Adultery The Subjugation of Professor Sandhya by hornynri

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Aqeel was snapping pictures of his nearly naked professor the whole time. Manish kept licking her tears and playing with her clit. He was delighted to note that Sandhya's breathing was getting heavier. Manish had slept with a lot of women since becoming an adult, and he was quite skilled with his fingers. Sandhya was mentally cursing her body for responding to her student's touch. She also hated to admit that his tongue rolling all over her cheeks was starting to elicit her reaction too. She finally willed herself to stop crying and return to her stoic state.

When the flow of tears stopped, Manish moved his lips and planted them on top of Sandhya's lips to kiss her. Sandhya immediately clamped her lips tightly shut. Manish tried to coax them open but then gave up and stepped back. Sandhya hated that her hips shivered in agony when the young man's fingers left her clit.

"If you want to close those lips, mam." Manish said, "there are other lips that can be more cooperative."

"No, please Manish, not that." Sandhya finally broke her vow of silence. She could not imagine the humiliation of this bully doing something that personal with her.

"I'm good at it, I promise." Manish said and got on his knees.

"Have mercyyyyyyy." Sandhya cried out, but none was forthcoming.

Manish kissed Sandhya's pussy lips. There was no mechanism by which Sandhya could clamp those. He nuzzle her labia, licked her clit, and poked at her vagina with his tongue. Sandhya's body started reacting to Manish's oral play after a couple of minutes. He found the perfect spot on her clit to manipulate and with the tip of his tongue, started tracing the alphabet along it like he had read on a website.

"Smile!" Aqeel said, taking a close up of Manish licking Sandhya's clit. Manish held up a thumbs up sign and smiled, with his tongue still on the clit.

In five minutes, Sandhya's breathing got heavier. The guys noticed how her boobs started moving up and down with her chest. Sandhya tried to bring to mind all sorts of non-sexual imagery to stop her body from reacting. She thought of wars, wild animals, poverty, disease, sports.....anything that could stem this tide of arousal. But Manish had been taught well by the whores he frequented.

"Mmmmnnnnnnnnnnnnnn." the first moan of the night escaped Sandhya's mouth as she felt an orgasm approaching as a result of Manish's skilled tongue play.

"Is she.....?" Suraj asked.

"Yup." Manish said moving his face away for a second. Even at that moment, Sandhya's hips involuntarily jerked forward inviting him back in. "I told you mam, i'm good at this."

Sandhya's eyes started releasing tears again as the shame of the fact that she was about to have an orgasm brought on mental anguish. Sandhya's sobs and moans were now alternating as Manish figured out that the X pattern seemed to agree with her clit the most. He traced X after X rapidly with the tip of his tongue.

"Mmmmmm.....hunhunhunhun.......mmmmmmm.....hunhunhunhun....." Sandhya started cumming while simultaneously crying.

Sandhya's hips jerked and twisted as the peak of her orgasm hit. She bit her lip hard in an effort to not make too much noise. Finally Sandhya's jerking hips and thighs, even undr the restraints on her limbs, made Manish move his face away and he stood up and proudly watched his professor shudder through an orgasm.

"That was awesome!" Suraj started clapping.

"I took a lot of pictures of her face." Aqeel said.

"Show me!" Manish flipped through the phone. "Oh yeah, she likes it. Even with the tears, it is obvious she's enjoying herself. Look, mam."

Sandhya looked at 3 pictures of her face contorted in expressions of obvious carnal glee before closing her eyes and turning her head away.

"Mam, I hope you appreciate the respectful approach I am taking her."

"What?" Sandhya said, now emotionally exhausted.

"We could have just spread your legs and humped you like savages. But I made sure your pleasure came first. Or that you came first. Hahahaha." Manish started laughing and was joined by his cronies.

Sandhya cast a glance full of loathing at the short thin brat. This stripling who stood a few inches shorter than her and probably weighed less than her, was acting like he owned her. And he had the arrogance to suggest that he had done her some sort of favor by going down on her.

"But now, it's time for my pleasure." he unbuckled his belt with a flourish, opened his jeans and fished out a semi-erect cock. Sandhya couldn't help but look at it and almost laughed derisively. So this is what he was compensating for with his bravado. It was modest to say the least.

"Untie her legs." Manish ordered his cronies.

"What if....."Suraj said tentatively, "..what if she kicks you in the nuts again?"

Sandhya chuckled and Manish's face went red at the memory of how easily she had fought him off.

"Do you plan to kick if we release your legs?"

Sandhya was now in a mental state where she had almost accepted the hopelessness of her situation. She shrugged, the best she could with her hands tied up.

"Answer me."

"No, I won't. Let's just get this over with." she said sounding bored.

Manish was a little disappointed at this change of tone. he liked his women to be begging, crying, whimpering.

He walked towards Sandhya stroking his dick towards a full erection. Standing in front of her, he started fingering her cunt. It was already a little wet because of the oral action. Suraj and Aqeel obediently bent down and started untying her legs. Once they were untied, Sandhya swung them around a little.

Manish jumped back as a precaution.

"Relax, kid. Just stretching them out. You assholes have kept me tied in that position for who knows how long."

Manish cautiously stepped forward. Sandhya's feet were touching the ground and her body was tilted at 45 degrees. He moved forward, putting his legs around each side of the machine bench, until his now fully erect dick was a few inches from her pussy. She looked down at the little thing. It was barely 5 inches, if that, and remarkably thin. It almost seemed like the growth between his legs had stopped when he hit puberty instead of accelerating.

"What are you snickering at?" Manish hotly asked, grabbing her cheeks with his hands.

"I think you know what I am snickering at." Sandhya defiantly replied.

"Bitch!" he slapped her across the face. She laughed. He slapped her again. She laughed again. "Let's see how long you last when this is inside you."

Manish grabbed her right knee and pulled it up over his left arm. He then hitched her left leg over his right arm, making her thighs part and her ass hand in mid-air. The watchful Aqeel immediately took a few pictures of her alluring ass that was on display for the first time.

"Ready?"

"Whatever." Sandhya said, casting a look of utter disdain at her tormentor.

Manish thrust his hips forward. His modest dick didn't find the target right away. It took him four attempts to finally locate the entrance of Sandhya's cunt. And he then shoved it inside in one stroke. Sandhya winced a little.

"Hurt?"

"Hardly. My husband is like twice as big and three times as thick."

