kept her head down, trying to use her hair to cover as much of her face as possible as she stuck her chest out, moving her arms closer to her body so that her heavy breasts were pushing tightly against her T-Shirt.

“Give the camera a kiss.”, Viraj smiled, watching her movements as Nila snapped a few photos and handed the phone back to him.

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**End of Part 9.**

longindian_axe · 14-03-2022, 08:12 PM

humm.. buildup is good.. waiting for more..

tweeny_fory · 14-03-2022, 11:46 PM

oh bhakshi gonna have his lifetime enjoyment from purvi.....loved it bro...

Johnnn63 · 15-03-2022, 05:54 AM

Wow...
Nice breaking....

dark5670 · 16-03-2022, 12:42 AM

Nice touch. Prof. Anand Bakshi resembles the character of Ravi in the story Breaking Sushma. Love the articulation and attention to details.

B1ryani

**Part 10.**

Bakshi was looking at his phone with his forehead frowned as multiple answers ran through his mind when he received another notification.

Purvi (Class 4A) sent an image.

He held his breath until the photo loaded and finally popped out on screen.

Purvi was staring straight at the camera, her lips puckered out into a kiss. Her arms were pushed tightly against her sides, making those big tits stick out against her shirt at him. Bakshi let out a little gasp. This little slut, he thought to himself as his lips curled into a little smile.

Purvi (Class 4A) is typing...

Bakshi waited until the message came through.

Purvi (Class 4A) : Now, what do you think, sir? *Cheeky face*
Purvi (Class 4A) : Would you miss these as well, sir?

Bakshi was slightly stunned by her reply, is she talking about her tits? Was she this daring? Purvi did not seem the type, but you can never know. Sometimes, its these small village types turn wild when they come to the city. Peer pressure and culture shock gets even to the best of them.

He slowly typed out, choosing his words wisely. The brain in his cock was telling him to push further and see where this conversation would take him, but the brain in his head was triggering multiple warnings. Was this random village slut worth risking his entire career over? What if these chats went viral? It would mean the end of him, a pariah in the education community. News travels fast nowadays.

But those tits on her, Bakshi licked his lips. He can’t stop her from showing him more, can he? He wasn’t the one who asked for any photos, he just asked her how was her final paper. Perhaps, if he played his cards right. .

Bakshi : What do you mean by ‘these’, Purvi?

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Viraj looked at Purvi’s face, taking in the horror and resentment from her face. He was going to strip away her dignity, literally, piece by piece. He laughed out loud, “Hahahaha, the old fucker definitely wants more, Purvi.”. He stared at her; his eyes gleaming as he looked at her chest. “Take your shirt off. Let's give him a show.”

Purvi’s face changed, her expression of anger turned to shock, “No..No... no way.”, she kept her hands up, “I will not...”.

Ganesh stood up, rushing towards her and grabbing her by the wrists.” Come on, little cow.”, he laughed as he held her down. “Pull her top off Doggie. Hurry up!”.

“NoooOoo... get the fuck off me, you bastard!”, Purvi shouted at him, her eyes watering as she struggled and twisted her body on the floor. Ravi got off his chair, smiling widely as he held her legs down. “Please... please... please... Viraj... master... please... don’t...”, Purvi begged, looking at Viraj.

Nila knelt down beside Purvi’s waist, avoiding her eyes as she grabbed the bottom of her T-shirt,” Purvi...I’m so sorry.”. In one swift motion, Nila pulled Purvi’s top up to her shoulders.

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Purvi (Class 4A) sent an image.

Bakshi was waiting with anticipation, his hands shaking slightly with excitement as he opened the app to let the photo come through.

“Oh fuck.”, he whispered softly to himself.

Purvi had sent him a close-up photo of her chest. Her tits squeezed against each other held in by a low-cut white training bra. The edges of her dark areolas could be seen peeking out from the exposed middle as the bra struggled to hold her breasts in. He could make out the two obvious little bumps poking through the training bra where her nipples were.

Purvi (Class 4A) : These sir. *wink face*

Blood rushed down to Bakshi's cock. His willpower fading fast. He should put an end to this, it was too risky, he thought. But deep down, he also wanted to see more. He has never felt so alive, a girl three times younger than him sending him lewd pictures. It felt like a dream. He was regretfully going to deny this little slut one last time, he thought hard about his career and reputation.

