Punished For Teasing 1

I'd always been a tease and college allowed me more freedom to do so, especially living in the dorms. Although it did drive my friends a little crazy, mainly because I think they were jealous. Jealous at the attention I got, but mainly of the fact that they wished they were brave enough to be like me. To expose a little and tease more to be offered. I enjoyed acting out my own little scenes, daring people to look or even be bold and touch me. Perhaps to take control and strip me bare, turning me from a tease into a titillating little slut, exposing herself completely.

When we'd go out to the bars on Friday night, I would wear only my heels and a thin dress. My excited nipples and large breasts clearly visible as the tight fabric stretched across them, leaving little to the imagination. I had to be careful sitting or dancing. The hem of those scandalous little rags tended to rise up especially as I shook my ass on the dance floor. Since I never wore anything underneath, too far up and my charms would be fully exposed.

I almost dared people to look, dancing with my friends, bending over with my legs spread, my only clothing barely keeping me covered. The attention I got, from guys and girls alike, was intoxicating. I loved hopping up on the high stools by the bar, turning to face the room and crossing my legs slowly. I doubt anyone could see anything interesting in the dimness of the bar, but I fantasized about hopping up on the bar, lifting my dress to my waist, and spreading my legs obscenely. Letting anyone and everyone have a look and a taste of my little treasure.

We'd have dorm meetings and I'd slip on my threadbare robe. The one washed so often that you could easily make out the color of my nipples through it. You would have even been able to see the color of the hair between my legs, if I had any. It was scandalously short, barely covering my ass from behind. The belt struggled to keep it closed and my modesty intact. I would march down the hall, basking in all the eyes on me. Almost wishing someone would give the belt a firm tug, letting it spill open and reveal my inflamed body to everyone.

I would sit on one of the couches in the common room, pretending to pay attention to the RA, all while letting my legs drift slowly apart. Watching out of the corner of my eye to see who was trying to sneak a peek, all while I reveled in the fact that I was begging for someone to feast on my pussy, shiny with my juices as I squirmed in arousal.

I dreamed of grabbing the hem and whipping it open, splaying my legs wide and letting my fingers sate the desire growing between them. How much it would excite me to perform for all of them, letting them see what they'd only imagined. Revealing my most secret areas and acts. I touched myself to this fantasy many nights.

So turned on one day I let my better judgment slide. I had recently purchased a little nightie. It was purple, lacy, and practically see through. We had a classroom in the basement of the dorm and one of my classes met there. One morning, after my shower where I edged myself mercilessly and shaved myself clean I slipped it on and exited my dorm room. I left my underwear inside, my only other possession being my backpack. My bare feet slapped on the cool floor as I descended the stairs, wishing someone would be walking up and get a nice view up the hem. Sadly it was not meant to be and I arrived unmolested at my class.

I sat in the front row so all my classmates could ogle me. But also so I could tease the young professor who taught the class. I diligently took notes, paying rapt attention to his lecture. All while my ankles were hooked around the legs of my chair, my legs spread open for him. I didn't look down but I knew I must be putting on quite a show. Partly because I could feel the surface of the chair beneath my bare bottom, meaning my hem must have slid up considerably. Partly because he could barely keep himself composed, sneaking constant peeks at my little kitty offered up for his enjoyment.

After class ended I continued to pretend I was oblivious, standing up, then bending over to grab my little bookbag before chatting briefly with some of my classmates. All without pulling the hem back down. Based on how they could barely maintain eye contact, I knew I must really be exposed. I could feel the air of the AC caressing my slick folds as I did everything I could to not just rip off my tiny nightie, drop to the ground, spread my legs, and get myself off for everyone to watch.

Finally I was able to excuse myself and I practically sprinted back to my room. Slipping inside, I panted and looked at myself in the mirror. Even I was scandalized by what I saw. My hair was disheveled, my nightie was up around my waist, and my kitty was out in the open and screaming for attention. How many people had seen me expose myself? I didn't notice that I hadn't locked the door. I didn't care that my window was wide open, so anyone could watch or hear me as I ripped my only piece of clothing off and tossed it aside.

I splayed out on my bed, spreading my legs, and pulling my favorite vibrator from my nightstand. I closed my eyes, lost in a haze of pleasure as I pressed it against my needy snatch, lifting it up off the bed to hump against my toy wildly. My free hand went to my chest, pinching my nipples, further escalating my arousal. I must have been quite loud because obviously my friends heard and decided to investigate.

Unbeknownst to me they had pushed my door open and were watching me debase myself, their phones up to record the show to be shared far and wide, beyond my control. But I guess they decided I needed more than that. My eyes opened as suddenly I felt hands grab my arms, dragging me out of my haze - and out of my room. I stumbled, disorientated as they guided me outside to the field in the middle of the dorms, in full view of hundreds or maybe thousands of my fellow students.

I should have screamed or been embarrassed. I could have wrenched my hands away and covered myself. But they knew this is what I really wanted but wasn't quite brave enough to do, so they were helping me to live out my ultimate fantasy. My friends spread out my limbs, leaving nothing to the imagination. One of my guy friends, a cute little nerd that had always been shy so I'd teased him on many occasions, letting him have long, tantalizing looks at exposed parts of me, kneeled between my legs. He had quite the view now as I was staked out, completely naked and in heat. He looked up at me for permission, holding up my vibrator still shiny with my juices.