Manish quietly started fucking his professor's warm wet cunt in deep strokes. He moved his hands to her ass and grabbed a handful of each asscheek. Sandhya's lower back slapped against the weight machine bench and her legs swayed back and forth suspended in mid-air as she got fucked by this disgusting weasel. Of course, Aeel was documenting it all on his phone. In fact he was taking a video.

"Speaking of your husband..." Manish said between strokes as his dick felt the pleasure of this hot woman's cunt. "He called a while ago."

"WHAT???" Sandhya said.

"His name is Jiten, right?" Manish kissed her nipples as the fucking continued.

"Yes."

"We didn't answer. Then Suraj here had an idea. So we sent an sms from your phone saying....what did it say, Suraj?"

Suraj who was watching the erotic sight of a tall buxom married woman getting fucked by his fail young friend absent-mindedly fished the phone out of his pocket.

"I typed - Can't talk. Taking extra tuition classes of some students."

Sandhya breathed a sigh of relief. At least they hadn't sent something inappropriate like 'getting fucked by the principal'.

Manish stepped up his pace and soon the room was filled with the sounds of his skin slapping against Sandhya's. Sandhya was feeling almost bored. Manish might have been good with his tongue and his fingers, but when it came to what mattered, he fell quite short.

Still, the action was giving Sandhya at least some pleasure. Her cunt had been starved of action for a while now since Jiten got so busy. At least there was some penetration happening.

Just as Sandhya was starting to mildly enjoy the fucking, Manish let go of her legs and stepped back. Sandhya's legs crashed with a thud back against the machine bench. He held his dick straight and sprayed some drops of semen over her stomach and boobs.

"How was it?" Suraj asked.

"Amazing, dude. She had a really nice and warm cunt." Manish said, stepping away. "Try it."

Suraj didn't need extra permission. He started unbuttoning his pants and stepped forward.

"Wait." Sandhya said.


"What?" Suraj impatiently asked.

"Please untie my hands. They're hurting. You've already done so much. Why do you need to keep me tied up?"

Suraj looked at Manish who said,

"Okay, but remember, we have the photos and they are all backed up on the cloud. One false movie and they'll be forwarded to everyone in the college."

"Yeah, yeah, fine." Sandhya said, as the realization sunk in of how much trouble she was in.

"We can fuck on that floor mat." Suraj said untying Sandhya's hands.

"Whatever." Sandhya said looking at his dick which was poking out of how zip. It wasn't much longer than Manish's but was at least respectably thick. She found herself wondering how big the burly Aqeel was down there. His turn was sure to be next.

Sandhya, once untied, slipped down from the machine bench and rubbed her wrists. She obediently walked towards the aforementioned floor mat, stripping off her blouse and bra, now completely naked.

The three students gazed at Sandhya's ass with marvel. This was the first time it was on full proper display. It was round, fleshy, creamy smooth and white. There was also a certain style to her gait which made the ass sway sideways erotically. Suraj couldn't control himself.

He ran after Sandhya, almost pushing her to the floor mat.

"Easy!" she protested.

"Shut up, slut!" he said.

Suraj's push made Sandhya fall on the mat on her knees. Just as she tried to straighten up using the support of her hands, he got on his knees behind her and entered her in one stroke.

"Mmmmmmmmm." she said. This dong at least had some meat on it.

Manish and Abir gathered around them as Suraj and Sandhya started fucking. Sandhya had resigned herself to her situation and decided to at least try to derive some pleasure out of her torment. She arched her back making her ass jut upwards. Suraj moved this enhancement of the view and immediately started spanking her.

"Man, you're right. She is so warm. And tight!" Suraj said. "How do you like my dick, mam?"

"Mmm....it's nice." she truthfully replied.

In addition to having a thicker dick, Suraj also seemed to have sexual technique, either from practice or by instinct. Manish had been utterly artless. Suraj on the other hand knew the proper angles to thrust at and the variations of pace.

Aqeel was moving all around them taking pictures, especially focusing on Sandhya's face which showed she was enjoying the fucking. Manish was standing and watching the whole thing, pleased with himself for orchestrating this so well. It wasnt just the sex with a hot professor that was turning him on. It was the power he held over her. As he watched his friend pound Sandhya doggy style, Manish started formulating plans for her further subjugation.

Manish watched the hot young woman's ample buttock jiggle back and forth under the assault of Suraj's strokes. he smiled bent down and spanked the ass hard.

"We own this ass!!" he declared.

"Yeah!!!" Suraj exclaimed, holding his professor's waist and pounding her cunt harder.

"Say it, mam."

"Say...uhhhh...what?" Sandhya said breathlessly. She was surprised at how skilled Suraj was. She was actually having a good time.

"Say we own your ass."

"You...own my ass." she said. Sandhya had always been into S&M and humiliation. This suddenly started seeming natural.

"Say you're our slut." he spanked her again.

"I am your slut." she cried out as Suraj change angles subtly and multiplied the pleasure.

"Say you want to suck our dicks."

"I want to......ohhh..ohhhh god......I want to suck your dicks." Sandhya said, feeling waves of pleasure radiate through her entire being.

"Well, Aqeel, no need to wait. She wants to suck dick. Oblige her." Manish said, happy at how quickly this haughty woman had turned into an enthusiastic participant.

Aqeel got down on his knees in front of Sandhya, and took his dick out. It was already erect from watching this pornlike reality lay out. He had fucked women before, but never someone as gorgeous as Sandhya.

Sandhya raised her head and came face to face with Aqeel's dick. It was thick. Almost as thick as her husband's. And about 6 inches. She opened her mouth and willingly accepted the circumcised cock.

"Oh man!!!" Aqeel said. "She is good!"

Sandhya instantly started using her fellatio technique honed over the years on the burly student's tool. With one hand, she cupped his balls and ran her tongue up and down his shaft.

"It's like...she is loving it." the laconic Aqeel said delightfully.

Suraj meanwhile was approaching his orgasm. but he didn't want it to end so soon. So he took his dick out and buried his face in Sandhya's ass, licking her wet cunt and asshole. While she sucked Aqeel's dick, Sandhya noted that Suraj really was the opposite of Manish. No technique with oral, good technique with fucking. She ached to ask him to just put his dick back in her cunt. Instead,

"If you're not fucking her, I am!" Aqeel said, taking his dick out of her mouth and sprinting to her ass.

Suraj nodded and moved to her mouth. Sandhya got a close-up look at his dick as she opened her mouth for it. It was nice looking. She took it in her mouth and just before closing her lips, let out a moan,

"Mmmmmmmmmmmmmhhhhhhhhh"

Aqeel's thick cock had entered her. Aqeel started fucking her instantly and rapidly. No technique at all. No build-up, no variation. Just humping her doggy style like an actual doggie would do it.

