05-03-2019, 03:57 PM
Sandhya walked away without any panties, trying to get used to the strange sensation of her pussy being completely exposed under her skirt. It's not like she had never been pantyless before. She and Jiten had experimented a lot sexually and often when they were out in clubs partying, he would slip off her panties and finger her under the table. But that had always been at night, after having a few drinks. Being sans panties in the middle of the day, that too in a classroom? Sandhya felt distraught but also a little turned on.
"Five minutes." she reached the front of the class and announced. There were nods and murmurs.
She looked up at the last row. Suraj and Aqeel were still smiling. Manish looked into her eyes and beckoned her over with his finger. Shaking her head, Sandhya walked back towards him. She was terrified. She was sure he would finger her clit in class, now that she was naked under the skirt. She would probably let out a moan, everyone would see, the fling would get exposed, and her career would be over. But she couldn't afford to disobey Manish. And at this stage, she found herself unable to disobey Manish.
When she reached him, she was dreading the worst. He reached out with his hand. But instead of sliding it up her panties, he used it to pass a folded note to Sandhya. She was surprised by this. She opened it and quickly read it.
OPEN YOUR TWO BUTTONS, GO TO HARI, BEND DOWN, AND ASK HIM IF HE HAS ANY QUESTIONS. STAY BENT FOR TEN SECONDS. I WILL BE COUNTING.
Sandhya looked at Manish horrified. Her V-neck top had only two buttons. If she opened them and bent down, Hari would get a full view of her cleavage and her bra-covered breasts. Sandhya could understand Manish using him as her plaything and sharing her with his two friends. Why was he making her expose herself to geeky Hari?
She felt two stern pats on her butt over her skirt as Manish indicated that she should go and follow his orders.
Sandhya's heart was thumping wildly against her ribs as she walked to the front of the class, slowly opening the two buttons on her V-neck top. She reached the front row, and cast a pleading look at Manish. He signaled with his eyes that she should get on with it.
Sandhya reluctantly walked towards Hari. He was so busy scribbling his answers to the test that he didn't even register her presence. Until she bent down, put her elbows on his desk, and felt her top fall away under the pressure of the weight of her huge tits.
"Any questions, Hari?" she asked in a low voice.
Hari looked up startled. And the first thing he saw through his thick bottle glasses was Sandhya's smooth chest skin bordered by black fabric, followed by two white mounds surging up from that skin and covered by a black bra. He was getting a clear look at his professor's ample cleavage just inches in front of his face. He stared at it for two seconds before forcing his eyes to move up. He looked into Sandhya's big brown eyes.
"Mam?" he finally managed to splutter.
Sandhya had a count going inside her head. She was ordered to stay bent for ten seconds. She was at four when she said,
"Do you have any questions? You usually have questions."
Hari found his eyes moving back down to gaze at her exposed cleavage. His mind noted how huge her big boobs looked straining against her top. He stared at the cleavage for a couple of moments, feeling an erection forming in his pants. He then looked up again.
"No mam." he said.
Sandhya's count was at seven.
"Are you sure? No questions at all?"
Sandhya found herself bending forward even more, exposing more of her bra-covered breasts. Hari looked down her top again, swallowing nervously a couple of times. Finally the count in her head reached ten.
"Okay then!"
She straightened and walked away. Hari gazed at her ass shaped perfectly by her red skirt as she did so. He could feel his erection growing. He slid forward in his seat to hide it under the desk. He looked to his left and right. His neighbors hadn't noticed anything. They were busy with their tests.
Sandhya looked at Manish, who had an appreciative grin on his face. He nodded a couple of times.
"One more minute and time is up." Sandhya said, feeling a little breathless. She also felt a bit of moistness between her thighs. She realized that she had gotten aroused again at being forced to expose herself to Hari by Manish.
"Okay, time is up." Sandhya announced.
She was having a difficult time keeping her voice normal. Although Manish hadn't even touched her pussy or clit, she was very wet. And it was because of the things he had masterfully done. Divested her of her panties in the middle of her class. And then made her flash her deep luscious cleavage to an unsuspecting nerdy student for ten whole seconds. Sandhya hated to admit it but she was feeling so randy that she hoped Manish would whisk her away somewhere with his buddies and bang her as soon as possible.
The students handed their answer sheets forward to the first row as was the system set up by Sandhya for class tests. Then the students on the edge in the first row collected the paper and handed them. She noticed that the stack of papers on the right side of the class landed on Hari's desk. He was still staring at her. He finally noticed the stack. Then he said to the guy next to him,
"Could you please take these to mam?"
And he squirmed uncomfortably in his seat. Sandhya blushed as she realized that her little stunt ordered by Manish had given the poor guy an erection.
Sandhya collected the papers that got handed to her and made a stack out of them. That's when the bell rang, indicating that the period had ended. Students started getting up to leave. Sandhya shouted out the readings she wanted them to do for the next class.The students nodded as they started trooping out.
Sandhya looked up at the last row. She expected some kind of gesture or signal from Manish, the guy who had just slipped off her panties and gotten her worked up. But she saw that he was looking elsewhere. Only Suraj was staring at her.
Manish got up and sprinted down the aisle. And then he shouted out,
"NEHA!!! NEHA SHUKLA!!!"
Neha, who Sandhya considered her brightest student, looked up as she was walking out.
"Could you please hang on a minute? I need to talk to you. It's about the student elections."
"Sure." she said.
And then Manish jogged past Sandhya without giving her as much as a look, joined Neha and walked out with her.
Sandhya waited until all the students left, including Suraj and Aqeel. She then gathered her stuff and walked out of the classroom.
Sandhya started walking back to the staff room, a little disappointed that after all that she had done in class obediently, Manish had just gotten up and walked away, talking with another girl. She walked down the corridor of the building. She was two floors away from the staff room.
Sandhya had her purse and the stack of the test papers in her hand as she walked around a corner. There was a small room there where the peons stored their cleaning supplies. She absent-mindedly noted that the door seemed slightly ajar. Just as she was walking by it, it opened and an arm whisked her inside the small 4 ft X 8 ft room.
"EEEEEEEEEEE!!!" Sandhya instinctively yelled throwing up her arms and punching her attacker right in the face. This made the papers in her hand go flying in the air and land spread out on the floor.
"Owwww!!! You bitch!! Do you have to keep hurting me?"
Her attacker staggered back against the far wall, rubbing his cheek.
"Suraj!!! What the hell? You surprised me!!!" she said, defensively, suddenly remembering that he had fucked her the most skillfully that night.
Sandhya saw the papers spread on the floor. Her meticulous professor's instinct kicked in, and she bent down, facing away from Suraj, gathering the papers. What Suraj saw was her ample ass accentuated by the red skirt, thrust up in a most inviting manner. He quickly unzipped his pants and fished out his rapidly hardening dick.
"What the..."
Sandhya said as she felt Suraj rush right behind her, throw up her skirt, and shove his dick into her moist cunt. As she wasn't wearing any panties, she was ready for the taking.
"Mmmmmhhhhhhhh." Sandhya moaned as the insanely hard dick penetrated her insides.
Sandhya, still bent over, with her skirt thrown above her back and ass exposed, put her hands on the floor wide to support herself as Suraj started fucking her in deep intense strokes.
"Oh fuck!" she said.
"Oh yeah!!!" he said.
Suraj had been aching to fuck this perfect woman's warm cunt for a while. The pics Manish had shown him in Goa that she had sent from her bedroom had made her hungrier still. And the shenanigans today, with her being without panties, turned him on even more. Smelling her panties reminded her of the time he first fucked her. He really wanted her again. He was getting pissed at Manish for holding them back. He couldn't understand his logic.
Suraj thought, here they had a gorgeous statuesque woman with long shapely legs, big firm tits, a nice round ass, and a perfect complexion and features. Plus, she seemed to instinctively love sex. And they had enough leverage to make her do whatever they wanted. Why then, were they not fucking her brains out every chance they got?
But Manish kept talking like a politician about some emotional and psychological subjugation crap. he kept holding him back. Suraj usually obeyed the powerful Manish. But at that moment, after watching what had happened in the classroom, he couldn't control himself. Manish had run of behind Neha Shukla, who although pretty, wasn't a patch on Sandhya Vora. He knew the route Sandhya would take to go back to the staff room. He knew of this tiny room the peons used to store their stuff. He decided to wait and pull her in.
"You really love sex, don't you?" he asked spanking her ass a couple of times.
"HARDER!" Sandhya found her voice saying.
"Harder what? Fuck you harder or spank your ass harder?"
"Both!!!" Sandhya replied. She hated to admit it but she was finding the fucking from this average sized cock in this tiny room a lot more arousing than her husband's big dick fucking her in bed the previous night. There was something very depraved and forbidden about this setting that turned her on.
Suraj was delighted. He started ramming her cunt with every force he could muster up and started spanking her really hard, every blow leaving a red mark. Sandhya's hands were still on the floor, clutching on to some of the test papers. She was completely bent over like a monkey, getting fucked by her student in a peon's closet. And she was loving it. Suraj wasn't much in terms of size, but he had the instinctive ability to find the right angles and use the right tempo.
Suraj continued punishing his professor with hard spanks as he fucked her. She kept moaning and groaning in delight.
"You're such a slut, mam!" he said as he grunted.
Suraj's fucking instincts were successful in pumping up Sandhya's inner engines. She could feel big bursts of pleasure starting from her groin and spreading all over her body. She knew that if Suraj adjuste his angle and speed a little bit, she could have the orgasm soon. But she was starved for it. She couldn't wait.
"Where are you going?"
Suraj asked as Sandhya pushed her hips forward, making his dick slide out. The horny professor straightened and turned around, with an insanely lustful expression on her face.
"Get on your back." she said, aggressively.
"Yes, mam!" Suraj said, delighted at the hungry tone in her voice.
Holding her skirt up around her waist, Sandhya put her legs on either side of Suraj's waist. Then, giving him a great look at her naked pussy, she started squatting down.
"Hold your cock up straight." she said. He obeyed.
Sandhya eventually lowered her ass enough so that she allowed Suraj's perpendicular dick invade her wet cunt again. Then she rested her knees on the floor, put her hands on his chest, and started riding him.
Suraj was amazed at how randy his professor was being. he thought he would have to coax and threaten her into sex. After all, she was Manish's bitch first and foremost. he thought he would have to threaten her after pulling her into the room.
But here she was, riding his cock happily on the floor. Her hips swayed back and forth and in a circular motion. Suraj pulled up her top and started playing with her tits over her bra. Sandhya went one step further by pulling up her bra and exposing her naked tits.
Her cunt muscles were firmly clasping onto his dick as she gyrated on top of him. Sandhya was skilled at the woman-on-top position. She knew exactly which way to move and at what speed to hasten her orgasm. And she had been randy all week.
"AHHHH YEAHHHH!!!" she shouted as the orgasm started rolling in.
