Adultery Small but hot sex stories

So, I was out in the sun at a crowded and bustling Thane station, wearing a short sleeveless t-shirt. Without a bra, my nipples straining against my t-shirt, under the order of 9 of my own students. Anyone who looked at me for more than 2 seconds could guess what was happening.

Just 4 hours back I was at home, all dressed up head-to-toe doing pooja (worshiping). And now here I was a conservative Sindhi girl, almost naked, on display for the entirety of Thane station. On the way out, the owner of my class (yes, the open-minded lady) had seen me hurrying out like that.

She had called out to me asking what I was doing. She had seen me in the morning (when I was positively wearing a bra) and had commented on my clothing too (about she thought it was bold, but how she didn’t mind). What was I supposed to say!

I made some lame excuse about how my bra was too tight and uncomfortable and how hot it was and I had rushed out. I know I was going to face heat for that later. What would she have thought? “Anyway back to the task at hand,” I thought, “I need to grab lunch and hurry back asap.”

But I also had to ensure not to make any quick movements or walk fast. Because then my boobs would be all over the place and my short t-shirt would ride up. As it is my nipples were now getting wet and were slowly becoming visible through my cotton tee.

My back was already wet and sticking to my t-shirt fully. Yes, my back was on full wet display for everyone to see. But I was hoping against hope that the same doesn’t happen with my front too! I started walking towards the restaurant to grab a vada pav (burger) or something.

I had to accept that I was hungry as well. The usual restaurant I go to is a famous vada-pav place just outside the station. It was a 5 minutes walk but it felt like eons. I could feel every man, boy, auto driver, bus drivers’ eyes were on me. Not every day do you see a fair, hot girl in nothing but a wet, short, sleeveless t-shirt, right?

I somehow reached the restaurant. There is a coupon system there wherein we had to buy a coupon for the food from one counter. The food-service counter was a couple of feet away. And both counters were shit-crowded, ‘people pushing each other’ crowded.

“So I am going to have to be in contact with people twice,” I thought, never having to pay attention to these things before today. Usually, I don’t even get a second glance. I just get pushed back. But it was different today! Somehow everyone in the crowd made way for me.

“What was wrong?” I thought, “This never happens!” I looked down and I was shocked! That 5 minutes walk had made my entire t-shirt wet with sweat from the front side too! I should’ve known! My entire upper body was now visible to everyone. My boobs, light brown nipples, my stomach, everything!

These guys were making way for me so that they can trap me in the middle and do – I don’t know what! Soon I found out. I was surrounded by almost 5 men, all middle-aged. Everyone rushing to place orders. But with me in the crowd, the rushing increased. I knew it was just to press my now visible body.

Ignoring all this, I reached the counter. Even the guy at the counter was eyeing me like a piece of meat. I raised my hand ahead to give the money to place the order. This meant my armpit was slightly exposed. In that instant I felt a caress, a brush wiping off my armpit.

I immediately turned around helplessly to see who it was but couldn’t make out. Encouraged by my inability to pinpoint the culprit, I felt more hands on my body, caressing everything they could in public. My waist was grabbed and felt, my boobs were groped, pressed hard, my neck fondled (which is a major turn-on point for me) and my ass squeezed.

Every second felt like an hour with so many random strangers exploring every inch of my body. But I finally bought the coupon for one vada-pav in a dizzy and pushed my way out of the crowd. I hurriedly looked down at myself. “Shit!” I thought, “I could just as well be standing here completely naked.”

Owing to the rush and the humidity there was nothing left to hide anymore. It was as good as being topless. The t-shirt I was wearing was now completely drenched and was sticking tightly to my body. Every inch of my body was clearly visible to anyone who cared to give me a second glance.

And boy, did I get more than that! Who was going to leave a chance to stare and lust about a fair, slim, hot girl standing topless at the station? “Have to get through this!” I thought. Plus I was hungry too and needed to eat something to endure whatever was going to come in the second half with those 9 guys.

So I endured once again the crowd and minor groping. I went to the left-side section of the place where there is a place to stand/sit and eat. I was rather embarrassed by all this. Just a week back I was a German teacher who just wanted to brush up on her German skills and appear for the next level of exam.

And now look at me! A topless slut, standing at a crowded restaurant in public! And why? Because her very own students blackmailed her! As I was thinking all this and having my lunch quietly, something happened which I absolutely did not expect. I saw my uncle (yes my dad’s brother) walk in!