"Aqeel, slow down. It's not a race." Sandhya said in a professorial tone taking Suraj's dick out of her mouth.

"Okay mam." Aqeel said and obediently slowed down. But slowed down too much.

"Not that slow."

"How about this?"

"Better."

Sandhya was being spit roasted with Aqeel's dick in her pussy and Suraj's dick in her mouth, and her hands on his balls, when she heard her phone ring in Suraj's pocket.

She took her hand off his balls and took the phone out.

"It's my husband. Shhhh...."

Aqeel slowed down his pace so their skins weren't slapping against each other. But he still kept plugging her hole in slow deep strokes. That motion made Sandhya's torso and her boobs sway back and forth slowly. Suraj grabbed one boob and started massaging it.

"Hello." Sandhya said trying to sound as normal as possible.

"Hey honey, how's it going?" Jiten said.

"Good good." Sandhya answered, naked on the floor mat being gently humped doggy style.

"What's this tuition classes thing?"

"Oh, long story. I'll tell you later." she made a mental note to come up with a believable excuse when she went home.

"I'll be working late again today."

"Mmm hmmm." Sandhya manage to turn a moan into a sound of agreement by biting her lip as Aqeel suddenly landed one extra hard thrust.

"Anyway, talk to you later." Jiten said and hung up.

Sandhya put the phone down and stayed there on all fours, still getting fucked by Aqeel, as guilt swept over her. This had started off as non-consensual. But now she was certainly a willing participant. How had that happened?

Suraj impatiently shoved his dick back in her mouth. Sandhya, still battling guilt, didn't take any effort in sucking it. But Suraj was too close to the finish. He grabbed on to Sandhya's hair and fucked her face hard until he came in her mouth.

"Swallow it, bitch!" he said, still holding her hair. Sandhya complied.

Suraj then got up and stood next to Manish, watching as the burly Aqeel continued pounding her cunt for another five minutes. When Sandhya felt the pulsating of his dick, she said,

"Not inside me."

Aqeel nodded and just before ejaculating, withdrew his dick and sprayed his seed all over her ass and back. he had of course been taking pictures the whole time.

Sandhya rolled over onto her back, exhausted and now completely stricken by the guilt and gravity of the situation.

"Please take me home." she begged Manish.

"Yeah, fine. I have dinner plans anyway."

When Sandhya went to shower in an adjoining bathroom, all three insisted she leave the dor open and watched her shower. And of course, they took pictures and videos.

Half an hour later, Sandhya was dropped off in front of her home. She hope she looked presentable and normal enough. but she knew that her life was going to be anything but normal going forward.

Sandhya entered the house hoping she wasn't looking too obviously like she had just been fucked. But her family didn't note anything remiss. She talked to the kids and adults in the house about mundane stuff and soon had almost forgotten than she had been through a gang bang with three of her students. Jiten came home late as usual, exhausted.


Sandhya seriously contemplated telling him what had happened. But he was so weighed down with other problems that she didn't have the heart to further burden him. Besides, he might get angry and do something radical. And Manish's father's contacts meant he would probably get in trouble. Sandhya decided to deal with the situation on her own.

The next morning, Sandhya got ready and went to college as usual. She entered the staff room where other faculty were still looking at her curiously. She met their gazes and wondered how much they knew. Were these looks about the examination hall incident or had Manish done something stupid like boast about how he had banged her with his friends. It was a small gossipy town where rumors spread fast.

Sandhya decided to focus on her work instead. She took out the stack of exam papers and started correcting them. On top were the three brand new exam papers written by the proxies for Manish, Suraj, and Aqeel. She sighed, got up and walked to the principal's office who she remembered had asked her to meet him that day.

"Please have a seat, Mrs. Vora." Tripathi said, looking a lot calmer than the previous day.

"Thank you, sir."

"What have you decided?"

"You are right. I am going to correct the papers properly. I don't want to create any more trouble." she said, feeling utterly defeated at the compromise she was having to make.

Tripathi was relieved.

"Good decision, Sandhya." he said. "You have done a favor not just for the college but also yourself. You have no idea what these thugs are capable of."

Sandhya wanted to say that she knew exactly what they were capable of. But just nodded. Then she returned to the staff room. She tried to immerse herself in work, correcting the papers, But she was having a tough time concentrating. Her brain kept analyzing the previous day's events. A large part of her was angry and distressed at how Manish had used his muscle men to kidnap her and have his way with her. She couldn't go to the security officer.

She certainly couldn't go to the media now that the guys had dozens if not hundreds of naked pictures of her. Even if she was able to prove that whatever happened was against her will, having naked pictures splashed on the internet meant an instant end to her career prospects and even her family life. Manish had her completely under his thumb. As he said, he owned her ass.

Sandhya was also very conflicted by how towards the end of things, she was starting to have a good time. She hated admitting it, but her sex starved cunt had welcomed the sexual release. And the submissive instincts in her were turned on by being treated like a slave by someone else. Sandhya agonized over this for a long time, barely getting through a handful of papers.

A couple of hours later, the microeconomics class was scheduled to start. It was the final class of the term meant as a wrap-up before the two week break. Sandhya felt almost tempted to cancel class by pretending to have a headache. But she didn't want to punish other students for her predicament. Besides, considering what had happened in that farmhouse the previous evening, Sandhya was sure the three wouldn't bother coming to class.

Imagine Sandhya's surprise then when she walked into the classroom ten minutes early as per habit, and found Manish, Suraj, and Aqeel sitting in the back row along with a handful of other students. She instantly blushed at the sight of the three guys who had stripped her naked and fucked her the previous night. She was also terrified that they were telling others about this and might up the ante by doing something or saying something in class to humiliate her.

But her fears were largely unfounded. The three guys behaved and kept quiet throughout class. Once in a while, Suraj would wink at her or make weird faces and obscene gestures like grabbing his nipples. But since he was in the back row, no one except for his friends and Sandhya saw it.

Sandhya went over some tough questions in the previous day's exam. She answered doubts that many of the students had. Then she assigned the class some simple holiday homework to make sure they didn't forget the basic concepts. Her three tormentors stayed quiet throughout. Finally the period ended and Sandhya was relieved that it had passed without incident.

