((First submission - it's a personal favorite fantasy of mine! It's one of those super-unrealistic-but-fun-to-think-about scenarios...Hope you enjoy it as much as I do.))
Alice was hornier than she'd ever been in her life - and all because of some stupid prank. The black-haired young beauty shifted in her seat, uncomfortably aware of how cold the metal chair was against her bare ass. Stupid, immature fucking BULLSHIT.
She had emerged from her post-P.E. shower, tired but refreshed, only to find that her bra and panties had gone missing. Not only was she pissed (it had been a matching set she really liked) but Alice was forced to go commando in a SKIRT! There had been a recent flux of these panty thefts on campus - no doubt the result of either some super original and hilarious frat pledges, or some of those fucking underwear-sniffing otaku creeps that spent all their time watching the girls volleyball team from under the bleachers. In the end, it didn't matter. Alice had no time to find a replacement set of underclothes. The professor of her next class was a bit of a hard-ass and he wouldn't take kindly to her showing up late, especially for a reason she wouldn't be able to explain properly. Alice blushed at the mere thought of telling her teacher her underwear had been stolen...what a nightmare. So now here she was, uncomfortably aroused and praying that everyone would be too focused on the movie they were watching to notice her excited state.
It started as soon as Alice began walking to class. Her shirt was sheer polyester and somewhat coarse, so with every step the material lightly scratched her sensitive nipples. In no time at all they were hard and tingling, and the teasing nature of the faint sensation was making her wet. Alice was uncomfortably aware of how clearly visible her nipples were through the thin material. You could easily make out her pale pink areolas, and her now freely bouncing breasts only drew more attention to her hardened nipples. Alice pressed a notebook to her chest to hide her arousal as she walked, but the more direct contact of rough material and sensitive tits just made her hornier. By the time she got to class Alice was in a right state, and she muttered a silent thanks that the lights were already off as students settled in for the film. When Alice sat down, however, all her gratitude evaporated. The cold seat against her warm pussy lips almost made her yelp, and she had to lean back uncomfortably far and lift her legs up on her toes to avoid contact. The position was hard to hold, but every time Alice relaxed her hot little pussy would touch that freezing metal seat. It was agony. Alice was sitting in the very front row, having arrived later than most of the other students, but for once she was okay with that. Sitting in the front meant none of the students could look back and see her wet slit staring them right in the face. The longer she sat the more uncomfortable she got, and the more Alice let her tense pose falter. As the seat warmed up, however, Alice began to notice that her slight rocking motion was putting just the least amount of pressure on her clit. Biting her lip with frustration, she struggled not to allow herself to become any more aroused, but it was proving impossible. Being so exposed on the walk here had, for some reason, driven her crazy. And now this? Almost without realizing it Alice found her hand wandering down under the desk. No! Alice firmly clasped her hands on the seat, squeezing her legs together. Big mistake. The motion put pressure on her clit again, and what's more, she could feel her slick pussy lips pressing against each other. Alice thought she was going to go crazy. She had no idea what the stupid movie was going on about, and she hadn't even opened her notebook.
Taking a stealthy look around, Alice noted that everyone else in the front row had their attention fixed firmly on the movie. Well...maybe she could play with her nipples just a little. Just to relieve herself a little bit before running to the nearest bathroom after class and fingering herself to a furious orgasm. Alice crossed her arms over her chest as though she was cold, placing her index and middle fingers on either side of her erect nipples and squeezing them together. The sensation was amazing. All that delicate rubbing and teasing had made the pink little nubs more sensitive than she had thought possible, and the simple action of pinching them sent a jolt of pleasure straight to her pussy. Another, harder squeeze made Alice almost slide out of her chair. In public! She couldn't believe it. And yet, Alice realized that was half the reason she was dripping wet. After a few minutes of nipple play, Alice very carefully opened her notebook, took a pen in one hand, and slipped the other casually under her desk. Her eyes couldn't focus on the paper, and the pen hovered, motionless, over the page. Alice wasn't even a lefty. Meanwhile, her right hand slipped along her thigh, pulling an already short skirt up even higher. The cool air on her exposed slit made her shiver, and Alice slightly parted her legs to allow her fingers to slide along it. In seconds her digits were soaked with sticky pussy juice. She had never been this wet before! When Alice ran her finger over her swollen, painfully aching clit, she thought she was going to pass out. The shock of pleasure made her hand spastically clench, leaving a black scribble on the page. Suddenly, the lights came up. Alice whipped her hand out from under the desk in a flash, heart pounding, and looked up with wide eyes. The professor was giving some generic end-of-lecture speech about reviewing and studying and so on. Students were packing up, and the room filled with the general buzz of several hundred mumbling voices. Alice put away her notebook in a daze, her hand shaking slightly with the adrenalin. She had just gotten up to leave when...
"Alice, could you stay please? I have a few things I need to speak to you about regarding your proposed essay topic."
Swearing loudly and foully in her mind, the girl pivoted on her heel and marched to the desk, all too aware of the faint sheen of sweat on her brow and the fevered heat in her cheeks. The professor took his time gathering notes and such, so that by the time he snapped his briefcase shut the classroom was empty.
"Come, I left your abstract in my office. This way."
Again, Alice followed her teacher to a solid oak door at the back of the lecture hall. It opened into a cozy and very stereo-typically "academic" office. Dark mahogany, plush red carpets, heavy wooden armchairs. The solid wooden desk had one of those engraved nameplates on it - "Prof. Alexander Sutter" - and looked like it required a crane to lift. Alice stood by the door, more than a little nervous, reading the titles of shelves on the books just to have something to do.
"Please, have a seat," said the professor, gesturing to the throne-like padded chair in front of his desk. Alice hesitated, fiddling with her backpack, trying to think of something to say to speed this up.
"Or are you worried about leaving stains on the cushion?"
Alice blinked slowly, trying to process the question. She couldn't believe what she had just heard.
"I really don't mind - I insist you have a seat."
Utterly horrified, Alice sank uncomprehendingly into the chair, clutching her bag on her lap and mouthing wordlessly like a fish out of water.
"Now, seeing as you're clearly aware of what I'm referring to, I'll skip the formalities. Your behaviour today was entirely inappropriate. Showing up to class with your breasts on display like that, nipples poking through that tissue-thin thing you call a shirt...utterly depraved. And that's not even mentioning how you teased and played with your nipples afterwards. Worst of all, I'm sure you'll agree, was you putting your wet, bare pussy on display as you fingered it like some common animal with no self control. Normally I would report something like this immediately, but since you are obviously an exceptionally bad case, I'm going to first discipline you as I see fit. Then, if I deem your punishment satisfactory and your reformation genuine, perhaps I will give you a second chance. Sluts like you need to be helped, and I will try my best to teach you how to behave yourself. In order to do that effectively you must obey my every command without hesitation, answer every question fully and honestly, and accept that naughty little girls like you need and want to be punished. Understand?"
Humiliated, her mind reeling, and her cunt inexplicably even wetter than before, Alice found herself nodding before she even fully understood what she had agreed to. The things he had said! It wasn't her fault her underclothes had been stolen, it wasn't fair to accuse her like that!
"Answer in sentences, please! You are not a mute. And you will address me as 'sir' or 'professor' as is appropriate."
Swallowing hard past the lump in her throat, Alice managed a faint "Yes, sir".
"Very good. Now, spread your legs and put them over either arm of the chair so I can see just how wet you are."