I was shell-shocked and I was hoping to God he doesn’t see me. I bowed my head down. I continued eating nervously, hoping I don’t hear that familiar voice. At that very moment, I heard, “Pranali?” My heart had started beating loudly. “What is going to happen? What am I going to tell him? Should I tell him the truth? Will he tell my dad?’’

Thoughts were racing through my mind all the while he was walking closer to me. He always looked at me like a kid. This was definitely going to change today. “Pranali, I almost didn’t recognize you,” he said with a hint of alarm in his voice while eyeing me head to toe, “You have changed!”

“No uncle, ye to bass aisehi!” I replied looking down, not being able to meet his gaze. “Ýou are all grown up now,” he said eyeing my body, giving special attention to my exposed breasts and curves. I did not know what to say. ‘’It’s okay, Pranali,’’ he continued gently caressing my entire arm from top to bottom slowly.

A chill ran down my spine.”What was he doing?” I hung my head down, embarrassed. He held my chin and raised my face. It was an old habit of his to buck up someone. But today with me standing in front of him all vulnerable, it felt kinda sexual.

“Why is your hair so messed up? Theek karo isko (adjust them),” he said. Indeed, my hair was a little messed up due to all the pushing and pulling while placing the order. So without thinking twice, I raised both hands, removed the rubber band which was holding my hair in 1 pony. I started adjusting my hair.

Suddenly everyone went silent! “Shit!” I thought, “What have I done?” I had specifically made a mental note to not raise my hands even a bit due to this ridiculously short t-shirt. But the uncle’s order made me forget all that for a second. Something happened which should not have.

I was standing in a restaurant with both my wet armpits fully exposed, my hands stretched out. My wet yellow t-shirt now gave a cheeky glimpse of my navel and waist as I continued tying my hair. All eyes were on me like I was putting on a show just for them.

My uncle remained calm through all this as if thinking something intently. “What is he thinking?” I panicked a bit. But in this restaurant, I at least had a grownup with me. That realization calmed my nerves a bit. My uncle too like others was watching me, my armpits, my breasts, my waist.

But not hungrily like others. As if he was planning something for me (that story is something else entirely!) Finally, I finished tying my hair and put my hands down. The restaurant started buzzing with activity again. Suddenly my uncle placed his right hand on my waist.

He said, “Pranali, come home with your family this weekend, It has been so many days since I and your father talked.”

“Okay uncle,” I said with a small smile but my mind was racing with a hundred thoughts. “Why does he suddenly want me to come home? Does he want to tell my dad that his daughter is parading half-naked in public?” While thinking this I kind of forgot about his big hand on my slender waist.

I was brought back to reality when he pressed my waist a bit and started feeling it around, then and there in public. “Uncle? Kya kar rahe ho? (what are you doing?),” I asked nervously. “Kuch nahi beta (Nothing kid),” he smiled sheepishly when releasing my waist after a final grope.

“See you next weekend,” he said and left. I was standing there embarrassed, to the public in the restaurant I was just a slut! A man had come, I had exposed to him, he had manhandled me and left! For me, the horror was more real because he was my own uncle!

And after that grope, I was more concerned about his intentions and about his invitation to his home. As I was still feeling the pressure of his hand on my waist I wondered, “What was he going to do with me?” for a second. But then assured myself thinking, “He is my uncle and has seen me grow up all these years. He won’t do anything like that.” (Where I was dead wrong!)

I was immersed in my own thoughts. I was jolted back to reality with a firm pull on my right hand. Someone had grabbed me and was pulling me in his direction. I raised my head and saw one of my students. “We were worried about you! Where were you for so long?” he scolded me.

The student scolding the teacher! But at least he was concerned. “Thanks,” I muttered. “What?” I thought suddenly, “Why am I thanking this guy?” He was the reason I am in this position right now! I was surprised at myself. “Was I becoming a submissive?”

2 weeks back ‘submissive’ was just a word I knew. And look at me today! Thinking about what plight awaited me at my uncle’s house, I walked back briskly with one of my students leading the way. My boobs bouncing all along due to this very guy taking away my bra!

I was partly relieved to get back into the building of the class. Somehow I was relieved to get back into the class in such skimpy clothes with those 9 guys! “What is happening to me?” I thought helplessly. I climbed the stairs being watched by my student in that now transparent tee.