She started gathering her things to leave when Manish caught her eye and held up his hand to signal that she should wait. Students started trooping out of the class. A few of them hung around to ask more doubts and wish Sandhya a good break. Finally the classroom was empty except for Manish and his two cronies. Manish made a signal and Aqeel got up, walked to the door, closed it, and bolted it.

Sandhya's heart sank. Were they going to have their way with her right here on campus in the very classroom she taught in? Manish walked towards her in a cocky arrogant way. He came really close to her and gently kissed her neck.


"Manish, please, not now, now here." she begged.


"Relax, mam." he said slapping her butt gently. "I am not stupid."

Sandhya felt relieved.

"I mean, I do plan to fuck you in the classroom eventually. But not now. The time isn't right."

"What do you want, Manish?" Sandhya said in a pleading voice. "You had your way with me. I am going to give you a perfect grade on the end-term. And on any other tests and assignments going forward. You got what you wanted. Now please, just end this."

"Hahahaha." Manish laughed. "End this? It's just started, mam."

Sandhya felt a surge of distress coming on and sat down on the chair, putting her face in her palms.

"No need to act so coy and sad. We all saw how much you were enjoying yourself." Suraj said.

"Enjoying myself????" Sandhya's nostrils flared. "You assholes think I enjoy being kidnapped and bangd by a bunch of fucking political thugs?"

"Language, mam, language. Such words don't suit a professor. Your tongue is supposed to be home to goddess Saraswati." Manish said, enjoying her upset state. "Although yesterday, your tongue was home to something else."

Suraj and Aqeel laughed at this joke and Sandhya felt even more angry.

"What do you want now? Should I go back to the staff room?"

"In time, professor, in time." Manish stepped behind her and gently massaged her collarbone. Sandhya was repulsed by his sleazy touch.

Suraj came to the table and plonked down a piece of paper. Sandhya looked at it. It had three phone numbers and three email IDs.

"You see, the three of us are traveling for the holidays. Going to Goa. I'd have loved to take you along, but I know about your family situation."

"How do you...?"

"I have my ways." Manish cryptically replied. "Anyway, I know you can't leave your sick in-laws and your fatherless nephews and nieces and come have orgies with us in Goa although that is what you really want."

"I don't." Sandhya shot back.

"While we are gone, I want to make sure you don't do anything stupid. Like going to the security officer or the media. You can try, but you are the one who will end up suffering."

"I won't."

"Good. Next thing. Once college restarts, you are to stop wearing these boring saris. We have all seen what a hot body you have. And you are America returned, not some behenji. So dress accordingly."

"What do you mean?"

"Wear skirts, dresses, tops. Nice ones."

"Okay." Sandhya thought that was a reasonable demand. Back in the US, she dressed in those kinds of clothes anyway.

"Okay then. Have a happy new year. We will see you next semester."

Manish turned around and walked out.

Sandhya went back to the staff room. She corrected exam papers for a while. That's when she got a note that the HOD Dixit wanted to see her.

Dixit apologized for everything that had happened in the principal's office. He said he agreed with what she had done but given the realities of political muscle in UP, there wasn't much he could do. He had heard that she had changed her mind. He was relieved but also a bit sad. He urged Sandhya to again do her best to leave that horrible town and go somewhere better. Sandhya heard him out and just said a couple of thank you's and left. As she left, Dixit sensed that something was off. But he couldn't figure out what.

After finishing up her work, Sandhya packed up her stuff and headed home. She was waiting for an auto when suddenly the big black SUV from the previous day stopped next to her. The passenger side window rolled down and the other big brute whom she had pepper sprayed stared at her with an angry look on his face. She could see the rub marks around his eyes.


"Get in." he said gruffly pointing his thumb at the rear door.

Sandhya was scared. She thought the two big guys were here to punish her for fighting them the previous day. But she didn't have a choice even if they were. She looked around to make sure no one she knew was watching. Then opened the door and got in.

She was relieved to see Manish sitting in the back seat. And she felt weird that now the sight of Manish was causing her relief, not bother.

"Hello mam." Manish said flashing her a grin as the car started moving.

"What now?" she asked in an annoyed tone. "I need to get home."

"Come on, sweetheart." Manish said, putting his arm around her shoulder. "Have I not been taking care of your needs? I will drop you home. I just couldn't leave without a final goodbye."

"Okay." Sandhya said, relaxing a little. But she suspected there was something more to it.

The two brutes were sitting in the front silently. Occasionally, Bhura who was driving, would look at her in the rearview mirror. But mostly they just kept quiet like good employees.

"How about a goodbye blowjob?" Manish asked.

"Please Manish, not now." Sandhya protested.

"Why not?"

She indicated the two guys with her eyes. She didn't feel comfortable doing something that depraved in front of two strangers.

"You are feeling shy because of Bhura and Makhan? Hahahaha." Manish laughed. "Don't worry. They are good boys. They know when to keep their eyes, ears, and mouths closed."

"Still...." Sandhya wasn't too comfortable. She had just come to terms with the fact that for the first time in her life, she had been with more than one man at a time. At least she was physically coerced into that. But to do this willingly, just felt wrong.

"Mam." Manish said suddenly getting serious. "Why do you have to be like this? Fight me every step of the way? Do I need to keep reminding you of what I have?"

"Manish, I am doing what you ask. But you have to be reasonable too."

"I am being very reasonable. Bhura and Makhan are like my shadow. You'd better get used to their presence. Now, either you start giving me a blowjob right away or I will have to punish you."

Sandhya sighed. Manish was sitting with his thighs spread and his arms on the backrest. Obediently, she reached over with her hands and unbuckled his belt. Then she unbuttoned his jeans, and scooped his modest dick out. It was completely flaccid, making it look really tiny.

She cast one last look at the two brutes who were silently looking at the road as if they hadn't heard a thing. Then she bent down in her waist, opened her mouth, and started sucking on the little protrusion.

"Hmmm....good girl." Manish said, looking down at the mouth of his arrogant snooty professor wrapped around his dick. Finally it started coming to life.

Sandhya sucked his dick with all she had got, massaging his balls.

"You are very good at this. Lots of practice in America, huh?" Manish asked.

Sandhya didn't respond.

"I have heard that folks in America are having sex all the time with everyone."

That sounded a bit vague and generalized to Sandhya but she concentrated on making Manish erect so he could quickly cum in her mouth. Manish moved one hand to her ass and started massaging it over the sari.

"You are gifted with a beautiful ass. Even before we....became friends.....the only reason I came to class was to stare at your gorgeous ass when you turned around to write things on the blackboard. Even through a sari, it looked so shapely and inviting. Can't wait to see how it looks in a tight skirt. Or tiny shorts. Of course, I have seen it naked, and obviously that is the best view. But sometimes, tantalizing clothing can be even better."

