Sindhi Girl In Mechanical Engineering Interview – Part 4

Aman was done with the top portion of my body. Now he wanted to explore the bottom portion. He pointed to his own crotch and then at mine. The task had something to do with my pussy. Via actions, he showed me that I was to lift up my skirt to show my entire leg.

At this point, I was not easily shocked or surprised, considering what I had already done. I thought that already the better part of my leg was exposed due to this extremely short skirt, then why not expose a little more for the answer to 10 questions?

So I quickly checked around me to check if anyone was looking at me, and luckily no one was. I turned to Aman, looked into his eyes, held the sides of my black skirt with both hands. I slowly lifted it inch-by-inch. This task felt completely different from my earlier tasks. I was somewhat getting into it.

I felt like a showgirl who could achieve anything with her body. I was, at this point, more interested in seducing Aman rather than just getting the answers. Right from the middle of my thigh, I pulled up my skirt by about 8-9 inches, all the while looking right into his eyes.

Aman was glancing at my face and my legs alternatively, not knowing which to look at more. I finally reached the point where my black panty was visible to him over my pussy mound. I quickly pulled my skirt back to its normal length. Task complete!

I signaled Aman a thumbs up and mouthed, “Okay?” He signaled a thumbs-up back at me. He started telling me the answers to questions 20 to 30. All happy, I started noting down the answers. But I should have been more cautious before exposing this side of mine because now he wanted more.

He was not happy with just a teaser. In fact, it has instigated him to see more. Subsequently, he stopped after telling me the answers to 5 questions. I asked him, “Next?” He said, “No, 1 last task.” I already knew how this was gonna go. So I said okay without much fuss. I was ready to do this for favors from him.

We were nearing the end of the test time. I wanted to be absolutely sure to get selected after doing all this for it. I asked him, “Kya karu ab?” He gave a satisfied smile, thought for a moment, and actioned me to rub my pussy! “What the heck!?” I thought to myself, “Now this was surely crossing a line!”

Lifting hands, unbuttoning, exposing a bit of leg was okay. But downright masturbating in the middle of an exam hall was absolutely taking it too far, not to mention risky. I had never masturbated ever. I had only heard from other girls how to do it. I was unsure how my body would respond to it.

I started weighing the pros and cons of doing this, and I decided it was too risky. Masturbating for the answer to 5 questions. I looked at Aman and shook my head side to side, signaling, “No.” Aman definitely did not expect that since I was following along all the way until now.

He was taken aback for a bit, but then signaled to me, “Sure?” I simply nodded. He went back to solving his aptitude test, and I started my own struggle. 5 minutes passed, and Aman whispered to me, “Pranali!” I looked at him, and he signaled me, saying he will pay me money.

“WHAT?!” I thought, “Does this guy think I am a prostitute? Offering me money to touch myself and put on a show?!” I thought of complaining to the invigilator. But then kept quiet, seeing what all I had already done. With a condescending look, I signaled him, “Have you gone mad?”

The shameless guy signaled back, saying, “Dekhle, I will give you 2000 rupees.” So now we were talking about money? I straight away said no and turned back to the front. As a traditional Sindhi girl, I had no intention of doing this for money. But then I started thinking about the 2000rs.

I know that today 2k might seem a small amount. But at the time, then I used to not get any pocket money. My parents used to ask me for the account for every penny paid. I was always forced to stick to allowed things. I could not wear fancy clothes, jewelry, or buy a beer to try it out.

I just imagined what all I could do if I had these 2000rs. But reality pulled me back. 2000 was still something I could not masturbate in the middle of the exam hall for. But Aman was unrelenting. He again called out to me. I turned to the side. He said, “3000 dunga.”

I said no, but this time I kept looking at him to see how far he would go. He said, “4?” I said no, he said, “5?” I again said no. “Then kitna?” he asked. Even I did not know the answer to this at the moment. I told him to wait and started thinking.

Apart from the money, of course, was the part of the correct answer. Getting these right might just help me get into my dream company, which has a huge package. Plus, even a hefty amount of 5k meant I could purchase all the things I wanted.

I was also confident that I would not lose control of myself in the middle of an exam hall, irrespective of how good it felt. To be honest, I was eager to try it myself, and what better opportunity to do it than by getting compensated for it.

I turned back to Aman, thought to myself, “Let’s do it,” and signaled to him, “Sade saat hazar. (Rs.7.5k)” He thought for a moment and said okay.

“Okay,” I thought, “time to put thoughts into reality.” I once again checked to see if any of the students were looking. They were not. I checked to see if the invigilator was looking. I noticed that curiously he has pulled his chair between mine and Aman’s rows.

He had a clear view of us, but he seemed too distracted to notice. Anyway, we were seated somewhere in the middle, so I thought he would not notice. I quickly pulled up my skirt by about 2 inches to give my fingers access to my pussy. I did one final check and put my right hand inside my skirt.

I slid my panty to the side with my index finger and thumb and touched my pussy lips with my 4 fingers. It was unbelievably wet! It was a wonder that my panty was able to contain all this moisture. Not giving much thought to it, I started rubbing my pussy lips gently, and it was fucking awesome!

I realized why the girls in my class were such fans of masturbation. This was a first time experience for me. Jolts of pleasure were rushing from my pussy to the rest of my body. For a moment, I forgot that I was doing this for Aman or for answers. I was just a girl enjoying touching herself.

