15yrs back, when I was 27yrs old, I was staying with my parents & younger brother in a distant, interior village on the Maharashtra-Karnataka border near Gulbarga. Our family’s financial condition was not so well-off. I was one of the prettiest unmarried women of my village. Fair, lustrous skin, jet-black waist-length hair and with a height of 5ft 7”, I was sour grapes to most of the men in my village. Physically too, I was very attractive, as I had been an active NCC Cadet during college years. I had already passed my M.Sc & had joined the Govt run village school as a Maths teacher for 12th Std students.
Due to my beauty & attractive physique, young boys would hide behind classroom windows, just to catch a glimpse of me during my classes. I would feel embarrassed & angry at the boys for staring at me mischievously.
I would soon realize that beauty can be a problem for women as well.
My father had stopped farming his lands as his old age had sapped all his strength & my younger brother was still studying in college. I was the only bread-winner of my family & although my parents were pressurizing me to get married, I had been postponing the marriage decision for the sake of my family.
In addition to the above, there was another serious worry that worried me constantly. My job as a Teacher in the School was a temporary one & officially my tenure was over. There was a great possibility that any day, my services would be terminated, which would lead to my family’s financial crisis. I had applied for confirmation of my services to the Head-Master, but there was no response from him even after several weeks of eager wait. Then, someone told me to approach the Development Officer, but I was refused an appointment despite my academic credentials. As my Readers must be aware, it is very difficult to get things done in Government Office without paying bribes. Being a woman, I was not aware of such practices till then.
Considerable time had passed since I had left my application on the Principal’s desk & I was afraid that any moment I may called by the Principal & asked to stop coming to the school.
The Head-Master of the school was an old soft-spoken gentleman with kind manners. One day, when I had finished my classes & was preparing to return home, the school peon Babu came to fetch me.
Babu spoke “ Arrey, Sangita, Sir has called you to his cabin” (My name is Sangita)
Expecting my worst fears to come true, I nervously asked Babu “ Are you aware why he has called me”
Babu simply shrugged his shoulders pleading ignorance & went away to lock the class doors.
I hurriedly went to the Headmaster, who told me that last week he had asked the Sarpanchji to put his weight on the case, as I was an outstanding student of the village. He also asked me to meet the Sarpanchji at his bungalow the next day in the evening.
So, as directed, the next day after school, I took a quick bath, wore a simple white blue bordered saree with matching blouse & became ready for the meeting. I took all my educational certificates in a brown ladies hand-bag & left my house with a prayer on my lips to make the meeting a success.
I went straight to the Sarpanchji’s (Village Bungalow), where he had called me for the meeting. The Sarpanchji was a middle-aged rich man as he owned Lacs of acres of farm land in the village. He was staying in a huge two-storeyed bungalow with big lawns both at the front & at the back of his bungalow. Two huge iron gates opened to the bungalow. He was a tall, well-built man whom I had seen occasionally during his periodic rounds in our village, but I was unaware about his secret reputation with women.
As I arrived at the bungalow by a cycle-rickshaw, the bungalow watchmen opened the gates to let me in. The bungalow suspiciously looked dark & silent, as if the electricity supply had gone off and all residents were out. I enquired from the watchmen where the Sarpanchji was and they told me to go to the back of the bungalow. The bungalow had a huge & beautiful lawn at the back, lined with mango, banana & palm trees.
I straightened my saree, clutched my hand bag tightly & took a deep inhale to build up my confidence & then strode towards the rear end of the bungalow. I found Sarpanchji Sir sitting on a diwan smoking a cigarette & a tea-table neatly arranged in front of the diwan. Despite our village being in a remote corner of the country, the Village Sarpanchji was known to remain up-to-date with current affairs. I walked up to him & greeted him warmly. He told me to take a seat in the chair facing him. He offered me tea & snacks, which I politely refused by saying “I just had Sir”.
He told me that he had been informed by the Headmaster about my problem & assured me that he will try to do something about it as soon as possible. He asked for my certificates & after going thru them smiled & said “ I see that you have a very good academic record, I see, I see..”
Without lifting his eyes from my career file, he spoke, dropping his volume while speaking – “But, Madam,…Are you aware of the procedure?”
I asked ignorantly “ No Sir, Can you please explain it, Sir I am willing to do anything for my confirmation”
Sarpanchji – “Anything..You mean anything?” the Sarpanchji stressed the word “anything”
I confirmed again “Anything”
Sarpanchji “Are you aware of the favours….I mean the formalities in Govt Depts..?” he said in a husky voice
The conversation gradually gained a direction.