Suraj could not believe the sight of this hot busty woman on top of him cumming. He went over the edge too. And grunted throughout. he pulled her down and held her in his embrace as he thrust his dick up, shooting his semen into her cunt.
Suraj and Sandhya had simultaneous orgasms for about twenty seconds. He had pumped his cum right up her pussy. And then they both exhaled and lay there spent.
In her mind, Sandhya check marked another boundary she had crossed. Had sex in the college building with a student. She rolled off Suraj, his softening dick sliping out of her cunt, as his cum oozed down her thighs.
Once Sandhya got over her carnal wave of an orgasm, practicalities started flooding her mind. She had just been pumped full of semen. She was on the pill, so pregnancy wasn't an issue. But she was wearing a short skirt without any panties and was inside a small closet type room. She could not let the cum stain her skirt. There was only one way.
Suraj watched amazed as his professor,holding up her skirt, started dipping her fingers into her cunt, scooping out the cum, and eating it. She cleaned her inner thighs and ass, rolling around on the floor, and licked her fingers to get rid of any evidence of the sex she had just had. Suraj loved how this tall statuesque hottie looked with her pussy and ass rolling all over the floor as she hungrily ate every last drop of his jizz.
"You really are a slut." he said zipping up his pants.
Sandhya rolled over on her knees and started collecting the test papers. Suraj got down to help her.
"I assume we are getting a good grade on this." he said.
"What do you think?" Sandhya said.
She still couldn't believe what she had done. Giving undeserved full marks to some students seemed like child's play by comparison.
Suraj stepped out of the room first and looked around to make sure no one was watching. He then beckoned Sandhya, who cautiously walked out. And the two went their separate ways.
Getting fucked in that forbidden spot in college didn't fully satisfy Sandhya's lust. It just amplified it. As she sat in the staff room, consciously pantyless under her skirt, she tried to correct the test papers. But her mind kept replaying the events of that day. She was feeling very horny. She kept checking her phone to see if there were any messages from Manish but he was maintaining radio silence.
As the day progressed, Sandhya's mood changed from horny to guilty. What was she turning into? She had talked back to Dixit, someone she respected a lot. She had voluntarily dressed in clothes skimpier than demanded by Manish. She had allowed him to take off her panties. And then had sex with Suraj like a nympho. She was losing control of herself. She decided to correct her behavior as much as possible.
That evening, Sandhya was waiting for the auto when the black SUV approached. But it drove by her without even slowing down. Sandhya was partly relieved. She finally caught an auto and was on her way home.
This auto driver also seemed to have a roving eye. He had stared at her legs shamelessly when she got in, and kept checking out her boobs. She also noticed that a few times, he almost seemed to aim for potholes in the road to make her tits bounce extra. Sandhya sat in auto, keeping her thighs tightly together, mindful of the fact that she didn't have panties underneath. The amount of skin on display was still unusual enough for the creepy driver to keep staring.
And then the elements conspired against Sandhya. At one stretch of the road, the wind suddenly picked up. The auto was obviously open on both sides. The wind rushed in, and made Sandhya's skirt billow up. The driver happened to be staring at her in the rear view mirror at exactly that time and his eyes went wide in shock as the front of the skirt flew up, revealing the beautiful high class woman's naked pussy.
Sandhya was horrified and immediately pushed the skirt down tightly, and looked at the driver's eyes in the mirror with an ashamed expression on her face. She was terrified that he would try to take advantage of her. He looked like a big guy so he could've easily overpowered her if he wanted. Luckily for Sandhya, he satisfied himself with a chuckle. The roads he was driving through were reasonably crowded and he knew that if he tried something, it would attract attention.
An ashamed Sandhya didn't feel comfortable taking the auto all the way home. That would mean showing him where she lived and he could create problems. So she asked him to stop about a kilometer away and decided to walk home from there.
"Kitna hua?" Sandhya asked, getting down holding her skirt down carefully with one hand.
"Vaise to chaalis rupaye, par aap ke liye free."
"Kyun?" she asked.
"Humaari taraf se choot dikhai samajh lijiye." he said and started laughing.
Disgusted, Sandhya took out two 20 rupee notes, threw them at him and started walking. The driver was laughing behind her.
The next day, Sandhya woke up feeling really depressed at what a humiliating day she had experienced the previous day. From being stripped off her panties to being fucked in a peon's closet to inadvertently flashing her naked pussy to a random auto driver. And she was well aware that all this was her own fault on some level. She did not need to wear such a bold outfit. Manish hadn't even asked for it. She was relieved that it was her non-teaching day so at least she'd be spared humiliation in her own classroom. But she had the premonition that today was the day Manish would try something more.
So when it was time to get dressed, Sandhya again wore a modest formal skirt and a formal button down blouse with a high neckline. She also packed an extra pair of panties in her purse just in case.
Sandhya got to college without incident. As she was walking to the staff room, she passed by Dixit and said good morning to him. But he ignored her with a cross look on his face. She reached the staff room and started working on corrections and other notes. Most of the day passed without any trouble.
Just as Sandhya was relieved that she would get a day's peace at last, her phone buzzed at about 2 o'clock.
- COME TO THE STUDENT UNION OFFICE AT 5 PM.
Sandhya hung her head in distress. What did Manish have planned for her now?
The student union office was in an isolated small single storey building at the far corner of the campus. It had been the college canteen once upon a time before the college grew in size and the canteen was shifted to a bigger location. This small 3 room building had since been converted into the student union office. Not much happened there. It was closed most of the time.
Student unions in U.P. did very little work for the welfare of students. They were mainly seen as finishing colleges for aspiring thug-politicians. Being elected to lead the student union was considered as a signal that the person was important enough to enter real politics. Once the elections were done, the office mostly stayed closed because office bearers rarely showed up to class.
Failing in his first year meant Manish hadn't been able to contest elections. But the guy who ran and eventually won was essentially Manish's puppet, as were the other office bearers. Manish was the de facto student union leader. He even had the only copy of the keys to the office.
Sandhya reached the isolated building at 5 and saw that it was locked. Expecting some more debauchery from Manish, she had called home and told her family that she would be late because of another student tuition session. She had sent Jiten the same text to which he replied, "ok".
Sandhya stood outside the locked building for several minutes, looking around. Most of the college emptied out after 5 when classes ended. She waited as the minutes ticked by and it was 5:15. Maybe, she hoped, Manish had gotten stuck elsewhere. Or he had forgotten. She decided that five more minutes and she would leave. After all, she had gotten there on time as instructed. If he didn't show up, that wasn't her fault.
At 5:20, Sandhya started walking away when suddenly Manish and Suraj appeared on a motorcycle. Aqeel was on another motorcycle.
"Where are you off to, mam?" Manish said sarcastically.
Sandhya sighed, turned around, and walked back to the building.
Manish took out a set of keys and opened the lock. His two cronies and Sandhya followed her inside.
"What do you want now, Manish?" she asked in an irritated tone of voice.
Manish sat down on a chair behind a big desk with the sign "Student Union President" on it and smiled at her.
"Are you bipolar by any chance? Schizophrenic?" he asked.
"What are you talking about?" she hotly asked.
"You seem like two different people at times. When i am asking you to do something, you fight me all the way. And yesterday, you showed up in that whore-ish dress and high heels on your own. You happily get fucked by Suraj in some dingy little room. And now you are being hostile as if you don't want to be here." he said, with his hands folded behind his head. "What's up with all that?"
Sandhya didn't know what to say.
"Why am I here?" she asked as she stayed standing in front of the desk. Suraj and Aqeel were sitting on a couple of chairs along the wall.
"All in good time, mam. All in good time. For now....there's a little kitchenette in the other room. Be a nice girl and go make 6 cups of tea." he ordered as if Sandhya was his maid.
Sandhya glared at him. But she knew she'd have to do whatever he asked anyway. Reluctantly, she walked to the other room.
As Sandhya put the water on the stove to boil for the tea, she could overhear the conversations happening outside. The topics had nothing to do with her. They were talking about the upcoming student elections, campaigning, fund-raising, candidates, etc etc. She looked at the six cups she had taken off the shelf. Suddenly she realized that it meant there would be more people joining them. That made a pit of doom form in her stomach. She hoped it would be Bhura and Makhan or someone like that who already knew of her humiliation, and not new people, especially students.
A few minutes later, the water came to a boil. She put the tea leaves in and covered the pot. That's when she heard a knock on the door outside. The door was opened and she heard a few footsteps and more voices. Sandhya cautiously moved behind the kitchenette door and was disappointed to note that the two newcomers were actually students. She had seen them around campus hanging out with Manish and his gang a few times, but she didn't know their names.
Manish was making small talk with them asking how their term break went and other stuff. After a few minutes, he shouted,
"How long does it take to make fucking tea? Bring it out!"
Sandhya shook her head, walked back to the counter, and poured out the tea with milk and sugar. She placed the six cups on a tray and walked out.
The two guys were shocked to see her and stood up respectfully.
"Good evening, mam." they both chorused.
"Good evening." Sandhya said and looked at Manish.
Manish gestured with his hands that she should serve the tea to everyone. She gave a cup to Manish, then to the other four guys sitting on chairs around the room. The two newcomers were confused as to why a professor was serving them tea like a maid. But they didn't say anything.
Sandhya finally had one extra cup left on her tray.
"You can have that." Manish generously said. "And have a seat."
Sandhya sat on a chair farthest from the others, avoiding eye contact with the newcomers, sipping her tea.
"So then.... Ajit, Biju, you two are my finalists for the vice-president's post." Manish said and started talking. "Whichever one of you I choose, will be vice-president for the next three years effectively. I don't have to tell you how important the post is."
They both nodded. Sandhya wondered why she was made to be present for this banal political discussion.
"And you know how things work. To get the nomination, you have to earn it. I need you to be the main fund-raisers for my campaign. I am hoping each of you can get at least 5 lakhs each from donors."
"Five lakhs!!! Come on, Manish bhaiyya." Ajit, tall and broad-shouldered spoke up.
Manish held his palm up.
"Let me finish." he said. "Five lakhs each. At least. Whichever one of you raises the most money for me by the end of campaigning, will get the vice-president's post after I win the election. The other, will be nominated as Cultural Secretary."
The two of them sat there looking a little worried. That was a big amount to raise for a local college's elections. Biju, the other guy, short and stocky, had been silent so far. he kept looking at Sandhya in confusion. Finally he spoke up.
"Why is Professor Vora here?"
Sandhya looked up at the mention of her name.
"Oh yes, I forgot." Manish said dramatically slapping his forehead. "She is the other prize."
"WHAT???" Biju asked.
"Simple. Whichever one of you raises the most money gets the VP's post. And also, gets the services of Professor Vora here for one hour."
There was utter silence in the room. Sandhya was shocked. She knew Manish had a twisted and depraved mind but she hadn't expected this. Suraj and Aqeel, who already knew of the plan, were smiling. Ajit and Biju were looking at each other in confusion, trying to comprehend what they had just heard.