For 2 whole minutes, I had my eyes closed and was lost in myself. I had to force myself to get back to the real world. Still brushing my fingers lightly against my pussy lips, I looked at Aman. He, of course, had a full-blown, throbbing erection.

He smiled at me. I gave a small kiss, and he signaled me to try inserting a finger inside. Not aware that was safe, I asked him innocently, “Will it hurt?” To which he reverted by asking, “Are you wet?” Of course, I was. I was literally dripping wet. It was my first sexual experience in college.

I just nodded, an innocent me wondering how he could know that I was wet. He asked me to show it to him. I didn’t see anything risky in that. So I removed my hand from my skirt, pulled down my skirt a bit, at about half its normal length. I held 2 soaking wet fingers up to show him.

I guess he could resist it and started rubbing his hard cock from above his jeans. I was a bit taken aback, seeing as he was masturbating right then and there. But it was kinda fun and adventurous too. He signaled me to smell my fingers and tell him how it was.

Okay, now even I was curious. I brought the 2 fingers to my nose and smelled them. It was odd. I didn’t know what to think about it. It was not a bad smell, but I couldn’t describe it. It just smelled weird, but it tempted me to smell it again to get a better feel for it.

I instinctively reached down to my pussy, rubbed it a bit. I immediately smelled it. Now it was stronger, it smelt kinda like the new clothes smell you get and a bit like stale water, I didn’t know, to be honest. I looked back at Aman. I said the same. “Okay, then how’s the taste?”

He asked, “Is that safe?” I asked quickly. The traditional Sindhi upbringing that I had always taught me that privates are dirty is kept clean via regular washing and stuff. I didn’t think it was safe to put it in my mouth. But Aman started pleading.

I thought, “What the heck?” I cast a quick glance around me and put the 2 fingers in my mouth. It was not bad. It tasted the same way it smelled. But I kept sucking my own fingers. I think Aman was rubbing his cock harder and harder seeing it.

Finally, the pussy taste faded. Aman went back to his original ask of me fingering. He said, “If you’re wet, it won’t hurt.” I said okay because even I was inquisitive about what new things I could do to pleasure myself. Once again, I looked around me.

This time I gave a keener look. No students were looking up from their papers. But the invigilator who was earlier sitting between our rows was now standing up. Which meant he had an even clearer view of what we were doing. So I kept looking at him to see what he does.

But he seemed very disinterested in what was going on in the room and was looking at his phone. A small risk, but I thought to myself that I would be quick. I once again pulled up my skirt to expose my legs. I brought down my hand to my crotch and inserted my middle finger into my vagina.

There was some resistance, but like Aman had said, the finger slid in quite smoothly due to the wetness. There was no pain, just a slight discomfort and manageable. But more importantly, I was feeling no pleasure like I was feeling when rubbing my pussy lips.

I looked to Aman and signaled him, “No, nothing is happening.” In return, he signaled me to move my finger in and out slowly. “Oh! So I was doing it wrong,” I thought. I pulled my finger out and put it in. In the beginning, nothing happened.

But then I felt a rough spot at the top of my pussy, which gave me some pleasure. So I started hitting that spot with every stroke. LO and BEHOLD! I was in a completely different world. The pussy rubbing was nothing compared to this.

This I could not stop myself from doing. It felt so fucking good. I completely lost myself in that moment. Nothing mattered anymore, not the exam, not Aman, not the invigilator.

I was just enjoying that awesome fingering. I was literally wincing, biting my lip. My head was up with my eyes closed. My legs were closing on their own due to the sheer pleasure. I was aware of where I was, but no cell in me was allowing me to stop.

I felt like someone was calling me from a long-distance away. But I gave it no heed. Now my hips were moving to the rhythm of my fingers in circles – a traditional Sindhi girl who had not even worn a sleeveless to college yet.

I was sitting in a tight shirt, with the first button opened, a tight mini skirt, which was pulled all the way up. Her hands up her pussy, fingers inside her hole, stroking, fingering with the utmost intensity, and enjoying it right in the middle of an exam hall surrounded by all male students. What a change!

The voice calling to me from a distance was getting louder and louder. It took me my entire willpower to focus on that voice. I opened my eyes. I was looking at the ceiling. My head was tilted up. I immediately looked straight ahead. Aman was calling out to me in a whispering voice.

Kind of angry at him, I asked to the right towards him, “What?” He just signaled with his eyes to look in the opposite direction. When I did, I just entirely froze! The invigilator was standing right beside me, looking at me with unblinking, serious eyes.

I had just got caught masturbating in the exam hall by someone! I was so blank, so frozen that I could not get any words out. Suddenly, I realized that my finger was still inside my pussy. My pussy was now all tight due to the fear. There was no easy way to pull my finger out.

I had to apply some pressure to pull it out. It pained, and I winced a bit while removing it out. All this I did when the invigilator was staring right at me. There was no denying now that I had my fingers up my pussy there. It was crystal clear to him.

I pulled down my skirt a bit to at least save that much of my ‘izzat’, not that it mattered anymore. He kept looking at me, my shirt, my skirt, my exposed legs, my now sweaty cleavage, and my cute, scared face for around 1 minute.

He said to me, “All the best!” and went ahead. I did not know what to make of it. Was it a threat? What was it?

I thought to myself that now there was no use, there was no chance, I would make it through this day without getting completely humiliated and embarrassed. So much for a high paying MNC dream job!

The next part is coming soon.