After moving away for uni, I decided immediately that I hated living away from home. I wasn't necessarily homesick; I spoke with family and school friends often enough to not miss them. But I hadn't taken much of a liking to anyone on my course. As a result, I was determined to keep myself busy. I got a job working in quite a lively late-night bar in the centre, a place that I will revisit in another of my stories.
I had decided as a way of keeping myself busy I would sign up for an additional class that ran for 10 weeks every Wednesday evening. The first week I realised immediately that it was a complete waste of time. There wouldn't be anything beneficial to the course, and it was understandable that people in their first year would rather be hitting the town.
There was, however, one perk, and that, of course, was the professor. A bit of a cliché, I know. He was young, perhaps only a few years older than I, if I could guess. He had been drafted in to teach the class either because the actual professor couldn't be arsed or he was looking for some experience teaching.
He was handsome in a rugged sort of way with muscular arms and thick veins raised along his forearms. A man who could throw me over his shoulder like his personal little sex doll. I'm so ashamed to even write it, but it was a genuine little schoolgirl crush. And I wasn't the only one; as the weeks went by and word got out, the class bulked up significantly. Empty-headed pick-me girls lined the front rows, vying for his attention. All the while I sat at the back out of the way but not out of sight, it would seem.
The class was split into two sections: the first, where he would talk, and the second, where he would play a PowerPoint presentation. Due to the position of the projector screen, he would sit at the back, a couple of seats away, but on the fourth week, he sat right next to me. I don't think he had eyes for me; he had scanned my body from head to toe a couple of times, but it was more of a natural, instinctive thing all men do.
So now I've set the scene; let's get down to the depravity.
I decided to challenge myself to something that would really push the boundaries. And I must add this was a decision I made only a couple of hours before the class was due to start. Which meant no time to dwell on the risks or consider the consequences.
My challenge was this: I would dress in a tube top (for easy removal), a skirt that came down to mid-thigh, sandals and a long, thin cardigan that came down to just above the knee, and of course, absolutely no underwear in sight. My mission, should I choose to accept it, was to remove every piece of clothing save for my cardigan and ensure a bullet vibrator was lodged firmly in my pussy before the teacher came to sit next to me.
That was Part 1 of the mission, the vibrator being integral to Part 2, but we'll get into that in a moment.
I arrived early, and the door was still locked. I had spent the hour before with my fingers jammed in my cunt, edging myself silly till my brain was fuzzy and my pussy a soaking wet mess. My inner thighs were slick as I walked, and I could only imagine the state the back of my cardigan would be in by the time this was over.
Five minutes later, the door was unlocked, and people began to filter in and find their seats. I had an idea that I would take off my cardigan and wait to arrive slightly late, letting him see the curves of my ass beneath my skirt as I picked my way through the rows of seats to the back, where he would join me later.
With a light tap at the door and a flash of a cute, sexy smile, I'm sure I held his gaze all the way to my seat, and if I didn't, then fuck, perhaps he's gay.
When the lecture started, I knew I had around 40 minutes before he came to the back of the class. Plenty of time to get nakey. The skirt would be easy; there was no way anyone could see under the desks unless someone decided to drop a pen and take a cheeky glance.
The top, on the other hand, was a tad more difficult; I would just have to keep the cardigan closed when the deed was done. I was in no rush and decided my pussy could take a couple of little edges before I got started.
I slid down in my chair so my ass was perched on the edge of the seat. I folded my skirt up so it lay resting on my stomach, with my legs spread wide, leaving my pussy exposed to the cool air of the classroom. As the teacher began his lecture, I gently stroked my nails ever so lightly along my inner thighs and hips, feeling my nipples harden against my top, and my whole body began to tingle in nervous anticipation of what was about to happen.
For the next five minutes I alternated between dipping my fingers into my drooling hole and massaging the scooped-out grool into every fold of my pussy. Occasionally, as my gaze remained fixed on my teacher and I imagined him bending me over his desk, our eyes would make contact. When they did, my clit would instinctively twitch and my heart would beat a little faster.
My skirt was the first to go, but it made no real difference to my state of undress. My top followed quickly after, which was a wave of pleasure in itself. The feel of the material sliding over my sensitive nipples was almost enough to send me over the edge. I clasped my cardigan shut with my left hand as I stuffed my clothes away into my open bag and kicked it back under the table. The last thing I needed was for him to see the clothes I entered in now screwed up in my bag.
I closed my eyes, basking in the audacity that I was naked in a classroom, lightly sliding my index finger between my lips – not enough to cum, but enough to keep me stimulated and my clit fluttering.
The last step before Phase 2 was the vibrator. I pulled it out of my bag and pressed it gently against my clit before slipping it in. Now the concern was, would it stay in? As, by this point, my pussy felt like a tap, and any contraction would send it shooting out onto the floor.