My boobs bouncing, “Am I becoming a submissive?” the thought flashed into my mind. I felt my pussy getting wet again.

Flash forward by 3 months. I was in a car headed to Lonavala, in an extremely short white crop-top showing just a hint of my bra strap. They had me wear a white bra (quite a lacy one). Down below I was told to wear the same G-string panties.

This time somehow they had convinced me to wear (very short!) denim shorts which showed my legs entirely. I was sitting between two of my students. Both of them had their arms around me and had pulled me close. My boobs gently pressing on the side of their chests.

The car stopped in the middle of nowhere. One of my students asked me to get on his lap. Another one of the students from the other car wanted to join us. (Of Course! I was in this car) “Your legs will pain,” I said, hoping he would be dissuaded.

B instead he said something which shocked me, “Don’t worry Pranali, we will pass you around.” Hanging my head down I climbed on to his lap as a wide grin spread across his face.

It started as just demands in terms of wearing skimpy clothes and revealing myself in public. But it was becoming increasingly sexual to the point that a classroom was not enough for these guys. What amazed me was how much even I was into it. I was exploring a side of me that I was never aware I had.

I was becoming a bad girl. Seeing how far these guys would go. To be honest, they had just broken my mind, ego, and sense of respect. Not one of my students had ever touched me very intensely or kissed me. Or as a matter of fact, seen me completely naked in those 3 months.

Therefore to this point, it was quite nonphysical. Like all their instructions revolved around seeing me half-naked. Or having me do things which I was uncomfortable doing (like wearing this very dress!). But this was soon going to change.

One of my other students got into the back of the car. So now 3 of my students in the backseat and me on the lap of one of my students! The journey began. The car was moving a lot so I held the back of the seat in front of me. This meant I had to stretch a bit forward.

My top is a crop-top rode all the way up exposing my smooth back to my student. Almost instantly I felt a poke on my thigh and in shock, I turned to look at him mouthing, “What are you doing?” softly. This turned him on, even more, I guess. The poking I felt on my thigh increased by another inch.

“How long is a penis?” I wondered, never having thought about such things. Realizing that I was getting uncomfortable, he adjusted his penis. He made it sleep backward by adjusting his pants.

And I guess he was worried I will fall so he placed his hands on my waist, which was exposed due to my white crop-top. “Some sort of support I will get,” I thought, but little did I realize what his plans were.

As the car went ahead I noticed he was pulling me back and front arrhythmically. So even when the car was not braking, he was pushing me ahead holding my waist. And again pulling me back and again front. “Why is he doing this?” I wondered.

Suddenly he put bent his head behind and whispered “Oh Pranali! You bitch!” and shot loads of his cum into his jeans. And then I realized, I was just a masturbation tool to this guy. He had used my ass to grind him and make him cum. His penis was at the center of my ass too. And boy did he come a lot!

His jeans had become wet and my exposed thigh which was in contact with that part had also become a bit wet. I was embarrassed a bit and the other students started laughing. “How had it come to this?” I thought, “Going from a conservative Sindhi family to a girl sitting on her student’s lap, wearing such skimpy clothes!”

But I did not get much time to think. The student next to me said, “Pranali, his legs must be paining since you have been sitting on him for half an hour. Please hop on to my lap.” He held my arm and pulled me towards him. Reluctantly I sat on my second student’s lap and what the hell?

He was already rock hard, in anticipation alone. Again I was used as a masturbation tool, a grinder, a sex toy to make him cum. This time he held my waist with one hand and my neck with the other. That way he had full control over how I was rubbing against him.

Eventually, I was passed on to the third student, who also did a similar sort of thing to make him come. I was dry grinding their cocks for an hour! I was tired as hell. But to my dismay, the boys in the front seat had just gotten hornier.

“God!” I thought, “What more had these guys thought for their German teacher. I was just supposed to teach them German and leave. How did they talk me into it?” But the guy in the driver’s seat did not want anything physical with me. He did not want to lose concentration on the road. He had other plans.

By this time we were entering the outskirts of Lonavala and the village area was approaching. My student in the driver seat asked me to come to sit in the passenger seat. “Wow, pretty straightforward,” I thought. I opened the car door, got off the last student’s lap and hopped in the passenger seat.

As soon as I sat there, he placed a hand on my bare thigh, feeling my soft skin. “Better than being used as a masturbator at least,” I thought. “Raise your hands,” he said suddenly looking at me dead serious. Chuckles ran along in the backseat of the car and I was worried.