"You mean like......for tuitions or something?" Akhil finally spoke up.
Manish, Suraj, and Aqeel started laughing. Sandhya just sat there staring at her hands.
"If you want to use that hour for tuition, that's your call. But I would use it differently."
"What.....I don't.......WHAT?" Biju said.
Manish shook his head and smiled. He then said,
"Mam, come here please."
Sandhya got up, and keeping her gaze downwards, approached him. Manish pulled her onto his lap. She perched on it uncomfortably. The two newcomers were shocked to see this gorgeous statuesque professor sitting timidly on the short scrawny guy's lap like she was his plaything.
"For instance, her tits. Her tits are gorgeous." Manish said, starting to unbutton her blouse.
Sandhya kept staring at her feet as Manish opened her blouse all the way and slipped it off, leaving her wearing only a white bra from the waist up. Ajit and Biju stared hungrily at the professor's humongous tits barely contained in the bra cups.
"Her ass is even better."
Manish patted Sandhya on the ass signaling that she should get up. Sandhya was feeling humiliated but also incredibly turned on at being treated like a sexual slave in front of an audience. She willingly got up and turned around. She then unzipped her skirt and pushed it down, leaving her only in her underwear. All the guys in the room stared at how incredible her shapely round ass looked covered in modest pink panties. Biju noticed that there were goosebumps all over her body.
Sandhya then bent over without any prompting, giving an even better look at her spectacular ass to everyone in the room. Manish chuckled at this, surmising correctly that she was getting turned on by the humiliating. He gently stroked her pussy mound and observed that the crotch of her panties was indeed moist.
"Can we.....see more?" said Ajit, who was coming to terms with what an incredible situation he was in.
"This is it for now. The rest will be seen and tasted and used by whichever one of you raises the most money." Manish said, spanking Sandhya's ass loudly. She let out a small yip.
Sandhya wondered if she should put her clothes back on again, now that the exhibition was over. But Manish had other ideas.
"Don't think she is just a pretty lady who is cold in bed because she is a professor. She is very talented." Manish said and then with an exaggeratedly polite voice said. "Mam, please suck my dick."
Sandhya couldn't believe it when she found herself instantly getting on her knees in front of Manish. She fished out his dick which was semi-erect, opened her mouth, and started sucking it.
The two VP contenders watched in amazement as the gorgeous professor, clad in just her bra and panties, kneeled on the floor and started giving Manish head like a hungry whore. Biju couldn't take his eyes off her ass, and imagined how it must look naked. Ajit stared at her exposed deep cleavage that even in the modest bra, he estimated was at least 4 inches. He couldn't wait to check out how big her tits were when exposed.
The entire room watched silently as Sandhya hungrily sucked her tormentor's dick. She was almost showing off, running her tongue up and down the side, pressing the head between her lips, occasionally licking the balls.
KNOCKNOCKKNOCK!!
There was a polite knock on the door. Sandhya froze.
"Who's there?" Suraj shouted.
"Neha." the voice said.
"Shit, the bitch is early." Aqeel said.
"Let her in." Manish said.
Sandhya tried to get up and reach for her clothes, saying,
"Please Manish, not in front of....."
"Shut up and keep doing what you're doing!" he slapped her hard across the face and pushed her down again. Sandhya hated herself for the fact that her cunt got wetter at the slap.
Sandhya had been sucking Manish's dick right next to the chair. She was relieved that he now pushed her under his desk which had a wooden side in the front. That way, she was at least hidden. She adjusted herself inside the tiny space, which was tough given her height. And she started sucking his dick again as instructed.
"Open the door." Manish said.
Suraj obeyed him and Neha Shukla walked in.
Sandhya was feeling mortified sucking Manish's dick under the table as her favorite student walked in.
"Manish, who the fuck do you think you are threatening my friends?" Neha stormed in and walked up to the table. Sandhya slid lower to avoid being spotted.
Manish stared at Neha with a wry smile. he then looked at Akhil and Biju and said,
"You two can leave. You have heard my offer."
The two guys obediently got up and left. Suraj closed the door behind them.
Neha was standing with her arms crossed in front of her chest, looking very upset.
"What are you talking about, Neha?" Manish sweetly asked.
"Those two big louts of yours just threatened my friends against working on my campaign." she said hotly.
"I tried to explain to you sweetly yesterday, Nehu darling." Manish said, stroking Sandhya's hair.
"Don't call me that." Neha shot back. "We've been broken up for a year."
This piece of information startled Sandhya and she jerked, making her head hit the lower side of the table. Neha heard the thump and looked at Manish suspiciously.
"Oh please.....don't tell me. You have some whore under the table sucking your dick like you used to make me do?"
Sandhya took the dick out of her mouth in shock. She had always thought Neha was a sincere smart decent student. The information that she used to be Manish's girlfriend was shocking. Not only was Neha smart and accomplished, but she was from a good family and was good looking. With a smooth dusky complexion and a petite figure, she was certainly out of Manish's league. But then, Sandhya told herself, she herself wasn't exactly in his league and yet here she was, sucking his dick under a table in her underwear.
"Jealous?" Manish chuckled. "You can join her if you like."
Neha just snorted derisively.
"Nehu darling, just admit that you have filed candidacy papers for President just to get back at me."
"Oh please. Stop being so full of yourself. I filed the papers because what this college needs is an actual student union president, not some spoilt bully who is skating by on daddy's reputation."
"I'll include you on my cabinet."
"Fuck your cabinet." Neha shouted. "I will beat you easily. You overestimate your clout and your muscle. Your dad might be a big hot shot minister in Lucknow but in this town, you're just a pathetic little bully."
"Oh really?"
"Yeah. Try all your browbeating tactics and throw as much money into this as you like. I am going to beat you." Neha said.
Sucking Manish's dick again, Sandhya was amazed at the courage Neha was showing.
Manish's face got very serious. The usual arrogant jocular tone was gone when he spoke,
"Listen Neha. I care about you so I am telling you this quietly. Don't try to challenge me. You have no idea what I am capable of."
"Sending some goons to bash people up? Any thug can do that."
"Then see this."
Manish pushed his chair back while seated, grabbed Sandhya's hair and pulled her forward. Coughing, Sandhya was dragged out from under the table. Neha first saw a fair skinned naked woman's back, then her panty-covered ass being dragged out. Manish turned Sandhya's head sideways. And Neha finally saw it.
"Vora mam!!!!!" Neha put her hands on her wide open face and said in shock.
"Yes, your fucking precious Vora mam." he said, dragging Sandhya up to her feet and then pushing her forward so her chest was on the top of the table. Sandhya averted Neha's eyes as she was now being humiliated in front of her favorite student.
Neha watched in shock as Manish roughly pulled Sandhya's panties down and entered her. Sandhya let out a gasp as she realized how wet she was. Manish then grabbed her head and pulled it up as he started fucking her in angry hard strokes.
"Mam......how could you?" Neha said in a voice sounding very hurt. She had always looked up to Sandhya. She loved economics and hoped to follow in her footsteps, get a PhD and become an economist. She was thankful that the college had at least one world class teacher.
When Sandhya had taken a public stand against the cheating by Manish's proxies in the term-end exam, her admiration for the elegant intelligent professor had grown even more. Finally, someone who had the courage to stand up to this bully and do what's right, she thought.
And now the same woman was here, bare ass naked bent over a table getting fucked in the student union office.
Sandhya was feeling humiliated, but Manish's rapid strokes were turning her on. She still avoided looking at Neha.
Manish signaled to Aqeel and Suraj and the two guys rushed towards Neha. She was too stunned to realize when they both grabbed her shoulders and pushed her down on the table until her face was right next to the back of Sandhya's head.
"Let go of me, assholes!!!" Neha protested. But she was petite and the two guys were able to overpower her easily.
Manish took his dick out of Sandhya's cunt and walked around the table until he was behind Neha. He lifted the back of her kameez and untied the knot of her salwar.
"Please Manish, stop this." Neha begged as Suraj held her head down, her cheeks pressed against the wood.
Watching her pet student get molested filled Sandhya with shame and rage. A part of her flared up in anger and felt like getting up to intervene. But she knew that she was completely in Manish's control. She just stayed there, bent over on the table, her naked upturned ass exposed and sticking in the air.
Manish knew exactly how to turn Neha on. They had been a couple for nearly six months in which they had fucke almost every which way. he shoved his hands down Neha's panties and started stroking her clit in the exact manner he remembered her loving.
"Ohhhhhhh." Neha moaned as her body started betraying her.
"You've missed me, haven't you?" Manish said, stripping his ex-girlfriend naked from the waist down.
Neha moaned some more in response. Manish now shoved his dick, covered with Sandhya's juices, up Neha's cunt. She grunted. And he started fucking her in slow deliberate strokes, the way he remembered she liked. Within moments, the fight had gone out of Neha. Since their break-up, she hadn't had sex and she didn't realize how much her body craved it.
"Don't leave our illustrious professor hanging there, Aqeel." Manish said.
Aqeel, who had already gotten very hard, crossed over to the other side of the table, unzipped his pants, and rammed his thick dong into Sandhya's waiting cunt.
"Oh fuck!!!" Sandhya cried out at the sudden penetration and threw her head up.
This forced her to make eye-contact with Neha for the first time that evening. She saw a look of intense loathing in her pet student's eyes even as her nostrils flared up and down in response to the fucking she was getting. Sandhya looked away. Aqeel's dick was starting to have an effect already.
Neha watched, disgusted, as her favorite teacher and role model started moaning and shaking in response to the fucking she was getting. Neha had partly considered the possibility that Sandhya had been forced into this. But as she watched the slutty hungry look on her face and heard the animalistic groans coming out of her mouth, she realized that the professor was quite enjoying herself in the role of a slut.
Suddenly, a lot of pieces of the puzzle started falling in place. She had wondered why Professor Vora had suddenly started showing skin. Why she seemed so distracted in class and kept checking her phone so often. Why, despite her earlier protests during the term-end exam, when the results were put up, Manish and his cronies had 100 percent marks.
"Thooo!" Neha spat in Sandhya's face, and then looked away, even as her ex-boyfriend hammered her cunt mercilessly.
Manish fucked Neha and Aqeel fucked Sandhya on the opposite sides of the table for a couple of minutes. Suraj, who had earlier been holding Neha down, realized that he didn't need to do it anymore. Neha had given in, and was actually humping her ass backwards in response to Manish's strokes.
Obviously, Suraj had a massive erection of his own. He crossed over to the side of the table where Sandhya's face was resting, and shoved his erect dick in her mouth. Neha turned her face again and watched with revulsion as Sandhya hungrily started sucking Suraj's dick even as Aqeel kept pounding her pussy.
Manish eventually sot his load into his ex-girlfriend's pussy and collapsed on top of her. He started kissing her and she kissed back before pushing him off.
