14-03-2022, 08:28 AM
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**Part 8.**
Ananda Bakshi had gotten home to his one-bedroom studio apartment in a slightly upscale part of town. It was an exhausting day, seeing as he was required to be present in the examination hall during his final paper to monitor the students.
As per his unofficial job scope, the dean had given him a list of student names that he was required to pass for their progression. These students of course, were kids from the upper-class community, their parents being influential enough to hold Dean Thomas’s balls in their grip. Bakshi could not care less about them; he was paid enough to not question the Dean’s demands. However, there were certain students that would catch his eye every semester.
One of those students were Purvi. His jaw dropped slightly when she had entered his class for the first time, her beauty had captured his attention right from the start. Throughout the semester, she had continued to excel, being one of his top scorers. Beauty and brains, he thought to himself, a rare combination. Her big bust on that petite body, that sweet smile and flawless dark brown skin made his cock ache.
Bakshi placed his work bag on the table and went over to his computer, switching it on to surf through his favorite porn sites. He needed a release; he had already tried most of the town’s whores and was already bored of them. While waiting for his computer to boot up, he thought of Purvi sitting in the examination hall a few hours ago, her face confident as she wrote pages upon pages answering his essay questions with ease. He was going to miss her next semester. Ah yes, she still owed him an assignment, he thought to himself. He smiled slightly as he sat back on his leather chair and grabbed his phone to send Purvi a text.
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Purvi remained on the floor, her cheek still stinging slightly from the second slap she had received from Viraj. Her eyes not moving from her phone that he held in his hands.
“Shall we give this horny old bastard a tease, little cow?”, Viraj asked her sarcastically, the WhatsApp chat screen between her and Prof. Bakshi still remained open on her phone screen. “Consider this your second task.”
“Please...Vir...master...”, Purvi’s face was filled with fear as she watched him type into her phone. She could hear Ganesh giggling from the dining table.
“The fucker probably want’s some fresh cow milk, yaar.” , he laughed out loud.
Purvi : Hi sir. *Smiley face*
Bakshi Sir is typing...
“Look at him reply at once.”, Viraj commented, smiling at the screen.
Bakshi Sir : Any difficulty with the paper today, Purvi?
Purvi : No sir. But I will be sad to leave your class sir. *Sad face*
Bakshi Sir is typing...
Purvi was starting to tear up again. What was Viraj going to do. She could not afford to fail any classes, her family’s situation depended highly on her. Viraj and Ravi were chuckling waiting for Prof. Bakshi’s reply.
Bakshi Sir : I am sad too, Purvi. You are one of my brightest students. I will be sad to see you go.
Ravi read the message out loud in a mocking tone for everyone to hear before the three boys burst out laughing again.
“I know. I know. Ask him which part of her will he be the saddest to see going.”, Ganesh said in between deep breaths from laughing too hard.
“Good idea. Hold on.”, Viraj said as he typed out the message. Purvi was aghast, her body was trembling. Prof. Bakshi had always treated her with respect and she had always thought of him as a father figure in college. She had constantly gone to him for one-to-one consultations throughout the semester, sharing her personal family related stories and her dreams for the future. He was always supportive and made her want to strive harder to better herself.
Purvi : Which part of me would you miss the most, sir? *Smirk face*
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Bakshi laid back on his chair, enjoying his little chat with Purvi.
He looked at her reply. “Which part would I miss the most?”, he whispered out loud, slightly confused. Is she flirting with me? It can’t be. Unfortunately for him, Purvi was not that type of girl. There was always an aura of sweet innocence around her.
Bakshi looked back down at his phone screen. As much as he lusted after her body, his reputation was at stake. Perhaps he should clarify.
Bakshi : What do you mean, Purvi?
Purvi (Class 4A) is typing...
While waiting for her reply, Bakshi logged into his profile, immediately clicking into his hidden folder containing his favorite videos to jerk off to.
He felt his phone vibrate in his hand as Purvi’s reply came in.
Purvi (Class 4A) : My face, sir? Or maybe something else... ? *Smiley face*
She was flirting with him. Bakshi took a moment, thinking his answer through. Purvi’s style of replying messages now were very different from their usual casual chats, and the biggest red flag being she had never used emoticons in their chat. He was a smart man, knowing better than to entrap himself.
Perhaps Purvi’s phone was stolen by another student and they wanted to catch him in the act and expose him. Student/Teacher relations were highly frowned upon in college, although he knew a few of his colleagues were fucking some of their students. Bakshi was not willing to take that risk, for now.
As much as Bakshi wanted to reply “Those tits”, he decided to keep the chat professional. Also, just in case it wasn't Purvi on the other end of the line.
Bakshi : Your amazing mind, Purvi. You are a very bright student with a great future ahead of you. I will miss that.
