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Title : Can you fuck my wife – final

After knowing this, I kissed her on the lips, on the neck, and on the ear. She stopped kissing my lips and moved towards him. He was a bit smelly, like a fisherman. My wife kissed his lips and gave him a deep lip kiss. She rubbed his penis through his lungi, and it started growing. He became fully in the mood. He removed his lungi, and his cock was fully erect, nearly 8 inches very thickness . It was a thick rod that looked like a porn movie Negro black cock with hair.

My wife's jaw dropped by seeing his penis, and she started to give kisses to his penis. She looked at me and asked, "Can I give him a blowjob?"

I said, "Go ahead."

Initially, she licked with her tongue and started to play around his penis using her tongue. Slowly, from bottom to top, she licked with the stick of her tongue. He could not control himself and started to moan. She repeated the same thing.

After some time, she took his cock inside her mouth and started to give a blowjob. His cock went still in my wife's throat, and she started to give the blowjob. After giving the blowjob for some time, my wife again went down from his spot, went up, and kissed him with the same mouth.

The top was lowered and the pad was removed. He saw my wife's two boobs. They were very round. There was a brown nipple in the middle. He put it in his mouth and started sucking. Due to the boat floating, we were unable to hold because of weight balance, so he took us to a spot full of rocks. We got down from the boat. When he walked down the rock, there was a flat surface. He took a cover and threw it down. My wife made him sit on the cover.

He removed my wife's bodycon dress and panty. Now she was naked, and he looked at my wife's pink-colored pussy and started to lick the pussy with his tongue. My wife was unable to control her moan. She started to moan, "Ah, ah, ah, deeper, deeper, lick me deeper." At one stage, he used his finger in my wife's pussy and licked. He did both at the same time. My wife was unable to control herself, and she reached the orgasm and released it. He licked everything, and he placed the tip of his penis in front of my wife's vagina.

I stopped him and asked him to wear a condom, but my wife said, "I want to feel the meat raw."
So he laid down and started doing it in the missionary position and placed his penis. She pushed it, and half of his cock entered my wife's vagina. She was unable to control the pain, and she started to cry because his cock was bigger than mine.
At one stage, he suddenly pushed his full cock inside my wife's pussy. He let her moan, and my wife started to moan, "Deeper, deeper."

He started to fuck my wife. His cock went inside my wife's vagina. This black cock contrasted with my wife's pink pussy, which looked beautiful. He started to fuck with speed. He took speed, and my wife started to moan, "Fuck me harder, fuck me harder. Ah... shh... deeper."

He said, "Bitch, I will fuck you like hell."

She replied, "Fuck hard. I am all yours. Good husband... watch him... how deep and how hard he is fucking me. I am in heaven. Fuck... fuck me, you bitch."

He changed his position. While changing, I gave him a condom, and he wore that condom on his penis. My wife moved to a cowgirl position. She sat on his penis, and his cock entered her vagina. I also joined the party. I fucked her in her asshole, which I usually do at home.

We started doing double penetration. He fucked her in the pussy. I fucked her in the ass. She was in heaven. She started to moan loudly. She was now fucking like a bitch. "Fuck me both, whole. Fuck me. Fuck me harder, you both. Fuck me. Fuck me hard," she moaned heavily.

He changed the position. He tried to enter in the asshole, but it was too tight, more than her pussy. He applied some lubricant with oil. He kept it, and he entered. She started crying initially, then she started enjoying. He was in doggy position and finally he removed his condom. She gave him a blowjob and he released his sperm all over her face, boobs, and other places. He was exhausted. We all three were exhausted.

We took some rest, and then again we started in the boat, and we reached the land. He gave a hard 'goodbye.' She also gave a final 'goodbye' kiss on his lips, and she held his cock for some time. Then we started heading to another place. We were speaking about this incident while we reached home, and we fucked wildly at home.

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Title : Can you Bang my girl friend - 1

A reader messaged me; we spoke very well for a long time—up to a month. He is from Rajahmundry, Andhra Pradesh, but his girlfriend is from Kakinada. He and I tried very hard to convince her, and eventually, she slowly agreed to a threesome.
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I really didn't know that my girlfriend was a slut. It started with immense sexting, and then I got to know about her sexual desires. It was exactly the same as what I had always wanted. I wanted to date a slut who craves to get fucked and loved by me, but also who craves to be a slut and fucked by random guys. She was totally into it.

By the way, her name is Nalini reddy Mittal, and she is so hot. She is from Nellore, India, and her height is 5'8". She has huge boobs and a sexy, bubbly ass. Her figure is 34-27-36 ( perfect shape ) . She looks like a slut whose job is to please dicks. When I saw her, it was uncontrollable not to fuck her.

So, I got so much aroused by imagining random dicks around my gf. We used to do so many kinky things. We used to fuck her on Chaturbate, showing her naked on random sex video calls, sharing her naked pictures with random guys, which she loved. Whenever I was outside, she used to send her slutty snaps and ask me to open them in public. She didn't even care if my friends were nearby.

My lover wanted my friends to know that I was dating a horny slut. There was even a time when my friend saw her naked snap when she dared me to open it when I was outside with my friend. I told her, and she loved it. Next time, she made me to show her naked to him. He was mesmerized by seeing her big, juicy boobs and sexy ass. Nalini reddy loved it when she listened to this.

She had totally become a slut. She used to get fucked in front of me on video calls, every time with new guys. I loved it. Things went very far and she wanted to get gangbanged. So, when I came back to India again, my girlfriend wanted to do it. Moreover, she wanted to cuck me. So, she arranged for three men.

The night came, and she was really looking like a whore, wearing sexy black lingerie. The men came, and she opened the door like that. Nalini reddy was so excited, and I was watching. She offered them drinks. She started teasing them while they all were sitting on the couch. They all got naked and started tapping their dicks on Nalini reddy's face while her tongue was out. My girlfriend was looking like a whore when she also took her big, juicy boobs out of her bra and started shaking them. Their cocks were so big, 8" long, whereas my cock is just 2". She loved my cock, but she was never satisfied. It was so confusing whether she was enjoying sucking those cocks or teasing me.

My GF was sucking one cock while giving handjobs to the other two cocks. All the men were loving it. I wished if I joined them and she started sucking my cock too. So, I took my pants out, with my T-shirt on, and went near her. She immediately said, "Fuck, just go away, sit on the couch, I'm not going to suck that pathetic small clit" in frustration, seeing me standing there. I was humiliated, but also got excited enough that my cock got immediately hard, yeah, 2" hard. All of the men gave a side smile to me, seeing me like that.

Nalini reddy was sucking Vivek's cock while giving handjobs to Raj and Mahesh. Vivek pulled her, grabbing her hair, she jumped on him while he took her in his arms. She was in his arms like a baby, with legs wrapped around his waist and hands around his neck, while Vivek was holding her ass. She was looking so hot in her sexy black thongs. Her bubbly ass was poking out while her boobs were stuck to Vivek's chest. Both of them started playing with each other's tongues without touching their lips.

Mahesh came behind Nalini reddy's back and stuck his chest to her. He was licking and biting her neck. He pulled her thongs to the side of her ass and pointed his dick to her pussy. He asked if he was going to fuck her. Nalini reddy immediately stopped playing with Vivek's tongue and said, "Then what the fuck are you here for?" Mahesh shoved his dick inside her, and it went smoothly. Nalini reddy has taken so many dicks that her pussy was so loose all the time.