Sarpanchji – “Arrey Madam, formalities…formalities…Corruption, Bribes, Maal, Item?”
The last two parts, Maal and Item were suggested indirectly with a quick playing of fingers.
Me – “ I have heard about corruption & bribes in Govt Depts…I am willing for them also”
Sarpanchji “But You are a woman, madam..They will not take bribes from women..Some other method I have to think”
Saying this, Sarpanchji looked at the sky & went into a trance for some time. He recovered from his trance & began.
“Sangita, You know you are attractive”
Sensing nothing evil, I replied professionally “ May be Sir, my friends & colleagues have told me that”
Sarpanchji “Attractive Personality & also good looks, I mean good looks…If I ask you to use your good looks to please us”
Me – “I didn’t get you Sir”
Sarpanchji this time looked visibly annoyed & while rubbing his forehead with his fingers, looked at me & sharply said “ Madam…Can you use your good looks to please me?….YES or NO?”
My mouth dried & I froze as slowly the actual meaning of this request sank in my mind.
As soon as I gathered my senses, I stood up from the chair & replied with my face pointing away from the Sarpanchji “ Sir, I cannot compromise my family values just for a job, I come from a good family…..Please don’t….?”
“Get Lost” was the only gruff retort that sealed the meeting, with the Sarpanchji looking the other way.
I turned my face & with a rapid pace walked out of the bungalow, tears filling up my eyes at the unexpected humiliation. After walking a few meters, the thought of my family began to bother my mind. Pending Bills, Brother’s education, Medicines for my ageing parents, Mounting expenses, uncertainty, the problems will begin immediately if I lost my job and the circumstances would be dreadfully much worse than what is today. I had no other option, I thought. Compromising my body would be better than seeing my family’s situation crumble to a dead end. Slowly, grudgingly, I decided to go to the bungalow. It was 6 PM.
Fighting back tears, I briskly walked back to the bungalow & reached the bungalow gates within 20 min. On seeing me, the watchmen quickly went inside the bungalow to inform the Sarpanchji & came back to let me in.
“Sahab, bahaar hai peeche” said the watchman
I strolled over to the place where he was sitting. On seeing me, he asked me sternly, blowing the cigarette smoke upwards – “What is it now?”
With a faint voice, I murmured “ OK Sir, I am ready”
Sarpanchji pulled a small puff on his cigarette & asked “ Now? ”
I confirmed “ Yes, Sir tell me what I have to do. Sorry for walking away rudely”
“That’s OK” is all what the Sarpanchji said.
Our conversation gradually became comfortable after that.
Sarpanchji assured me saying “Dekho…It is very easy. Don’t worry, you will not get hurt..Just give me your intimate company”.
I answered with “Hmmm..m..Ok Sir” digging my thumbnail into my palms in hatred & anger.
From now on Sarpanchji became very courteous with me. He pointed out to a distant tree in the courtyard & said “ Go there & strip nude.” My head started spinning after hearing such a request for the first time & walked unwillingly to the spot. I felt the Sarpanchji’s eyes follow my curvaceous body & swinging hips from behind.
After reaching the tall mango tree, I began undoing the Saree tucking in front of him & soon, the first piece of fabric fell from my body at my feet. I was now standing clothed in my sheer undergarments, the blouse & petticoat. The realization that I was shedding clothes in front of a stranger for the first time caused me deep embarrassment. I was heavy, long gasps which accentuated my stately bosom. I stood still for a few seconds with my hands on my hips, expecting he will speak something. But, he didn’t.
With terribly shaky hands, I unbuttoned my blouse & raised my hands to remove the blouse completely from my body. I threw the blouse on top of the Saree & remained clad in my brassiere & petticoat. The petticoat was next to fall in line with the saree & blouse. I stood motionless for a moment not knowing what to do next. A sharp, pleasant tingling sensation had started in my pubic nerves, making me unsteady. The Sarpanchji’s intense gaze was fixed at me with the cigarette on his lips.
