From German Teacher To Class Slut Part – 5

From German Teacher To Class Slut Part - 5
Just a recap. I, a German teacher, 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. The car was now stopped in the middle of a marketplace of a village. People were surrounding the car and staring at me. A fair white chick, wearing the sluttiest thing they had ever seen, with her arms raised straight up! The men and boys started gathering around the car as if I were a celebrity. They started peeping in and giggling about what (and how) the boys in the car were gonna do to me. Just 3 months back, these guys were only my students to whom I wanted to teach some German! The boys were more than glad to help with the directions. It was like an outdoor field trip . We were on our way after gracing them all with more than an eyeful of my body. I was really pissed off with my students. “Why did you do that!?” I steamed. “Pranali,” the guy in the driver’s seat chided, “You are so beautiful! We don’t want you to keep us to ourselves.” As if sharing me between 9 of them was okay! I was a bit upset, and the boys thought it best to not bother me anymore. The rest of the ride to our resort was quite uneventful. Once we reached there and parked the vehicles, my mood was getting lightened a bit. The reason was the lavish hotel! It was a 3-story building, but the expanse was huge. It was shaped in a C-with the swimming pool in the middle with lavish, green gardens on both sides. The villas were just beside the main resort on a separate side road. The boys had booked a villa, which had an occupancy of 10. It had 5 rooms, 3 on the ground and 2 on the upper, a terrace, and an attached swimming pool in the backyard. (Remember this attached swimming pool, this is where all the fun is going to happen). These boys had shelled quite a lot for this trip and had not asked for even a single penny from me. Usually, when I went out with my family, we stayed in local ugly building hotels. This was a welcome change. I started becoming a bit excited. We started exploring the hotel. I was walking ahead and all 9 boys behind me. Considering my attire of shorts and crop-top, I was getting quite a few stares from the hotel staff. But, till then, I was used to it. After all, I had been displayed fully on an open road. This was way better. I roamed the lobby, swimming pool, took a few pics, and told the boys, “Let’s go to our villa now.” The boys got really happy. Finally, they had me in an unhinged house, just them and me away from civilization and to themselves. We unlocked the door of the villa and stepped in. It really was beautiful, to be honest. I hurriedly went into the first room I could see and told them that this would be my room. I knew there were 10 of us and exactly 5 rooms. I did not want to even consider spending the night in a room with any of them. They looked at each other. I knew they had other plans, which I did not even want to begin thinking about. I locked the door from the inside. I kept my bag, updated my WhatsApp statuses, told my parents about my whereabouts, and finally came out. The boys had also settled and come out. It was around 2 pm and quite hot, even though it was Lonavala. So, I was wearing a casual loose t-shirt and 3/4ths. But as you know, all my 9 students like me to wear hot and revealing clothes all the time. So they evidently were not happy with the way I was dressed currently. But they did not oppose. We went to the restaurant adjoining the resort for lunch. The food was good. The only problem was the 2 guys sitting on either side of me at the table. They were not giving up on any chance to feel my inner thighs, back, neck, and cheeks. They were caressing my boobs. But we were in public. After the incident and the heated and rough touching plus groping I experienced in the car, this was nothing. So I just enjoyed my food, and we headed back to our villa. It was almost 4 pm, and the sun was less severe, but the weather was still hot. As soon as we reached the villa, the boys started saying they wanted to go to the swimming pool. The villa had a pretty large private swimming pool in its backyard. No one else from the resort could see or access it. It was exclusive to only our villa. I, of course, wanted to go into the cool water on this hot summer day. But not with the 9 boys who would be in their shorts. So I turned a blind eye and started walking towards my room. Seeing that, a boy called out, “Hey, Pranali baby! where do you think you are going?” Ignoring the baby word, I said, “To my room,” and shrugged. “That’s not happening!” “Why?” “Why do you think we want to go swimming?” “Why?” “For you, babe,” he said and started laughing. These guys’ intentions did not seem right to me. So I asked him, “What do you mean?” So all my 9 students gathered around me and explained how this trip was all for me. I was the highlight of the trip, and all of them wanted to spend time with me. Now I knew that their intention of asking me out to the swimming pool was not totally platonic. But they were really groveling in front of me. And even after resisting for 20 minutes, I was finding it difficult to say no to them. So finally, reluctantly, I agreed to go into the pool with them. The guys were very happy. Out of joy, one of my students immediately hugged me and kissed me on my cheek as a gesture of thank you. All of the other students started laughing, seeing this. Even I joined in laughing, seeing how these silly students of mine were so happy that their German teacher had agreed to go to the pool. I turned to go to my room. But then I realized I had not packed any swimwear or anything.