Sandhya felt so embarrassed that Bhura and Makhan were listening to all this, fully aware that this supposedly respectable professor was bent over in the back of a car sucking a young man's dick like a whore. And now they were getting to hear lurid details too. She turned this resentment into intent and started swirling her tongue around Manish's now hard dick in a helical pattern. It's something guys always loved.

"Feeling horny?" he asked.

She shook her head, concentrating on the blowjob.

"That's another reason I hate saris. I can't fuck you or even finger you easily right now. So your needs are going unmet."

Sandhya felt like saying that her only need right now was to get away from him. But she kept fellating him.

"When you wear skirts or shorts, I will be able to fuck you even in a moving car. And give your sweet cunt a nice treat."

Finally Sandhya's tongue and lips started having an effect.

"Oh wow!!!" Manish said. He moved his hands to her head and held it in place as semen started squirting out of his dick and into his professor's mouth.

Sandhya felt the warm bitter substance fill her mouth. She knew that she'd be ordered to swallow it anyway. So she did and sat up.

"Perfect timing. We are almost there." he said.

Manish hugged Sandhya and kissed her sloppily for a minute or so before letting her go. They dropped her a couple of blocks from her house.

"I will be thinking of you everyday." he said before driving off.

As Sandhya cast one last glance at the car, she saw Makhan's face filled with contempt staring at her.

day to work on her research. She plunged herself in it to try and forget about Manish and the guys. She found herself praying that they'd have an accident in Goa and die. But she wasn't that lucky.


Jiten continued to be really busy. Sandha was tempted many times to just tell him what had happened. But she couldn't.

On the twelfth day or so, Sandhya was working on her research in the afternoon in her room when her phone buzzed. It was a message from Manish.

- Missing you a lot. Send a couple of nude pics.

Sandhya shook her head and put the phone away. It buzzed after five minutes.

- Hello?

She knew he would keep pestering her until she replied. So, feeling a little defiant, she replied.

- Not now please. You'll be back in 2 days anyway.

Sandhya sat there waiting for Manish's angry response. In her mind, she was sure that she'd have to do this anyway. But she felt compelled to resist a little. She was a little uzzled when there was no reply. She hoped he had gotten busy with something or someone else.

But then she got the shock of her life when she got an email from him half an hour later. It had a link to an xossip thread with the heading

"SLUTTY U.P. MILF HAS FUCK"

Sandhya's instant pedantic thought was to notice that the term MILF didn't really apply to her because she had no kids. But then the true potential of what this meant hit her.

With trembling hands, she opened the link. What she saw there horrified and relieved her alternately. She saw that the post had about a dozen pictures of her naked, getting fucked or oral from the guys. One picture that zoomed in on Aqeel's cock halfway up her cunt as she had one hand on her own ass to allow it easy access, looked particularly trashy. The relief came from the fact that in all the pictures, her face had been blurred. There was no reference to her name or profession or even the town.

She scrolled down and saw that the thread already had half a dozen comments praising her body. She felt a little turned on at the fact that random strangers online were looking at her private parts, and pictures of her getting fucked.

Her phone buzzed.

- Next time, there will be no blurring. This is your final warning. I expect complete and total obedience.

Sandhya sighed, got up, and closed the door to her bedroom and bolted it. She didn't want any family members accidentally walking in. She pulled down her pallu, opened her blouse, pushed up her bra and took a selfie of her tits. She sent it to Manish.

- With your face. And take the blouse and bra off.

She complied. For the next half an hour or so, Sandhya was undressed and humiliated long distance by Manish. He sent her instructions one by one. She obeyed them and sent pictures.

- Now a picture of you standing in front of the mirror only with your petticoat on, and one hand squeezing your boob.

- Now one only in panties. And with one hand down your panties. Close your eyes and lick your top lip with your tongue.

- Panties halfway down your legs, butt showing.

- Now part your ass with one hand like you did in that picture I posted so we can see your cunt and asshole.

- Write on your ass with a black marker, "PROPERTY OF MANISH SINGH" and send me a picture of that with your face showing as you are bent over.

- A shot of your pussy with your fingers parting the lips and your thumb on your hair strip.

Manish kept sending such demands and Sandhya kept obeying. As she took the pictures and sent them, she found herself getting turned on. So the next message was easy to follow.

- Take a video of you masturbating naked and send it to me. Move the camera view from your face to your pussy alternately.

Sandhya got on her bed, parted her thighs, and with one hand, held the phone focused on her pussy. With the other hand, she started fingering her clit. She moved the camera to her face, then back to her pussy, then back to her face, and so on. All this sexting had gotten Sandhya so worked up that she brought herself off to an orgasm in just 3 minutes. Biting her lips, she shuddered her way through it.

Before sending the video, she watched it herself start to end. And was partly ashamed and partly proud of how sexy and slutty she looked. Especially her face in the throes of orgasm was absolutely animalistic. As the video ended, Sandhya noted what a far cry she was from the high flying super successful PhD with a bright career ahead of her. Now she was a young bully's slave and was essentially creating amateur porn.

She sent it.

- FUCK!!! That was awesome!

The messages stopped coming. Sandhya got dressed, cried a little at how much she was being degraded, and did her best to concentrate on her research work.

Just as Jiten was about to come home, she remembered the writing on her ass. With soap and water, she did her best to scrub it off. But the market was of high quality and it took her a while to get it off. For the first time in her life, Sandhya hoped that Jiten actually WOULDN'T want to have sex that night. And of course, he was too tired to even cuddle.


Over the next couple of days, Sandhya kept checking the xossip thread every few hours. She told herself it was to make sure that Manish hadn't posted any more pictures, especially with her face showing. He hadn't. But Sandhya kept reading the responses from members that range from nice and appreciative to downright crude and disgusting. Some people just praised her huge tits and her round bubble butt. Some commented on her neatly trimmed landing strip. Others posted lurid descriptions of what they'd like to do to her, ranging from fucking her brains out to inserting a cucumber inside her ass. There were a lot of messages asking her to contact them for a good time.

Finally the break ended and the day that she was dreading arrived. In the morning, she got an SMS from Manish as a reminder.

