14-03-2022, 02:29 PM
(This post was last modified: 15-03-2022, 06:29 AM by B1ryani. Edited 2 times in total. Edited 2 times in total.)
**Part 9.**
“Oh my god, yaar.”, Ganesh said out loud, disappointed with Prof. Bakshi’s reply. “This old fuck is boring.”
“No. He’s smart.”, Ravi shot back. “He’s playing it safe. He probably suspects something is off.”. He took the phone from Viraj, scrolling upwards. “It doesn’t sound like her usual replies.”
“I know. Make her send a selfie, Viraj.”, Ganesh’s face lit up. Viraj nodded in acknowledgement. He was hoping Bakshi would initiate further, but it looks like they would have to. A selfie was a good idea, that would affirm that Purvi was the one on this end replying his messages. Maybe he would make this dumb village whore take it to the next level and humiliate her in front of her favorite teacher. She had no choice but to listen to him at this point, he held all the cards.
“Come here.”, He took the phone off Ravi’s hand and handed it to her. Purvi’s eyes went wide in horror as she read through the chat.
“Please... don’t do this...”, she sniffled, forcing her voice.” ...master.”
“Take a selfie. Send it to him.”, Viraj said, his voice cold.
That’s all? Purvi quickly adjusted her front camera, clicking a picture.
“No. You stupid cow.”, Viraj raised his voice. “Take a proper selfie. Look... flirtatious. Pucker your lips. You know, like those sluts on Instagram.”. Both Ravi and Ganesh laughed.
“Doggie knows what to do. Her Instagram is full of slutty pictures, isn’t it.”, Ganesh voiced out as he held Nila’s hand. Her face twisted into anger and hatred when she felt his skin touch hers. “Go on. Be a good dog and help her.”, Ganesh pushed her body towards Purvi.
Nila slowly walked towards Purvi, taking the phone off her hands.
“Why are you not stopping them, Nila?.”, Purvi whispered to her frantically, “You said you would be here to stop it from getting out of hand.”. She could feel herself starting to tear up again. Viraj smiled while looking at the helpless Purvi.
Nila remained quiet as she knelt down, aiming the camera at Purvi’s beautiful face. With her free hand, she adjusted Purvi’s hair, making it cover half her face and wiped the tears off her cheeks.
“Smile a little. Stick your lips out.”, Nila’s voice was low and robotic, her face expressionless.
Purvi slowly followed her instructions as she heard the camera click.
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It was already 11.25 PM.
Bakshi had left his phone on the table beside him, assuming his boring reply was enough to stop whoever that was WhatsApp-ing him from Purvi’s number to stop. The soft sound of his mouse clicking could be heard in the room as he scrolled through his saved collection of porn. He was bored of these videos already, his cock remained flaccid inside his pants, barely awake enough for him to wank one off before calling it a night.
Bakshi's phone vibrated as it received a new WhatApp notification. He picked it up, looking at the message from his lock screen.
Purvi (Class 4A) sent an image.
“Hmm. A photo? This should be interesting”, he whispered under his breath as he unlocked the phone and pressed the message notification.
Purvi had sent him a selfie. A very sexy one at that. Her hair was covering half the right side of her face. The eyes were hazy as she puckered her lips, looking like she was about to plant a kiss on him. The image looked like it was just taken as he could make out the collar of a basic T-Shirt. She was probably going to sleep soon and decided to have some innocent fun with him. He felt his cock twitch inside his pants. So, it is her messaging him.
Alright then. He had nothing better to do now anyway.
A message followed the photo.
Purvi (Class 4A) : Just my mind, sir? *wink face*
Purvi (Class 4A) : Nothing else?
Bakshi smiled slightly. He wondered how far would he be able to take this. He thought of his next words very carefully. It could still be someone else, the selfie could have been taken days ago. He was still a little apprehensive.
Bakshi : You look amazing, Purvi. You are indeed a very beautiful girl. Shouldn’t you be chatting with a boy your age instead of an old man like me?
Purvi (Class 4A) is typing...