Bakshi : Purvi
Bakshi : I don’t think it is appropriate to send your teacher these kinds of pictures. I think of you as a daughter.
Purvi (Class 4A) : Are you sure, sir? *sad face*
Purvi (Class 4A) : I just wanted to personally thank you, sir. For everything you have done.
Purvi (Class 4A) : This is a thank you gift to you, sir.
Purvi (Class 4A) : Please, sir. Would you like to unwrap your gift? *happy face**wink face*

Bakshi could feel beads of sweat form on the top of his head as his cock struggled to break free from his pants. This girl could ruin him, but fuck it. He wanted more. Bakshi’s hands were shaking as he replied Purvi’s message.

Bakshi : Yes.

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Purvi laid on the floor, her hands held down by Ganesh, her legs by Ravi as Viraj stood over her holding her phone. She had stopped struggling, tears were slowly starting to roll down her cheeks. Nila could not bear to face her, avoiding her gaze by every means necessary.

Her top was pulled up to her shoulder, with all three boys staring at her chest area. The cheap training bra she had on was too small for her, threatening to break loose at any time. She had stopped moving in fear of that happening.

“Take it off, yaar.”, Ganesh could not take his beady eyes off her breasts.

“Fuck you!”, Purvi screamed at Ganesh as he laughed, gripping her wrists tighter.

“Shut up, cow!”, Viraj shouted back, staring at her. “Remember your place here. You are nothing but a cheap village whore ...”

“Viraj.”, Ravi said, “Maybe we can do a little road trip and pay her sister a visit instead?”, smirking at her.

Viraj laughed as he bent down, placing her phone screen close to Purvi’s face. “Guess who wants to see more, little cow?”, he said, using his right hand to roughly tap her cheek. “Shall we free these udders?”.

Both Ganesh and Ravi cheered loudly as Purvi’s started to twist and turn her body violently again, trying to escape them, shouting, “No... no... nooo...”

“Take her bra off, Doggie.”

**End of Part 10.**

Johnnn63 · 16-03-2022, 10:41 AM

Wow...very interesting turn....

B1ryani

**Part 11.**

Nila’s hands were shaking as she watched Purvi struggle to escape these bastards. She hated herself for doing this to her house mate. It was unfair to these girls, who came here looking to better their future, to be put through these torture and humiliation. What else could she do? Nila thought of her own family and the hardships they went through to put her through college. It would break their hearts to know what she had had to endure.

Society did not give a fuck about people like her. The only way to fight back was to get educated. Nila had dreams. She wanted to gain a scholarship and pursue law. Her goal was to one day go back to her little village and fight for her people’s rights. Basic human necessities were denied. Lands were wrongfully taken out of their very noses. She has had enough. If this was what she had to do to achieve her goals, so be it.

Purvi’s heart broke when she saw Prof. Bakshi’s reply. Viraj has scrolled up, showing her the messages and photos that he had sent to him using her name. It felt like a stab in the heart when the man she had once considered to be a father figure lust after her body. Typical men. They are all the same, she cursed.

“Hurry up Doggie! Or it will be your photos we spread.”, Ganesh growled at her, struggling to hold Purvi down as she tried her best to wiggle free. He had pulled her shirt over her head up to her elbows, locking her arms together.

“Let me go, fucking bastards!”, she screamed, praying a neighbor would hear and come to her rescue.

“Noo!!”, Purvi’s closed her eyes tightly as she felt her training bra snap from the back. Nila quickly grabbed it off her body and threw it under the couch, leaving her upper body bare for all to see. “No... please ...no...”, Purvi begged as tears started to heavily flow out of her eyes.

PHAPPPP!!! Viraj slapped her hard across the face. PHAPPPPP!!!! Another on the other side. The pain rushed up to her brain like bullet as she gasped loudly in-between sobs. Nila fell back, pushing herself backwards up against a wall away from the scene.

“Enough!”, Viraj shouted at her as Purvi’s tried to hush herself from crying loudly, afraid of getting slapped again. She looked up at him, her eyes wide open in fear. Ganesh grabbed her arms, pulling her upwards to a standing position as Ravi let her legs go and went back to his seat. Viraj continued to stand, holding her phone, smiling slightly at the sight before him.