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  Title : Can you Bang my girl friend - final 

Mahesh started fucking her badly, while Raj also tried to insert his dick in her pussy but was unable to do so since he was holding her. Nalini reddy shouted at me, "Stop rubbing your clitty, come here and insert Raj's dick in my pussy." I went there, sat on my knees, held his dick, and pointed it at Nalini reddy's pussy, while her pussy was already filled with a dick. Raj pushed his cock inside while I was holding his big dick. It was tight, but it went inside. Then I realized that size really matters. I always used to pick Nalini reddy up in my arms, but never able to fuck her like that due to my small dick.

Nalini reddy ordered me to sit there and help them insert the dick back again if it comes out. Raj was also standing next to me, touching Nalini reddy's body, while sucking her boobs. His cock was patting on my face. It was so hard and thick. For a moment, I envied so much, and I wished if I had that dick too. Raj asked if he wanted to fuck her too, but both of them didn't say anything and kept on fucking the slut.

So, Nalini reddy asked me to give a handjob to Raj so that he can enjoy. I held his dick and started giving him a handjob. I was holding a dick apart from mine for the first time in my life. I won't lie, but it felt great because I felt how a big dick feels like. That was the reason Nalini reddy was never satisfied with me. I was so scared if Nalini reddy asked me to suck him, but I was happy that she didn't.

Mahesh was so aroused that he came inside her pussy. Raj was also tired, holding her in his arms. So, he sat on the couch, while she was still in his arms, and his cock was still inside her pussy, filled with cum. Raj immediately went and shoved his dick inside her pussy. Mahesh started fingering her asshole to prepare her. All of them seemed very trained. I was on my knees, watching her like that, feeling so humiliated, dominated, and aroused. Mahesh started preparing his dick to fuck her ass, so first, he fucked her mouth so that he can get hard.

He was back hard again. Raj bent down so that Mahesh can come on the couch like a dog. He was literally in a dog pose, while Nalini reddy again ordered me to help him fuck her ass. I held his dick and pointed it at her asshole. He started pushing it inside very badly. Nalini reddy started screaming in pain, but Raj closed her mouth with his lips and started blowing air inside. Their lips weren't touching, but it was so humiliating and making me aroused. I wasn't able to believe that she was taking three dicks at the same time, two in her pussy, one in her ass.

Nalini reddy was so aroused, and she wanted to kiss. She shouted so loudly, "Baby, come here and kiss me." I was so happy, so I immediately ran and started kissing her badly, while she was getting fucked. Nalini reddy asked all of them to fuck her as hard as they can and come inside. All of them were fucking her very hard. Within 5 minutes, they came inside her, while Nalini reddy also squirted. I could see satisfaction on all their faces.

She jumped from Raj's lap and sat on the couch, spreading her legs. Nalini reddy asked me to come and lick her pussy, dripping with cum. I sat between her legs and started licking her pussy. It was so salty due to the cum. I was extremely horny, and my cum leaked automatically. Nalini reddy smiled and said, "You came without even touching your clitty? That's so pathetic, babe." All of us were satisfied and happy. The men went away. Nalini reddy and I hugged each other and lay down on the bed, kissing each other.

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Title : Jahnavi get Job then banged in group sex  – 1

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Blushing, Jahnavi crossed her arms in front of herself self-consciously as she answered, "Yes, of course, Mr. Gupta. I would be happy to follow all the rules and requirements of the company. I'm really very grateful for the job". She felt her skin tingle as the older man's eyes darted down from her gorgeous face to her ample bosom.

It was not that Jahnavi was not used to being looked at by men. At 21 years old now, she was an incredibly stunning young woman. However, she had begun to attract male attention even when she was as young as 15. Standing five feet nine, she was tall for an Indian girl, but the fullness of her figure complimented her height very well. All her girlfriends envied her exceptionally large breasts, her faultlessly smooth complexion, her shapely long legs, and her long silky tresses. Her most attractive feature was her gorgeous face, a rare combination of innocence and naughtiness.

 Her bright large eyes were grey-green and she had dimples on both cheeks. Many of her admirers found her lips her sexiest feature - they were very full and she had a way of pouting suggestively when she talked and laughed, which had led to the boys in her college labelling her mouth 'prime blowjob material' 

When Jahnavi walked on the Hyderabad streets, she was constantly followed by appreciative whistles, catcalls and obscene comments. This scared her at times, but it also excited her. Often, even as she would glare with her beautiful smouldering eyes at some roadside Romeo's comment about what he would like to do to her 'chikni' body, the soft mound between her shapely legs would tingle at the thought of the man actually carrying out his threat. As Mr. Gupta's eyes ran hungrily over her voluptuous body, she felt that familiar buzz between her thighs, even as her face reddened.

Jahnavi had dressed for the job interview in a chiffon sari that clung to every perfect curve on her shapely body. The sleeveless designer blouse could not hide the enormous size or the youthful perkiness of her full breasts. She did not consciously want to exploit her sexiness to secure employment, but she was subconsciously aware that it helped her chances.

The job market in Hyderabad for a girl with a bachelor's degree in psychology was not particularly promising. But Jahnavi had decided to not seek a higher qualification or a more professional degree, because she had long nursed the dream of entering the cutthroat world of modelling. She knew she had the height and the looks to be a successful model. She had even been to a few auditions, which had all begun very positively with lavishly appreciative comments about her beauty and figure. However, she had got cold feet when the casting agents started insisting on seeing her in increasingly revealing dresses. 

The agents and their helpers had kept finding reasons to touch and feel her, and their obvious excitement had made her feel uncomfortably aroused herself. After each of these auditions, she had decided to not return to those agents and instead to look for more 'professional' ones. She was convinced that if she could become a successful model, she would eventually be noticed by some big shot Bollywood producer or director, who would launch her opposite one of the hunky heroes she fantasized about at nights.

Knowing how challenging it can be to break into the modelling world, Jahnavi had intended to focus full time on finding the right agent after completing her graduation. The thought of taking up a non-modelling job had never entered her mind. But her father, with his traditional '. upbringing, had never been comfortable with the idea of his lovely daughter posing in front of the camera in skimpy clothing for strange men to have dirty fantasies about. There had been numerous arguments about this at home, which always ended with Jahnavi stomping off to her room in anger. It was after an exceptionally unpleasant fight at home that Jahnavi decided to move out of her father's house and live on her own while pursuing her modeling ambition.

Jahnavi was astonished to discover how expensive it was to even rent a room in a working womens hostel in Hyderabad. Her father flatly refused to support her financially if she continued in the 'immoral' line of modeling. She had borrowed some money from friends but she realised that it was barely enough to support her for a month or two. That is what had led her to send her CV to dozens of companies in the hope that someone may want to hire fresh psychology graduates.

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Title : Jahnavi get job then banged in group sex – 2

The initial response had been dismal. With the economy on slowdown, she did not even get interview calls from any of the companies. Having burnt her bridges with her father, she became desperate for a job. She even asked all her classmates if they were aware of any openings for someone like her.

When one of the boys from her college, called Naveen, called her to say that there might be something suitable for her, she felt a twinge of hope, even though Naveen had been one of the boys she had hated in college. He had been a complete pervert, openly staring at her breasts and finding all kinds of reasons to brush against her sexy body.

Naveen had had an equally horny bunch of friends in college, and used to hang around with a really rough crowd of men from outside the college also. Jahnavi remembered that Naveen and his friends would often stand at the college gates and pass lewd comments about Jahnavi's sexiness as she entered or exited.

Nonetheless, she was in no position to refuse help from any one, and so eagerly asked Naveen where the job was. Naveen told her that he was aware of a company called 'Second Chance' that collaborated with prison authorities towards rehabilitation of convicts after they completed their sentences. The company sometimes hired psychology graduates to help monitor the psychological rehabilitation of the ex-convicts.