Bakshi held his breath waiting for her reply. He enlarged the selfie, taking in the details of her beautiful face.
Purvi (Class 4A) : No sir. I don’t like any of the boys in college.
Purvi (Class 4A) : I just want to thank you
Purvi (Class 4A) : Personally *Smiley face*
Bakshi : You are most welcome, Purvi. Continue to work hard, and all your dreams will come through.
Purvi (Class 4A) is typing...
Bakshi wanted to kick himself in the head. What a fucking stupid reply. He had two Master degrees to his name and that was the best he could come up with? Why did it sound like he was trying hard to end the conversation when she was willingly flirting hard.
Purvi (Class 4A) : You did not answer me, sir. *Sad face*
Purvi (Class 4A) : What else are you going to miss about me?
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All three boys were howling in laughter as Viraj read the chat out loud to the room. “The horny old fuck must be so confused right now.”, he said, trying his best to hold in the laughter.
“Take it further, Viraj.”, Ravi said, his expression suddenly changed. “We could use this in the future, you get what I mean?”, he said, in a serious tone as Viraj nodded in agreement.
Purvi was shaking slightly, afraid of what else these bastards had in mind for her to do. What would Prof. Bakshi think of her now? How could she bring herself to look him in the face in college. Nila sat beside Purvi, holding her hand tightly. “Don’t retaliate.”, she whispered as softly as possible. “Please... listen to me, Purvi.”
Viraj smiled at the two girls on the floor. “Send him another photo!”, he handed the phone back to Nila. “This time, an upper body shot. The old fucker would like that.”
Nila aimed Purvi’s phone towards her, angling it to take a picture of her body from the waist up.
“Come on, little cow. Push your udders together. Make it sexy!”, Ganesh called out, puckering his fat lips in a kissing motion. “Make the fucker cream his pants.”
Purvi kept her head down, trying to use her hair to cover as much of her face as possible as she stuck her chest out, moving her arms closer to her body so that her heavy breasts were pushing tightly against her T-Shirt.
“Give the camera a kiss.”, Viraj smiled, watching her movements as Nila snapped a few photos and handed the phone back to him.
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**End of Part 9.**
“Oh my god, yaar.”, Ganesh said out loud, disappointed with Prof. Bakshi’s reply. “This old fuck is boring.”
“No. He’s smart.”, Ravi shot back. “He’s playing it safe. He probably suspects something is off.”. He took the phone from Viraj, scrolling upwards. “It doesn’t sound like her usual replies.”
“I know. Make her send a selfie, Viraj.”, Ganesh’s face lit up. Viraj nodded in acknowledgement. He was hoping Bakshi would initiate further, but it looks like they would have to. A selfie was a good idea, that would affirm that Purvi was the one on this end replying his messages. Maybe he would make this dumb village whore take it to the next level and humiliate her in front of her favorite teacher. She had no choice but to listen to him at this point, he held all the cards.
“Come here.”, He took the phone off Ravi’s hand and handed it to her. Purvi’s eyes went wide in horror as she read through the chat.
“Please... don’t do this...”, she sniffled, forcing her voice.” ...master.”
“Take a selfie. Send it to him.”, Viraj said, his voice cold.
That’s all? Purvi quickly adjusted her front camera, clicking a picture.
“No. You stupid cow.”, Viraj raised his voice. “Take a proper selfie. Look... flirtatious. Pucker your lips. You know, like those sluts on Instagram.”. Both Ravi and Ganesh laughed.
“Doggie knows what to do. Her Instagram is full of slutty pictures, isn’t it.”, Ganesh voiced out as he held Nila’s hand. Her face twisted into anger and hatred when she felt his skin touch hers. “Go on. Be a good dog and help her.”, Ganesh pushed her body towards Purvi.
Nila slowly walked towards Purvi, taking the phone off her hands.
“Why are you not stopping them, Nila?.”, Purvi whispered to her frantically, “You said you would be here to stop it from getting out of hand.”. She could feel herself starting to tear up again. Viraj smiled while looking at the helpless Purvi.