Ravi whistled softly, not taking his eyes off Purvi as Ganesh continued to hold on to her hands above her head. Purvi was breathing hard as she kept her eyes shut and face to the ground. Nila remained on the floor, watching.

“Stop shouting and screaming, little cow, and Gunda will let your hands go”, Viraj spoke softly, emphasizing every word, “Or you can continue to misbehave, and I will slap you until your teeth fall out. Do you understand me?”

Purvi nodded. She slowly opened her eyes as Ganesh pulled her top off and let her hands go. Purvi immediately covered her exposed breasts, looking down, humiliated and ashamed.

“Move your hands away, Purvi.”, Ravi sneered from his chair, “Come on. Let us have a look.”

Purvi could feel her body shiver from the cold as she slowly moved her hands down to her sides, standing bare chested in the hall for everyone to see. Her heavy breasts hanging off her chest, her dark nipples standing hard at attention towards Viraj.

“Wahhh... look at the size of those tits.”, Ganesh whispered softly, “I think these are the biggest we have seen so far, yaar!”

Purvi kept her head down, avoiding Viraj’s smile. He held the phone in one hand, placing his right palm under her left breast, feeling the weight of the meat. “Wow. How big are your udders, little cow?”, he cooed mockingly.

“Thir....Thirty-Six... Double D... “, Purvi had stopped her sobbing, sniffling slightly. She was feeling afraid and angry. Purvi felt his thumb touch the tip of her hard nipple, gently rubbing the hard nub.

“We can have some fun with these.”, Viraj said softly, his finger gently tracing the outline of her large dark areolas, feeling every bump and wrinkle. “Do you like having your nipples touched by me?”, he smiled.

“No.”, Purvi shot back, her annoyance getting the best of her.

Viraj gripped her nipple with his thumb and forefinger, pulling it roughly until he heard her cry out in pain. “What did you say, village whore?”, his voice threatening.

“Ye...yes... I do. Fuck. It hurts... please...”, Purvi begged, her hands grabbing his wrists, trying to push him away. Viraj kept her nipple pinched tightly between his fingers, twisting it hard. “Ahhh.. please... Master... please “, she cried out.

“The old fucker Bakshi is waiting for her reply, yaar.”, Ganesh chuckled from where he stood, snapping Viraj back to attention.

“Ah yes. I’ve forgotten about that bastard. Let’s play with him a little while more and move on”, he sneered at Purvi as he let go of her nipple. He was not done, he wanted to humiliate this bitch even more. There was still fight left in her and he wanted to savor every moment of it. He needed to break her spirit. “Take off your pants, little cow.”, he smiled.

“Please... this is enough... I’m begging you...”, Purvi was struggling to maintain her composure. Her left nipple was stinging in pain. Nila continued to watch from the floor, in spite of everything that was taking place, she could not take her eyes off Purvi’s beautiful breasts.

“I won’t repeat myself.”, Viraj whispered to her.

Holding in her breath, Purvi grabbed the sides of her pants, pushing it down to her legs.

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10 minutes had passed since he had replied Purvi’s last message. Bakshi was still seated in his chair, pondering if he had made the right decision. He was a man, subjected to the typical male weakness of a beautiful young female body. Perhaps she was just teasing him, wanting to have a little bit of fun at the end of the semester. Bakshi was slowly rubbing his cock through his pants, “Ahh.. That little slut, what I would give to stick it in her tight ass.”, he whispered to himself.

The phone suddenly vibrated on the table as he scrambled to pick it up, hoping it was Purvi.

Purvi (Class 4A) sent an image.

Bakshi quickly unlocked his phone, waiting for the image to load. “Fuck.”, Bakshi could not take his eyes off the screen. It was a half body shot of Purvi with both her hands holding up her breasts towards the camera. Two large dark areolas with thick pointy nipples greeted him. Her face was covered slightly by her hair, but he knew it was obviously her.

Bakshi was stunned, he was expecting another tease, not a nude. He quickly downloaded all the photos and saved them in a different folder in his phone, afraid that Purvi might delete the chat.

Purvi (Class 4A) is typing…

Bakshi waited anxiously for her message. He could not stop looking at her photo. He wanted to grab her big tits and chew down on those sweet chocolate tips.