"Asshole!" Neha said straightening. Pulling her salwar and panties halfway up her legs, she ran to a bathroom in the back.
When Neha returned, she saw that Sandhya and her two lovers had changed positions. Sandhya was now enthusiastically riding Aqeel on top of the table, as Suraj stood on the table in front of her fucking her mouth. Manish was calmly sitting on the chair behind the table watching this erotic scene unfold at a close up distance.
He was so engrossed that he didn't realize when Neha stormed out of the room. He only raised his head when she was at the door and said,
"Drop out of the race, Nehu darling."
Neha held her middle finger up as she walked out, slamming the door shut behind her.
Sandhya was in too much sexual bliss to care. She was busy chasing an elusive orgasm.
Manish watched in delight as Sandhya rocked her hips back and forth on top of Aqeel, hungrily sucking Suraj's dick in front of her. Her hands were on the table. She was making grunting noises with her throat. Her eyes were closed and her big ass cheeks jiggled obscenely over Aqeel's hairy thighs.
"Look at the sounds she is making." Manish said. "Sounds almost like a dog. She is like a bitch in heat. My pet doggy bitch."
He spanked her ass hard a couple of times. Sandhya got even more turned on by that. This was the first time since the farm house that she was being properly fucked by these three guys and she was hating herself while acknowledging that her body was loving it more than the night she had sex with Jiten recently.
"From now on, she will be my pet doggy." Manish said, patting her ass cheeks.
Sandhya felt incredibly turned on at the submissive humiliation she was being put through. And finally her well directed hip movements started having an effect. She started cumming.
"OHHHHHH...AHHHHHHHHHHHHH...HNGGGGGGGGG." she screamed, taking Suraj's dick out of her mouth.
Watching their hot professor cum so loudly and maniacally made both Suraj and Aqeel start spurting as well. The threesome on the table achieved simultaneous orgasms, although Sandhya was the only one screaming through it. Suraj grabbed Sandhya's head and dumped his cum inside her open mouth. She instantly swallowed it.
When the three bodies stopped writhing and moving, Manish started applauding them.
"Bravo doggy, bravo!!! You should be in an erotic porno. You are wasting your life being a professor."
Aqeel roughly pushed Sandhya off him and she slid down to the floor. This intense round of fucking had tired her. She lay there, wearing only her bra, curled up in a fetal position. Aqeel went to the bathroom. Suraj got dressed.
Manish meanwhile surveyed his conquest. She was still shivering a little from the after-effects of the orgasm. She looked so delicious, curled up bottomlss on the floor, her big naked butt quivering. He knew that his hold over her was now complete. He knew that she was now doing what she was doing primarily because she loved it, and not just because of the blackmail. She loved being dominated and humiliated.
Manish stood up and walked to the other end of the room and sat on a chair. He then whistled.
"Come to me, doggy bitch, come to me." he said making smooching sounds with his lips as if summoning a dog.
Even in that exhausted state, Sandhya felt compelled to obey. She mustered all her strength and started pushing herself up. She eventually stood up, feeling weak in the knees.
"Hey, why are you standing, bitch? Come here on all fours like a good doggy."
Sandhya got on her hands and knees and started crawling towards Manish. Suraj got a great view of her fleshy ass swaying and jiggling as she did so. her boobs, still inside her bra, swung and swayed too,
"You've got a well-trained doggy, Manish." Suraj said, walking behind her, staring at her ass.
Sandhya eventually reached Manish and stayed on all fours.
"Good doggy." he said, bending down and patting her cheeks. "From now on, that's what you are. My doggy. And I am your master."
Sandhya's cheeks went red at this new humiliation, but she started feeling turned on as well. This is the sort of S&M she had been craving without even realizing it. That her master was not some big burly guy but a short thin stripling added to the kinkiness.
"Say it, doggy."
"I am your doggy bitch." Sandhya breathlessly said.
"Good. And?"
"And you are my master."
"Good girl." he rubbed her head.
Suraj was watching this feeling very amused.
"But pet dogs have a leash." he said.
"You're right." Manish reached into his pocket and took out his handkerchief.
He then tied it around Sandhya's bare neck.
"That will have to do for now." he said.
"What's all this?" Aqeel asked, walking back out.
"Mam is now my doggy bitch."
Nice." Aqeel said, spanking her ass.
"Okay doggy bitch, until I get you a good leash, you have to make sure that you have this handkerchief tied around your neck at all times when you are in my presence.And that includes in class."
"Yes, master." Sandhya found her voice saying as she stayed on all fours with her naked ass upturned.
"Good girl. Now, for tomorrow's class. I want you to wear the shortest skirt you have. No formal shit. Not even something cute like what you wore the other day. Short. I want you to look like the skanky bitch that you are."
"Yes, master."
"And let's see. A tank-top. But no bra. I want to see how your naturally huge tits look in a nice tank top."
"Yes, master."
"And don't forget the handkerchief."
"Yes, master."
"Repeat my orders back to me."
"I wear this handkerchief around my neck to show that I am your doggy bitch. I will wear my shortest skirt. And a tank top. And no underwear at all."
Manish grinned as he realized that this submissive slut had actually added one more stipulation on her own.He had said no bra. She seemed enthusiastic to be pantyless as well.
"Very good. Now crawl to the bathroom, clean yourself up, and get the hell out of here. We have actually important stuff to discuss."
The guys watched in admiration as docile Sandhya crawled away, her naked ass swaying and her pussy still sticky. She crawled back a few minutes later, and without standing up, put on all her clothes. And then she crawled out of the room silently.
She stood up only when she was outside, and started walking towards the exit, feeling a strange perverted sense of satisfaction flooding her entire being.
The next day Sandhya was absolutely on pins and needles. Much like Manish imagined, in her own mind, she had accepted him as her master. It's like she was possessed by some sex starved submissive demon. She didn't care what other students or faculty members would say. She just wanted to follow her master's orders and please him.
There were still a few practical strands of thought left in Sandhya's mind. She knew that if she got in an auto dressed the way Manish had ordered, she was sure to get waylaid and bangd even before reaching the college. So she got up really early, packed the clothes she had been ordered to wear in a bag, and walked out of the house wearing a modest skirt and blouse.
The security guards at the college were surprised to see her arrive so early. She walked past them, and then into the building. She went to the tiny room in which Suraj had fucked her the other day and then changed into the clothes she had bought. She stripped off her bra and panties, standing completely naked. Then she put on a short denim skirt that ended just a couple of inches below her crotch. It was one of her oldest skirts. Back in Boston when she was single, the skirt had bought her many free drinks in bars.
Then she pulled a black tank top over her huge tits. It barely held them inside. Her nipples were easily discernible through it. She then slipped on 6 inch high heels, even though Manish hadn't given any orders about footwear. She hoped it would please him. And then the final piece of the ensemble, she wrapped around her neck the handkerchief smelling of her master's sweat.
Although she had initially decided, to hell with what the faculty says, she felt too conscious about the idea of sitting in the staff room for a few hours before class, dressed like that, and inviting stares. So she decided to just stay in that tiny dank room, hoping no peons would come by.
Just the thought of what she was doing turned her on so much that Sandhya fingered herself to half a dozen orgasms over the next few hours in that room. She was lucky that no peons came by.
Manish and gang reached college early too, eager to see if Sandhya had indeed complied with the orders. But she was nowhere to be found. Suraj and Aqeel expressed concerns that maybe they had pushed her too far and she had run away. But Manish was confident that his doggy bitch would obey his orders. He even refused his friends' suggestions of texting her to check up where she was.
At one PM, there was a clickety clack sound of high heels outside the classroom. 90% of the jaws almost hit the table as Sandhya walked in. The reaction was too her bare long legs and how short the skirt was. Most male students felt a rumbling in their pants already.
Manish though, was disappointed. The skirt was short enough, but her torso was covered by a zipped up jacket. What had happened was, Sandhya felt really weird walking the corridor showing off everything, so she decided to cover herself up with a jacket while walking from the tiny room to the classroom.
She turned around to face the class after keeping her academic material on the table. Then all the eyes in the class widened as she unzipped her jacket and took it off. Manish was happy.
She had followed his orders to the T. The handkerchief was still wrapped around her neck. She was wearing a tight low-cut tank top that revealed about 3 inches of her ample cleavage. And the way her huge breasts hung under the top, it was obvious that she wasn't wearing a bra. There were murmurs in the classroom as most of the clueless students felt confused by what the hell was happening.
"Silence!" she said, and everyone went quiet.
She walked a few steps further, her 6 inch long heels clacking on the floor. She was already 5 ft 9. The heels made her tower over everyone like an amazon.
"Class, today I will be handing back your last class test. I am very disappointed in most of you. I know it was a tough test, but your performance was absolutely abysmal. Only four students scored over 80 percent."
Neha had been watching her former role model with barely concealed looks of disgust from the moment she walked in. What a complete tart, she thought angrily. Neha had cracked most of the questions on the test, so she knew she was one of the four. And she had a pretty good idea of who the other three were.
"I will be handing each of you the test instead of passing it around like usual because I don't want to embarrass some of you by revealing your scores to others."
Manish smiled at this. He new that this meant she would go up close and personal to every student, giving them a detailed look at her cleavage, her poking nipples, and her bare long legs.
"Then I will discuss the test. And then I will give you another test."
Sandhya slowly walked around the classroom, handing out the test papers. None of the male students were able to even look at their score while she was around. They all just ogled her statuesque beauty on display. Her breasts heaved and swayed under her top as she moved from student to student. They all felt like they were watching a porno.
When Sandhya handed Neha her sheet, the petite student just snatched it away angrily. Sure enough, she had scored 88.
"Good job." Sandhya hesitantly said. Neha threw her a look of utter disgust.
Sandhya finished her alluring walk by handing the papers to her three lovers in the back row. Obviously, they all scored 100.
Sandhya then walked back to the front and started going over the test answers in detail. She herself was very nervous and distracted. Most of the students were as well. Finally the explanation ended and Sandhya wrote down the next test on the blackboard since she hadn't been able to go to the staff room to print it out. All eyes were boring into her ass wrapped in the denim skirt as she did so.
Finally Sandhya got done and asked students to attempt the test.
She waited for Manish to call her over. But Manish was feeling a little nervous. Sharing her with his friends was one thing. He didn't want to create a scandal in front of the whole class and kill the goose that laid golden eggs. He just quietly and sincerely attempted the test.
Sandhya was a little disappointed when Manish ignored her even when she walked by close to him. That's because Manish knew that unlike that day when he had felt her up under his skirt, a lot of students today were craning their necks to get yet another glimpse of their sluttily dressed professor.
The class ended and all the students handed in their tests before walking out. they all took one last long look at Sandhya's deep cleavage before leaving. The girls in the class seemed scandalized. Manish and his cronies walked out without saying anything.