The Sarpanchji signaled me from his chair by his hand to carry on with the striptease. As I unhooked my brassiere, my swollen breasts popped & a gust of wind caressed my bare back. I carefully dropped the brassiere on the heap of clothes & quickly crossed my fair arms over my chest to cover my uncaged melons. Only the panty now stood guard to the most precious part of my body. I waited feverishly at the place, expecting the Sarpanchji to call an end to this abject humiliation. But I caught the Sarpanchji still looking at me with piercing eyes, indicating that he wanted to see the last bit of clothing to part from my body.
I had no option except to completely surrender to his illegitimate request. To avoid annoying the Sarpanchji anymore, I quickly lowered the panty from my hips to my knees & further below to my feet & finally brought it out of my slender legs. The evening wind wrapped me in its suggestive embrace hinting that I was publicly naked. I was now dressed in my birthday suit with all my private assets – breasts, navel, buttocks & a shaved pussy on unabashed display before a lecherous man in exchange for a desperately needed official favour.
I crossed one arm over my breasts & placed my palm of the other hand strategically on my pubic region in a last bit attempt to cover my modesty. Just then, the Sarpanchji called me to come close to him. With feelings of deep embarrassment travelling down my spine, I dragged my sluggish feet to the Sarpanchji. I took a glance at my body while walking down the short tiled path between the tree & the Sarpanchji & experiencing my own nudity draped only in my remaining embellishments – Bangles, Ear rings, anklets, necklace & especially the silver waist chain, somewhere intricate feelings of love & lust grew in me. .
The short path from the tree to the Sarpanchji’s chair seemed lengthier than actual & with every step of mine, the swaying breasts & delicate hips seemed to heighten my earthy sexiness. It was an unbearable sight for my eyes to see my own naked stuff strutting out in the open to lusty eyes of someone whom I had met for the first time & its awareness aroused feelings of physical desire. A sharp velvety pain originated somewhere between my legs, which suggested a feeling of physical incompleteness.
As I reached the place, he rose from his chair & lovingly cupped my chin & asked “Are you feeling shy, dear?” There was an assuring tone to his voice. I stood silent with my hand over another, not daring to meet him in the eye.
He drew tiny circles around my nipples till the nipples stood erect & firm. Gently he drew my face for a long kiss with his rough lips. Taking me in his muscular arms, he kissed the nape of my neck with one hand going behind to hold me steady by my bottom. All my dislike for the Sarpanchji seemed to have vanished at this moment, due to this unexpected romantic gesture. Hatred was slowly getting replaced by mushy feelings of love & lust.
He withdrew from the kiss & pulling out a soft-drink bottle from the container, he came close to me. He wiped the bottle head on my pouted lips & brought the bottle down to my knee. Softly he inserted the bottle between my parted knees. The bottle was still cold & gave me goosebumps on my thighs. Slowly, steadily he took the bottle up along my tender skin, over my thighs till the point where my legs just parted under my vagina. The cold bottle touched a sensual live nerve between my legs. I gasped & my legs clamped shut on the bottle, trapping the bottle between my thighs.
With a wicked smile on his face, the Sarpanchji asked “Liked it?” I stood silent with my fists tightly clenched to stifle my joyous moans ready to emanate from my mouth, but the dilated pupils of my eye almost gave away my real feelings to him. He began to tease my cunt by twisting the bottle in & out of my legs. My pussy was already excited & flowing with its rich natural juices & some of them leaked into the bottle. He removed the bottle from my legs & brought the bottle opening near his nose. Like a wine connoisseur, he rubbed the bottle head on his lips & nose a couple of times & lingered on the salty juices of my soft pussy & under thighs for several moments. He moaned deeply “Hmmm…Ahhhh..Ohhhh” in appreciation of the taste of my intimate juices. He left me feeling like his sex goddess.
He moved to the diwan, his mouth smeared with the cunt juices & sitting upright on his back, gestured me to sit on his lap. As I came near the diwan, he pulled one of my legs up & quietly sucked my toes. My raised legs caused my puckered cunt lips to stare at him. A tent was now clearly visible on his pyjama. Finishing off with my toes, he pulled me on top of him with one quick tug of his hand & my mighty melons crashed against his face, as I fell on his lap. He pulled me even closer to his face. I jumped instantly in shock & pain as I felt his stiff cock poke the most sensitive entrance of my arse, the moment I sat on his lap. Delicately, he ran his fingers thru my hair and began pulling & massaging my tight breasts. My nipples were being manipulated by his smoky lips & he also expertly stroked the region between my navel & vagina.