Purvi (Class 4A) : Do you like your gift, sir? *smiley face*

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**End of Part 11.**

Givemeextra · 16-03-2022, 04:49 PM

Bakshi is going to learn two real life lessons:
Always chat in person...Never through these devices.
Use these devices only to get non-person-interaction pleasures

devil2

Johnnn63 · 16-03-2022, 08:11 PM

Very kice...

tweeny_fory · 17-03-2022, 12:56 AM

wow.. ore kallula rendu maanga..
breaking purvi and bringing bakshi into line later

well done.. it was drastic change from chat to nude pics... was thinking of slow n reluctance showing of purvi

drlund · 18-03-2022, 10:01 AM

Fantastic updates...

Dorabooji · 19-03-2022, 07:49 AM

Nice one

longindian_axe · 19-03-2022, 09:19 AM

pls post next parts..

B1ryani

**Part 12.**

Purvi stood in the middle of the small hall in her panties, holding her breasts out towards Viraj like an offering. She tried her best to cover as much of her face as she could with her hair, not wanting him to see the tears beginning to swell up in her eyes again. She had never exposed herself to anybody, let alone having a scandalous picture with her face taken.

“Beautiful.”, Viraj said softly, looking at her phone, “Bakshi must be rubbing his old cock now, looking at you. He probably thinks of you as a cheap whore now.”, he sneered.

The words hurt her even more than she thought it would. She was feeling humiliated and exposed, her nipples had become rock hard from the cold room. Ganesh and Ravi were smiling widely, enjoying her nudity. Even worse, she was wearing an old cheap thin white panty, the outline of her juicy pussy lips was clear to everyone in the room. She dared not move, afraid that Viraj would slap her again. She let her heavy breasts go, placing her right palm between her legs to try and cover whatever dignity she had left. .

“Did the old fucker reply, yaar?”, Ganesh asked loudly, his voice booming, making Purvi jump a little.

“He probably got a heart attack.”, Ravi replied, making Ganesh laugh out loud. “Are we going to send him any more pictures, Viraj?”

“Maybe.”, Viraj clicked the phone off, focusing his attention back to Purvi. “What shall we do with you until then?”, he smiled, looking at her hand on her panties, "Are you getting wet, little cow?”

“No. I am not!”, she burst out again., struggling to contain her anger at him.

“Maybe we can help with that?”, he snickered at her, watching her face change. “Gunda, have you ever milked a cow?”. Ganesh and Ravi burst out laughing.

“Nonono... No.. Please... not him...”, Purvi’s eyes opened wide hearing Viraj call Ganesh. Purvi had a bad feeling about Ganesh. She despised him; from the moment he had given Nila dog food to him holding her down as they removed her top.

“No,yaar. Never.”, Ganesh chuckled as he got up from the dining room chair, slowly walking towards her. “But I have been wanting to learn since I saw this cow.”. Ganesh stood behind her, digging his big stomach into her back. He slowly placed his hands around her waist, grabbing her breasts from the bottom. “Wooaaa....”, he let out loud sigh, squeezing it hard.

“Oowww... stop it!”, Purvi shouted loudly, feeling his fat hands press down on her tit meat roughly. Ganesh was very rough, kneading and slapping her breasts, making it dance at Viraj while Ravi laughed. “It hurts... please....”, she cried out.

“Will milk squirt out of these, little cow?”, Ganesh sneered, breathing hard into her neck as his fingers found both her hard nipples, twisting and pulling them, ignoring her pleas.

“AHH.Fuckk... don’t...ahh...”, Purvi was crying now, tears running down her face as her body was locked in embrace by Ganesh, her arms pinned to her sides. He continued to pull on her thick nipples, trying to milk her. “Pleaseeee... it hurtss....”, Purvi was sobbing now, feeling trapped and defeated. He continued on, tormenting her.

“Shall we pierce these, little cow?”, he whispered into her ear,” Put little bells on them so everyone can hear you coming?”, his thumb and forefinger pinching each thick dark nub as she cried out.

“Stop Gunda.”, Viraj put his right hand up, making Ganesh stop immediately. Purvi was trying her best to wiggle her way out of Ganesh fat arms. She wanted to run out of the flat and get help. Both her nipples were burning from his roughhousing, the dark tips sore and throbbing. “The fucker replied.”