“Wearing a crop top this short, if I raised my hands how would it look? First of all under what pretext would I raise my hands like this?” If you have read my second story you know how much these guys loved to see me with my hands up, punishing their teacher.

“Doing it in a classroom was still okay, but out here? It would be so embarrassing!” I thought as I felt a pit in my stomach due to nervousness. But I was there with them right, on the so-called trip to Lonavala, so what other option did I have? Reluctantly, I raised my hands slightly.

The sweet smell of my perfume spread across the air-conditioned car. My armpits never stank. I had not gotten any hair in them yet and I made it a point to keep them clean. The boys seemed to be hell excited due to that fragrance.

“Raise your arms more up. Stretch them out fully,” commanded the guy driving. I stretched out my hands as far out as possible. The crop top rose very very up now, almost everything of my upper body, including my bra. The crop top was sleeveless (of course, these guys did love my armpits a lot).

This meant my armpits were mast fully exposed to anyone who even slightly peeped into the moving car. The guy in the driver’s seat was having trouble concentrating on driving. He kept looking at me, my exposed thighs and legs in those denim shorts.

My glistening smooth armpits, my exposed midriff (navel and all). Who wouldn’t go crazy? He clearly had a boner and I could see it through his loose pants. I was a bit scared. It was the first time I was seeing the outline of a penis so up close. My heart started racing.

I got a bit uncomfortable and this made him even more erect. Now his penis was straining to come out. I started thinking about how big a penis could actually be? As if judging my uncomfortable and giving a smirk, he did something which I did not expect.

He adjusted the rearview mirror so that all 3 guys in the back seat could see exactly my armpits and my boobs stretching out due to my raised hands. The guys started ogling at me, almost immediately (obviously!).

Just 3 months back, I was just a German language teacher who thought it would be an easy job to teach these guys German. My aim was to earn some extra pocket money and spend it on small things, like clips, clothes, etc.

Instead, I was spending it on buying lingerie and hell revealing outfits to please my students. Instead of doing an easy job of teaching German, I was heading to Lonavala with 9 male students, where only God knew what awaited!

The guys in the back seat could not hold back anymore. They started feeling my body like animals and their hands on my soft skin must have felt like heaven to them. This was the first time they were groping me this way. Earlier it was just touches and brushes which I had become used to.

But in a car alone with me, heading to an unknown location, and I in such a position had made them bolder. They felt my thighs, slid their hands between my legs, made me open my legs out. They felt my back, my stomach, my navel, putting their hand inside my crop top.

They gave special attention to my armpits. They tickled it, ran their hands up and down across it. It was really uncontrollable for me. I had to bite my lip hard to prevent myself from moaning. All 4 guy hands in the car, feeling me at once was a different sensation altogether.

I hate to admit it, but I suddenly felt like a seductress. The center of attraction and attention and to be honest their hands were hitting all the right places. I lost myself. I was enjoying it, I started moving my body to their touches. I threw my neck back in pleasure.

I was raising my hands more because I wanted them to feel me Rather than because they had ordered me to do so. The sweet mild fragrance coming from my own body was exciting to me. I could not hold back. I brought my face to my armpit and took in a breath, “Heaven,” I thought while letting out a moan.

The guys did not expect their teacher to get into the act so much. They had thought it would be one-sided. But seeing my reaction they got all the more encouraged to pleasure me. But that phase was short-lived since we were entering a populated village, filled with farmers, small grocery shopkeepers and all.

I started to take my hand down. “Of course I could not go into a populated place looking like this, exposing all of my upper and lower body.”

“What are you doing?” asked one of my students sitting in the back, “Be as you are, Pranali. We know you’re enjoying it and we are going to make it all the more enjoyable for you.”

“But why do you want everyone to see me like this? It will be so embarrassing!” I protested. But did these guys ever listen? They enjoyed making me do things like this (Remember the braless, forced trip on Thane station?)

Reluctantly, I kept my hands stretched up, exposing my body to these villagers. As we entered the area, a bunch of middle-aged farmers standing on the street saw me and were shocked! They kept watching me with their mouth open until the car was out of sight all the way.

“We don’t know where to go from here,” said one of the guys driving, “We should ask someone,” and stopped the car mid-road. All eyes outside turned to first see the car and then to me. A fair girl in these regions, so skimpily clad, raising her arms for the world to see her body.​