16-03-2022, 09:30 AM
(This post was last modified: 16-03-2022, 04:28 PM by B1ryani. Edited 6 times in total. Edited 6 times in total.)
**Part 10.**
Bakshi was looking at his phone with his forehead frowned as multiple answers ran through his mind when he received another notification.
Purvi (Class 4A) sent an image.
He held his breath until the photo loaded and finally popped out on screen.
Purvi was staring straight at the camera, her lips puckered out into a kiss. Her arms were pushed tightly against her sides, making those big tits stick out against her shirt at him. Bakshi let out a little gasp. This little slut, he thought to himself as his lips curled into a little smile.
Purvi (Class 4A) is typing...
Bakshi waited until the message came through.
Purvi (Class 4A) : Now, what do you think, sir? *Cheeky face*
Purvi (Class 4A) : Would you miss these as well, sir?
Bakshi was slightly stunned by her reply, is she talking about her tits? Was she this daring? Purvi did not seem the type, but you can never know. Sometimes, its these small village types turn wild when they come to the city. Peer pressure and culture shock gets even to the best of them.
He slowly typed out, choosing his words wisely. The brain in his cock was telling him to push further and see where this conversation would take him, but the brain in his head was triggering multiple warnings. Was this random village slut worth risking his entire career over? What if these chats went viral? It would mean the end of him, a pariah in the education community. News travels fast nowadays.
But those tits on her, Bakshi licked his lips. He can’t stop her from showing him more, can he? He wasn’t the one who asked for any photos, he just asked her how was her final paper. Perhaps, if he played his cards right. .
Bakshi : What do you mean by ‘these’, Purvi?
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Viraj looked at Purvi’s face, taking in the horror and resentment from her face. He was going to strip away her dignity, literally, piece by piece. He laughed out loud, “Hahahaha, the old fucker definitely wants more, Purvi.”. He stared at her; his eyes gleaming as he looked at her chest. “Take your shirt off. Let's give him a show.”
Purvi’s face changed, her expression of anger turned to shock, “No..No... no way.”, she kept her hands up, “I will not...”.
Ganesh stood up, rushing towards her and grabbing her by the wrists.” Come on, little cow.”, he laughed as he held her down. “Pull her top off Doggie. Hurry up!”.
“NoooOoo... get the fuck off me, you bastard!”, Purvi shouted at him, her eyes watering as she struggled and twisted her body on the floor. Ravi got off his chair, smiling widely as he held her legs down. “Please... please... please... Viraj... master... please... don’t...”, Purvi begged, looking at Viraj.
Nila knelt down beside Purvi’s waist, avoiding her eyes as she grabbed the bottom of her T-shirt,” Purvi...I’m so sorry.”. In one swift motion, Nila pulled Purvi’s top up to her shoulders.
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Purvi (Class 4A) sent an image.
Bakshi was waiting with anticipation, his hands shaking slightly with excitement as he opened the app to let the photo come through.
“Oh fuck.”, he whispered softly to himself.
Purvi had sent him a close-up photo of her chest. Her tits squeezed against each other held in by a low-cut white training bra. The edges of her dark areolas could be seen peeking out from the exposed middle as the bra struggled to hold her breasts in. He could make out the two obvious little bumps poking through the training bra where her nipples were.
Purvi (Class 4A) : These sir. *wink face*
Blood rushed down to Bakshi's cock. His willpower fading fast. He should put an end to this, it was too risky, he thought. But deep down, he also wanted to see more. He has never felt so alive, a girl three times younger than him sending him lewd pictures. It felt like a dream. He was regretfully going to deny this little slut one last time, he thought hard about his career and reputation.
Bakshi : Purvi
Bakshi : I don’t think it is appropriate to send your teacher these kinds of pictures. I think of you as a daughter.
Purvi (Class 4A) : Are you sure, sir? *sad face*
Purvi (Class 4A) : I just wanted to personally thank you, sir. For everything you have done.
Purvi (Class 4A) : This is a thank you gift to you, sir.
Purvi (Class 4A) : Please, sir. Would you like to unwrap your gift? *happy face**wink face*
Bakshi could feel beads of sweat form on the top of his head as his cock struggled to break free from his pants. This girl could ruin him, but fuck it. He wanted more. Bakshi’s hands were shaking as he replied Purvi’s message.
Bakshi : Yes.
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Purvi laid on the floor, her hands held down by Ganesh, her legs by Ravi as Viraj stood over her holding her phone. She had stopped struggling, tears were slowly starting to roll down her cheeks. Nila could not bear to face her, avoiding her gaze by every means necessary.
Her top was pulled up to her shoulder, with all three boys staring at her chest area. The cheap training bra she had on was too small for her, threatening to break loose at any time. She had stopped moving in fear of that happening.
“Take it off, yaar.”, Ganesh could not take his beady eyes off her breasts.
“Fuck you!”, Purvi screamed at Ganesh as he laughed, gripping her wrists tighter.
“Shut up, cow!”, Viraj shouted back, staring at her. “Remember your place here. You are nothing but a cheap village whore ...”
“Viraj.”, Ravi said, “Maybe we can do a little road trip and pay her sister a visit instead?”, smirking at her.
Viraj laughed as he bent down, placing her phone screen close to Purvi’s face. “Guess who wants to see more, little cow?”, he said, using his right hand to roughly tap her cheek. “Shall we free these udders?”.
Both Ganesh and Ravi cheered loudly as Purvi’s started to twist and turn her body violently again, trying to escape them, shouting, “No... no... nooo...”