“Give me the phone, man.”, Ravi laughed as he reached out, taking the phone from the giggling Viraj and started to read it out loud in a mocking tone again.

Bakshi Sir : Yes. I love your gift, Purvi.
Bakshi Sir : Thank you.

Nila remained in her corner, watching Ganesh abuse Purvi’s nipples as the three of them laughed again at Prof. Bakshi’s reply. She was angry at them, more so, at herself for allowing these bastards to exploit Purvi. She was feeling an immense amount of guilt and regret as she watched Ravi type out a reply.

Purvi : What did you like about it the most, sir? *smiley face*
Bakshi Sir is typing…

“..that you just made me cum in my old man pants, Purvi baby.”, Ravi said out loud making both Viraj and Ganesh howl with laughter.

Bakshi Sir : You have amazing breasts, Purvi.
Bakshi Sir : Beautiful nipples. I want to bite them.
Purvi : Are you hard, sir? *winking face*
Bakshi Sir : Very hard. I want you to suck my cock, Purvi.

Ravi could not hold it in anymore, bursting out laughing at Prof. Bakshi’s reply as he passed the phone back to Viraj.

“Wow“, he turned the screen towards Purvi, letting her read the messages, her loud sobbing turned into whimpering as her lips trembled in sadness and anger. “Your favorite teacher wants you to suck his cock. Would you?”, Viraj sneered at her, waiting for her reply. “Do you want some old cock, little cow?”

Purvi turned her head, avoiding his eyes. Her arms were still pinned to her sides by Ganesh. “It’s probably his first erection in years, yaar.”, Ganesh chuckled from behind her.

“I’m done playing with this old bastard. “, Viraj smiled. "This message is enough to ruin him.”

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Bakshi was getting excited now. He was spread out on his chair, his pants pulled down to his knees as he slowly stroked his cock. He hasn’t been this hard in a long time now. He was holding his phone with his left hand, staring at Purvi’s delicious nipples, waiting for her reply.

Purvi (Class 4A) is typing...

“I’m going to fuck this little slut.”, Bakshi whispered softly to himself, making sure not to increase the pace of his strokes. He did not want to cum too quickly.

Purvi (Class 4A) : Would you like to unwrap anything else sir? *winking face*

Bakshi thought of her ass. That sweet ass he loved watching as she walked in and out of his office. The ass he desperately wanted to stick his cock into. There was no holding back now, he was going to be as direct as he could.

Bakshi : Show me your ass, Purvi.
Purvi (Class 4A) : My ass sir? *smiley face*
Purvi (Class 4A) : What about my ass, sir? What do you want to see? *winking face*

Bakshi’s hands were shaking with excitement as he tried to type out with one hand, the other edging himself, struggling to hold his cock from erupting.

Bakshi : Spread it.
Bakshi : Show me your asshole, you little slut..

Bakshi closed his eyes,”ahhh..fuck...”, he could feel the pressure building up from his balls. Will she really send him another nude? Was he pushing his luck? Fuck it. He has a picture of her tits, he owned her now. He felt the phone suddenly vibrate in his hand.

Purvi (Class 4A) sent an image.

Bakshi was shivering in excitement. She actually sent it to him. He smiled widely as he unlocked his phone, waiting for the image to load.

“What the fuck!!”, Bakshi shouted out, his expression turned to horror and shock as he looked at the image of three boys smiling and laughing back at him, the fat one looked very familiar.

Purvi (Class 4A) : The only asshole here is you, sir. *kissing face* *heart*
You have been blocked from sending messages to this number.

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**End of Part 12.**

Givemeextra

(21-03-2022, 03:15 PM)B1ryani Wrote: . . . . . . . .

“What the fuck!!”, Bakshi shouted out, his expression turned to horror and shock as he looked at the image of three boys smiling and laughing back at him, the fat one looked very familiar.

Now that's a royal fuck up by Bakshi. His life is ruined now for sure. At the mercy of his students forever and forever - each passing out student will share the mms chat with their juniors who will in turn blackmail him for questions etc.

Bakshi would be thinking that he could not even see her properly let alone touch her.

One can say:
Bakshi - out for a big Duck, misjudged the Spin entirely.....

Namaskar

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