From German Teacher To Class Slut-1

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From German Teacher To Class Slut-1

I am 23 years old and know up to C1 level of the language. I come from a Sindhi middle-class family and I have never had a boyfriend or a relationship. I have never been intimate with anyone and have never thought much about sex or masturbation and all.

It all started when a lady from the class called me asking to teach a batch of A1 (the first level of the language). For me, this was like A, B, C, D and I agreed.

On the first day, I reached the class and I was wearing a simple loose t-shirt and jeans (pretty normal stuff). I never liked to dress up anyways. I am naturally quite fair, beautiful and hairless too. Even at 23 years, I did not have a single hair on my armpit or pussy.

I reached the class negotiated the terms and joined the class. The batch was of 10 am and it was a class of 10 students. “Okay”, I thought, “manageable”.

When I entered the class, I was shocked, 9 guys and 1 girl! “Too many guys”, I thought. Being from a conservative family, I was not used to talking to guys. Let alone talk to or teach so many.

But I thought at least there was 1 girl and that made it feel less awkward. Also since it was a German language class in India, I thought that only good people would have enrolled and thus I did not think it would be much of a problem. Little did I know a month later I would be a slut to these very 9 guys!

So, I started teaching. It was the first lecture and my first time teaching and I tried to be a bit friendly with them all. I told them to not call me ma’am since I was basically their age. I did notice 1 or 2 guys staring at me and scanning me from head to toe while I was teaching and not listening, just staring. But I didn’t think much about it.

The class went smoothly as far as I was concerned. I was a bit relaxed.

The next day on Sunday, I had a class again. I once again wore a normal t-shirt and jeans.

As I climbed the train to go to Thane and held the bar above for support, I noticed that my t-shirt was a bit short! Like, if I raised my hand, a bit of my waist could be seen.

I had some reservations about going into the class like that but I thought no one would notice that much and anyway, I had one girl student in the class and the boys would not dare misbehave.

I reached class and started teaching and totally forgot about the short tee-thing. But as soon as I reached the top of the whiteboard to write something, I suddenly felt the cool AC air on my waist and navel and I realized it was exposed!

I couldn’t act quickly but somehow pulled it down since it would have drawn güvenilir bahis more stares and made me more conscious.

Thinking no one will notice, I continued writing and turned back as soon as I finished the sentence. All eyes were on me! “Shit!” I thought, “Did I expose too much?!”. My heart was pounding loudly.

There was pin-drop silence in the room. I had no option, I continued the lecture. But that day even the 1-2 guys who asked a lot of doubts were unusually silent.

It was lunch break. I got out of the class grabbing my bag and rushed into the bathroom.

I kept the bag aside and raised my hand in front of the mirror to see how much I had ended up showing and I was shocked!! I had exposed almost 3-4 inches of my bare waist to these guys and that too for so long!!

I tried to mimic the writing action and shit!! My ass too was jiggling like hell (I had a habit of writing fast).

I was really scared and then something happened. When I was watching myself, the only girl in the class entered! Our eyes met, my ass was towards her and I was looking back at her. I gave an awkward smile and left.

“What must have she thought? Is she friendly with the other guys? Is there any chance she might tell them this? How their German teacher was observing herself, seeing how she looks when exposing herself?!”, I thought. “She is a girl after all, she won’t tell anyone this”, I thought (and WRONGLY too!).

I walked into the class for the afternoon session. As soon as I entered, the girl came to me and said with a straight face, “Pranali, I have some urgent work. I need to go” and left. I was scared. “What is this? Is this the effect of what she saw? Now what?”.

I turned to the class and asked them if they want to postpone the class since she wasn’t there. I was simply shit-scared to be in a room with just these guys after what had happened.

They protested; saying they come from far away places like Kalyan, etc. and not to cancel class just for one person. What could I have said? I agreed with a sunken heart.

I started teaching again, but this was different. The class was unusually silent and each and every one of the boys was looking at me. Their look was no more like what should be towards a teacher. Instead, each of them had this desire, lust, hunger towards me. I could sense it – my students scanning every part of my lean body.

I started feeling conscious. I was obviously not going to write on the upper part of the board, no matter what came. But this posed a different problem. Writing on lower part meant bending down a bit since I was a türkçe bahis bit tall. “Better than exposing my midriff at least”, I thought and started writing.