He gave her the address of the company and advised her to send in an application, including her photograph. She was excited to soon receive an emailed response, acknowledging her application. The company's email asked her to send a few more biographical details about herself and, strangely, a few more photos including full-length ones. Jahnavi took just minutes to send in nearly a dozen of her photos, including some she had taken for her modelling portfolio. She got a response from Second Chance the very next day, asking her to come for an interview the following week. That is how she found herself in the firm's office, located in the industrial part of Mumbai, sitting in front of the leering Mr. Gupta, the personnel manager of the company.

It was not much of an interview. The only questions asked by Mr. Gupta were basic in nature, he being more interested in staring at Jahnavi's face and figure, particularly her bulging boobs. Soon he told her that the job was hers if she chose to accept it.

Jahnavi explained that she was still unclear about the nature of her job. Mr. Gupta confirmed what Naveen had already told her - that Second Chance was working with prison authorities to help in rehabilitating ex-convicts. However, he provided more detail by explaining that the company specialised in rehabilitating male ex-convicts who had been jailed for 'sexual' crimes like bang or molestation or even 'eve teasing'.

The company wanted to help in the social rehabilitation of such high-testosterone convicts by offering them stable employment after their release and by helping them acquire a healthier appreciation of female sexuality. Mr. Gupta further explained that Second Chance had entered into contracts with several factories in the area for placing these mostly semi-educated ex-convicts into shop-floor employment.

However, Second Chance remained responsible for monitoring the social and psychological 'rehabilitation' of these ex-convicts. Jahnavi's job would be to help the company understand whether the men still looked upon women as sexual objects to be abused and violated, or whether they had acquired a healthier appreciation of female sexuality. Mr. Gupta said that the job was 'unusual' in nature, and that is why they needed someone who had studied psychology, so that she could better understand and implement the 'special' techniques developed by the companies to evaluate the 'psychological progress' being made by the men.

In order to evaluate the men's progress, explained Mr. Gupta, Jahnavi would be required to visit, every day, two or three of the factories where the ex-convicts rehabilitated by Second Chance were working. She would need to conduct interviews with the men according to standardised questionnaires developed by the company.

She would also be required to carefully note all aspects of the men's behaviour, and give detailed reports about this to Mr. Gupta at the end of each working day. Once a week, she would participate in a 'exposure workshop' that the company conducted for the ex-convicts as well as others, aimed at educating young men about healthy female sexuality.

Jahnavi was surprised by this job description and felt a little apprehensive at the thought of working with sex-convicts, but she was also happy that she was being asked to do something based on her educational background. "At least, I am not being hired just for my looks", she told herself, despite the lecherous Mr. Gupta's obvious appreciation of her womanly charms.

Her excitement increased even further as Mr. Gupta mentioned the salary that she would draw, a figure far beyond her expectations. With this amount, she realised, she would easily be able to rent a barsati in Mumbai and chase her modelling dreams. Mr. Gupta also informed her that before actually beginning work, she would be sent to the company's 'corporate headquarters', which was based in Dubai, for a two-week training workshop.

Jahnavi was absolutely delighted to hear this. She had never been abroad before, and wondered with girlish excitement about how much shopping she would be able to afford in Dubai...

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Title : Jahnavi get job then banged in Group sex - 3

Jahnavi was absolutely delighted to hear this. She had never been abroad before, and wondered with girlish excitement about how much shopping she would be able to afford in Dubai. Mr. Gupta broke into her thoughts to start a long spiel about how particular the company was about its internal rules and regulations, and how it expected all employees to strictly conform to them. Jahnavi realised that this sort of lecture was probably standard for all recruitments, and pretended to patiently listen to Mr. Gupta, nodding obediently at intervals while her mind was daydreaming about her upcoming Dubai trip and a future glamorous life in tinsel town.

"Well, if you're OK with all that, then please go through your employment contract quickly and sign it", said Mr. Gupta. Jahnavi leaned over to take the thick sheaf of papers Mr. Gupta was holding out. In the process, her pallu dropped down and the generous V between her large young globes flashed before Mr. Gupta. Jahnavi again saw his eyes dwell longingly on her deep cleavage, and blushed furiously as she quickly grabbed the contract from Mr. Gupta, pulling her pallu back in place. She remained flustered as she leafed through the 30 odd pages of the contract, which seemed to go into painstaking details about tax deductions on her salary, the penalties on violation of company employment policies, etc. Nervous under Mr. Gupta's eyes, especially after having flashed her cleavage to him, she was finding it difficult to absorb it all. 

She was also conscious that Mr. Gupta was tapping his pen impatiently on the table, as he waited for her to sign the contract. After flipping through the first few pages in near incomprehension, Jahnavi took a deep breath and turned directly to the last page, and appended her signature next to Mr. Gupta's. She then handed the contract back to Mr. Gupta, this time holding her pallu in place with her other hand, and was rewarded with an almost friendly smile. "Good, Jahnavi. You are now part of the Second Chance family", he said.

The very next day, Jahnavi found herself on the flight to Dubai, to the corporate headquarters of the company. The next two weeks were a bit of a blur. There was very little training as such, just a few sessions on psychological evaluations and some case histories of successfully rehabilitated sex-convicts in other countries. Most of her time was spent being introduced to a lot of 'senior executives' of the company, until she lost track of who was who. Almost every evening, she had to attend a 'company party' where she met even more executives and rich-looking men who were introduced only as 'important clients'. Barring some secretarial staff, all the company executives and clients seemed to be middle-aged men, and it was clear to Jahnavi that they all appreciated her stunning looks. She grew to like the attention and the parties. She told herself that she would, in any case, need to get used to a glamorous lifestyle once she achieved her life dream of becoming a model and actress.

After two dizzying weeks in Dubai, Jahnavi headed back to Mumbai and found herself in front of the leering Mr. Gupta again. He asked her about her 'training' and seemed amused at the girlish excitement with which she described her experiences in Dubai. He congratulated her on having completed the training successfully, and asked her whether she was ready to begin work, explaining that she would be on a three month probation. If she quit during this period, or was dismissed, she would need to return not only the salary she would have drawn until then, but also any other expenditure incurred by the company on her. Jahnavi vaguely recalled some such clause from the employment contract she had skimmed through, and nodded in agreement.

Very well, Jahnavi. As I explained, our rehabilitation groups are spread over several different companies, mostly working as factory hands Today, you will visit two of the factories, one in the morning and one in the afternoon. You will be happy to see the colleagues who will accompany you during these visits. Rohit, please come in  To Jahnavi's surprise, her old classmate Rohit from the college entered the room with a big smile. Four other young men followed him. "Hello Jahnavi, I am so happy you managed to secure the employment at Second Chance. I had forgotten to tell you that I had also applied at the same company, and I will be working with you. I hope you recognise some of our other college friends too.

It was on hearing these words that Jahnavi realised that the four young men who had entered with Rohit were guys who used to be part of his obnoxious group in college. Two of them were former classmates of Jahnavi though she had never spoken to either of them. The other two were from the rough uneducated types who used to hang around with Rohit and his friends, harassing all the attractive girls in the college.

Jahnavi was quite upset at this, and wondered how Rohit and his nasty friends had managed to join the same company as she. Nonetheless, she did not want to start her new job on a negative note, so she mustered up a false smile and said, "It is nice to see you all again. I hope we will enjoy working together". Rohit and the other boys replied that they certainly would, though Jahnavi was puzzled by the sniggers that passed through the room at this response, including from Mr. Gupta.