Sandhya was so nonplussed by what she had just done that she pretty much sprinted back to the tiny closet room. There she changed back into normal clothes, and walked out of the college. She walked past Manish and his cronies as she did so. Manish didn't stop her. He realized that he shouldn't push her too fast. She was being compliant enough as it is.
"Five minutes." she reached the front of the class and announced. There were nods and murmurs.
She looked up at the last row. Suraj and Aqeel were still smiling. Manish looked into her eyes and beckoned her over with his finger. Shaking her head, Sandhya walked back towards him. She was terrified. She was sure he would finger her clit in class, now that she was naked under the skirt. She would probably let out a moan, everyone would see, the fling would get exposed, and her career would be over. But she couldn't afford to disobey Manish. And at this stage, she found herself unable to disobey Manish.
When she reached him, she was dreading the worst. He reached out with his hand. But instead of sliding it up her panties, he used it to pass a folded note to Sandhya. She was surprised by this. She opened it and quickly read it.
OPEN YOUR TWO BUTTONS, GO TO HARI, BEND DOWN, AND ASK HIM IF HE HAS ANY QUESTIONS. STAY BENT FOR TEN SECONDS. I WILL BE COUNTING.
Sandhya looked at Manish horrified. Her V-neck top had only two buttons. If she opened them and bent down, Hari would get a full view of her cleavage and her bra-covered breasts. Sandhya could understand Manish using him as her plaything and sharing her with his two friends. Why was he making her expose herself to geeky Hari?
She felt two stern pats on her butt over her skirt as Manish indicated that she should go and follow his orders.
Sandhya's heart was thumping wildly against her ribs as she walked to the front of the class, slowly opening the two buttons on her V-neck top. She reached the front row, and cast a pleading look at Manish. He signaled with his eyes that she should get on with it.
Sandhya reluctantly walked towards Hari. He was so busy scribbling his answers to the test that he didn't even register her presence. Until she bent down, put her elbows on his desk, and felt her top fall away under the pressure of the weight of her huge tits.
"Any questions, Hari?" she asked in a low voice.
Hari looked up startled. And the first thing he saw through his thick bottle glasses was Sandhya's smooth chest skin bordered by black fabric, followed by two white mounds surging up from that skin and covered by a black bra. He was getting a clear look at his professor's ample cleavage just inches in front of his face. He stared at it for two seconds before forcing his eyes to move up. He looked into Sandhya's big brown eyes.
"Mam?" he finally managed to splutter.
Sandhya had a count going inside her head. She was ordered to stay bent for ten seconds. She was at four when she said,
"Do you have any questions? You usually have questions."
Hari found his eyes moving back down to gaze at her exposed cleavage. His mind noted how huge her big boobs looked straining against her top. He stared at the cleavage for a couple of moments, feeling an erection forming in his pants. He then looked up again.
"No mam." he said.
Sandhya's count was at seven.
"Are you sure? No questions at all?"
Sandhya found herself bending forward even more, exposing more of her bra-covered breasts. Hari looked down her top again, swallowing nervously a couple of times. Finally the count in her head reached ten.
"Okay then!"
She straightened and walked away. Hari gazed at her ass shaped perfectly by her red skirt as she did so. He could feel his erection growing. He slid forward in his seat to hide it under the desk. He looked to his left and right. His neighbors hadn't noticed anything. They were busy with their tests.
Sandhya looked at Manish, who had an appreciative grin on his face. He nodded a couple of times.
"One more minute and time is up." Sandhya said, feeling a little breathless. She also felt a bit of moistness between her thighs. She realized that she had gotten aroused again at being forced to expose herself to Hari by Manish.
"Okay, time is up." Sandhya announced.
She was having a difficult time keeping her voice normal. Although Manish hadn't even touched her pussy or clit, she was very wet. And it was because of the things he had masterfully done. Divested her of her panties in the middle of her class. And then made her flash her deep luscious cleavage to an unsuspecting nerdy student for ten whole seconds. Sandhya hated to admit it but she was feeling so randy that she hoped Manish would whisk her away somewhere with his buddies and bang her as soon as possible.
The students handed their answer sheets forward to the first row as was the system set up by Sandhya for class tests. Then the students on the edge in the first row collected the paper and handed them. She noticed that the stack of papers on the right side of the class landed on Hari's desk. He was still staring at her. He finally noticed the stack. Then he said to the guy next to him,
"Could you please take these to mam?"
And he squirmed uncomfortably in his seat. Sandhya blushed as she realized that her little stunt ordered by Manish had given the poor guy an erection.
Sandhya collected the papers that got handed to her and made a stack out of them. That's when the bell rang, indicating that the period had ended. Students started getting up to leave. Sandhya shouted out the readings she wanted them to do for the next class.The students nodded as they started trooping out.
Sandhya looked up at the last row. She expected some kind of gesture or signal from Manish, the guy who had just slipped off her panties and gotten her worked up. But she saw that he was looking elsewhere. Only Suraj was staring at her.
Manish got up and sprinted down the aisle. And then he shouted out,
"NEHA!!! NEHA SHUKLA!!!"
Neha, who Sandhya considered her brightest student, looked up as she was walking out.
"Could you please hang on a minute? I need to talk to you. It's about the student elections."
"Sure." she said.
And then Manish jogged past Sandhya without giving her as much as a look, joined Neha and walked out with her.
Sandhya waited until all the students left, including Suraj and Aqeel. She then gathered her stuff and walked out of the classroom.
Sandhya started walking back to the staff room, a little disappointed that after all that she had done in class obediently, Manish had just gotten up and walked away, talking with another girl. She walked down the corridor of the building. She was two floors away from the staff room.
Sandhya had her purse and the stack of the test papers in her hand as she walked around a corner. There was a small room there where the peons stored their cleaning supplies. She absent-mindedly noted that the door seemed slightly ajar. Just as she was walking by it, it opened and an arm whisked her inside the small 4 ft X 8 ft room.
"EEEEEEEEEEE!!!" Sandhya instinctively yelled throwing up her arms and punching her attacker right in the face. This made the papers in her hand go flying in the air and land spread out on the floor.
"Owwww!!! You bitch!! Do you have to keep hurting me?"
Her attacker staggered back against the far wall, rubbing his cheek.
"Suraj!!! What the hell? You surprised me!!!" she said, defensively, suddenly remembering that he had fucked her the most skillfully that night.
Sandhya saw the papers spread on the floor. Her meticulous professor's instinct kicked in, and she bent down, facing away from Suraj, gathering the papers. What Suraj saw was her ample ass accentuated by the red skirt, thrust up in a most inviting manner. He quickly unzipped his pants and fished out his rapidly hardening dick.
"What the..."
Sandhya said as she felt Suraj rush right behind her, throw up her skirt, and shove his dick into her moist cunt. As she wasn't wearing any panties, she was ready for the taking.
"Mmmmmhhhhhhhh." Sandhya moaned as the insanely hard dick penetrated her insides.
Sandhya, still bent over, with her skirt thrown above her back and ass exposed, put her hands on the floor wide to support herself as Suraj started fucking her in deep intense strokes.
"Oh fuck!" she said.
"Oh yeah!!!" he said.
Suraj had been aching to fuck this perfect woman's warm cunt for a while. The pics Manish had shown him in Goa that she had sent from her bedroom had made her hungrier still. And the shenanigans today, with her being without panties, turned him on even more. Smelling her panties reminded her of the time he first fucked her. He really wanted her again. He was getting pissed at Manish for holding them back. He couldn't understand his logic.
Suraj thought, here they had a gorgeous statuesque woman with long shapely legs, big firm tits, a nice round ass, and a perfect complexion and features. Plus, she seemed to instinctively love sex. And they had enough leverage to make her do whatever they wanted. Why then, were they not fucking her brains out every chance they got?
But Manish kept talking like a politician about some emotional and psychological subjugation crap. he kept holding him back. Suraj usually obeyed the powerful Manish. But at that moment, after watching what had happened in the classroom, he couldn't control himself. Manish had run of behind Neha Shukla, who although pretty, wasn't a patch on Sandhya Vora. He knew the route Sandhya would take to go back to the staff room. He knew of this tiny room the peons used to store their stuff. He decided to wait and pull her in.
"You really love sex, don't you?" he asked spanking her ass a couple of times.
"HARDER!" Sandhya found her voice saying.
"Harder what? Fuck you harder or spank your ass harder?"
"Both!!!" Sandhya replied. She hated to admit it but she was finding the fucking from this average sized cock in this tiny room a lot more arousing than her husband's big dick fucking her in bed the previous night. There was something very depraved and forbidden about this setting that turned her on.
Suraj was delighted. He started ramming her cunt with every force he could muster up and started spanking her really hard, every blow leaving a red mark. Sandhya's hands were still on the floor, clutching on to some of the test papers. She was completely bent over like a monkey, getting fucked by her student in a peon's closet. And she was loving it. Suraj wasn't much in terms of size, but he had the instinctive ability to find the right angles and use the right tempo.
Suraj continued punishing his professor with hard spanks as he fucked her. She kept moaning and groaning in delight.
"You're such a slut, mam!" he said as he grunted.
Suraj's fucking instincts were successful in pumping up Sandhya's inner engines. She could feel big bursts of pleasure starting from her groin and spreading all over her body. She knew that if Suraj adjuste his angle and speed a little bit, she could have the orgasm soon. But she was starved for it. She couldn't wait.
"Where are you going?"
Suraj asked as Sandhya pushed her hips forward, making his dick slide out. The horny professor straightened and turned around, with an insanely lustful expression on her face.
"Get on your back." she said, aggressively.
"Yes, mam!" Suraj said, delighted at the hungry tone in her voice.
Holding her skirt up around her waist, Sandhya put her legs on either side of Suraj's waist. Then, giving him a great look at her naked pussy, she started squatting down.
"Hold your cock up straight." she said. He obeyed.
Sandhya eventually lowered her ass enough so that she allowed Suraj's perpendicular dick invade her wet cunt again. Then she rested her knees on the floor, put her hands on his chest, and started riding him.
Suraj was amazed at how randy his professor was being. he thought he would have to coax and threaten her into sex. After all, she was Manish's bitch first and foremost. he thought he would have to threaten her after pulling her into the room.
But here she was, riding his cock happily on the floor. Her hips swayed back and forth and in a circular motion. Suraj pulled up her top and started playing with her tits over her bra. Sandhya went one step further by pulling up her bra and exposing her naked tits.
Her cunt muscles were firmly clasping onto his dick as she gyrated on top of him. Sandhya was skilled at the woman-on-top position. She knew exactly which way to move and at what speed to hasten her orgasm. And she had been randy all week.
"AHHHH YEAHHHH!!!" she shouted as the orgasm started rolling in.
Suraj could not believe the sight of this hot busty woman on top of him cumming. He went over the edge too. And grunted throughout. he pulled her down and held her in his embrace as he thrust his dick up, shooting his semen into her cunt.
