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.
The rest are mostly single bachelors from other schools, who she got to know really well. Being already naked, she did not bother shaking their hands and went directly to grabbing their crotches. Every guy took the hint and fucked her. Some however decided to have some with before they marked her with their seed.
"You want me to what?"
"I want write 'insert here' on your snatch with a permanent marker," one requests her.
Deepika reluctantly agrees, as she feels the marker rub over her hairless mound. After he finished, he starts following the sign and inserts his penis in her twat. With not much to feel from his size, she ponders why is it that she must be completely hairless, while she has to feel the body hair from every guy she fucks. As soon as he blew his load inside, she left for the next room. The sex itself lasts a few a minutes. Most of the time is spent on them probing her body, especially her twat.
She knocks on the next door. This tenant is a little strange, as he thinks she is some maid, demanding her to clean the toilet, but with her hands tied behind her. It feels like forever as she has to scrub somehow, and rinse the toilet. She also has to mop the floor. Meanwhile, the man plays with her puffed lips edging her throughout the ordeal. Expecting herself to get penetrated, she spreads her legs for him, only to find him simply masturbating, and unleashing his sperm on to the newly cleaned floor. She is made to lick it off, before he shoved her out of the room. He did not bother removing the restraint on her hand.
It is back to fucking, or blowing the tenants. Other times, they slam the door on her face, but not before berating her for her life choices. She has lost count for how many times, they mentioned that she is disgracing her parents who have raised her, and are paying for her education. If only they knew what is really going on. Then again, they most likely will not care.
After finishing the last tenant, at 1am, she goes back to her open room, and rewrites the notes. Happy with how it looks, she takes a shower and falls straight to bed, at 3am.
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The next day
Her alarm goes off, and she gets ready. She waits for Hridhya to come to her room. Puzzled she tries to call her, only to remember, she doesn't have her phones. It's nearing 8 and Deepika is feeling hesitant. She can't miss another class. Already the teachers think she's a slacker. She jumps as she sees the manager pop into her bedroom.
"What the hell are you doing up here still?" he asks seemingly annoyed. "You're supposed to meet me outside the building you cunt!"
"What do you mea-"
"I have you clothes, stupid girl! Do you think I want to waste my time with your shit? Wait by the window of my desk, and I'll slip them through."
She quickly goes down with just her backpack. She leaves the building, with the guard still sleeping, and patiently waits for her clothes by the manager's office window.
After waiting for thirty minutes, the manager finally slips out what she'll wear, and shuts the blinders. Just like yesterday the clothes seem decent, just no underwear. She does not have time to go to morning class so she heads to posting. She reaches and finds Hridhya already there with a patient, with his pants down.
"I thought you were going to wake me up and give me my clothes," Deepika whines.
"Just because I own you, doesn't mean I'm you babysitter," Hridhya harshly tells her. "Any ways it's my turn to take a case, and I was told to take this hernia patient. Maam will ask one of us to practice our examination skills on him."
"So you want me to learn how to find the signs of hernia on him?" Deepika asks naively.
"Don't be ridiculous," Hridhya snickers. "You are just going to fuck up the examination, if she calls you to do it. Just do what I'm about to tell you."
Deepika is horrified as Hridhya goes into details exactly what she is expected to do. Seeing her expression, Hridhya laughs.
"Don't worry, slut," she reassures her. "The hernia is not painful, so you won't hurt him."
"Because that is what I'm worried about," Deepika mutters under her breath, sarcastically. "It has nothing to do with what you want me to do, IN FRONT OF A PROFESSOR!"
"What did you say?" a stern Hridhya asks.
"Nothing," Deepika quickly answers.