Mr. Gupta said, "Jahnavi, Rohit and the other boys will drive you to the factory floors in the company's pick-up. They will stay with you during your interactions with the men and make an independent assessment of their behaviour. However, the main part of the evaluation will be focused on your own interaction with the ex-convicts. Rohit and the others will only be passive observers. They can not interfere in any aspect of the interaction." He also handed over some sheets of paper to Jahnavi, explaining that these were the 'questionnaires' she would need to administer to the ex-convicts.

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Title : Jahnavi get job then banged in Group sex – 4

Jahnavi nodded, not quite understanding, but keen to be out of Mr. Gupta's office. She accompanied Rohit and the four other young men to a company car parked outside. Jahnavi was made to sit in the back seat in between two of the boys, who had difficulty turning their faces away from her. She remembered how these boys had always lusted after her, and realised that things were no different now.

Their first destination was a large factory floor with a dozen large machines, each with 2 or 3 large, rough-looking men working on it. The men seemed to vary from the late-twenties to the mid-forties in age. At first the workers didn't notice Jahnavi and her colleagues, but as she was led further inside, her presence began to be noticed. The reaction started with a few low whistles but soon degenerated into a chorus of catcalls. Jahnavi was stunned. Though she was used to such harassment on the streets, she had expected to be treated with some respect at her workplace. She looked expectantly at Rohit and the others, waiting for them to chastise the factory workers for their behaviour. Instead, Rohit gave her an oily smile and said, "as you know Jahnavi, these are all men with a history of uncontrollable sexual urges. It will be a challenge for them to behave well in front of an extremely sexy girl like you. Hopefully, we will see some improvement over time. But meanwhile, please observe their behaviour closely. I and the other boys will also take close note of how they behave towards you, without interfering in any way, as per our orders".

Jahnavi wondered whether she should object to Rohit, who was now her colleague, calling her a "sexy girl" to her face, but before she could decide, Rohit was addressing the workers, telling them about Jahnavi's duties. He explained to them that Jahnavi would conduct interviews with them and that they should cooperate with her. To her consternation, he went on to tell them them that she mainly wanted to understand their sexual urges and fanstasies. So they should not be shy and should open up with her about what they fantasised about doing to the women they found desirable. . This drew chuckles from most of the men, and made Jahnavi blush. One of the men called out obscenely in Hindi that Jahnavi was probably already 'an expert on men's fantasies', leading to hoots and laughs from the rest of the men.

Jahnavi had a knot in her stomach as she looked at Rohit, hoping he would say something to control the men, but he simply pointed to the questionnaire in her hand, and told her to proceed with the interviews. Until now, Jahnavi had not bothered to read through the questionnaires, presuming that they would be standard psychological evaluations. However, when she started administering the interview to the group of men, she soon found her voice trembling in panic. The questions were very embarrassing! She had to ask things like which part of a woman's body the men found 'most sexy'; whether they fantasized about forcing themselves on girls; what kind of sexual fantasies they imagined women had; whether they were convinced that women secretly enjoyed being violated non-consensually by virile men, etc. To ask such questions to men who were very clearly undressing her with their eyes made her almost choke with embarrassment. The men clearly enjoyed her discomfort. All of them hit upon her verbally. 

Many of them teased her by going into gratuitous sexual details in their responses, making her flush as their colleagues hooted and laughed at her reaction. The descriptions got more and more explicit as the interviews proceeded, and soon the men were finding opportunities to grope and pinch her while describing their dirtiest fantasies. She squealed in protest the first time that happened, but strangely Rohit and the other colleagues from Second Chance did not back her protests. As the groping and pinching became more and more frequent, Jahnavi was aware that her panties were getting wet in response. He heart was beating audibly and her face was flushed, as she stammered through the questions and responses, trying her best to ignore the hands wandering against her shapely bottom or brushing against her boobs. Her primary concern now was that the hormone charged men should not see or smell the wetness between her legs.

The proceeding in the next factory was no better. Once more, Rohit and the other boys from her college watched impassively while Jahnavi was subjected to verbal abuse and physical groping, as she questioned another bunch of about twenty horny men on embarrassingly sexual issues. At the end of the day, Rohit and other boys drove the sobbing Jahnavi back to the Second Chance office. She was escorted back in Mr. Gupta's presence.

Immediately she burst out about the obnoxious way the men she was supposed to interview had behaved. She also squealed about the 'obscene' nature of the questionnaire. Surprisingly, Mr. Gupta did not seem to see any merit in her protests. He offensively pointed out that the main objective of Jahnavi's employment was to evaluate the progress in the ex-convicts' psychological development, and their behaviour with 'girls like her' was precisely the best way of evaluating this.

As for the questionnaire, he assured her that it was designed by 'experts' and should be administered faithfully. He went on to ask her about the answers the men had given to the most embarrassing questions, which made her relive the humiliation of repeating the offensive responses she had heard. Whenever she tried to omit some of the most objectionable language used by the men, Rohit and the other boys intervened, smugly correcting her by reminding her about what the men had actually said. Mr. Gupta seemed to enjoy her discomfort, because he kept asking her about the specific questions during which she had had to endure the most groping from the men, and exactly how the groping had proceeded.

Once again, Jahnavi's attempts to gloss over some of the most humiliating groping were negated by Rohit and the boys, who seemed to have taken careful note of the number of hands that had squeezed Jahnavi's ass or boobs and described this in great detail to the senior executive. She could see Mr. Gupta's eyes roaming over her luscious body, as Rohit and the guys spoke about the groping and pinching she was subjected to. Mr. Gupta finally declared that Jahnavi had performed very well on her first day, and should continue visiting other factories where the Second Chance blue-collar men were working.

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The next three days followed the same pattern. Jahnavi spent the entire day among groups of horny industrial workers, talking to them about subjects that she would have hesitated to mention even to her ex-boyfriend. Every day, the men's responses seemed to become more and more explicit and they lost no opportunity to rub themselves against her supermodel body. Jahnavi also found her body betraying herself ever more strongly. By Thursday, her panties were soaked even before she started the first interview. She realised that she couldn't continue the same routine for another week .

On Thursday evening, Jahnavi again complained angrily to Mr. Gupta about the nature of the questionnaire, pointing out that the questions almost encouraged the horny men to take liberties with her. Once more, Mr. Gupta was more interested in the kinds of 'liberties' that had been taken with her body, and was readily supplied this information by Rohit and the boys. Mr. Gupta told her to not worry about the earlier questions, because she was in any case supposed to move on to the 'next questionnaire' from the following week. He handed over the new series of questions to Jahnavi. This time, she was careful to go over them. Her eyes widened in dismay even as she saw the first question - "Do you find me sexy?" And it got progressively worse from there! "Which part of my body do you find most desirable?", "Do you like to imagine me naked?", "Do you think I am turned on when you and your friends grope my body?", etc.

"These questions are much WORSE than the earlier ones!", squealed Jahnavi! "Why should I ask them about ME???"
Mr. Gupta seemed cross. "Jahnavi, these questionnaires have been developed by senior psychologists with far more experience than you! By personalising the questions, you make the men think of their responses as applying to a real person, as opposed to a fantasy woman. If you can't understand that, I wonder if you actually passed your degree!!"
Jahnavi felt chastised. 

At a psychological level, she felt that Mr. Gupta probably had a point. But as she read through the remaining questions, her heart started beating with fear. One of the later questions would have her asking the men to imagine her getting gangbangd by a large group of men, and tell her how they thought she would feel while being violated that way!!

Mr. Gupta saw the lovely girl begin to tremble as she went through the questions. "Well, at least you won't have to do any interviews tomorrow,, Jahnavi", he said. She looked up hopefully at this. "What do you mean?", she asked suppressing a sob. "Don't you remember the workshop you have to participate in on every Friday?", said Mr. Gupta. "Workshop?", she asked, now completely lost.