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**End of Part 8.**
Ananda Bakshi had gotten home to his one-bedroom studio apartment in a slightly upscale part of town. It was an exhausting day, seeing as he was required to be present in the examination hall during his final paper to monitor the students.
As per his unofficial job scope, the dean had given him a list of student names that he was required to pass for their progression. These students of course, were kids from the upper-class community, their parents being influential enough to hold Dean Thomas’s balls in their grip. Bakshi could not care less about them; he was paid enough to not question the Dean’s demands. However, there were certain students that would catch his eye every semester.
One of those students were Purvi. His jaw dropped slightly when she had entered his class for the first time, her beauty had captured his attention right from the start. Throughout the semester, she had continued to excel, being one of his top scorers. Beauty and brains, he thought to himself, a rare combination. Her big bust on that petite body, that sweet smile and flawless dark brown skin made his cock ache.
Bakshi placed his work bag on the table and went over to his computer, switching it on to surf through his favorite porn sites. He needed a release; he had already tried most of the town’s whores and was already bored of them. While waiting for his computer to boot up, he thought of Purvi sitting in the examination hall a few hours ago, her face confident as she wrote pages upon pages answering his essay questions with ease. He was going to miss her next semester. Ah yes, she still owed him an assignment, he thought to himself. He smiled slightly as he sat back on his leather chair and grabbed his phone to send Purvi a text.
----------
Purvi remained on the floor, her cheek still stinging slightly from the second slap she had received from Viraj. Her eyes not moving from her phone that he held in his hands.
“Shall we give this horny old bastard a tease, little cow?”, Viraj asked her sarcastically, the WhatsApp chat screen between her and Prof. Bakshi still remained open on her phone screen. “Consider this your second task.”
“Please...Vir...master...”, Purvi’s face was filled with fear as she watched him type into her phone. She could hear Ganesh giggling from the dining table.
“The fucker probably want’s some fresh cow milk, yaar.” , he laughed out loud.
Purvi : Hi sir. *Smiley face*
Bakshi Sir is typing...
“Look at him reply at once.”, Viraj commented, smiling at the screen.
Bakshi Sir : Any difficulty with the paper today, Purvi?
Purvi : No sir. But I will be sad to leave your class sir. *Sad face*
Bakshi Sir is typing...
Purvi was starting to tear up again. What was Viraj going to do. She could not afford to fail any classes, her family’s situation depended highly on her. Viraj and Ravi were chuckling waiting for Prof. Bakshi’s reply.
Bakshi Sir : I am sad too, Purvi. You are one of my brightest students. I will be sad to see you go.
Ravi read the message out loud in a mocking tone for everyone to hear before the three boys burst out laughing again.
“I know. I know. Ask him which part of her will he be the saddest to see going.”, Ganesh said in between deep breaths from laughing too hard.
“Good idea. Hold on.”, Viraj said as he typed out the message. Purvi was aghast, her body was trembling. Prof. Bakshi had always treated her with respect and she had always thought of him as a father figure in college. She had constantly gone to him for one-to-one consultations throughout the semester, sharing her personal family related stories and her dreams for the future. He was always supportive and made her want to strive harder to better herself.
Purvi : Which part of me would you miss the most, sir? *Smirk face*
----------
Bakshi laid back on his chair, enjoying his little chat with Purvi.
He looked at her reply. “Which part would I miss the most?”, he whispered out loud, slightly confused. Is she flirting with me? It can’t be. Unfortunately for him, Purvi was not that type of girl. There was always an aura of sweet innocence around her.
Bakshi looked back down at his phone screen. As much as he lusted after her body, his reputation was at stake. Perhaps he should clarify.
Bakshi : What do you mean, Purvi?
Purvi (Class 4A) is typing...
While waiting for her reply, Bakshi logged into his profile, immediately clicking into his hidden folder containing his favorite videos to jerk off to.
He felt his phone vibrate in his hand as Purvi’s reply came in.
Purvi (Class 4A) : My face, sir? Or maybe something else... ? *Smiley face*
She was flirting with him. Bakshi took a moment, thinking his answer through. Purvi’s style of replying messages now were very different from their usual casual chats, and the biggest red flag being she had never used emoticons in their chat. He was a smart man, knowing better than to entrap himself.
Perhaps Purvi’s phone was stolen by another student and they wanted to catch him in the act and expose him. Student/Teacher relations were highly frowned upon in college, although he knew a few of his colleagues were fucking some of their students. Bakshi was not willing to take that risk, for now.
As much as Bakshi wanted to reply “Those tits”, he decided to keep the chat professional. Also, just in case it wasn't Purvi on the other end of the line.
Bakshi : Your amazing mind, Purvi. You are a very bright student with a great future ahead of you. I will miss that.
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**End of Part 8.**
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