Then, He laid out on the diwan & pulled me towards his face. I was straddling his face on my knees, hands resting on the diwan for balance & my slippery cunt impatiently waiting for the upcoming assault by his mouth.
Pulling down my body towards his own by his big hands on my smooth buttocks, he slowly lowered my dripping cunt to his mouth and started eating my pussy ferociously. His tongue snaked in & out of my crotch & licked the entire snatch along my buttocks till my fiery cunt. I moved my hips up & down in rhythm to catch every single lashing of his tongue. My body writhed in orgasmic pleasure & my pussy released more love juices into his tongue. His sharp nose & tongue totally worked me out, my head was spinning wildly and I tightly clenched the diwan for support.
Finally, unable to bear the rush of my virgin orgasm anymore, my legs bucked & gave way. I managed to quickly slide down a little on his body to avoid collapsing on his face, pulled rapid long breaths to control my fast evaporating senses. I would have fainted had the Sarpanchji not taken me in his big warm embrace. I looked at the Sarpanchji to find him looking into my eyes with a comforting smile.
I had been brought to terms with my own sexuality, which was hiding under layers of my prim & proper character. My cunt got desperate for an adult man’s cock to stretch it apart & spray its walls with cum.
Later, the Sarpanchji took my hand in his and brought it to his pyjama string. My pussy had by now fully warmed up by the foreplay & was lusting for a cock to hit deep inside its pink walls. Carefully I untied the pyjama strings & lowered the pyjama up to his crotch. The swollen penis sprang up erect with its balls clinging to it in a fit of violent rage.
The Sarpanchji is the senior most people in his village & I definitely could not muster up the courage to touch his cock myself, although the first thought in my mind was to feel its power with my own hands. My brain was now intermingled with sincere devotional thoughts & crazy sinful thoughts of lust. In one hand, I was still recovering from his audacity to ask me to compromise my body & on the other hand, I was getting desperate to get screwed.
I started absurdly feeling like a VIP, as the chosen one for bearing the seed of the village’s most important man. Deep in my lustful thoughts, I wanted to fondle the length of his cock, cup & stroke his balls & guide it into my itching love hole. Circumstances had transformed me from a wise & gentle teacher to a horny bitch.
I positioned my pussy on the mushroom head of his cock & gradually brought my hips lower to meet his cock at my love temple. The first touch of an adult male cock sent a gush of warm blood thru my veins & my face reddened from extreme pleasure. Sarpanchji raised his hips to ease the entry of his throbbing cock into my cunt. I felt the cock repeatedly ram the delicate walls of vagina & hit my cervix. My vagina stretched apart to accommodate the entire girth of the cock & my eyes closed shut with orgasmic pleasure. The rigid cock moved & dashed against my ass & hips repeatedly in a slow rhythm, till suddenly he let out a loud grunt & his penis popped out of my vagina, covered in foamy blobs of cum.
I was still rubbing my pussy over his twitching cock, when my pussy erupted in a mighty orgasm, squirting my musky pussy juice all over the Sarpanchji’s belly & the diwan. My whole body was terribly shaking & my legs clamped the Sarpanchji’s hips to endure the intense climax. My hands were holding his shoulders for support. My memory faded out with long breaths.
I woke up to find myself in the arms of the Sarpanchji who was patting my buttocks lovingly as if to tell me that I had done a great job. Tears rolled down my eyes from unexpected fulfillment of secret desires & gratitude.
Without any further word, suddenly the Sarpanchji came out from under my legs & straightened his clothes. With tired, heavy eyes, I got up from the diwan noticing that the diwan was spoilt with several blobs of stains which flowed evenly into the sheets during our love making. He put on his clothes & by simply saying “Honey, You were wonderful, Meet you again soon” he walked towards the rear door, leaving me naked on the couch & feeling like a desperate whore.
I gathered all my clothes & quickly passed out of the bungalow gates, lest the watchmen ask me any probing questions. I reached home in a daze, cleaned my belly of cum & legs of all stains from the lovemaking & went straight to bed. Next morning, as I readied myself for school, I comforted myself by my dismissing all the other day’s occurrence as an adult dream of puberty although my crampy legs & burning holes seemed to hint otherwise.
During my classes, I was called to the HeadMaster’s Office for collecting my confirmation Letter. The Headmaster congratulated me with a wicked twinke in his eyes and I realized that what I was thinking in the morning was true.
Surrendered Myself To Sarpanch In Exchange For An Urgent Favor