 "Yes," he said, "didn't you read your employment contract?" Jahnavi now found herself wishing that she had actually bothered to read through the whole thing. "So what is this workshop?", she asked doubtfully. "It was all quite clear in your contract!", Mr. Gupta snapped exasperatedly. "As part of our corporate mission, Second Chance is committed to cultivating understanding and acceptance of healthy female sexuality among men, because we believe that males often assault women because they feel threatened by female sexuality. If they better understood women's sexual desires, they would not only become more considerate lovers but would also be less likely to indulge in sexual assault".

He continued, "our company works closely with the security officer and prison authorities, and we have engaged one of the leading sexual psychologists from the security officer to administer this workshop every week. The workshop is open not only to the ex-convicts in the Second Chance programme, but also any friends they want to bring along. Male college students from the area, including from your own university, are also entitled to attend the workshop. In your contract, you have agreed to devote every Friday to participating in this workshop, as the main teaching cum demonstration model."

Mr. Gupta seemed so irritated about Jahnavi not being aware of her contract conditions that Jahnavi decided to not ask for more clarifications. In any case, she told herself, a workshop sounded less traumatic than asking deeply intimate questions to rough horny men on shop floors while being groped by them. She asked Mr. Gupta where she would need to go for the workshop, and he told her that the workshop was conducted in the office premises of Second Chance itself, in a large hall they had in their basement.

The next day, Jahnavi reported to Mr. Gupta's office, and found him looking visibly excited. She asked him whether Rohit and the other boys would escort her to the workshop, but Mr. Gupta told her that he would take her himself. The middle-aged men led the gorgeous girl to the basement of the building, for what would turn out to be the most humiliating day in her young life so far.

When she entered the basement, Jahnavi was surprised to see how full it was. There were about 60 large rough men in jeans and t-shirts present in the room, among whom she recognised many whom she had interviewed over the past few days, in various factory floors. She was astonished to see that in addition to this, Rohit was also present, along with a large bunch of his old friends, the same boys who had traumatised her during her college days, as well as various other boys from the college, including some who were junior to her and probably still in college. She knew many of them by name, and she was sure that all of them knew her well, since she had been considered such a 'wet dream' by the entire male student body. There were another 6 men messing about with lights and audio-visual equipment, including two who were carrying large video cameras on their shoulders. She noticed a medical examination table was positioned in the middle of the basement, with a middle aged man in a lab coat standing next to it. She also noticed two large LED screens positioned on either side of the examination table.

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"What is all this?!", she asked Mr. Gupta in bewilderment. Instead of replying, he led her to the older man in the lab coat. "Jahnavi, this is Superintendent Awasthi from the security officer psychological department", said Mr. Gupta. "He is an expert on female sexuality, and will be in charge of the workshop. Please obey all his instructions without fail". Prof. Awasthi was a cheerful looking large man. He smiled as his eyes looked over Jahnavi from head to toe. "Hello, Jahnavi. What a lovely young lady you are! I am glad that your company has nominated you to be part of this important workshop."

Jahnavi was completely taken aback at this turn of events. "But what do I have to do?", she asked in a worried voice, while her eyes scanned the huge crowd of men in the room, all of them staring at her beauty appreciatively. "Well, your company has nominated you to be available for this workshop every Friday, Jahnavi. Today is the first instance of the workshop, but it will be a weekly affair from now on.

 We will try to encourage men whom we know to be susceptible to sexual assault to take part in the workshop, not only the participants in the Second Chance programme, but also sex-convicts still serving time in prisons. In addition, all male students enrolled in any university in the area, or recent male college graduates, are invited to be part of the workshop, and your ex-classmate Rohit has kindly agreed to promote this workshop among young men in various colleges and other youth groups. We feel it is important for young boys to understand and appreciate female sexuality as early as possible. We will be using you to demonstrate to these students and ex-convicts what are the physical and psychological pleasure points for a young woman in the prime of her sexuality. With you acting as our volunteer, I am sure we will soon see greater participation in the workshop", he said with an appreciative glance at her body.

"WHAT!!", exploded Jahnavi. "Are you crazy??!! I am not going to participate in any such thing!!" She turned to Mr. Gupta and shouted, "What is this man talking about??"
Mr. Gupta coughed and said, "Jahnavi, please don't make a scene. I have already told you that our company has a policy of promoting such education, as part of our corporate mission. You have agreed to be a part of this academic exercise when you signed the employment contract."

Clutching at straws, Jahnavi drew some comfort at the word 'academic', and turned to Superintendent Awasthi. "Exactly what do you want me to do?", she asked with trepidation. "Well, why don't we start with your self-introduction, for the benefit of the workshop participants? Please tell us your name, age, and other biographical background". As Jahnavi started recounting her short CV, she noticed that the camera crew had started filming. Also, one of the two screens had come to life, and the sight of Jahnavi speaking was being projected on it. One of the two cameramen came directly in front of her, and panned the camera from her face to her feet and back, pausing with the camera pointed straight at her bust. Superintendent Awasthi saw Jahnavi shift uncomfortably at the camera's attention, and said, "we record every workshop, so that it remains available for future students too. We also provide a copy of the recording to your employer for their record". Jahnavi could swear that Mr. Gupta smirked at these words. Conscious of the cameramen's attention to her large breasts, Jahnavi instinctively crossed her hands over them.

After finishing his biographical questions to Jahnavi, Prof. Awasthi turned to the boys and men in the room. "OK, now you know who Jahnavi is. She is clearly a healthy and beautiful young woman in the prime of her youth and sexuality." This caused some nervous giggles among the students and hooting among the ex-convicts. But Awasthi did not seem to mind.
"Jahnavi, now I will ask you some questions about your sexual life and likings, for the benefit of our workshop participants. Please tell us whether you have had penetrative sex so far, and if so with how many men?"

What???", Jahnavi screamed over the loud guffaws of the crowd. "How dare you ask me something like this?!"
Once again, Mr. Gupta stepped in with a sharp rebuke. "Young lady, please answer the Superintendent's questions immediately! This workshop is meant to be for educational purposes, and you are wasting everyone's time!"
Jahnavi didn't know what to do. She couldn't imagine speaking about her sex life in front of such a huge crowd of boys and men, including her own bosses and many boys whom she knew from collage. But Gupta and Awasthi seemed to act as if this was a perfectly normal thing to ask of her.

Finally, she mumbled out an almost inaudible response to Awasthi - that she had had a boyfriend in college and had made out with him a few times but allowed him to penetrate her only once. She kept her voice down in the hope that the huge male crowd should not hear her words. Both cameramen drew in close, recording Jahnavi's embarrassed face as she spoke about her most intimate secrets to a man she had just met minutes ago.

If she thought that was the end of it, she was mistaken. Awasthi had several follow up questions which made her blush even more. Had her boyfriend sucked her nipples? Had he licked her between her legs? Had he fingered her vagina? Had she sucked his penis? Did he ejaculate in her mouth? Did she enjoy the taste of his semen? How long had his penis been? How thick had it been? Had she enjoyed having her vagina penetrated with it? What was the position in which he had penetrated her? Had he been hard or gentle during the intercourse? How long had he lasted before he ejaculated in her vagina? Had he been able to make her orgasm during the one time he penetrated her?