Suraj and Sandhya had simultaneous orgasms for about twenty seconds. He had pumped his cum right up her pussy. And then they both exhaled and lay there spent.
In her mind, Sandhya check marked another boundary she had crossed. Had sex in the college building with a student. She rolled off Suraj, his softening dick sliping out of her cunt, as his cum oozed down her thighs.
Once Sandhya got over her carnal wave of an orgasm, practicalities started flooding her mind. She had just been pumped full of semen. She was on the pill, so pregnancy wasn't an issue. But she was wearing a short skirt without any panties and was inside a small closet type room. She could not let the cum stain her skirt. There was only one way.
Suraj watched amazed as his professor,holding up her skirt, started dipping her fingers into her cunt, scooping out the cum, and eating it. She cleaned her inner thighs and ass, rolling around on the floor, and licked her fingers to get rid of any evidence of the sex she had just had. Suraj loved how this tall statuesque hottie looked with her pussy and ass rolling all over the floor as she hungrily ate every last drop of his jizz.
"You really are a slut." he said zipping up his pants.
Sandhya rolled over on her knees and started collecting the test papers. Suraj got down to help her.
"I assume we are getting a good grade on this." he said.
"What do you think?" Sandhya said.
She still couldn't believe what she had done. Giving undeserved full marks to some students seemed like child's play by comparison.
Suraj stepped out of the room first and looked around to make sure no one was watching. He then beckoned Sandhya, who cautiously walked out. And the two went their separate ways.
Getting fucked in that forbidden spot in college didn't fully satisfy Sandhya's lust. It just amplified it. As she sat in the staff room, consciously pantyless under her skirt, she tried to correct the test papers. But her mind kept replaying the events of that day. She was feeling very horny. She kept checking her phone to see if there were any messages from Manish but he was maintaining radio silence.
As the day progressed, Sandhya's mood changed from horny to guilty. What was she turning into? She had talked back to Dixit, someone she respected a lot. She had voluntarily dressed in clothes skimpier than demanded by Manish. She had allowed him to take off her panties. And then had sex with Suraj like a nympho. She was losing control of herself. She decided to correct her behavior as much as possible.
That evening, Sandhya was waiting for the auto when the black SUV approached. But it drove by her without even slowing down. Sandhya was partly relieved. She finally caught an auto and was on her way home.
This auto driver also seemed to have a roving eye. He had stared at her legs shamelessly when she got in, and kept checking out her boobs. She also noticed that a few times, he almost seemed to aim for potholes in the road to make her tits bounce extra. Sandhya sat in auto, keeping her thighs tightly together, mindful of the fact that she didn't have panties underneath. The amount of skin on display was still unusual enough for the creepy driver to keep staring.
And then the elements conspired against Sandhya. At one stretch of the road, the wind suddenly picked up. The auto was obviously open on both sides. The wind rushed in, and made Sandhya's skirt billow up. The driver happened to be staring at her in the rear view mirror at exactly that time and his eyes went wide in shock as the front of the skirt flew up, revealing the beautiful high class woman's naked pussy.
Sandhya was horrified and immediately pushed the skirt down tightly, and looked at the driver's eyes in the mirror with an ashamed expression on her face. She was terrified that he would try to take advantage of her. He looked like a big guy so he could've easily overpowered her if he wanted. Luckily for Sandhya, he satisfied himself with a chuckle. The roads he was driving through were reasonably crowded and he knew that if he tried something, it would attract attention.
An ashamed Sandhya didn't feel comfortable taking the auto all the way home. That would mean showing him where she lived and he could create problems. So she asked him to stop about a kilometer away and decided to walk home from there.
"Kitna hua?" Sandhya asked, getting down holding her skirt down carefully with one hand.
"Vaise to chaalis rupaye, par aap ke liye free."
"Kyun?" she asked.
"Humaari taraf se choot dikhai samajh lijiye." he said and started laughing.
Disgusted, Sandhya took out two 20 rupee notes, threw them at him and started walking. The driver was laughing behind her.
The next day, Sandhya woke up feeling really depressed at what a humiliating day she had experienced the previous day. From being stripped off her panties to being fucked in a peon's closet to inadvertently flashing her naked pussy to a random auto driver. And she was well aware that all this was her own fault on some level. She did not need to wear such a bold outfit. Manish hadn't even asked for it. She was relieved that it was her non-teaching day so at least she'd be spared humiliation in her own classroom. But she had the premonition that today was the day Manish would try something more.
So when it was time to get dressed, Sandhya again wore a modest formal skirt and a formal button down blouse with a high neckline. She also packed an extra pair of panties in her purse just in case.
Sandhya got to college without incident. As she was walking to the staff room, she passed by Dixit and said good morning to him. But he ignored her with a cross look on his face. She reached the staff room and started working on corrections and other notes. Most of the day passed without any trouble.
Just as Sandhya was relieved that she would get a day's peace at last, her phone buzzed at about 2 o'clock.
- COME TO THE STUDENT UNION OFFICE AT 5 PM.
Sandhya hung her head in distress. What did Manish have planned for her now?
The student union office was in an isolated small single storey building at the far corner of the campus. It had been the college canteen once upon a time before the college grew in size and the canteen was shifted to a bigger location. This small 3 room building had since been converted into the student union office. Not much happened there. It was closed most of the time.
Student unions in U.P. did very little work for the welfare of students. They were mainly seen as finishing colleges for aspiring thug-politicians. Being elected to lead the student union was considered as a signal that the person was important enough to enter real politics. Once the elections were done, the office mostly stayed closed because office bearers rarely showed up to class.
Failing in his first year meant Manish hadn't been able to contest elections. But the guy who ran and eventually won was essentially Manish's puppet, as were the other office bearers. Manish was the de facto student union leader. He even had the only copy of the keys to the office.
Sandhya reached the isolated building at 5 and saw that it was locked. Expecting some more debauchery from Manish, she had called home and told her family that she would be late because of another student tuition session. She had sent Jiten the same text to which he replied, "ok".
Sandhya stood outside the locked building for several minutes, looking around. Most of the college emptied out after 5 when classes ended. She waited as the minutes ticked by and it was 5:15. Maybe, she hoped, Manish had gotten stuck elsewhere. Or he had forgotten. She decided that five more minutes and she would leave. After all, she had gotten there on time as instructed. If he didn't show up, that wasn't her fault.
At 5:20, Sandhya started walking away when suddenly Manish and Suraj appeared on a motorcycle. Aqeel was on another motorcycle.
"Where are you off to, mam?" Manish said sarcastically.
Sandhya sighed, turned around, and walked back to the building.
Manish took out a set of keys and opened the lock. His two cronies and Sandhya followed her inside.
"What do you want now, Manish?" she asked in an irritated tone of voice.
Manish sat down on a chair behind a big desk with the sign "Student Union President" on it and smiled at her.
"Are you bipolar by any chance? Schizophrenic?" he asked.
"What are you talking about?" she hotly asked.
"You seem like two different people at times. When i am asking you to do something, you fight me all the way. And yesterday, you showed up in that whore-ish dress and high heels on your own. You happily get fucked by Suraj in some dingy little room. And now you are being hostile as if you don't want to be here." he said, with his hands folded behind his head. "What's up with all that?"
Sandhya didn't know what to say.
"Why am I here?" she asked as she stayed standing in front of the desk. Suraj and Aqeel were sitting on a couple of chairs along the wall.
"All in good time, mam. All in good time. For now....there's a little kitchenette in the other room. Be a nice girl and go make 6 cups of tea." he ordered as if Sandhya was his maid.
Sandhya glared at him. But she knew she'd have to do whatever he asked anyway. Reluctantly, she walked to the other room.
As Sandhya put the water on the stove to boil for the tea, she could overhear the conversations happening outside. The topics had nothing to do with her. They were talking about the upcoming student elections, campaigning, fund-raising, candidates, etc etc. She looked at the six cups she had taken off the shelf. Suddenly she realized that it meant there would be more people joining them. That made a pit of doom form in her stomach. She hoped it would be Bhura and Makhan or someone like that who already knew of her humiliation, and not new people, especially students.
A few minutes later, the water came to a boil. She put the tea leaves in and covered the pot. That's when she heard a knock on the door outside. The door was opened and she heard a few footsteps and more voices. Sandhya cautiously moved behind the kitchenette door and was disappointed to note that the two newcomers were actually students. She had seen them around campus hanging out with Manish and his gang a few times, but she didn't know their names.
Manish was making small talk with them asking how their term break went and other stuff. After a few minutes, he shouted,
"How long does it take to make fucking tea? Bring it out!"
Sandhya shook her head, walked back to the counter, and poured out the tea with milk and sugar. She placed the six cups on a tray and walked out.
The two guys were shocked to see her and stood up respectfully.
"Good evening, mam." they both chorused.
"Good evening." Sandhya said and looked at Manish.
Manish gestured with his hands that she should serve the tea to everyone. She gave a cup to Manish, then to the other four guys sitting on chairs around the room. The two newcomers were confused as to why a professor was serving them tea like a maid. But they didn't say anything.
Sandhya finally had one extra cup left on her tray.
"You can have that." Manish generously said. "And have a seat."
Sandhya sat on a chair farthest from the others, avoiding eye contact with the newcomers, sipping her tea.
"So then.... Ajit, Biju, you two are my finalists for the vice-president's post." Manish said and started talking. "Whichever one of you I choose, will be vice-president for the next three years effectively. I don't have to tell you how important the post is."
They both nodded. Sandhya wondered why she was made to be present for this banal political discussion.
"And you know how things work. To get the nomination, you have to earn it. I need you to be the main fund-raisers for my campaign. I am hoping each of you can get at least 5 lakhs each from donors."
"Five lakhs!!! Come on, Manish bhaiyya." Ajit, tall and broad-shouldered spoke up.
Manish held his palm up.
"Let me finish." he said. "Five lakhs each. At least. Whichever one of you raises the most money for me by the end of campaigning, will get the vice-president's post after I win the election. The other, will be nominated as Cultural Secretary."
The two of them sat there looking a little worried. That was a big amount to raise for a local college's elections. Biju, the other guy, short and stocky, had been silent so far. he kept looking at Sandhya in confusion. Finally he spoke up.
"Why is Professor Vora here?"
Sandhya looked up at the mention of her name.
"Oh yes, I forgot." Manish said dramatically slapping his forehead. "She is the other prize."
"WHAT???" Biju asked.
"Simple. Whichever one of you raises the most money gets the VP's post. And also, gets the services of Professor Vora here for one hour."
There was utter silence in the room. Sandhya was shocked. She knew Manish had a twisted and depraved mind but she hadn't expected this. Suraj and Aqeel, who already knew of the plan, were smiling. Ajit and Biju were looking at each other in confusion, trying to comprehend what they had just heard.
"You mean like......for tuitions or something?" Akhil finally spoke up.
Manish, Suraj, and Aqeel started laughing. Sandhya just sat there staring at her hands.