Checking to make sure it was still on the lowest setting, I gave it a quick test run, and holy fuck, that was a bad idea. The low buzz hit my walls like electricity, and it was all I could do to keep my ass in the chair. The girl in the row in front slightly turned her head, and she wasn't the only one; two or three people had slight twists towards the back of the class, but I'm not sure which noise they were acknowledging: the low hum emanating from my crotch, the sound of my knee bouncing off the underside of the table or the frantic rustle of arms and clothing as I tried to keep my cardigan closed and turn the vibrator off.
"Is that seat free next to you, Naomi?"
"Fuck yeah, Daddy!" It was my internal voice's response.
"Yes, sir" were the words that came out in my best attempt at a submissive voice, accompanied by a seductive smile.
Now a head did turn all the way. For the sake of anonymity, we'll call the bitch Karen, who had spent the last couple of weeks sending me scathing looks and contorting her face into various states of what I can only imagine being discomfort.
Karen was a typical pick-me girl who had decided that sampling half of the city of Liverpool during freshers' week wasn't enough; she had to have this teacher simply because he chose to sit next to another girl.
I don't know why I'm telling you about her, but as you can probably tell by now, that slag was living rent-free in my head during my years at uni. I had the last laugh, though. I stood on her bare feet in heels once, pretending that I tripped, lol.
Anyway, back to the story.
My vibrator was still firmly jammed inside me as the teacher slid into the chair next to mine. I had crossed my right leg over my left, pulling the right side of my cardigan across my body but letting the left side fall away, feeling my left nipple ever so slightly exposed at the side.
My plan was simple. In the second half of these classes we would be subjected to a presentation of which most slides had short videos ranging anywhere from 30 seconds to a couple of minutes long.
My challenge was to turn on the vibrator when each video started and try not to cum till the video ended and I could turn it off. To say this was risky was an understatement. The videos often played loud, but my shoulder was practically pressed against his, meaning it would be a miracle if he didn't hear the buzz. But I didn't care; I had gone past the point of thinking about risks and consequences.
It was all I could do to not let my cardigan slip and show him what I was up to. I uncrossed my legs and moved my seat out slightly, allowing my knees to part. I drew my cardigan closed again across my chest and waist, but my legs were completely exposed, and I felt sure if he looked down and stared hard enough, he would know that my skirt had disappeared. My heart felt like it skipped a beat when the first slide showed a black box in the centre signalling the first video. This was the first test; if he had heard, I don't even know what I would have done.
My pussy groaned in sweet ecstasy as I switched the vibrator on. I could hear nothing but the sound on screen, but something in the way my legs reacted to the pleasure building inside me caught my teacher's attention. A quick double take in the direction of my crotch was followed by a glance of confusion up to my face that had turned red beneath my makeup. I flicked the vibrator off as the video came to a close; my pussy clenched tight as I desperately tried to hold my orgasm at bay.
Video 2 came along before I had even begun to recover, and with two minutes on the clock there was no way I was going to hold in the inevitable, so instead I gave myself in to it. Leaning forward, placing my elbows on the desk, I allowed my cardigan to hang down, acting as a curtain as a wave of hot pleasure crashed through my body. I ground my hips forward against the chair as my pussy throbbed in aftershock, the vibrator still humming away.
I felt a hand press between my shoulder blades.
"Are you alright? You look a little flustered," the teacher said with concern.
"Yes, sir! Sorry, I'm just a little hot," I replied, melting into my chair in sheer embarrassment.
"Do you want to take this cardigan off?" he asked.
Oh fuck, there's literally nothing I want more!!
"No, it's ok, I'll be alright. Thank you, though."
At first I thought he was just being kind. But now I look back; he must have known that I had just cum my brains out less than a foot away from him. I wonder whether he knew I wasn't wearing anything and he was just teasing me. That being said, he never made a move nor said anything more about it for the rest of the class. I, however, stuck to my plan and came twice more with my vibrator and even once rubbed my clit after I felt one of my orgasms didn't quite give me the release I needed.
By the time the class finished, I was a mess; my cardigan and thighs were sticky and soaked, sweat coated my back, and my pussy ached for something more. I felt brainless, like the only thought in my head was how desperate I was to be fucked. I needed cock. I had behaved like a dirty little slut, and now I needed to be treated like one.
Not to be big-headed, but I've no doubt that a girl with a body like mine could have pulled in any bar in Liverpool to help me scratch the burning itch between my legs. But as the students began the chaotic act of noisily gathering bags and coats and scraping chairs under desks, I began to formulate a very naughty plan indeed.
Our teacher had already made good his escape.