I could feel my ass jiggling as I was writing and all those eyes just on my protruded soft ass. I started writing faster to finish it asap. But this caused it to jiggle more and I could feel the full attention of all the boys on my bottom and waist.

While writing, the marker fell out of my sweaty hand and was broken into 3 pieces.

Without a thought, I bent more down to collect those parts. Shit!! My fair waist was visible to them now, almost 3 inches of it with my ass stretched out. “Ssss”, I heard a hissing sound from someone (the sound they make in India when they see something erotic or turning on). I turned back to see who had made it but could not make out.

Then a guy called out to me, “Pranali, I have a doubt”. I was thinking whether to go among those guys and to his place. But how could I say no? I went to his place, he pointed to something in the book and I bent down to see it better. “Shit! So this was why he called me here!”. My stretched out ass was within touching reach of almost all boys.

The class had stools of low height which meant I had to bend quite a bit to see. “What am I doing?”, I thought. I had half a mind to leave the class and run out but what would I tell the owner? I was sweating even in the AC and I was sure my sweaty back was in full view of these guys. “Idiot!”.

The guys ganged up around me as if to listen to the doubt I was clearing. At this point, I was so nervous that I didn’t even know if I was solving his query or just blabbering something in German.

Suddenly, the guy whose query I was answering said, “Thanks Pranali, please sit down, I have some more doubts”.

One of the guys who was behind me offered me a chair. I sat down, thinking my ordeal had maybe ended. But it had only begun!

Suddenly, a guy behind me exclaimed, “Pranali, you are so sweaty. Are you hot?” and blew air on my sweaty glistening neck. This was a completely new sensation for me. I did not even know my neck was such a turn-on point for me.

I had goosebumps all over and they could see that. I was sitting in the middle of 9 guys, so close and was turned on! “Feels good, right?” he said continuing blowing cool air on the side of my neck and the back and ear. I was hell turned on!

“Doooon’t”, I opposed weakly. My student chuckled and sat back on his seat. Everyone sat back. I stood up to teach again. As if I could now!

As soon as I went in front of the class, I noticed that güvenilir bahis siteleri my pussy was wet! This was the first time something like this had happened. “Have I peed?”, I wondered.

I was dripping/soaking wet. I looked down, my jeans, yes even on my thick jeans there was a spot formed where my vagina was! “Was I turned on by this? Was it because of the neck thing? Is it because of getting attention from so many guys at once?”, my brain was running around for answers.

Breaking my thought one of the guys said, “Pranali, I think you would look great in a sleeveless tee. I think you should wear it next week” he said. “Wow! Was he being bold, telling me what to wear.”, I thought. “Oh really?!”, I smirked.

To my surprise, everyone in the class started agreeing with him. “Please wear it, pleaaasee”. What was happening?! “No!”, I said firmly.

“Oh really!?” said one of the other guys as if mocking me and held up his mobile.

As he swiped right, I saw pics of mine in different poses. Exposing my waist and ass while writing, a close up of my sweaty back with face captured from the side, even the outline of my breasts were clearly visible in that pic and the cherry on the top, me turned on, my eyes closed and my sweaty exposed neck sitting in the middle of 9 guys.

“From now on you wear what we ask you to”, he said.

I was shit scared. My heart was racing and I was dizzy. “Blackmail??” I thought. “How did it get to this?” After keeping silent and thinking over it for a while, I agreed. I did not want those pics to get circulated around.

They gave me specific instructions on how to dress up next time – a short sleeveless tee (wherever was I gonna buy that!), my hair tied in one ponytail, mascara (what would I tell my mom?), shaved everywhere (Seriously!!? I was anyways hairless, didn’t matter), a G-string pantie (what was that?! I will just have to google it later, I thought) and a short skirt! “What?!! How could I leave home wearing a short skirt????”

I begged and pleaded them to allow jeans since it would be very difficult to wear something like that since I come from a very conservative family. Initially, they were adamant but later they agreed on it on the condition that I don’t wear a slip.

“My inners? I never go out without them”, I thought, “but better than a short skirt at least” I consoled myself. I agreed and left the class. I could hear chuckling and hushed up discussions behind my back.

“What have I done?” I thought. My pussy was even more wet! Were these guys giving me orders turning me on??!

In just 4 hours, I had come from a conservative Sindhi family girl to an order-obeying slut who was going to expose herself to 9 horny students. I googled ‘G-string panties’ and my eyes became open. “It’s gonna be a wild weekend”, I thought dejectedly.

Second part coming up in a week!

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