SLAM!
That is the third slammed door against Deepika. This time and old couple, berates her about her lack of shame. With nothing but her slim body, she walks up the stairs to the next floor. The first thing she notices is the aroma of cannabis seeping through the first door. Like Pavlov's dog, her body reacts to the smell. However instead of her mouth, it is her pussy that is getting wet.
She figures if she has to do this, at least she can get high in the process.
BZZZZ!
The door opens showing some stoned students shocked to see her.
"Deepika maam?"
"Shit!" she gasps as she covers herself. "You know me?"
"We all saw the video of your fashion show last year as Cleopatra."
"oh..."
There was a good chance that the video may have spread, being the only girl walk in a bikini on stage. Now she just feels silly. She brought her hands down to expose her perky breasts to the gawking boys. They are first year students from Lengavi College, her juniors.
"Maam, I hope this is not rude, but you look really hot!"
"Thanks," she replied sheepishly. She really does not want to continue her homework with people she can meet in college. What if they tell the others?
"You want to smoke up, ma'am? I'm sure others would like to see you."
How can she say no? She walks into the dark lit room, with music playing in the background. There were boys and girls staring at her naked body. However there was no lust, nor disgust. Everyone seems more astonished.
She does not pay attention as they introduce themselves to her. All she is thinking is how far it will spread. It's bad enough that moment in first year happened, but at least her name was private. Only thing that came out was rumours.
One of the girls exclaims, "Oh my god ma'am! Why are you naked?"
"Umm, I am doing this as a dare." She stammers. "I can't stay for too long. I have to knock on every door in the building like this."
"Cool!" one answers enthusiastically. "We are just making a blunt right now. Take a bong hit while we prepare it."
Without wasting an opportunity she takes it and sucks through the pipe as one of them lights it. She then calls for another. She takes another hit, and is in ecstasy. Too long she has not been high. All she can think about is the how the feeling in her loins increases immensely. She closes her eyes to enjoy the THC flow through her blood. She wishes she can feel like this forever.
"Uhh, ma'am?"
She opens her eyes to find them awkwardly staring at her. The look of interest has changed. The boys try hard to conceal their boners through their shorts, while the girls just look at her in disgust. She looks down to find her pussy juices coated over the base of the bong. She has been rubbing her cunt over the glass pipe the whole time. Her secretions were smeared along the tube. Any longer, she may have ended up fucking it.
She heard one of them say, "Did anyone record that?"
"Got it," one of the girls answers.
Deepika is petrified. They are not like the regular Bihari seniors, who promised they would keep it a secret. They have no reason to hide it from the others.
She starts begging them to delete it, but there is no sign of sympathy from these first years. The gentle host who invited now has a devilish grin.
"Give us one good reason why?"
"I'll do anything, just don't send it please."
The juniors smiled at one another. They look at the nervous senior as they huddle around to discuss what to do. With nothing better to do, she takes a few more bong hits, relaxing her a bit.
Finally they stop and turn to their new toy. Deepika opened up her cunt expecting the request they will give her. However they all awkwardly stare, at the NRI spreading her legs.
"She's already displaying herself like a slut," the host snickers. "This will make our demand easier."
The others laugh.
"You truly are pathetic," one of the girls spat. "Look we don't want to fuck your stinky cunt. We just want you to be our delivery bitch."
"Excuse me?" she asks, also feeling hurt from the unneeded comment.
One of the boys added on. "The weed we buy ain't cheap, but we feel he might give a special discount, if you play along. Give us your number, and we'll call you when we call him. Not today, slut. We'll tell you when.
That does not sound that bad. She probably just has to suck his dick off, and that's it. She immediately agrees to the plan. She does not know it's not as easy as delivering a pizza however.
"Good to hear ma'am," her host says. "Before you go and finish your 'dare,' we just have a request for you. You made some of us hard, thanks to you treating our bong like a dildo. I think it's fair you relieve us. While we smoke the blunt, give us a blowjob until we blow our load."
She stares at the girls who are rolling their eyes.
It does not take long for them to cum in her mouth, before unceremoniously kicking her out. They do however give a gift as thanks for the blowjobs, which is hash oil smeared inside her pussy. She feels the drug absorbing into her blood stream as she goes to the next door.
She then knocks on the next door to find a middle aged man. Despite being intoxicated by the THC, she still manages to remember how to introduce herself.
"Hi, my name is Deepika," she says really slowly as she shakes his hands. Her other hand then touches his torso, and travels over his lungi down to his crotch. She comes closer to him as he has not objected so far.
Without further words, the old man drags the naked girl in his house to start fondling her privates for hours. He even smiles as she moans loudly, as he caresses her nipples. With her legs spread, he focuses on spreading her lower lips to get a better view of her insides. Deepika feels his dick against her face, and turns to it to lick it through his lungi. She doesn't notice that he had his camera on the whole time. He was planning on making a video for his daughter's wedding, but figures that could wait. His wife is out of town, so he is not going to waste an opportunity.
Finally he lifts his lungi, exposing his engorged penis. This must have been the largest penis that has gone in her tight cunt so far. After being played with, she felt little friction thanks to her sex juices. All she does is let out a mild whimper as he slowly goes in and out. He was gentle, but strong. He bent over her small body, to seductively kiss her as they both grind one another.
She felt the sweat drip down to the floor. Her whimpers turned to moans. Her moans turn to screams, as she finally climaxes. The old man also squirts his juice deep inside her, making her feel the warmth within.
"That was amazing," she weakly whispers, while struggling to get up. "My name is Deepika, what is yours?"
"Get out."
She is taken aback but the blunt cold words. What happened to the gentle man who made love to her, she wonders. The NRI teen finds herself getting pushed out of the apartment, and having another door slammed in her face. Still confused, she questions the sudden change.
Deciding not to dwell on it, she goes to the next few doors.
