02-01-2019, 01:18 PM
Kajol cont'd
She marched to his chamber with the bearing of an outward bravado, which she knew she didn’t really possess. Knocking once, she entered. He was alone, inside, seated behind a massive desk, full of books and journals, all untidily arranged.
He beckoned her to the seat in front and she sat down obediently. Casually, he tossed her paper back at her and asked her to go through it. She opened it, leafed through the pages and immediately closed her eyes thereafter. ‘Was it that awful’, she wondered. For, on every page, in every paragraph, the professor’s writing in bold red correction pencil stood out. All in all, the paper was ready for the trash bin. ‘God! How do I get out of this’, she sent out a silent prayer.
“Imagine my co-authoring this paper with you, …, would have been the laughing stock of the year. What bilge!” He spat out in disgust.
Sudden tears stung her eyes. In a quivering voice, she said, “Sir, please, please sir. Let me do this right this time. Please sir.” Her voice had gone small. A sob came out.
He raised a hand to stop her whining and when she had stopped, continued.
“I have a fair notion of why this has come about”, his eyes bored onto her over the rim of his spectacle. She lowered her gaze. “This way”, his voice had gone cold, “you can give up your ideas about a doctorate and go back to being a housewife.”
She had bowed her head down. The tears wouldn’t stop now. It was the end, the very end, …, to her dreams …
“Get up”, he heard his voice while wiping her tears and she obeyed immediately.
“You will sit today, till you rewrite the whole thing and will not leave this room till you do so – that is if you still want to continue …” his voice trailed ominously.
She nodded dumbly, for her tongue failed her. He motioned her to the small anteroom separated by a curtain. She had never been there before and following him inside, she observed that it was basically a small passage to the attached toilet. There was a small ledge with a stool underneath, to which he motioned her. Immediately, she placed her laptop there and placed the paper to be corrected. A while later, the professor brought out a couple of books and journals, all heavily flagged and dumped them there. She sat down on the stool and immediately started to leaf through the objections which he had noted …
Barely had she started, he drew the curtain and came back again.
“Oh! Forgot to tell you. Remove your shoes and place them there”, he pointed at a farther spot.
Without comprehending anything, she bent down and took off her comfortable sneakers. He soles touched the floor. It was so cool. Then he came closer to her and sat down on the tool and when she faced him, he beckoned her closer. At arms length, he put his fingers inside her belt and deliberately drew her close.
As if she was in a dream, as if things were happening to someone else, and not to her; she watched the professor, unclasp the belt and pull the ends apart. The zipper was pulled down – the trrrrrrrr sound – she heard from afar. A moment later, the big button had been undone and the pant now pulled wide open. Strange fingers entered her panty sides and loosened their grip. Deliberately, the pant and the underwear were pulled down and now covered her ankles. The professor raised both foot, one at a time, and threw off the clothes to where her sneakers lay. His fingers brushed her pubic hair, as if to air them, and then pulled at the strands gently, here and there, everywhere …
In the dream she heard him say, “It gets pretty warm inside. Now you will be all comfortable to continue your work.”
In the same dream he saw walk out behind the curtain to his chamber and heard the creaks of the chair as he sat down …
A sudden draft through the vent placed above, let in a gust of winter breeze and the cold wrapped her instantly around her naked legs.
She looked down and realized that it had been no dream. She was buck naked, waist down. Wearily, she walked over to the stool and sat down. She sighed again. There was a research paper that had to be fixed today…
An hour later, she was deep into the intricacies of the caste - class stratification matrix in the modern times, when she heard another voice in the next room. She froze…. The voices coming from the other side of the curtain indicated that, it was some student who had come in for a discussion on some topic … She held her breath. … They were continuing their talk within ten feet of her, with just the curtain separating her from a very routine and normal world, a professor and a student discussing, only that, only that, on this side of curtain, she lay … For a second, she looked around the room, seeking the non-existent escape route … She shut her eyes and plugged her ears with her fingers, … , as if there was a very physical assault on her persona … Mechanically, she began to cross and uncross her legs, … , tight …
A while later, she opened her eyes and realized that the conversation had stopped in the other room. She was relieved and started breathing normally. Simultaneously, she loosened her calf muscles and opened her legs a bit. There was a dampness in her nether region. Tentatively, she probed with a finger there and was surprised. She was fairly wet… ‘What was happening to her’, she wondered … But she had the paper to finish. She went back to the opened journal…
In the next couple of hours, she counted at least seven visitors, among which she could recognize the voice of three other faculty members. Strangely, she felt excited. There she was sitting, just a couple of paces away, naked on a stool and working on her paper. Her concentration had reached a sublime level – and the outside distractions seemed to spur her on to higher peaks – she had entered into the zone …
After she had rewritten the first para, she threw her head back and exhaled deeply. Elsewhere, in her private parts, there was something happening, as if a burning threat arising. She gave a quick fingering job and the itch subsided. She went back to the next para, …,
The stool was all gooey by the time she completed the job. Also she felt completely bushed. A look at the bottom right hand corner of the screen told her that it was already past four and that is when she remembered that she had not had any lunch, forget the lunch, she didn’t even have any water…
She called out to him and the professor asked her to come over. She made a step towards the curtain and suddenly realized the state, she was in.