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Each offensively personal question came as a new shock to Jahnavi. She couldn't help see the appreciative smiles on the faces of the cameramen. With her heart thumping, Jahnavi stammered out whispered monosyllabic responses, trying to avoid the details if possible. She claimed defensively that she had not enjoyed being fucked by her boyfriend, but had done it only to please him. Although Jahnavi tried her best to keep her answers inaudible to the rest of the room, when she held out her index-finger and thumb about three inches apart in response to the question about her boyfriend's penis size, there were loud hoots all around, which suggested that many guys had caught on to what she was saying. Her mind involuntarily went back to the disappointment she had felt on first seeing her boyfriend's tiny size, and her frustration when he ejaculated within a couple of minutes of starting to pump his little cock in her pussy. She had found excuses to break off the relationship soon thereafter.

Jahnavi was relieved when Awasthi finally finished the embarrassing questions and turned towards the crowd of men. His next words, however, robbed her of any comfort. I am sure most of you could not hear Jahnavi's responses. She was speaking very softly, probably because she feels shy. That is quite normal, since there are so many men present in the room and she knows that these horny ex-convicts would enjoy hearing about her sexual experiences. This again generated loud catcalls from the 'under rehabilitation' workers, and even a few chuckles from the students, and Jahnavi wished she could disappear off the face of the earth. Then, to her horror, Awasthi continued, In any case, let me recap her responses for those of you who could not hear them clearly.

 He then proceeded to tell the audience, in a loud voice audible all over the room, that Jahnavi had had only one boyfriend, who had fingered and licked her vagina several times. She had given him blowjobs but he had been able to fuck her only once in her vagina. As you probably understood from her gesture, her boyfriend seems to have had a very small and thin penis, and Jahnavi probably did not find the intercourse very satisfying or 'fulfilling', if you will excuse the pun!. This set off such a loud round of hoots and laughs all around the room that Awasthi's subsequent words were almost drowned out. Jahnavi felt like hiding her face in shame.

However, her humiliation had just begun. After the laughter and obscene comments subsided, Awasthi turned to Jahnavi again. OK, Jahnavi. Now the workshop participants know about your somewhat limited sexual history, but they need to get to know your body. Please step up closer to the cameras and remove your sari. This was greeted with a new round of whistling and catcalling from the ex-convicts.

Jahnavi exploded again. You people are sick! You want me to show my underwear to so many men?? You must be dreaming!! Awasthi adopted a conciliatory tone, Jahnavi, please be brave. The sooner you start this, the sooner it will end. Unfortunately for you, this is a vital part of the workshop. I need to describe the shape of your body to the participants, and I can not do it unless your sari comes off.

Once again, Jahnavi stood frozen in dilemma. She thought of quitting the job and leaving, but realised that there was no way she could find another, and would probably have to go crawling back to her father. She tried to reason with herself that if she became a model, she may need to pose often in swimwear and lingerie, and her photos would be seen by many more men than the ones present in the basement today.

Finally, she stepped forward, keeping her eyes on the ground, as both cameras took their position. The anticipatory hoots and catcalls shook her confidence, but suppressing a sob, she put a trembling hand on her pallu and lowered it from her bust, displaying a perfectly flat stomach and a sexy navel. The hoots got louder, and continued gaining intensity as she slowly unwound the low-tied sari from around her waist. Finally, the chiffon sari lay in a wispy heap at Jahnavi's feet. She looked absolutely gorgeous, left in a sleeveless blouse that flattered her enormous breasts, and a pair of sexy panties that did a poor job of hiding the bulge of her soft pubic mound. When Jahnavi looked up for a moment and saw the goggling eyes of Rohit and the students, her hands immediately flew in shame to cover her blouse and panties.

Awasthi raised his voice above the cat-calling to say, as you can all see, Jahnavi has the perfect hourglass figure that is considered the epitome of feminine sex-appeal. Her breasts are very large, and her shapely hips flare out from her narrow waist. In a woman, these features indicate excellent child-bearing capacity, and thus attract male partners to her. They also indicate a high amount of female sex-hormones, and girls with this alluring shape normally enjoy heterosexual sex a lot, especially sex with dominant men who have a high chance of getting them pregnant.Jahnavi turned red at these words, all the way from her cheeks to her silky smooth thighs. She was conscious of the sexual tension all around her, as nearly a hundred men ogled the skimpily clad beauty, imagining her enjoying sex with dominant men.

For a while, Awasthi let the sexy young babe squirm in her blouse and panties. Soon, the horny ex-convicts and their rough friends starting calling for her to be stripped further, and the students chuckled in nervous agreement. As if in response, Awasthi said, we will now ask Jahnavi to remove her blouse and bra, so that all you boys and men can take a closer look at her large breasts.

Nooo!!, screamed Jahnavi. Please! You have to stop this!! Awasthi tried to soothe her; but if anything, his words increased her embarrassment even more. Jahnavi, it is perfectly understandable that you feel shy about exposing your breasts. Any beautiful girl like you would find it difficult to have so many men looking at her nipples. Especially these rough ex-convicts, who are clearly highly sexed men. You can probably imagine how much they are going to enjoy your toplessness, and that must make it even more embarrassing for you. We all know how difficult this must be for you. Believe me, we truly appreciate what you are doing for this workshop. She heard chuckles from all over the room.

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Jahnavi was audibly sobbing now. Both her palms were held protectively over the twin domes covered by her designer blouse, which made her impending topless state seem even more alluring to all the watching men. "Please! Please! Haven't you seen enough?! I have already been humiliated so much!", she gasped through sobs.
"Come on, Jahnavi. I am sure the workshop participants are going to gain a lot from the session. Please remove your blouse and bra now", said Awasthi, as if this was a perfectly normal thing to ask.

Jahnavi still stood frozen, unable to actually undo her blouse. Mr. Gupta stepped in, now speaking with a hard edge in his voice, with his eyes fixed on her bust, "Jahnavi, you are going to show your breasts to the room immediately now! I don't care whether you feel shy! You have no choice in the matter! Stop crying and start stripping. This is what you signed up for!"

Jahnavi felt anger fill her gorgeous body. "I don't care what I signed", she shouted furiously at Mr. Gupta. "You can't make me do something like this! I will quit from this company!!". Mr. Gupta looked very strict. "Jahnavi, don't be childish. You know you can't afford to quit", he said. "What do you mean, can't afford?", shouted Jahnavi challengingly? "Well, if you quit, you will have to immediately reimburse the cost of your training in Dubai. Otherwise the company will be forced to get you arrested for breach of contract".

Jahnavi's heart sank at these words. "How much will I have to pay for that silly training?", she asked in a much weaker voice. "Well, counting the air-fares, the accommodation, the training materials and the networking parties you were allowed to attend, you would need to reimburse about 10 lakh rupees", Mr. Gupta said with smug satisfaction. "What???", squealed the lovely young girl. "How can I possibly repay that much money?? You haven't even paid me a single salary yet!!" "Then stop being difficult and follow the company rules", argued Mr. Gupta in a patient voice. "You will get your first salary at the end of one month, but provided you have fully discharged all duties you signed up for, including the workshop duty every Friday".

Now Jahnavi was at a complete loss. She was too young and inexperienced to know what her legal options were, but it seemed ominously likely to her that she could be jailed for not following the commitments she had signed in the contract. Desperate, she tried to make another attempt to extricate herself from the situation she had got herself in. Addressing Mr. Gupta, she said, "I don't believe you can force me to show my breasts to so many men. I want to speak to the head office people in Dubai". She recalled how nice everyone had been to her in Dubai, and even how many of the executives and clients seemed infatuated with her. She tried assuring herself that if she could appeal to them, they would see the absurdity of what Gupta and Awasthi were asking of her.