- Remember mam, no sari

Sandhya pulled out a suitcase of clothes she hadn't worn since moving from America. Working in a college, living in a regressive unsafe town, and staying at home with in-laws and little kids meant that Sandhya had to dress conservatively. She usually stuck to saris and salwar kameez, with the occasional loose jeans or trousers. Her summer clothes from back in Boston were just sitting in the suitcase ignored. Until now.

Sandhya picked out the most modest skirt she had - formal black that ended below her knees. She then picked out a full sleeve navy blue formal button down blouse. It had a very high neck, and didn't show any cleavage at all. She didn't want to scandalize people too much in a cultural environment where a sari was like the default uniform for any female professor. She picked up her purse and other material and walked out of the room.

"Sandhya chachi, you are looking very pretty today." her 9 year old niece piped up

"Thank you, sweetie." she said.

Her sisters-in-law didn't really find her change of attire too drastic. They had always thought of her as Americanized and seen many pictures from Boston where she exclusively wore western clothing. In fact they had been surprised at how diligently she wore saris here, maybe out of novelty.

Although her family found her clothing normal, it was still a little unusual for her town especially outside the cantonment area. Not skimpy enough to cause a scandal but definitely unusual enough to draw longer than normal stares from the leery men on the street.

The driver of the auto she hailed stared shamelessly at her bare smooth white calves as she got in. He also kept checking out her bosom in the rear view mirror. While no skin was showing the well tailored was able to highlight her magnificent bust better than the multiple layers of a sari could. When he dropped her off at the college, she was relieved to get out of the auto. As she handed him the money, he rubbed her fingers and said,

"Kabhi aur koi seva ho to bataiye, madam."

She turned around, ignored his comment, and started walking away.

As Sandhya entered the campus and walked to the building, a lot of students cast her second and third glances, but politely. She was always regarded by the students as the hottest professor on campus by far. In fact many hostel polls had found that Prof. Vora was was considered prettier than the prettiest female students in college. But for most students, their appreciation of Sandhya ended at stealing occasional glances and fantasizing about her as they masturbated. Only Manish and his cronies had crossed the rubicon.

Sandhya was feeling very nervous. She had been dreading coming face to face with Manish again. The last time they met, he had made her suck his dick in a moving car. He already had the videos from that orgy. Plus he now also had pictures and a video sent by Sandhya herself from her phone. Her situation had now become so dire that with all this proof, no one would ever believe that she had originally been bangd.

"Very elegant look today, Dr. Vora!" one of her elderly female colleagues said as she walked into the staff room.

"Thank you. Just felt like trying something new in the new year." Sandhya said and sat down.

She realized that many of her male colleagues were also checking her out discreetly. Jeez, she thought, how sex starved is our society that something plain which would never get discussed in the West, is causing these men to react this way.

When she walked into the microecononomics class, she saw that Manish and his cronies were already there. Suraj and Aqeel's faces lit up. Manish just gave her a slight nod, as if to say, okay, good job.

Soon the class was full. The students had all noticed that their normally gorgeous professor was looking positively breathtaking today in Western attire. Just as she was about to start teaching, Manish caught her eye. He held up his phone and put it down.

Sandhya always kept her phone on silent during class so she hadn't heard the new message arrive. She picked up her phone and checked it.

- Open the top two buttons.

She looked at Manish. He smiled. She turned away from the class and casually loosened the top two buttons of her blouse. That didn't make her too exposed or show her cleavage or anything. Just displayed some skin under her neck that would have been visible with a sari blouse anyway. But more than the skin being displayed or not displayed, it was the fact that two buttons were open that struck Manish as naughty. A couple of other students noticed it as well.

As Sandhya began teaching, Manish focused his gaze on how fine her round ass looked in the skirt. Sandhya didn't know that he had been researching a lot about what to do with her. Having sex with her was a privilege that he could now take for granted given all the evidence he had. But he had a sick twisted mind. He wanted to break her, piece by piece, relishing the journey. Manish had gone online and read up all the blackmailed teacher erotic stories he could find. He had studied them carefully, taking notes, as if it was an academic project.

Most of those stories were set in the western world, and he knew that they couldn't exactly be replicated in Uttar Pradesh. He didn't want to push her so far that she'd get fired and then he'd lose the only thing in college that interested him. But he had enough ideas to keep going for a while. This idea of asking her to unbutton the top of her blouse had come from one such erotic story.

Halfway into the lecture, Manish briefly held up his phone again. Sandhya subtly nodded. She then gave the class a problem to do which would take five minutes. She used the lull as an excuse to check her phone.

- Drop your chalk near the first row and then bend down slowly to pick it up.

Sandhya cursed under her breath. The top two buttons being undone didn't show anything much, but if she bent down, the weight of her boobs was sure to give the students at the correct angle a glimpse of her cleavage. And that's exactly what happened.

Hari, who always sat in the first row, was stunned when Professor Vora, after dropping a piece of chalk, bent down slowly, picked it up and then slowly straightened. He got a 2-3 second direct look down her blouse and at her cleavage.

Manish chuckled when he saw how Hari reacted. As if he had seen a ghost. He even squirmed in his seat as he felt his dick stiffening a little. Sandhya noticed the look on hari's face too and she felt not only embarrassed but also a little turned on. It was less the exhibition itself, because back in the states, she had shown way more skin than this on multiple occasion. It was more the fact that a stern masterful guy controlling her had forced her to do this.

Sandhya walked back to the blackboard and started writing down some equations and resumed teaching. Manish, who had decided to go at a leisurely pace, also left her alone for the rest of the class.

Sandhya waited ten minutes outside the gate after getting done with work before catching an auto. She waited because she was sure that Manish and gang would come by to pick her up anyway. But when they didn't show up, she got in an auto and left. Throughout the ride, she kept checking outside the auto on the road, expecting the black SUV to show up any moment. The driver was confused about why she kept poking her head out.


This was also actually by design. Manish was a politician's son after all and psychological manipulation was in his genes. He knew that he held so much control over her, that she would do anything he wanted. Suraj and Aqeel had impatiently begged him to pick her up so they could go bang her again somewhere together. But Manish overruled them because had more grandiose objectives.

he wanted to fully subjugate Sandhya, not just built on blackmail, but emotionally and psychologically. he had seen that day in the farmhouse gym that she was a complex character with many competing instincts. She was very dominant and aggressive but also had a submissive streak. She fought tooth and nail while being forced into sex, but once it started, she was a more passionate and enthusiastic participant than he had ever dreamed she would be. Some times she resisted his directives and other times, seemed almost happy to follow them obediently. He had noticed how her reaction in class to doing what he told her was not primarily sadness or embarrassment but a sense of thrill get from breaking a taboo.