“What’s taking you so long?”, the professor asked and she marched up to him hastily. She stood besides him and wordlessly handed over, the flash drive containing the revised paper. He took it and was trying to insert in, when there was a knock on the door…
She panicked and was about to jump back behind the curtains, when he said, “Stay.”
Horror of horrors, she watched the room door opening and in stepped the peon…
She could have died of shame right there and wished for the floor to split and swallow her up, when she noticed that the peon was looking directly at Bharadwaj. Swiftly, she noticed the pile of books at the corner of the desk and moved fractionally, just so …, as to her nether portions being out of sight, …
The professor handed him over some reports and asked him to have those delivered to some one else. He came forward to receive those and Kajol closed her eyes …
But he didn’t look at her, nor at least until he had collected the papers and was turning to leave. Then he looked at her, directly in the eyes, and gave a smile – with that hint of recognition.
After the peon had closed the door behind him, her legs gave way and she collapsed, her naked legs splayed outwards, pussy visible to the professor, in a very un-student like pose.
He asked if she had her lunch. She waved her head in denial. Then he enquired, if he would have some snacks ordered for her. She came to her senses and replied feebly that she had her lunch box. With that she got up and went inside the anteroom. She pulled out the lunch box from inside her bag. The professor had walked in unnoticed. Just as she was about to open her box, he took it out of her hands. Then he started unbuttoning her shirt, … , she had no energy to protest, the shirt landed on the rest of her piled up clothes, … , and a moment later the bra was off and was discarded off similarly.
She faced him now, … , fully naked, … , totally powerless, … , fully aware that she was in his complete control … Very casually, he held a nipple between his thumb and forefinger, as if examining a particularly interesting artifact . She had no complaints to make and awaited his further action. He twisted it this way and that, albeit gently, and she let out a soft moan. Then he dropped it and led to the small toilet where he made her sit down on the commode. There, he opened the lunch box and took out a sandwich. He took a bite from it and held it before her mouth. She understood what was expected of her. Nibbling away piece by piece, she ate it off his hand. Thereafter, she licked his fingers for the crumbs. He indicated at the basin faucet nearby, that was partially stained and she opened it to let the water flow. Cupping her hand, she took a gulp. He frowned at her action. She understood and put her mouth directly to the rusted tap.
The professor had taken out his mobile and punched in some keys. He spoke one word into it, “Come”. Then he motioned her to get back to her stool. Three minutes later, Pooja madam, the junior lecturer, who was still on ad-hoc basis walked in. Kajol looked at her in shock. She was the same woman, she had threatened with exposure, the same who had managed her to meet with the Goddess…
Pooja, if at surprised in any manner in finding her there, showed no emotion. Nor did she demonstrate any sign of recognition. The professor mentioned pointed at Kajol’s crotch and she sat down on her haunches before her. Wordlessly, she opened the latter’s legs wide and stuck her mouth at her pussy. Like a professional, she started on her job.