Nila remained quiet as she knelt down, aiming the camera at Purvi’s beautiful face. With her free hand, she adjusted Purvi’s hair, making it cover half her face and wiped the tears off her cheeks.
“Smile a little. Stick your lips out.”, Nila’s voice was low and robotic, her face expressionless.
Purvi slowly followed her instructions as she heard the camera click.
----------
It was already 11.25 PM.
Bakshi had left his phone on the table beside him, assuming his boring reply was enough to stop whoever that was WhatsApp-ing him from Purvi’s number to stop. The soft sound of his mouse clicking could be heard in the room as he scrolled through his saved collection of porn. He was bored of these videos already, his cock remained flaccid inside his pants, barely awake enough for him to wank one off before calling it a night.
Bakshi's phone vibrated as it received a new WhatApp notification. He picked it up, looking at the message from his lock screen.
Purvi (Class 4A) sent an image.
“Hmm. A photo? This should be interesting”, he whispered under his breath as he unlocked the phone and pressed the message notification.
Purvi had sent him a selfie. A very sexy one at that. Her hair was covering half the right side of her face. The eyes were hazy as she puckered her lips, looking like she was about to plant a kiss on him. The image looked like it was just taken as he could make out the collar of a basic T-Shirt. She was probably going to sleep soon and decided to have some innocent fun with him. He felt his cock twitch inside his pants. So, it is her messaging him.
Alright then. He had nothing better to do now anyway.
A message followed the photo.
Purvi (Class 4A) : Just my mind, sir? *wink face*
Purvi (Class 4A) : Nothing else?
Bakshi smiled slightly. He wondered how far would he be able to take this. He thought of his next words very carefully. It could still be someone else, the selfie could have been taken days ago. He was still a little apprehensive.
Bakshi : You look amazing, Purvi. You are indeed a very beautiful girl. Shouldn’t you be chatting with a boy your age instead of an old man like me?
Purvi (Class 4A) is typing...
Bakshi held his breath waiting for her reply. He enlarged the selfie, taking in the details of her beautiful face.
Purvi (Class 4A) : No sir. I don’t like any of the boys in college.
Purvi (Class 4A) : I just want to thank you
Purvi (Class 4A) : Personally *Smiley face*
Bakshi : You are most welcome, Purvi. Continue to work hard, and all your dreams will come through.
Purvi (Class 4A) is typing...
Bakshi wanted to kick himself in the head. What a fucking stupid reply. He had two Master degrees to his name and that was the best he could come up with? Why did it sound like he was trying hard to end the conversation when she was willingly flirting hard.
Purvi (Class 4A) : You did not answer me, sir. *Sad face*
Purvi (Class 4A) : What else are you going to miss about me?
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All three boys were howling in laughter as Viraj read the chat out loud to the room. “The horny old fuck must be so confused right now.”, he said, trying his best to hold in the laughter.
“Take it further, Viraj.”, Ravi said, his expression suddenly changed. “We could use this in the future, you get what I mean?”, he said, in a serious tone as Viraj nodded in agreement.
Purvi was shaking slightly, afraid of what else these bastards had in mind for her to do. What would Prof. Bakshi think of her now? How could she bring herself to look him in the face in college. Nila sat beside Purvi, holding her hand tightly. “Don’t retaliate.”, she whispered as softly as possible. “Please... listen to me, Purvi.”
Viraj smiled at the two girls on the floor. “Send him another photo!”, he handed the phone back to Nila. “This time, an upper body shot. The old fucker would like that.”
Nila aimed Purvi’s phone towards her, angling it to take a picture of her body from the waist up.
“Come on, little cow. Push your udders together. Make it sexy!”, Ganesh called out, puckering his fat lips in a kissing motion. “Make the fucker cream his pants.”
Purvi kept her head down, trying to use her hair to cover as much of her face as possible as she stuck her chest out, moving her arms closer to her body so that her heavy breasts were pushing tightly against her T-Shirt.
“Give the camera a kiss.”, Viraj smiled, watching her movements as Nila snapped a few photos and handed the phone back to him.
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**End of Part 9.**
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