He thought there was a submissive exhibitionist slut inside Sandhya aching to get out. She just needed to be slowly nudged along the way, not dragged.

So Manish decided that like a good spin bowler in cricket, he needed to keep mixing things up. Spinners succeed in cricket not because of athleticism or pure speed like fast bowlers do, but because they play with the batsman's head. Manish was self-aware enough to know that he wasn't a tall handsome dude. He was a scrawny little guy with a Napoleon Complex. Plus he knew that his dick was very modest. So unlike someone like Aqeel who was blessed with a tall strapping physique and a big thick dick, the only way Manish could subjugate or even truly own a woman like Sandhya was by using his brain.

Sandhya was very nervous even after coming home. She kept thinking that Manish and his posse would land up at her doorstep and drag her out humiliatingly in front of her family. But that never happened. Sandhya went to bed partly disappointed that she had not had the sex that she was expecting to have.

The next day Sandhya wore a similar outfit and went to college. A formal button down blouse with a collar and a knee length formal skirt. This was the day when she did not have a micro period. She taught statistics to a different class and Manish and co weren't in it. But she was sure he would show up at some time or the other to extract his pound of flesh. This time she waited outside the college for nearly twenty minutes before catching the auto.

That night, Sandhya was in bed a little past 11 when Jiten came home. He was early by his standards. She was still in her skirt and blouse. Jiten was happy to see his wife in clothes similar to the ones she wore back when they were living a dream life in the states.

"Well well, it's Boston Sandhya today!" he said, smiling.

"You like it?" she said, unbuttoning half her blouse so her bra was peeking out.

"Do I?" Jiten said getting on the bed next to her.

He leaned over and kissed his beautiful wife, slipping a hand into her blouse and cupping her breasts. Sandhya kissed him back hungrily, biting his lips. She suddenly realized that she was feeling very horny. It had been several days since they had sex, so Jiten wasn't surprised. But Sandhya sensed that there was something else. It's as if her libido had been on slow burn for a while and was suddenly about to boil over.

Sandhya felt a bolt of thrill inside her and she suddenly pushed her husband to the bed and straddled him. Jiten wasn't too surprised by this. She did occasionally get very aggressive about sex. In fact that's how they had first hooked up in that bar in Boston. Sandhya took her husband's hands and put them on the opened sides of her blouse.

"Tear it off!!" she throatily said.

"What?" Jiten asked, surprised.

Grabbing his hand, she made a motion to pull the front of the blouse apart.

"Like this. Hard. Break the buttons. Tear it off."

Jiten realized that Sandhya was in the mood for dominant behavior from him. It's not something he personally really cherished but he knew she enjoyed it. So using his strong muscular arms, he spread the blouse apart with a hard jerk. Buttons flew everywhere as Sandhya's bra-covered torso was exposed.

All this while, Sandhya had been moving her hips back and forth while straddling Jiten, rubbing her crotch against his. She was happy to note that his monster dick was starting to come to life. She bent down, kissed Jiten as he unhooked her bra releasing her massive tits.

"Fuck me like a street tramp." she said.

Jiten had heard this request before. He knew what it meant. Grabbing her hard by the hair, he rolled her over on the back.

"Aaaaah!" Sandhya cried.

"I'm sorry honey. Did that hurt?" Jiten asked, releasing her hair.

"Yes, but that's the point dammit." Sandhya said hungrily. "Give me more."

With her hands, she started undoing his pants. Jiten meanwhile stripped off her skirt in the roughest way he could. he then put four fingers inside her panties and shoved two of them inside her cunt which was remarkably wet. He started finger fucking her rough and hard.

"Talk dirty to me." she whispered.

"You like that, slut?" Jiten said, trying to string together dominant and humiliating sounding sentences.

"Yes, sir." she replied.

"You want my big cock inside you.........you bitch!" Jiten said.

"I do!!!"

Jiten pulled her panties off forcefully, making them rip in the process. Sandhya loved that. He slipped off his pants and entered his wife in one powerful thrust.

"OHHH YEAHHHHH!!!" Sandhya shrieked.

Jiten worried that his family members could have heard that, but he knew better than to try to stop Sandhya when she was in such a mood. He started pounding her cunt in deep forceful strokes. Sandhya wrapped her legs around his ass and pulled him in until his dick was buried to the hilt. Jiten fucked her hard for a good five minutes, during which Sandhya was having a good time. But still feeling like something was missing.

"Slap me." she whispered in his ear.

Jiten took one hand off her boobs and slapped her mildly across the cheek.

"Harder."

He slapped the other cheek slightly harder.

"HARDER!"

Slap.

"HARRRRDERRRR!!!"

Jiten felt very uncomfortable as he laid one more slap, the hardest he could without hurting her.

"I said HARDER!!!" Sandhya said, clenching her teeth.

"Sorry honey, but I can't. Any harder and you'll get seriously hurt and bruised."

"I don't care." she hungrily said.

"I do."

Jiten suddenly felt Sandhya's quaking and shivering body that seemed possessed, go slightly limp and well, "normal" as if the ghost had left it. Her expression changed from that of a sexual maniac to a passionate wife. She pulled Jiten into a kiss and said,

"I love you."

"I love you too."

Jiten fucked his yearning wife for a good half an hour in different positions tenderly before she got on her knees and sucked his cock dry. She went to the bathroom to clean herself. When she came back, her exhausted husband had fallen asleep on his stomach, his well toned muscular ass and thighs naked and exposed. Sandhya lovingly kissed her husband's butt, then kissed him on the cheek, and went to sleep next to him.

Sandhya tried to sleep but she couldn't. She was wracked by confusion and guilt. What led to the confusion was that when Jiten had been slapping her and she had been begging him to hit her harder, occasionally, Manish's face flashed in place of her husband's. Her mind tried to imagine that it was Manish fucking her and slapping her instead. She was very distressed by this, which is why her mood had changed as soon as she fully grasped what was happening. She had also been unable to have an orgasm, which usually came pretty soon with Jiten's thick long dick ramming her hard.


She told herself that she was just under a lot of stress, so her mind was playing tricks on her. She finally willed herself to sleep.

The next day, Sandhya was rummaging through her western clothes suitcase to pick out clothes for college. There would be a micro period that day. She picked out another formal skirt and was about to put it on when her eyes fell on a casual red mini skirt. It wasn't too short. Ended about an inch above her knee. But it was shorter and more colorful than the dark formal skirts she had worn so far. Something inside her made her choose the red mini skirt.