The first flick of her tongue and Kajol closed her eyes. Her pulse had quickened. Then her rimming started in right earnest and she bucked up. Expertly, the women below had found her clitty and was pinging on it remorselessly. Kajol grabbed the head and pushed it further in. She didn’t care any longer if the woman was getting any air to breathe, … , now that she had been launched into the trajectory of pleasure, …, her grip tightened on the woman’s hair, … , her own body now arched back fully to provide maximum access to the probing tongue, … , “Ahhhhh…”, she grunted as the rainbows loomed closer, …,
A sudden slap and she came to her senses. Through her bulging eyes, she saw Bharadwaj naked before her, holding his manhood, shaking it up, …, offering it up, …, to her … She took it in her mouth , sucking him up greedily, grateful for the second orbit of pleasure that he had shot her upto, …, furiously she started licking the head, the smooth foreskin, gently easing it back to reveal the glans, … , then she flicked her tongue around it before devouring it fully and as the professor held her head tight and started a furious face fucking that choked her and rushed the blood up; she didn’t know where it was coming from, … , the pleasure, … , or the agony, for both were extensions of each other, and it was her whole body that was on fire, …, saliva dripping from her mouth to over Pooja’s head, …, the latter having inserted two fingers inside to open her vulvae lips as her tongue probed in deeper and deeper …, and she no longer existed, … , she had been transformed into an organism of multiple orgasms – a smoldering cauldron of sensation, then there was nothing and nothing, she felt absolutely nothing, as the multiples tremors had wrecked her throughout, leaving her spent, totally empty…
Bharadwaj came in her mouth and mechanically she sucked him dry. He touched the woman below with his foot and indicated her to back off. She got off and walked away. Without waiting for Kajol to regain her breath, he pulled her to the toilet and again made her sit on the commode, her legs astride Then he walked over near her and pushed her head back to his penis. Mechanically, she opened her mouth, took him in and commenced sucking him again. His manhood shrunk back rapidly as she realized and wondered how long it would take to rise up for the next round, for he still maintained the vice like grip on her head. There was a slight stirring and immediately her mouth was full. He was pissing, she realized immediately, as she opened out her lips and the warm liquid trickled out. It gushed out in a torrent, and filled the small room with the characteristic stink. She tried to back away, but the grip on her head was firm. It was so tight that she couldn’t move her head an inch, in any way. The first spurt had already gone inside her, when she was unprepared and she closed down her throat…
He was finished. Releasing his hold over her, he went to the basis and washed there. Then he walked out.
Kajol sank down to the floor. She had no strength to get up. His piss was everywhere – on the floor, on her chest, on her face and inside her. The small cubicle stank. Her stomach started churning and before she knew, she had thrown up repeatedly in the loo.
She marched to his chamber with the bearing of an outward bravado, which she knew she didn’t really possess. Knocking once, she entered. He was alone, inside, seated behind a massive desk, full of books and journals, all untidily arranged.
He beckoned her to the seat in front and she sat down obediently. Casually, he tossed her paper back at her and asked her to go through it. She opened it, leafed through the pages and immediately closed her eyes thereafter. ‘Was it that awful’, she wondered. For, on every page, in every paragraph, the professor’s writing in bold red correction pencil stood out. All in all, the paper was ready for the trash bin. ‘God! How do I get out of this’, she sent out a silent prayer.
“Imagine my co-authoring this paper with you, …, would have been the laughing stock of the year. What bilge!” He spat out in disgust.
Sudden tears stung her eyes. In a quivering voice, she said, “Sir, please, please sir. Let me do this right this time. Please sir.” Her voice had gone small. A sob came out.
He raised a hand to stop her whining and when she had stopped, continued.
“I have a fair notion of why this has come about”, his eyes bored onto her over the rim of his spectacle. She lowered her gaze. “This way”, his voice had gone cold, “you can give up your ideas about a doctorate and go back to being a housewife.”
She had bowed her head down. The tears wouldn’t stop now. It was the end, the very end, …, to her dreams …
“Get up”, he heard his voice while wiping her tears and she obeyed immediately.
“You will sit today, till you rewrite the whole thing and will not leave this room till you do so – that is if you still want to continue …” his voice trailed ominously.
She nodded dumbly, for her tongue failed her. He motioned her to the small anteroom separated by a curtain. She had never been there before and following him inside, she observed that it was basically a small passage to the attached toilet. There was a small ledge with a stool underneath, to which he motioned her. Immediately, she placed her laptop there and placed the paper to be corrected. A while later, the professor brought out a couple of books and journals, all heavily flagged and dumped them there. She sat down on the stool and immediately started to leaf through the objections which he had noted …
Barely had she started, he drew the curtain and came back again.
“Oh! Forgot to tell you. Remove your shoes and place them there”, he pointed at a farther spot.