I mean, of course, I was not aware that there would be a swimming pool here and I would have to go into it. So I went back to the boys and told them, “I do not have anything to wear to the pool.” They were kinda happy. I did not understand why. But they assured me that they will get me something to wear. They discussed something amongst themselves. Then 2 of the guys took the car to buy me swimwear. That is when I realized why they were happy! The situation was just like in class. I would be at their mercy and would have to wear anything they wanted me to, no matter how skimpy, slutty, or exposing it was. In just 15 minutes, the guys returned. I was still making up the mindset to wear a swimsuit in front of all 9 of my guy German students. They were holding a rather small packet. First, they went to their 7 friends and showed them what type of swimwear they had bought. All the boys were really happy with the product and said things like, “Mast hai! Maza ayega.” Scared, I inched forward to see what they had chosen. They moved a bit apart to let me in on the view. But when I saw the swimsuit they had brought for me, I was absolutely shocked and frozen! It was almost nothing! It was NOT a swimsuit from any angle. It was a bright yellow-colored bikini. No matter how you looked at it. And it was also not very conservative. In the name of straps, it had just strings. There was a minimal piece of cloth to cover the nipples of my boobs and my pussy and asshole. The rest of everything would be completely open! Being from a conservative Sindhi family, I had never worn, nor had I even considered wearing such clothes at all (if you call this bikini, clothes). It was one thing to wear shorts or crop tops in front of my male students and exposing a bit here and there. But wearing a bikini would mean the entire of my back, stomach, legs, arms would be fully exposed with no chance to even hide or cover it! On top of that, this minimal, skimpy bikini was so very exposing. I had seen only models and porn stars wear these kinds of clothes. So me wearing this in front of my 9 male students and going into the swimming pool with them was out of the question! I straight away said, “No!” and began to leave. At this point, the guys were quite excited and expectant to see me in the bikini. They would not let me leave. They started saying how it was just us there, and no one would see us. How they had spent so much on the trip and on this bikini for me, and it would all go to waste. But it was a bikini! I could not say yes. So then, sensing my utter reluctance, one guy said, “See Pranali, you wear this bikini and come into the pool. Or we will push you in the pool in the clothes you are wearing until you have no more dry clothes to wear.” Now I was scared. I did not have that many changes of clothes, and I could not sleep in wet clothes at night, of course. What other option did I have?! I asked them if they could allow me any other option to avoid going into the pool in a bikini. They discussed amongst themselves for a while. Then the same guy said, “This bikini should not go to waste. So either you wear it in this pool right now, or you wear it tomorrow in the car.” Sitting in the car in a bikini would be safer than going into the pool. But I had seen what all these guys did to me in the car. They used me as a masturbation tool, exposed my body to locals, and all this when I was dressed in a t-shirt and shorts. In a bikini, I would be a goner. Now I really had no other option! Reluctantly, I picked up the bikini and headed toward my room to change into it. Seeing this, all my students were overjoyed, laughing and high-fiving each other. Then they went to their own rooms to change into their swim shorts (or so I thought, at the time) I was gonna do it. Be almost nude and naughty in a skimpy stringy yellow wet bikini in a resort in front of my 9 male students! How had it come to this?