To go with it, she chose a casual black top. It wasn't button down all the way but had a collar and a V-neck with two buttons. The junction of the V stopped just above her cleavage. And its cut fit her big boobs perfectly, accentuating them. When she got dressed and looked in the mirror, she saw an avatar of her that she had hidden away since moving to India. She looked like the sexy young 28 year old siren that she was, not a frumpy matronly professor. She looked more Sandhya than Dr. Vora in these clothes.

She then slipped on her comfortable platforms. But then decided they didn't match well so chose red high heels. Nothing too much, only 3 inches.

"Wow, Sandhya chachi, very pretty again." her niece exclaimed.

This time, her sisters-in-law were a little surprised. Not at the clothes themselves. But the fact that Sandhya was wearing them to go teach at a college. Besides, she was wearing high-heels. The two widows exchanged glances, but said nothing. Sandhya noticed their judgmental glances and felt a little peeved. But she had gotten along well with them so far, so didn't want to pick a fight.

The autow,.' that Sandhya got that day turned out to be a very decent old man. He didn't stare at her legs, check out her boobs in the mirror, and the couple of times he spoke to her, he respectfully called her "beti". Sandhya was partly relieved that she didn't get another leching driver. But a part of her missed the attention she usually got.

When she walked into the staff room, a lot of heads turned. Dixit, the HOD, was sitting there talking with a couple of colleagues. He frowned a little, got up and walked towards her.

"Good morning, Dr. Vora."

"Good morning, sir." she replied, finding it odd that Dixit, who usually called her by her first name, was using the formal address.

"Today you're looking like a student, not a professor."

"Thank you, sir." she smiled.

"It was not a compliment, Dr. Vora." he seriously said.

Sandhya suddenly felt rage surge through her brain. She shot Dixit an angry look, and coldly said,

"Is there a dress code I am breaking, sir?"

"No, of course not."

"Does my contract stipulate that I should always be wrapped in a sari? Or would you prefer if I wore a burqa?"

"Sandhya, come on!" Dixit was a little hurt at her petulant replies. He had always cared a lot for her, thinking of her as an academic daughter of sorts. They had always enjoyed a good professional and personal relationship.

Now she stood next to him, glaring, with her arms folded across her chest. Dixit didn't like confrontations. He turned around and walked away.

Everyone in the staff room had seen this confrontation. There was a hushed silence for a few seconds as Sandhya sat down and started going over her lecture notes. She could feel everyone staring at her. Finally everyone got back to their conversations.

Sandhya reached class a little late that day because she was answering a call from her parents in Himachal Pradesh. When she arrived, the class was already full and the room was filled with the din of talking. As soon as she walked in, everyone fell completely silent.


"Good afternoon, everyone." she said after the silence lasted a few seconds.

"Good afternoon, mam." the class replied in a chorus.

Some students had already seen Sandhya earlier in the day and the news had spread throughout the college that Dr. Vora was dressed like a "South Delhi type". What Sandhya was wearing wasn't too short or revealing by any means. Although not common in small town Uttar Pradesh, fashionable girls in big cities like Delhi and Mumbai wore such clothes all the time to college. But it was rare, in fact unheard of, for a college professor to be dressed like this. Add to it the fact that Sandhya was a tall beautiful buxom woman. That just made her a sight to see. More than half of her long creamy white legs were on display.

In the back row, Manish observed his "property" with a sly grin. He was delighted to note that she had shortened her skirt and lowered her neckline without being ordered to do so. He had been planning to ask her to do that in a week or so anyway. Here she was, a week ahead of schedule, having done it voluntarily. Manish took this as a very positive omen for his grand design of completely subjugating her, not just blackmailing her.

Sandhya taught for about twenty minutes, making eye contact with Manish frequently. He didn't smile at her, gesture at her, or anything. Just kept calmly listening to her lecture. The rest of the class, after the initial surprise and novelty of their professor in a sexy outfit, were struggling to wrap their heads around the complicated concepts of micro-economics. And then Sandhya decided to give them a class test.

She handed out the test papers and announced,

"You have fifteen minutes."

It was a tricky test. All students started scratching their heads and working on it. Sandhya picked up her phone and saw that there were no new messages. She strolled around the classroom watchfully, making sure as always that there was no copying going on. Her high heels made rhythmic clickety clack sounds as she walked on the hard floor. Her stroll eventually took her to the row where Manish was sitting on the edge seat in the last row. Suraj and Aqeel were sitting to his left. They were the only students in the last row.

As Sandhya walked up the aisle, she looked at <anish with a neutral expression. He was sitting there just shaking his pencil up and down. He had a hint of a smile on his face. Professor and student gazed at each other for a few seconds as she walked in his direction. She turned around and stood with her back to the wall next to Manish.

"Ten more minutes!" she announced loudly.

"Yes, mam." the class said without looking back. It was a really tough test.

A few seconds later, Sandhya got goosebumps as she felt Manish's fingers on the back of her knee. Why was this scrawny weasel able to give her goosebumps, she said to herself angrily. He slowly stroked the back of her thigh teasing her long leg, running his fingers up under her skirt. Then he moved his fingers to her other leg and repeated the procedure.

Sandhya was watchful, making sure none of the other students were looking back. Only Suraj and Aqeel were watching, doing their best to control their giggles. Eventually, Manish brought his hand up to her ass and stroked it over her panties. he fondled it gently for a few seconds.

And then Sandhya almost let out a gasp. Manish put his fingers into the back of her panties and started tugging it down. She threw him a panicked look, but he was looking away. She again scanned the room making sure no one was looking back at her to see what was happening.

Manish pulled the back of the panties all the way down to under her ass. He then swiftly moved his hand to the front and tugged the panties down from there, gently stroking her landing strip shaped pubic hair as he did so. And then he pulled it down farther.

Alarm bells were going off in Sandhya's head as her student slipped off her panties right in the middle of the classroom. Her heart was beating faster than it ever had. As the panties were pulled down below her skirt, around her knees, and lower, Sandhya was positive that someone would look back. But no one did. Eventually the panties were around her high heels. It had seemed like the whole process of de-pantying her had gone on for hours when in reality it had taken less than ten seconds. Sandhya quickly stepped out of the panties. Manish bent down, picked them up, and passed them to his left.

Suraj smelled them and then put them in his pocket.

Terrified that Manish would do something more, Sandhya slowly walked away from him. She couldn't believe that she was a college professor in her own classroom, wearing nothing under her skirt.