Without comprehending anything, she bent down and took off her comfortable sneakers. He soles touched the floor. It was so cool. Then he came closer to her and sat down on the tool and when she faced him, he beckoned her closer. At arms length, he put his fingers inside her belt and deliberately drew her close.
As if she was in a dream, as if things were happening to someone else, and not to her; she watched the professor, unclasp the belt and pull the ends apart. The zipper was pulled down – the trrrrrrrr sound – she heard from afar. A moment later, the big button had been undone and the pant now pulled wide open. Strange fingers entered her panty sides and loosened their grip. Deliberately, the pant and the underwear were pulled down and now covered her ankles. The professor raised both foot, one at a time, and threw off the clothes to where her sneakers lay. His fingers brushed her pubic hair, as if to air them, and then pulled at the strands gently, here and there, everywhere …
In the dream she heard him say, “It gets pretty warm inside. Now you will be all comfortable to continue your work.”
In the same dream he saw walk out behind the curtain to his chamber and heard the creaks of the chair as he sat down …
A sudden draft through the vent placed above, let in a gust of winter breeze and the cold wrapped her instantly around her naked legs.
She looked down and realized that it had been no dream. She was buck naked, waist down. Wearily, she walked over to the stool and sat down. She sighed again. There was a research paper that had to be fixed today…
An hour later, she was deep into the intricacies of the caste - class stratification matrix in the modern times, when she heard another voice in the next room. She froze…. The voices coming from the other side of the curtain indicated that, it was some student who had come in for a discussion on some topic … She held her breath. … They were continuing their talk within ten feet of her, with just the curtain separating her from a very routine and normal world, a professor and a student discussing, only that, only that, on this side of curtain, she lay … For a second, she looked around the room, seeking the non-existent escape route … She shut her eyes and plugged her ears with her fingers, … , as if there was a very physical assault on her persona … Mechanically, she began to cross and uncross her legs, … , tight …
A while later, she opened her eyes and realized that the conversation had stopped in the other room. She was relieved and started breathing normally. Simultaneously, she loosened her calf muscles and opened her legs a bit. There was a dampness in her nether region. Tentatively, she probed with a finger there and was surprised. She was fairly wet… ‘What was happening to her’, she wondered … But she had the paper to finish. She went back to the opened journal…
In the next couple of hours, she counted at least seven visitors, among which she could recognize the voice of three other faculty members. Strangely, she felt excited. There she was sitting, just a couple of paces away, naked on a stool and working on her paper. Her concentration had reached a sublime level – and the outside distractions seemed to spur her on to higher peaks – she had entered into the zone …
After she had rewritten the first para, she threw her head back and exhaled deeply. Elsewhere, in her private parts, there was something happening, as if a burning threat arising. She gave a quick fingering job and the itch subsided. She went back to the next para, …,
The stool was all gooey by the time she completed the job. Also she felt completely bushed. A look at the bottom right hand corner of the screen told her that it was already past four and that is when she remembered that she had not had any lunch, forget the lunch, she didn’t even have any water…
She called out to him and the professor asked her to come over. She made a step towards the curtain and suddenly realized the state, she was in.
“What’s taking you so long?”, the professor asked and she marched up to him hastily. She stood besides him and wordlessly handed over, the flash drive containing the revised paper. He took it and was trying to insert in, when there was a knock on the door…
She panicked and was about to jump back behind the curtains, when he said, “Stay.”
Horror of horrors, she watched the room door opening and in stepped the peon…
She could have died of shame right there and wished for the floor to split and swallow her up, when she noticed that the peon was looking directly at Bharadwaj. Swiftly, she noticed the pile of books at the corner of the desk and moved fractionally, just so …, as to her nether portions being out of sight, …
The professor handed him over some reports and asked him to have those delivered to some one else. He came forward to receive those and Kajol closed her eyes …
But he didn’t look at her, nor at least until he had collected the papers and was turning to leave. Then he looked at her, directly in the eyes, and gave a smile – with that hint of recognition.
After the peon had closed the door behind him, her legs gave way and she collapsed, her naked legs splayed outwards, pussy visible to the professor, in a very un-student like pose.
He asked if she had her lunch. She waved her head in denial. Then he enquired, if he would have some snacks ordered for her. She came to her senses and replied feebly that she had her lunch box. With that she got up and went inside the anteroom. She pulled out the lunch box from inside her bag. The professor had walked in unnoticed. Just as she was about to open her box, he took it out of her hands. Then he started unbuttoning her shirt, … , she had no energy to protest, the shirt landed on the rest of her piled up clothes, … , and a moment later the bra was off and was discarded off similarly.