"Of course", Mr. Gupta said, to her surprise. "In fact, the corporate office representatives had themselves promised to attend today's introductory workshop by video-conference. I am sure that they will also want to see you fulfil your employment conditions properly". With these words, Mr. Gupta walked to the second video-screen and flipped a switch. The screen flickered on to show a large group of men sitting around a large conference table. Jahnavi immediately recognised many of the executives she had met in Dubai, as well as several of the 'clients' she had been introduced to. From the furniture on the screen, she realised that the group was assembled in the large conference room in the Dubai headquarters, which had a seating capacity of over 60. 

The room seemed full, and many men were even standing. The quality of the video was surprisingly clear, and the group of men had their eyes glued to a screen at their own end, which was showing what was happening in the basement in Mumbai. They could see the lovely young Jahnavi, desperately holding her hands in front of her skimpy blouse and panties, in the classic pose of shame.

"Hello, Mr. Gupta", said one of the senior Dubai executives on the screen. "Is our new recruit performing well in her first workshop?". Even over the video-link, the sexual anticipation in the executive's voice was palpable, and many of the other men on the screen smiled lasciviously at the question. WIth a sinking feeling, Jahnavi realised that it was hopeless to expect any help from the corporate office.

Mr. Gupta replied to the video screen, "Sir, Jahnavi is having some shyness issues, since this is her first time getting naked in front of so many men. In due course, I am sure she will learn to enjoy these workshops. I am thankful to the corporate office for taking the time out to be present through video-link. I am sure all your presence will encourage her to obey the orders of security officer Superintendent Awasthi here. I am particularly happy to notice that some of our most important clients are also present in the Dubai office. If any of you Gentlemen plan to visit Mumbai in future, it will be wonderful if you could attend one of Jahnavi's workshops in person".

Once again, Jahnavi realised that she was helpless. Clearly, not only Mr. Gupta and the ex-convicts, but everyone in her new company's management was looking forward to enjoying the sight of her young and full breasts.
In a last-ditch effort, she turned to Awasthi and begged, "Sir, you are a security officerman. How can this company force me to expose my body in front of so many men. Nobody except my former boyfriend has seen me naked so far. Please, please help me! As it is, this horrible company makes me conduct humiliating interviews with these very same sex-convicts every day.

 How will I be able to continue interacting daily with these rough horny men after they have all seen my breasts? And this group of 'students' are the same boys who lost no chance to grope me during my entire time in college! How can I now show my breasts to them??!" Once again Awasthi's ostensibly comforting words only made things worse, "Jahnavi, I understand how difficult it must be for your to anticipate how much all these men and boys are going to enjoy your toplessness. Most of them have probably already been imagining you topless from the moment they saw you, and now they will have a chance to live out their dirty fantasies. However, unfortunately there is no way to conduct a workshop on female sexuality without first exposing your body to the participants. Please be brave".

As Jahnavi still hesitated, Mr. Gupta stepped in, in a more rough tone, "Jahnavi, please stop wasting everyone's time. The whole workshop is waiting to see your naked breasts. We have important executives and clients in Dubai also waiting for the rest of the workshop. You don't have a choice in the matter. No matter how shy you feel, you have to remove your blouse and bra and let everyone see your breasts! Right now!"

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The gorgeous young girl was now beaten. She looked up to see raw lust in the hundreds of male eyes looking at her, including from the Dubai screen. Everybody's vision was locked on her hands, which defensively covered her sexy blouse. The cameras were also pointing at them. Slowly she lowered her trembling hands and undid the knot at the bottom of her blouse. Her fingers were shaking so much that it took her nearly half a minute to undo the knot. Looking like a martyr, she peeled off the thin fabric from her mounds, exposing a lacy bra that covered only half of each globe. There were low whistles all around. One of the audio-visual technicians stepped forward and held his hand out for her blouse, smirking. She handed over the thin garment reluctantly.

Now for the bra, said Awasthi, somewhat hoarsely. After another moment of hopeful hesitation that he wasn't serious, Jahnavi reached back behind her, making her boobs stand out even more invitingly. She undid the hooks of her bra ever so slowly, wanting to cling on to the lacy undergarment as long as possible. Eventually the bra fell loose, and her freed breasts bounced outwards. Jahnavi immediately put one hand in front of her boobs, as she slowly pulled away her bra completely from herself, and held them out to another technician who was waiting for them with a leering smile.

Jahnavi's shapely palms could not hide even half of her enormous globes, but at least she kept her nipples out of sight for a moment longer. For a few moments, Awasthi let the cameras shoot the young beauty's desperate attempts to preserve her modesty, before telling her, Jahnavi, please lower your hands to your side so everybody can see your breasts properly.
After another moment of two of desperate defiance, Jahnavi finally took a deep breath and let her trembling hands fall to her waist. A silence fell over the room, as every eye drank in the perfection of her breasts. Jahnavi looked up momentarily to see Mr. Gupta staring and licking his lips. She immediately looked down.

After another few moments of respectful silence, where only the whirr of the shooting cameras could be heard, Awasthi finally articulated what was on every mind, I must say that even after specialising in female sexuality for so long, I have never seen such a perfect pair of breasts. Boys and men, you would notice that despite being very large, there is no sag in Jahnavi's breasts, and they stand out proudly from her body. Her nipples are perfectly formed and a beautiful shade of pinkish brown. The skin of her breasts is smooth and absolutely without blemish. I don't think any man could look at them without wanting to squeeze and suck them.

These words released the tension in the air, and a loud round of applause broke out all around. Even the men in Dubai were grinning and applauding. Jahnavi felt the urge to immediately cover up her breasts again, but knew that it would be futile. She just burned in shame as the lustful cheering went on for several moments. Awasthi now came closer to her, walking with some difficulty because of his obvious erection. Standing behind her, he put either hand on her shoulders, and made her step closer to the cameras. Jahnavi, let the audience take a better look at your large breasts. Jahnavi needed to be almost pushed, as she resisted getting any closer to cameramen who directed their lenses directly at her bust.

Still holding her by the shoulders, Awasthi next turned her towards the ex-convicts and their friends, leading to an immediate volley of obscene comments and wolf-whistles. One of the cameramen panned from her breasts and mortified face to the crowd of obscenely hooting men. Jahnavi saw that almost all the workers had their phone cameras out in video mode too, and were shooting the scene. Awasthi continued, As you expected Jahnavi, these horny men are really excited to see you topless.

 They will definitely enjoy what's coming next even more. The gorgeous young girl trembled afresh in fear.
Turning Jahnavi to face the cameras again, Awasthi said, Boys and men, a woman's breasts, especially her nipples, are among the most sexually sensitive parts of her body. All women find it exciting to have them stimulated by men. Some women prefer a more gentle touch, while others like men to enjoy their breasts more aggressively. And it is not only a question of physical stimulation, rather there is also a psychological angle. Girls with large beautiful breasts, like Jahnavi, know well how exciting men find it to see them naked, and to fondle and suck them. So having her breasts exposed like this to all of you must be arousing for Jahnavi. Her subconscious will be imagining everything that you guys are wanting to do to her in her helpless, topless state.

Jahnavi's cheeks flushed, partly in shame as she recognised the truth in Awasthi's words. Despite her embarrassment, her pussy was oozing freely every time she saw the raw lust in the eyes around her, and her eyes were increasingly drawn to the growing bulges in the men's jeans. Her shameful self-realisation was cut short by Awasthi's next words, Let us see if we can increase Jahnavi's helplessness even more, and check how this affects her. I will now proceed to stimulate her breasts sexually, squeezing and pinching them all over. Please observe the reaction on her face as her breasts are fondled in front of so many men.

