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German Language Teacher

I am a German language teacher at a local class in Thane (Mumbai). 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 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 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 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.

“It was an eventful week!” I thought as I entered the class in the clothes these guys had suggested. Well, demanded rather! I had to change in the railway bathroom (the newly built AC one at Thane station for those of you know the area) before coming to class.

There was no way I could leave home dressed like that! I had to go to various unknown places alone and shop for the clothes they had specifically asked. The most difficult was buying the ‘G-string panty’. You don’t get that in every lingerie shop and going.

Asking in many shops if they had that was really really embarrassing for a conservative girl like me. Finally, I found it in one shop, a really lacy one and I had no option but to buy it. As I entered the class, the class owner, the lady, called me in her cabin to talk to me.

As I entered her cabin she eyed me from head to toe. I felt completely naked. I had not worn a slip inside my tee. I had never gone out like that. On top of that, this ridiculous t-shirt! Sleeveless, thin, and short in length, just coming up to my midriff when standing.

I know this isn’t much in other countries. But in India and in small places like Thane, when a fair girl like me wears such clothes, it makes heads turn and attracts lusty stares. Standing there, I was getting goosebumps due to the cold of the AC. She asked me to sit down.

She asked me how the class was going on. I was made to walk in half-naked in the 2nd week itself! That is how it was going! “Good,” I replied. “I didn’t think you would wear clothes like this, Pranali,” she finally said addressing the elephant in the room.

“Anyways I am very open and I don’t mind. But beware of the students in that class. They are badmaash (naughty).” Didn’t I know that? I had one hope, the owner saying no to wearing such clothes. Then I could give a reason to those guys and change back into my normal clothes. But this lady was ‘open’! Great!

As I walked into the classroom, all eyes were on me. Of course! I was no longer a teacher, just a slut who would do as they asked. I started teaching. They told me to write on the board 10 examples of past tense sentences and start writing from the bottom.

Were these guys even interested in German? I started writing from the bottom. Again as I bent down I knew my waist would be exposed and my ass in the air. What I had not estimated was that the t-shirt was very short. My t-shirt rode up by almost 5 inches exposing a huge part of my waist and back.

My ass, of course, was jiggling as I was writing. I could feel it even more on my bums since I was wearing the G-string!

“Nice!”

“Yes!”

I heard guys cheering. “Am I putting on a show for them? I was here just to teach German,” I thought. Anyways, I moved up and up and had to stretch up a lot to accommodate all 10 sentences. And writing up was worse. My ass was jiggling of course, but now my smooth sweaty armpits were exposed fully.

I could feel the cold AC breeze on my sweaty armpits and it was turning me on. Also now my navel was exposed because of this ridiculous short t-shirt and stretching so much. A proper slut, I had become. The boys were ogling like anything. They could not control. One of them shouted, “Pranali, turn back.”

And I just did, with my arms stretched out and my waist exposed. The boys were shocked. Realizing this I quickly put my hands down. “No, keep them as they were,’ the same guy said. What? “No!” I said as if I had still had any say. The guy coolly came up to me, held both my wrists in his one hand and raised my arms above my head.

Not just raised, he made me stretch them upwards. My t-shirt had ridden high and fully showed my navel and almost my bra strap. The ills of not wearing a slip! “What was I doing?” I thought. Standing in front of 9 boys. My hands stretched out completely, showing them my glistening armpits and my cute navel and waist.

I was really nervous, but again I felt that wetness in my panties. Was I getting turned on being looked at like this? The G-string did a poor job of absorbing any moisture. I could feel the moisture leaking onto my jeans. The guys were rejoicing and chuckling, high-fiving each other at my plight.

How mean! And this made me all the more horny! I was made to stand like that for another 10 minutes before I was allowed to continue teaching. The teacher was getting punished. The irony of it! I was called to their desks multiple times under the pretense of doubt solving.

I was greeted with slight brushes of hands on my back, stomach, neck, arms, armpits. The brushes were getting harder with time. What started under the pretense of unintentional brushes soon became hard and heavy groping of my pussy, waist, nipples, ass, lips, neck, etc.