But he would be back...
After thirty minutes another lecture would take place in that room. Taught by the same teacher. Between lectures he would disappear for ten minutes or so to grab a coffee.
Ten minutes.
Ten minutes to take off my cardigan, sit on his desk and pump my slutty little pussy with my dildo until I came one last time.
I had brought the dildo on the off chance the vibrator proved to be too loud, but I think I like my other use for it much better.
I busied myself pretending to rearrange the contents of my bag until the last person had left the room. When the door closed for the final time, I raced across the room, cardigan flowing behind me. I knew I didn't have much time, if any at all. The teacher could have returned at any moment, or worse yet, the next wave of students could have arrived early. I threw my cardigan down onto the desk, briefly considering sticking the dildo to the desk and riding it. But no, the desk was too cluttered, and I was fast running out of time.
I dropped down into the chair behind the desk, angling it towards the door so if anyone did walk through, they would be looking straight down the barrel. With my right leg on the desk and my left draped over the armrest I teased the entrance of my hole, realising the vibrator was still in there. I switched it on quickly.
"Might as well get myself close," I thought as I sat there naked as the day I was born, almost begging to be caught. I yanked the vibrator out as I began to feel that familiar surge of pleasure start to burn its way through my pussy. It dropped to the floor, still buzzing away, as I slid four inches of the seven-inch dildo into my needy little hole. Swallowing it hungrily, I was desperate for one last release.
My hips began to buck with the rhythm as I pumped it deeper, feeling it stretch out my walls until the silicone balls were slapping against my clit. I was in heaven, but it wasn't getting me there fast enough.
I picked up the vibrator and touched it lightly to my clit, fucking myself with the first two inches. My orgasm hit like a freight train. Wave after wave of pleasure rippled through my body as my legs flew off their resting place and my hand scrambled to my mouth to stifle my moans of ecstasy.
My pussy contracted once, forcing the dildo out of me, and then twice. I felt a sensation I had never felt before when cumming, and what started as a small trickle became a miniature hose as a spray of squirt covered my tits, tummy and desk.
At first I was barely even able to register what had happened. I had never squirted before, and to this day it's not something I can normally do. By the time I had somewhat regained my senses, the realisation of how fucked I was hit like a bus.
"How long has it been?!" And "What the fuck do I do about this?!" were two questions that came to the forefront of my mind. I frantically grabbed my cardigan and attempted to mop up my puddles of squirt that had landed on the desk. But it wasn't just the desk; it managed to drench the papers, the keyboard, and even the wall behind my head. My legs were trembling; whether out of panic or sexual exhaustion, I couldn't tell.
Voices.
"Shit!" I vocalised.
"Ok, ok, how do you want to get caught?" I thought. "Someone is going to come through that door; let's mitigate the situation."
I started with the cardigan. Soaking wet with a mixture of squirt and pussy juice. I unscrewed it and put it on. At least then I wouldn't be caught naked.
Next I turned off my vibrator, which throughout this entire predicament was still pleasantly buzzing away, and threw it and the dildo into my bag. At least then nobody would know I was fucking myself silly in the classroom.
Finally, I pulled my top out of the bag and continued wiping away the mess I had made.
By then voices were right outside the door. The teacher had returned. I couldn't just leave like this. It was too obvious that something had happened. So again, not to blow my own horn, but I did something I thought was very smart. Well, smartish. I took out my water bottle and emptied half of it onto the edge of the desk with not a second to spare.
It wasn't the teacher at all. It was another student. A second-year, tall, dark and handsome man who was obviously not expecting to see me.
"Thank fuck," I thought.
"Oh, hi," he said, sounding surprised and a little awkward.
"Ohh, hi. I'm really sorry, I was just leaving, but I spilt my water," I said in a high-pitched, silly-me kind of voice.
"Oh, shit, hang on. I'll grab some paper towels."
He returned a minute later with some blue roll from the cleaners' storeroom, and together we started mopping up the mess. I, with one hand clenching my cardigan closed, while he wiped my squirt off the computer keyboard.
Despite him not knowing what he was really doing, I felt so bad for this poor guy.
But I repaid him in full when I squatted down to his level to cover the contents of my bag, not realising my cardigan would open up from the waist down, completely exposing my pussy to him. He looked up at me quickly, shock etched into every corner of his face, then back down before I could snap my knees together.
My face turned a brighter and brighter shade of red as I muddled my way through an apology, pretending I'd been getting changed. As if anyone on this planet would get changed in a classroom with a toilet two doors down the corridor. He was, however, by the looks of things, more embarrassed than I was, and seeing as how the mess I'd made had been cleaned to a passable standard, I gave him my thanks and made a quick exit, hoping to God he would keep this to himself.
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