From German Teacher To Class Slut Part – 2

“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. Anyway, will continue writing soon after getting back! Tschüsss!