It was almost lunch break and I was about to heave a sigh of relief thinking at least things didn’t get too much out of hand. I went back to the front of the class to declare that we were done for 1st half. But these guys had something else in mind. “Wait,” said one of the guys, “Pranali, are you going out for lunch?” he asked.

“Yes,” I said without giving it much thought. “Oh! Then you can’t go out looking like this.”

“Wow, were these guys gonna give me a jacket to cover up or something?” I began getting a bit happy. As if reading my mind he said, “I mean all dressed up like this.” What? I am not even wearing a slip under this short thin sleeveless tee. My body is all sweaty already and sticking to my body.

Do these guys still think I am too dressed up? “Take off your bra,” he ordered in a no-nonsense tone. “Of course not!” I was shocked. The guys were clearly displeased. One of them got off his seat, I got scared. The last time someone had done that I had to stand with my hands stretched out for 10 minutes!

I said, “Ok, ok, I will do it. Please sit down.” Satisfied, he sat down. I cursed my luck and started going to the bathroom to take off my bra. I should’ve known. “Stay here and do it,” one of them ordered. What? I can’t undress in front of these guys. Exposing a bit of skin was one thing. But getting topless!

It was too much! I begged them to let me go to the washroom since I was already obeying their orders. While convincing them, I told them I will stay without the bra for the rest of the class if they agreed. Suddenly everyone got silent. They had planned to tell me to take off my bra to go outside.

They asked me to put it back again. And I had given them an idea instead! “Stupid, stupid, Pranali,” I thought. They were adamant, they told me to remove my bra and hand it over to one of them right there. Then continue the rest of the class without it. No discussion! Period! I had no choice.

I turned my back to the class of 9 guys and took off my tee which was all sweaty. The thin bra strap did a poor job of protecting my back from the lustful stares of these dogs. They were excited, of course. I heard comments like ‘’Wow!” I reached out my hands to my back and unhooked my bra.

The class went dead silent. All eyes were on my fair back, my curves. I took off my shoulder straps and kept it on the chair beside me. “NO!” one guy shouted, “hand it to me.” I knew there was no use revolting. Covering my boobs with my left hand (as much as I could), I went between those guys’ desks.

A conservative Sindi girl who once thought that wearing a sleeveless is exposing too much skin now was walking amongst 9 guys topless and handing them her bra for the rest of the day! I returned to the front of the class, wore the tiny tee and turned to face them. Again the class went dead silent.

Their German teacher was facing them completely topless. The tiny t-shirt doing a poor job of concealing her boobs. One could clearly make out that I was braless inside that ridiculously small tee. They could clearly see the outline of my firm boobs which now were stretching against my t-shirt and the shape of my nipples against them.

“Pranali!” I heard a scream from the last bench. Startled, I jumped a bit and my boobs rose in the air and fell again. I adjusted myself to see what was happening and then I saw it. His pants were wet. He had come there seeing me like that. The others started cheering and laughing and I was so very embarrassed.

“How did I come to this?” I wondered dejectedly. “A middle-class conservative girl, getting topless in a class of 9 guys, being masturbated to and getting soaking wet during it all!” One terror had ended and the worse one was yet to begin. I had to go out dressed like that and grab lunch.

If in the AC I was this sweaty, what would happen if I went out in the afternoon sun like this? I had no slip and no bra on. Surely my t-shirt would stick to my body due to the sweat and then what? Would I be giving everyone at Thane station a view of my naked body?

What if I met someone I knew (which did happen by the way!) What would I tell them? Thinking about all this, I stepped outside wearing that short yellow sleeveless t-shirt and nothing inside. It was unusually humid (as is in India always) and the nervousness didn’t help.

I was sweaty from head to toe and I was afraid to look down upon the condition of my top. This part of the story is a bit short. Since I cannot control myself anymore. Writing this and thinking about it is making me horny as hell. I need to go masturbate!

And later, guess what, I am going to Thane, to my German class! And those guys have told me to wear something you won’t even believe.​