“Take her bra off, Doggie.”
**End of Part 10.**
Bakshi was looking at his phone with his forehead frowned as multiple answers ran through his mind when he received another notification.
Purvi (Class 4A) sent an image.
He held his breath until the photo loaded and finally popped out on screen.
Purvi was staring straight at the camera, her lips puckered out into a kiss. Her arms were pushed tightly against her sides, making those big tits stick out against her shirt at him. Bakshi let out a little gasp. This little slut, he thought to himself as his lips curled into a little smile.
Purvi (Class 4A) is typing...
Bakshi waited until the message came through.
Purvi (Class 4A) : Now, what do you think, sir? *Cheeky face*
Purvi (Class 4A) : Would you miss these as well, sir?
Bakshi was slightly stunned by her reply, is she talking about her tits? Was she this daring? Purvi did not seem the type, but you can never know. Sometimes, its these small village types turn wild when they come to the city. Peer pressure and culture shock gets even to the best of them.
He slowly typed out, choosing his words wisely. The brain in his cock was telling him to push further and see where this conversation would take him, but the brain in his head was triggering multiple warnings. Was this random village slut worth risking his entire career over? What if these chats went viral? It would mean the end of him, a pariah in the education community. News travels fast nowadays.
But those tits on her, Bakshi licked his lips. He can’t stop her from showing him more, can he? He wasn’t the one who asked for any photos, he just asked her how was her final paper. Perhaps, if he played his cards right. .
Bakshi : What do you mean by ‘these’, Purvi?
----------
Viraj looked at Purvi’s face, taking in the horror and resentment from her face. He was going to strip away her dignity, literally, piece by piece. He laughed out loud, “Hahahaha, the old fucker definitely wants more, Purvi.”. He stared at her; his eyes gleaming as he looked at her chest. “Take your shirt off. Let's give him a show.”
Purvi’s face changed, her expression of anger turned to shock, “No..No... no way.”, she kept her hands up, “I will not...”.
Ganesh stood up, rushing towards her and grabbing her by the wrists.” Come on, little cow.”, he laughed as he held her down. “Pull her top off Doggie. Hurry up!”.
“NoooOoo... get the fuck off me, you bastard!”, Purvi shouted at him, her eyes watering as she struggled and twisted her body on the floor. Ravi got off his chair, smiling widely as he held her legs down. “Please... please... please... Viraj... master... please... don’t...”, Purvi begged, looking at Viraj.
Nila knelt down beside Purvi’s waist, avoiding her eyes as she grabbed the bottom of her T-shirt,” Purvi...I’m so sorry.”. In one swift motion, Nila pulled Purvi’s top up to her shoulders.
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Purvi (Class 4A) sent an image.
Bakshi was waiting with anticipation, his hands shaking slightly with excitement as he opened the app to let the photo come through.
“Oh fuck.”, he whispered softly to himself.
Purvi had sent him a close-up photo of her chest. Her tits squeezed against each other held in by a low-cut white training bra. The edges of her dark areolas could be seen peeking out from the exposed middle as the bra struggled to hold her breasts in. He could make out the two obvious little bumps poking through the training bra where her nipples were.
Purvi (Class 4A) : These sir. *wink face*
Blood rushed down to Bakshi's cock. His willpower fading fast. He should put an end to this, it was too risky, he thought. But deep down, he also wanted to see more. He has never felt so alive, a girl three times younger than him sending him lewd pictures. It felt like a dream. He was regretfully going to deny this little slut one last time, he thought hard about his career and reputation.
Bakshi : Purvi
Bakshi : I don’t think it is appropriate to send your teacher these kinds of pictures. I think of you as a daughter.
Purvi (Class 4A) : Are you sure, sir? *sad face*
Purvi (Class 4A) : I just wanted to personally thank you, sir. For everything you have done.
Purvi (Class 4A) : This is a thank you gift to you, sir.
Purvi (Class 4A) : Please, sir. Would you like to unwrap your gift? *happy face**wink face*
Bakshi could feel beads of sweat form on the top of his head as his cock struggled to break free from his pants. This girl could ruin him, but fuck it. He wanted more. Bakshi’s hands were shaking as he replied Purvi’s message.
Bakshi : Yes.
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Purvi laid on the floor, her hands held down by Ganesh, her legs by Ravi as Viraj stood over her holding her phone. She had stopped struggling, tears were slowly starting to roll down her cheeks. Nila could not bear to face her, avoiding her gaze by every means necessary.
Her top was pulled up to her shoulder, with all three boys staring at her chest area. The cheap training bra she had on was too small for her, threatening to break loose at any time. She had stopped moving in fear of that happening.
“Take it off, yaar.”, Ganesh could not take his beady eyes off her breasts.
“Fuck you!”, Purvi screamed at Ganesh as he laughed, gripping her wrists tighter.
“Shut up, cow!”, Viraj shouted back, staring at her. “Remember your place here. You are nothing but a cheap village whore ...”
“Viraj.”, Ravi said, “Maybe we can do a little road trip and pay her sister a visit instead?”, smirking at her.
Viraj laughed as he bent down, placing her phone screen close to Purvi’s face. “Guess who wants to see more, little cow?”, he said, using his right hand to roughly tap her cheek. “Shall we free these udders?”.
Both Ganesh and Ravi cheered loudly as Purvi’s started to twist and turn her body violently again, trying to escape them, shouting, “No... no... nooo...”
“Take her bra off, Doggie.”
**End of Part 10.**
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