I bit my lip, looking around me at all the eyes and lenses focused on my debauchery. Nothing would be left to the imagination if I consented to this. I would have no secrets. But maybe there was a freedom in that. If they all stood by and watched me debase myself before them, they were also consenting to letting me indulge in my depravity. I wouldn't have to tease or hide anymore. I was basically being given implicit permission to satisfy myself freely, openly, wantonly - anyplace or time I desired. Freeing me from any inhibitions I had left.

I turned back to that little nerd, knowing that later on I would have to return the great favor he was about to give me. Thoughts of dropping to my knees and worshiping his cock in the middle of the common room spurred my arousal even higher. Or giving him permission to bend me over one of the couches and take me from behind. The confidence he'd get as the rest of the women in the dorm watched the pleasure he could and was about to reward me with. I was going to make him a desired commodity among the unattached females of the building.

But right now he was going to give me something. I nodded my consent to him, then my eyes rolled back in my head as he pressed my wonderful little toy against my hungry slit. My body vibrated as waves of bliss rolled over me. The two friends holding my arms surprised me as their mouths descended and took my aching nipples inside them. They suckled hungrily on me, driving me nearly mad with excitement. I forced my eyes open so I could see all the eyes gazing upon me. I feared I would be met with judgment. Instead I saw kindness, love, and thrill. I wondered how many of those women watching me would love to trade places, being exposed and fondled for a large and welcoming audience.

My hips again lifted off the ground, trying to press harder against my toy, begging for more friction against my aching clit. My toes curled into the soft ground, my back arched, and as my voice keened out over the common. My moans increased in volume before finally I stiffened, then shuddered as the waves of pleasure washed over me and spots appeared before my eyes. I wailed as I came, my three helpers continuing to stimulate me through my aftershocks before I finally collapsed to the ground panting, overstimulated and lost.

In a daze, I was helped to my feet a few minutes later, aware of cheers and encouragement from all around me. My thighs rubbed together, already aching for more as I was again able to focus on the fact that I was bare naked in front of hundreds of my fellow students, disheveled, and covered in my own juices having just debased myself before them. My clothes were still up in my room, so I couldn't even reclaim my modesty until I made the walk back up there.

But looking around me I didn't feel the need to feel shame or modesty. Several couples, obviously turned on by the show, were making out and groping, starting their own spectacles. The two friends who had just been suckling on my nipples gave me passionate kisses and told me how hot what I just did was and what I was going to do next. I teased them that maybe I could help them out. Perhaps I could lead them over to one of the benches, strip them down, then kneel between their legs and lick them until they showed everyone what their orgasm face looked like. They blushed, biting their lips, and declined - for now.

I turned to the man of the hour, my little nerd friend who was blushing himself and holding my toy out for me. I asked him why he was blushing, since I was the one stark naked and who just came for everyone to watch. He mentioned he'd never done anything like that before, or much of anything really.

I promised him that was all about to change for the gift he gave me. I laid out my earlier fantasies of making him a star in the common room so that his social calendar, and bed, were filled for the rest of the semester. Somehow his blush increased further and he declined. But he finally relented when I insisted on taking him back to my room and giving him the best blowjob he's ever had. His eyes widened, but he nodded as several of our dorm mates giggled at his shyness. I promised them I'd build up his confidence so he could help them out like he helped me. They blushed, but batted their eyes at him and said they were looking forward to it.

A few minutes later I had him nude and sitting on my bed, as promised on my knees and ready to worship the tool standing proudly before me as I looked up into his eyes. I told him that we would definitely have to make him more comfortable sharing it with others, as it was one of the largest and most enticing cocks I'd ever seen. As I took it in my mouth, I realized it was also one of the tastiest. I purred in contentment, my mouth vibrating his excited organ.

I didn't waste time as I knew he must already be overstimulated from rubbing me to orgasm. So I just looked up at him adoringly, maintaining eye contact as I bobbed deeply on his wonderful tool, until he finally filled my mouth with his seed. Savoring it, I slowly began to rub and lick him until he was fully engorged again. Maybe it was his confidence or just the haze of arousal, but he let me lead him out of my room by that delightful rod, both of us still completely naked. Sadly he was too turned on to notice the admiring gazes he got as I led him down a floor and knocked on the door of the girls we'd teased earlier.

Their eyes were wide as they opened the door to the sight of that shy little nerd standing nude before them sporting a powerful erection. But based on the wet spots that quickly appeared on their panties and the points their nipples were making in the little tops they wore I knew they were interested. I guided him inside and left them to their fun. As I promised, he became much more popular after that and I often saw him entering various young ladies rooms or playing in the common room. I was even finally able to convince him one time to bend me over and fuck me roughly while everyone tried to figure out whether to pay attention to my cries of pleasure and nubile naked body or the college football game on the TV.

But that was later. In that moment I strolled confidently down the hall, unashamed in only my skin, hair disheveled and thighs slick with my juices as I tried to figure out what my next adventure would be. I was free from shame and inhibitions, the only thing holding me back was my imagination and a willing partner - or two. As I walked by the door of my two friends who I'd offered to eat out on the bench and heard the soft cries coming from inside I smiled impishly and wondered if maybe they'd also forgotten to lock their door and I should drag them out to break them free from their inhibitions as well.

But that is a story for another time perhaps.

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