Jahnavi's courage gave away again at these words, and her hands flew back to cover her young boobs. But Awasthi reached over from behind her and firmly forced them down to her side again. He slid his palms back up her shapely arms back to her shoulders, and then moved them forward to the high swell of her mounds. Jahnavi could hear the factory workers calling out encouraging words to him, exhorting him to squeeze her, and to feel her nipples. The Superintendent didn't need much encouragement, and his palms slid downwards, slowly cupping more and more of the enormous mounds within them. Jahnavi felt an electric bolt go through her body when Awasthi's fingers first made contact with her sensitive nipples. There were many chuckles all around as the ravishing beauty gasped audibly.

At first, Awasthi's hands were gentle, repeatedly stroking Jahnavi's large breasts all over, including passing lightly over her areolas and nipples. However, after a few moments he increased the pressure and the stroking turned into squeezing. Soon he was kneading the young boobs hard, and his breath became audibly loud and laboured. Next, he moved more specifically to concentrate on her nipples, rubbing and pinching them. A low moan escaped from Jahnavi's open mouth as her nipples became long and erect under this abuse. Once again, there were chuckles all around, including from the cameramen, who zoomed in close.

Awasthi increased the pressure on her mounds and nipples even more, forcing her body back towards himself as he squeezed more savagely now. Jahnavi gasped even louder as she felt his hard manhood pushing against her lower back from under his medical coat. Clearly, this was no more merely an academic exercise for the Superintendent. Jahnavi moaned again as she realised that her pussy was reacting to the situation with an uncontrollable gush of wetness. She found herself pressing her thighs against each other as her throbbing clitoris demanded her attention.

After what seemed an eternity, Awasthi finished his 'educational stimulation' of Jahnavi's perfect boobs. Slightly short of breath, he asked the male audience, so, did you all observe how stimulated Jahnavi was as I squeezed and fondled her breasts? I could feel her nipples get really hard with excitement when I pinched them. I hope you observed her face too, if you could bear to look away from her breasts .

Mr. Gupta had watched Prof Awasthi's mauling of Jahnavi's breasts with a lecherous smile on his face. To her dismay, he now spoke up, Superintendent, many of these college students may never have had their horny hands on a girl's boobs. Is it enough for them to only watch Jahnavi's breasts groped by you? Won't they understand her sexual response better if they had a chance to fondle her themselves?

A loud gasp escaped Zeenat on hearing these horrifying words! It was bad enough for the elderly Awasthi to maul her perky large boobs for the viewing pleasure of so many men. Now she had to allow dozens of young men, many of them known to her, to get their eager hands all over them?? "Please, don't listen to this horrible man", she begged Awasthi. How can I allow so many boys to touch my breasts?? That too in front of so many men?? . Her voice rose to a panicked squeal.

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Awasthi seemed to be considering her appeal in his head. He turned to the students to ask, do you think you all have understood how a girl responds to stimulation of her breasts? Or do you need to do some stimulation yourself to fully appreciate it? Put like that, it was quite clear what the response would be. Most of the boys mumbled, in desire filled voices, that they would like a 'hands-on' experience. The rest of them just nodded, clearly too overwhelmed at the thought of getting their hands on Jahnavi's gorgeous bust.

Shut up, you perverts!, shouted Jahnavi to the students. What practical experience? I know you are just looking for an excuse to... Her outburst was interrupted by one of the Dubai executives from the screen, Mr. Gupta, the purpose of this workshop is to let the boys and men understand female sexuality better. If observing Jahnavi's reaction to having her breasts fondled is a vital part of that education, we should not let any other consideration come in the way. If her ex-classmates feel it would help them to have a direct feel of Jahnavi's breasts, they should get a chance. I think we would all like to see that.

Mr. Gupta smiled unctuously and said, Yes, sir. Just as you say, sir. Superintendent Awasthi, our company has no objection to all the boys groping Jahnavi's breasts and observing her reaction. At these words, Jahnavi again covered her boobs with a little shriek of horror.

Awasthi turned to Jahnavi, so that's decided then, young lady. Please hold your hands behind your head so that your breasts are fully available for being fondled and squeezed by the boys. This instruction was greeted with lusty whoops from the room, and many of the ex-convicts crowded closer with their phone cameras, eager to have a clearer record of the abuse Jahnavi was going to be subjected to.

Jahnavi's face burned with shame as she reluctantly uncovered her large mounds again. She slowly raised her hands behind her head and interlocked her fingers. This pose accentuated the size of her boobs, making them stand out proudly towards the boys, ready to be abused. The cameras again panned over the poor girl's body and her mortified expression. There were chuckles from the Dubai video screen. The group of students, led by Rohit, came towards Jahnavi with anticipation in their eyes.

Wait, said Awasthi. Since so many boys are going to squeeze and massage your breasts, it will be good if they are lubricated with baby oil first. That will prevent your sensitive skin and nipples from getting bruised by the relentless friction. He walked over to the examination table and picked up a bottle of some lubricant. He beckoned the technicians who were handling the lights and sound equipment and told them, before the boys start on Jahnavi's breasts, cover them properly with this oil.

There was virtually a race among the technicians to take the bottle. The first man took a liberal handful and handed over the bottle to another, who proceeded to do the same. As the bottle went around the ten odd technicians, the first two approached her smiling.

Jahnavi flinched and gasped as the technicians oily hands made contact with her boobs. Both men spread the oil all over her mounds, their fingers slipping over the nipples again and again. The cameras moved around her capturing the scene from all sides, lingering on her beautiful lips pursed in anger.

Soon two more of the technicians joined the first two, and all four contributed to oiling her large boobs. Nobody commented on why it should take four men to oil up one girl's breasts, even large ones like Jahnavi's. Awasthi told the men, oil her nipples properly because that is probably where the boys will focus a lot of their squeezing and pinching. Smiling, the technicians obeyed this instruction with obvious enthusiasm. The cameramen also smiled as another low moan escaped Jahnavi's lovely lips.

After another minute of fondling, the four technicians moved away reluctantly. Jahnavi's massive mounds now wore a slick sheen of oil, and her nipples stood out like erasers. The camera zoomed in and the sight of her shining boobs filled the video screen. On the other screen, the Dubai audience again broke out in applause.

Awasthi said, now that Jahnavi's breasts are easier to fondle, I will ask the students, many of whom used to be her classmates and have probably lusted after her large breasts for years, to proceed with their stimulation. Since there are so many students, we will allow them to grope Jahnavi's breasts in groups of four or five. I will request each of you to avoid the temptation of hogging her boobs to yourselves, and allow your friends to also have a good feel. And also remember to keep a clear view for the cameras, so that they can film Jahnavi's reactions to the fondling her breasts will endure. As you fondle her, start gently at first but squeeze harder once she starts responding audibly to your abuse The students were in heaven! Each had a look of wonderment in his eyes as their hands touched the most perfect pair of boobs they had ever seen.

 Their initially tentative fondling soon gave way to more urgent lust-fueled groping. Since Awasthi had already given them a green signal, the boys zeroed in on the nipples, pinching and rubbing them. They smiled as the young beauty's breath became ragged with the waves of sensation radiating out from her nipples to reach her clitoris. She realised that her pussy was now totally drenched and prayed that the boys would not notice.

Awasthi ensured that all boys got enough time on Jahnavi's breasts. Each time he would ask the one group of boys to stand back in order to allow the next, he would smile at their handiwork - Jahnavi's breasts reddened with a mixture of arousal and shame, her nipples standing impossibly erect and her full lips parted in breathlessness.

In between successive rounds of groping by the boys, Awasthi again and again asked different groups of technicians to oil Jahnavi's boobs for the next set of boys. At one point, the cameramen also joined in, handing their cameras to other colleagues and directing them to keep the cameras focused on their hands, as they tweaked Jahnavi's erect nipples.

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