She faced him now, … , fully naked, … , totally powerless, … , fully aware that she was in his complete control … Very casually, he held a nipple between his thumb and forefinger, as if examining a particularly interesting artifact . She had no complaints to make and awaited his further action. He twisted it this way and that, albeit gently, and she let out a soft moan. Then he dropped it and led to the small toilet where he made her sit down on the commode. There, he opened the lunch box and took out a sandwich. He took a bite from it and held it before her mouth. She understood what was expected of her. Nibbling away piece by piece, she ate it off his hand. Thereafter, she licked his fingers for the crumbs. He indicated at the basin faucet nearby, that was partially stained and she opened it to let the water flow. Cupping her hand, she took a gulp. He frowned at her action. She understood and put her mouth directly to the rusted tap.
The professor had taken out his mobile and punched in some keys. He spoke one word into it, “Come”. Then he motioned her to get back to her stool. Three minutes later, Pooja madam, the junior lecturer, who was still on ad-hoc basis walked in. Kajol looked at her in shock. She was the same woman, she had threatened with exposure, the same who had managed her to meet with the Goddess…
Pooja, if at surprised in any manner in finding her there, showed no emotion. Nor did she demonstrate any sign of recognition. The professor mentioned pointed at Kajol’s crotch and she sat down on her haunches before her. Wordlessly, she opened the latter’s legs wide and stuck her mouth at her pussy. Like a professional, she started on her job.
The first flick of her tongue and Kajol closed her eyes. Her pulse had quickened. Then her rimming started in right earnest and she bucked up. Expertly, the women below had found her clitty and was pinging on it remorselessly. Kajol grabbed the head and pushed it further in. She didn’t care any longer if the woman was getting any air to breathe, … , now that she had been launched into the trajectory of pleasure, …, her grip tightened on the woman’s hair, … , her own body now arched back fully to provide maximum access to the probing tongue, … , “Ahhhhh…”, she grunted as the rainbows loomed closer, …,
A sudden slap and she came to her senses. Through her bulging eyes, she saw Bharadwaj naked before her, holding his manhood, shaking it up, …, offering it up, …, to her … She took it in her mouth , sucking him up greedily, grateful for the second orbit of pleasure that he had shot her upto, …, furiously she started licking the head, the smooth foreskin, gently easing it back to reveal the glans, … , then she flicked her tongue around it before devouring it fully and as the professor held her head tight and started a furious face fucking that choked her and rushed the blood up; she didn’t know where it was coming from, … , the pleasure, … , or the agony, for both were extensions of each other, and it was her whole body that was on fire, …, saliva dripping from her mouth to over Pooja’s head, …, the latter having inserted two fingers inside to open her vulvae lips as her tongue probed in deeper and deeper …, and she no longer existed, … , she had been transformed into an organism of multiple orgasms – a smoldering cauldron of sensation, then there was nothing and nothing, she felt absolutely nothing, as the multiples tremors had wrecked her throughout, leaving her spent, totally empty…
Bharadwaj came in her mouth and mechanically she sucked him dry. He touched the woman below with his foot and indicated her to back off. She got off and walked away. Without waiting for Kajol to regain her breath, he pulled her to the toilet and again made her sit on the commode, her legs astride Then he walked over near her and pushed her head back to his penis. Mechanically, she opened her mouth, took him in and commenced sucking him again. His manhood shrunk back rapidly as she realized and wondered how long it would take to rise up for the next round, for he still maintained the vice like grip on her head. There was a slight stirring and immediately her mouth was full. He was pissing, she realized immediately, as she opened out her lips and the warm liquid trickled out. It gushed out in a torrent, and filled the small room with the characteristic stink. She tried to back away, but the grip on her head was firm. It was so tight that she couldn’t move her head an inch, in any way. The first spurt had already gone inside her, when she was unprepared and she closed down her throat…
He was finished. Releasing his hold over her, he went to the basis and washed there. Then he walked out.
Kajol sank down to the floor. She had no strength to get up. His piss was everywhere – on the floor, on her chest, on her face and inside her. The small cubicle stank. Her stomach started churning and before she knew, she had thrown up repeatedly in the loo.
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