"If you want to use that hour for tuition, that's your call. But I would use it differently."
"What.....I don't.......WHAT?" Biju said.
Manish shook his head and smiled. He then said,
"Mam, come here please."
Sandhya got up, and keeping her gaze downwards, approached him. Manish pulled her onto his lap. She perched on it uncomfortably. The two newcomers were shocked to see this gorgeous statuesque professor sitting timidly on the short scrawny guy's lap like she was his plaything.
"For instance, her tits. Her tits are gorgeous." Manish said, starting to unbutton her blouse.
Sandhya kept staring at her feet as Manish opened her blouse all the way and slipped it off, leaving her wearing only a white bra from the waist up. Ajit and Biju stared hungrily at the professor's humongous tits barely contained in the bra cups.
"Her ass is even better."
Manish patted Sandhya on the ass signaling that she should get up. Sandhya was feeling humiliated but also incredibly turned on at being treated like a sexual slave in front of an audience. She willingly got up and turned around. She then unzipped her skirt and pushed it down, leaving her only in her underwear. All the guys in the room stared at how incredible her shapely round ass looked covered in modest pink panties. Biju noticed that there were goosebumps all over her body.
Sandhya then bent over without any prompting, giving an even better look at her spectacular ass to everyone in the room. Manish chuckled at this, surmising correctly that she was getting turned on by the humiliating. He gently stroked her pussy mound and observed that the crotch of her panties was indeed moist.
"Can we.....see more?" said Ajit, who was coming to terms with what an incredible situation he was in.
"This is it for now. The rest will be seen and tasted and used by whichever one of you raises the most money." Manish said, spanking Sandhya's ass loudly. She let out a small yip.
Sandhya wondered if she should put her clothes back on again, now that the exhibition was over. But Manish had other ideas.
"Don't think she is just a pretty lady who is cold in bed because she is a professor. She is very talented." Manish said and then with an exaggeratedly polite voice said. "Mam, please suck my dick."
Sandhya couldn't believe it when she found herself instantly getting on her knees in front of Manish. She fished out his dick which was semi-erect, opened her mouth, and started sucking it.
The two VP contenders watched in amazement as the gorgeous professor, clad in just her bra and panties, kneeled on the floor and started giving Manish head like a hungry whore. Biju couldn't take his eyes off her ass, and imagined how it must look naked. Ajit stared at her exposed deep cleavage that even in the modest bra, he estimated was at least 4 inches. He couldn't wait to check out how big her tits were when exposed.
The entire room watched silently as Sandhya hungrily sucked her tormentor's dick. She was almost showing off, running her tongue up and down the side, pressing the head between her lips, occasionally licking the balls.
KNOCKNOCKKNOCK!!
There was a polite knock on the door. Sandhya froze.
"Who's there?" Suraj shouted.
"Neha." the voice said.
"Shit, the bitch is early." Aqeel said.
"Let her in." Manish said.
Sandhya tried to get up and reach for her clothes, saying,
"Please Manish, not in front of....."
"Shut up and keep doing what you're doing!" he slapped her hard across the face and pushed her down again. Sandhya hated herself for the fact that her cunt got wetter at the slap.
Sandhya had been sucking Manish's dick right next to the chair. She was relieved that he now pushed her under his desk which had a wooden side in the front. That way, she was at least hidden. She adjusted herself inside the tiny space, which was tough given her height. And she started sucking his dick again as instructed.
"Open the door." Manish said.
Suraj obeyed him and Neha Shukla walked in.
Sandhya was feeling mortified sucking Manish's dick under the table as her favorite student walked in.
"Manish, who the fuck do you think you are threatening my friends?" Neha stormed in and walked up to the table. Sandhya slid lower to avoid being spotted.
Manish stared at Neha with a wry smile. he then looked at Akhil and Biju and said,
"You two can leave. You have heard my offer."
The two guys obediently got up and left. Suraj closed the door behind them.
Neha was standing with her arms crossed in front of her chest, looking very upset.
"What are you talking about, Neha?" Manish sweetly asked.
"Those two big louts of yours just threatened my friends against working on my campaign." she said hotly.
"I tried to explain to you sweetly yesterday, Nehu darling." Manish said, stroking Sandhya's hair.
"Don't call me that." Neha shot back. "We've been broken up for a year."
This piece of information startled Sandhya and she jerked, making her head hit the lower side of the table. Neha heard the thump and looked at Manish suspiciously.
"Oh please.....don't tell me. You have some whore under the table sucking your dick like you used to make me do?"
Sandhya took the dick out of her mouth in shock. She had always thought Neha was a sincere smart decent student. The information that she used to be Manish's girlfriend was shocking. Not only was Neha smart and accomplished, but she was from a good family and was good looking. With a smooth dusky complexion and a petite figure, she was certainly out of Manish's league. But then, Sandhya told herself, she herself wasn't exactly in his league and yet here she was, sucking his dick under a table in her underwear.
"Jealous?" Manish chuckled. "You can join her if you like."
Neha just snorted derisively.
"Nehu darling, just admit that you have filed candidacy papers for President just to get back at me."
"Oh please. Stop being so full of yourself. I filed the papers because what this college needs is an actual student union president, not some spoilt bully who is skating by on daddy's reputation."
"I'll include you on my cabinet."
"Fuck your cabinet." Neha shouted. "I will beat you easily. You overestimate your clout and your muscle. Your dad might be a big hot shot minister in Lucknow but in this town, you're just a pathetic little bully."
"Oh really?"
"Yeah. Try all your browbeating tactics and throw as much money into this as you like. I am going to beat you." Neha said.
Sucking Manish's dick again, Sandhya was amazed at the courage Neha was showing.
Manish's face got very serious. The usual arrogant jocular tone was gone when he spoke,
"Listen Neha. I care about you so I am telling you this quietly. Don't try to challenge me. You have no idea what I am capable of."
"Sending some goons to bash people up? Any thug can do that."
"Then see this."
Manish pushed his chair back while seated, grabbed Sandhya's hair and pulled her forward. Coughing, Sandhya was dragged out from under the table. Neha first saw a fair skinned naked woman's back, then her panty-covered ass being dragged out. Manish turned Sandhya's head sideways. And Neha finally saw it.
"Vora mam!!!!!" Neha put her hands on her wide open face and said in shock.
"Yes, your fucking precious Vora mam." he said, dragging Sandhya up to her feet and then pushing her forward so her chest was on the top of the table. Sandhya averted Neha's eyes as she was now being humiliated in front of her favorite student.
Neha watched in shock as Manish roughly pulled Sandhya's panties down and entered her. Sandhya let out a gasp as she realized how wet she was. Manish then grabbed her head and pulled it up as he started fucking her in angry hard strokes.
"Mam......how could you?" Neha said in a voice sounding very hurt. She had always looked up to Sandhya. She loved economics and hoped to follow in her footsteps, get a PhD and become an economist. She was thankful that the college had at least one world class teacher.
When Sandhya had taken a public stand against the cheating by Manish's proxies in the term-end exam, her admiration for the elegant intelligent professor had grown even more. Finally, someone who had the courage to stand up to this bully and do what's right, she thought.
And now the same woman was here, bare ass naked bent over a table getting fucked in the student union office.
Sandhya was feeling humiliated, but Manish's rapid strokes were turning her on. She still avoided looking at Neha.
Manish signaled to Aqeel and Suraj and the two guys rushed towards Neha. She was too stunned to realize when they both grabbed her shoulders and pushed her down on the table until her face was right next to the back of Sandhya's head.
"Let go of me, assholes!!!" Neha protested. But she was petite and the two guys were able to overpower her easily.
Manish took his dick out of Sandhya's cunt and walked around the table until he was behind Neha. He lifted the back of her kameez and untied the knot of her salwar.
"Please Manish, stop this." Neha begged as Suraj held her head down, her cheeks pressed against the wood.
Watching her pet student get molested filled Sandhya with shame and rage. A part of her flared up in anger and felt like getting up to intervene. But she knew that she was completely in Manish's control. She just stayed there, bent over on the table, her naked upturned ass exposed and sticking in the air.
Manish knew exactly how to turn Neha on. They had been a couple for nearly six months in which they had fucke almost every which way. he shoved his hands down Neha's panties and started stroking her clit in the exact manner he remembered her loving.
"Ohhhhhhh." Neha moaned as her body started betraying her.
"You've missed me, haven't you?" Manish said, stripping his ex-girlfriend naked from the waist down.
Neha moaned some more in response. Manish now shoved his dick, covered with Sandhya's juices, up Neha's cunt. She grunted. And he started fucking her in slow deliberate strokes, the way he remembered she liked. Within moments, the fight had gone out of Neha. Since their break-up, she hadn't had sex and she didn't realize how much her body craved it.
"Don't leave our illustrious professor hanging there, Aqeel." Manish said.
Aqeel, who had already gotten very hard, crossed over to the other side of the table, unzipped his pants, and rammed his thick dong into Sandhya's waiting cunt.
"Oh fuck!!!" Sandhya cried out at the sudden penetration and threw her head up.
This forced her to make eye-contact with Neha for the first time that evening. She saw a look of intense loathing in her pet student's eyes even as her nostrils flared up and down in response to the fucking she was getting. Sandhya looked away. Aqeel's dick was starting to have an effect already.
Neha watched, disgusted, as her favorite teacher and role model started moaning and shaking in response to the fucking she was getting. Neha had partly considered the possibility that Sandhya had been forced into this. But as she watched the slutty hungry look on her face and heard the animalistic groans coming out of her mouth, she realized that the professor was quite enjoying herself in the role of a slut.
Suddenly, a lot of pieces of the puzzle started falling in place. She had wondered why Professor Vora had suddenly started showing skin. Why she seemed so distracted in class and kept checking her phone so often. Why, despite her earlier protests during the term-end exam, when the results were put up, Manish and his cronies had 100 percent marks.
"Thooo!" Neha spat in Sandhya's face, and then looked away, even as her ex-boyfriend hammered her cunt mercilessly.
Manish fucked Neha and Aqeel fucked Sandhya on the opposite sides of the table for a couple of minutes. Suraj, who had earlier been holding Neha down, realized that he didn't need to do it anymore. Neha had given in, and was actually humping her ass backwards in response to Manish's strokes.
Obviously, Suraj had a massive erection of his own. He crossed over to the side of the table where Sandhya's face was resting, and shoved his erect dick in her mouth. Neha turned her face again and watched with revulsion as Sandhya hungrily started sucking Suraj's dick even as Aqeel kept pounding her pussy.
Manish eventually sot his load into his ex-girlfriend's pussy and collapsed on top of her. He started kissing her and she kissed back before pushing him off.
"Asshole!" Neha said straightening. Pulling her salwar and panties halfway up her legs, she ran to a bathroom in the back.
When Neha returned, she saw that Sandhya and her two lovers had changed positions. Sandhya was now enthusiastically riding Aqeel on top of the table, as Suraj stood on the table in front of her fucking her mouth. Manish was calmly sitting on the chair behind the table watching this erotic scene unfold at a close up distance.
He was so engrossed that he didn't realize when Neha stormed out of the room. He only raised his head when she was at the door and said,
"Drop out of the race, Nehu darling."
Neha held her middle finger up as she walked out, slamming the door shut behind her.
Sandhya was in too much sexual bliss to care. She was busy chasing an elusive orgasm.
Manish watched in delight as Sandhya rocked her hips back and forth on top of Aqeel, hungrily sucking Suraj's dick in front of her. Her hands were on the table. She was making grunting noises with her throat. Her eyes were closed and her big ass cheeks jiggled obscenely over Aqeel's hairy thighs.
"Look at the sounds she is making." Manish said. "Sounds almost like a dog. She is like a bitch in heat. My pet doggy bitch."
He spanked her ass hard a couple of times. Sandhya got even more turned on by that. This was the first time since the farm house that she was being properly fucked by these three guys and she was hating herself while acknowledging that her body was loving it more than the night she had sex with Jiten recently.
"From now on, she will be my pet doggy." Manish said, patting her ass cheeks.
Sandhya felt incredibly turned on at the submissive humiliation she was being put through. And finally her well directed hip movements started having an effect. She started cumming.
"OHHHHHH...AHHHHHHHHHHHHH...HNGGGGGGGGG." she screamed, taking Suraj's dick out of her mouth.
Watching their hot professor cum so loudly and maniacally made both Suraj and Aqeel start spurting as well. The threesome on the table achieved simultaneous orgasms, although Sandhya was the only one screaming through it. Suraj grabbed Sandhya's head and dumped his cum inside her open mouth. She instantly swallowed it.
When the three bodies stopped writhing and moving, Manish started applauding them.
"Bravo doggy, bravo!!! You should be in an erotic porno. You are wasting your life being a professor."
Aqeel roughly pushed Sandhya off him and she slid down to the floor. This intense round of fucking had tired her. She lay there, wearing only her bra, curled up in a fetal position. Aqeel went to the bathroom. Suraj got dressed.
Manish meanwhile surveyed his conquest. She was still shivering a little from the after-effects of the orgasm. She looked so delicious, curled up bottomlss on the floor, her big naked butt quivering. He knew that his hold over her was now complete. He knew that she was now doing what she was doing primarily because she loved it, and not just because of the blackmail. She loved being dominated and humiliated.
Manish stood up and walked to the other end of the room and sat on a chair. He then whistled.
"Come to me, doggy bitch, come to me." he said making smooching sounds with his lips as if summoning a dog.
Even in that exhausted state, Sandhya felt compelled to obey. She mustered all her strength and started pushing herself up. She eventually stood up, feeling weak in the knees.
"Hey, why are you standing, bitch? Come here on all fours like a good doggy."
Sandhya got on her hands and knees and started crawling towards Manish. Suraj got a great view of her fleshy ass swaying and jiggling as she did so. her boobs, still inside her bra, swung and swayed too,
"You've got a well-trained doggy, Manish." Suraj said, walking behind her, staring at her ass.
Sandhya eventually reached Manish and stayed on all fours.
"Good doggy." he said, bending down and patting her cheeks. "From now on, that's what you are. My doggy. And I am your master."
Sandhya's cheeks went red at this new humiliation, but she started feeling turned on as well. This is the sort of S&M she had been craving without even realizing it. That her master was not some big burly guy but a short thin stripling added to the kinkiness.
"Say it, doggy."
"I am your doggy bitch." Sandhya breathlessly said.
"Good. And?"
"And you are my master."
"Good girl." he rubbed her head.
Suraj was watching this feeling very amused.
"But pet dogs have a leash." he said.
"You're right." Manish reached into his pocket and took out his handkerchief.
He then tied it around Sandhya's bare neck.
"That will have to do for now." he said.
"What's all this?" Aqeel asked, walking back out.
"Mam is now my doggy bitch."
Nice." Aqeel said, spanking her ass.
"Okay doggy bitch, until I get you a good leash, you have to make sure that you have this handkerchief tied around your neck at all times when you are in my presence.And that includes in class."
"Yes, master." Sandhya found her voice saying as she stayed on all fours with her naked ass upturned.
"Good girl. Now, for tomorrow's class. I want you to wear the shortest skirt you have. No formal shit. Not even something cute like what you wore the other day. Short. I want you to look like the skanky bitch that you are."
"Yes, master."
"And let's see. A tank-top. But no bra. I want to see how your naturally huge tits look in a nice tank top."
"Yes, master."
"And don't forget the handkerchief."
"Yes, master."
"Repeat my orders back to me."
"I wear this handkerchief around my neck to show that I am your doggy bitch. I will wear my shortest skirt. And a tank top. And no underwear at all."
Manish grinned as he realized that this submissive slut had actually added one more stipulation on her own.He had said no bra. She seemed enthusiastic to be pantyless as well.
"Very good. Now crawl to the bathroom, clean yourself up, and get the hell out of here. We have actually important stuff to discuss."
The guys watched in admiration as docile Sandhya crawled away, her naked ass swaying and her pussy still sticky. She crawled back a few minutes later, and without standing up, put on all her clothes. And then she crawled out of the room silently.
She stood up only when she was outside, and started walking towards the exit, feeling a strange perverted sense of satisfaction flooding her entire being.
The next day Sandhya was absolutely on pins and needles. Much like Manish imagined, in her own mind, she had accepted him as her master. It's like she was possessed by some sex starved submissive demon. She didn't care what other students or faculty members would say. She just wanted to follow her master's orders and please him.
There were still a few practical strands of thought left in Sandhya's mind. She knew that if she got in an auto dressed the way Manish had ordered, she was sure to get waylaid and bangd even before reaching the college. So she got up really early, packed the clothes she had been ordered to wear in a bag, and walked out of the house wearing a modest skirt and blouse.
The security guards at the college were surprised to see her arrive so early. She walked past them, and then into the building. She went to the tiny room in which Suraj had fucked her the other day and then changed into the clothes she had bought. She stripped off her bra and panties, standing completely naked. Then she put on a short denim skirt that ended just a couple of inches below her crotch. It was one of her oldest skirts. Back in Boston when she was single, the skirt had bought her many free drinks in bars.
Then she pulled a black tank top over her huge tits. It barely held them inside. Her nipples were easily discernible through it. She then slipped on 6 inch high heels, even though Manish hadn't given any orders about footwear. She hoped it would please him. And then the final piece of the ensemble, she wrapped around her neck the handkerchief smelling of her master's sweat.
Although she had initially decided, to hell with what the faculty says, she felt too conscious about the idea of sitting in the staff room for a few hours before class, dressed like that, and inviting stares. So she decided to just stay in that tiny dank room, hoping no peons would come by.
Just the thought of what she was doing turned her on so much that Sandhya fingered herself to half a dozen orgasms over the next few hours in that room. She was lucky that no peons came by.
Manish and gang reached college early too, eager to see if Sandhya had indeed complied with the orders. But she was nowhere to be found. Suraj and Aqeel expressed concerns that maybe they had pushed her too far and she had run away. But Manish was confident that his doggy bitch would obey his orders. He even refused his friends' suggestions of texting her to check up where she was.
At one PM, there was a clickety clack sound of high heels outside the classroom. 90% of the jaws almost hit the table as Sandhya walked in. The reaction was too her bare long legs and how short the skirt was. Most male students felt a rumbling in their pants already.
Manish though, was disappointed. The skirt was short enough, but her torso was covered by a zipped up jacket. What had happened was, Sandhya felt really weird walking the corridor showing off everything, so she decided to cover herself up with a jacket while walking from the tiny room to the classroom.
She turned around to face the class after keeping her academic material on the table. Then all the eyes in the class widened as she unzipped her jacket and took it off. Manish was happy.
She had followed his orders to the T. The handkerchief was still wrapped around her neck. She was wearing a tight low-cut tank top that revealed about 3 inches of her ample cleavage. And the way her huge breasts hung under the top, it was obvious that she wasn't wearing a bra. There were murmurs in the classroom as most of the clueless students felt confused by what the hell was happening.
"Silence!" she said, and everyone went quiet.
She walked a few steps further, her 6 inch long heels clacking on the floor. She was already 5 ft 9. The heels made her tower over everyone like an amazon.
"Class, today I will be handing back your last class test. I am very disappointed in most of you. I know it was a tough test, but your performance was absolutely abysmal. Only four students scored over 80 percent."
Neha had been watching her former role model with barely concealed looks of disgust from the moment she walked in. What a complete tart, she thought angrily. Neha had cracked most of the questions on the test, so she knew she was one of the four. And she had a pretty good idea of who the other three were.
"I will be handing each of you the test instead of passing it around like usual because I don't want to embarrass some of you by revealing your scores to others."
Manish smiled at this. He new that this meant she would go up close and personal to every student, giving them a detailed look at her cleavage, her poking nipples, and her bare long legs.
"Then I will discuss the test. And then I will give you another test."
Sandhya slowly walked around the classroom, handing out the test papers. None of the male students were able to even look at their score while she was around. They all just ogled her statuesque beauty on display. Her breasts heaved and swayed under her top as she moved from student to student. They all felt like they were watching a porno.
When Sandhya handed Neha her sheet, the petite student just snatched it away angrily. Sure enough, she had scored 88.
"Good job." Sandhya hesitantly said. Neha threw her a look of utter disgust.
Sandhya finished her alluring walk by handing the papers to her three lovers in the back row. Obviously, they all scored 100.
Sandhya then walked back to the front and started going over the test answers in detail. She herself was very nervous and distracted. Most of the students were as well. Finally the explanation ended and Sandhya wrote down the next test on the blackboard since she hadn't been able to go to the staff room to print it out. All eyes were boring into her ass wrapped in the denim skirt as she did so.
Finally Sandhya got done and asked students to attempt the test.
She waited for Manish to call her over. But Manish was feeling a little nervous. Sharing her with his friends was one thing. He didn't want to create a scandal in front of the whole class and kill the goose that laid golden eggs. He just quietly and sincerely attempted the test.
Sandhya was a little disappointed when Manish ignored her even when she walked by close to him. That's because Manish knew that unlike that day when he had felt her up under his skirt, a lot of students today were craning their necks to get yet another glimpse of their sluttily dressed professor.
The class ended and all the students handed in their tests before walking out. they all took one last long look at Sandhya's deep cleavage before leaving. The girls in the class seemed scandalized. Manish and his cronies walked out without saying anything.
Sandhya was so nonplussed by what she had just done that she pretty much sprinted back to the tiny closet room. There she changed back into normal clothes, and walked out of the college. She walked past Manish and his cronies as she did so. Manish didn't stop her. He realized that he shouldn't push her too fast. She was being compliant enough as it is.
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