Valerie Labelle opened the door of "slut class" with butterflies in her stomach, as usual. You never knew quite what to expect Nikki Love, the professor of Gender Studies 107, to come up with next.
The classroom looked completely different. On the left wall there were four anatomically realistic dildos, about three feet off the ground. On the right wall, which was really a divider as the room had once been part of a large lecture hall, there were four holes at roughly the same height. In front of each hole and each wall-mounted dildo was a welcome mat.
As usual, Nikki had dressed outlandishly. The latex catsuit she wore covered much more skin than usual, even though she had it unzipped to her navel. On the desk next to her was a laptop, some papers, a riding crop, another purple dildo, some leather straps, and the glasses she sometimes wore but apparently didn't need. Valerie was aware of Nikki's eyes on her as she walked in.
Provocative dress was required in GS 107, and for some girls that meant deciding whether to wear a low cut top or a short skirt or simply something tight without a bra. Valerie had never been a small girl, although she wasn't tall. She was "overweight," her doctor would tell her, but her weight was well distributed. It didn't all go to her ass, or her stomach. Her large breasts would be sore if she walked around campus unsupported, so braless was out. Provocative for Valerie meant cleavage and lots of it, and today she managed that with a stretchy red top, unbuttoned to just below the bra line. At most angles you couldn't see the bra, just generous mounds of creamy flesh.
Valerie had always thought of herself as plain before meeting Dr. Love. She knew her tits were large, because she had eyes and could see. If that hadn't been enough, the girls in gym class had teased her about it, and she'd always found them embarrassing. It was slowly dawning on her that the girls in High School had been jealous.
Valerie hadn't been one of the girls who agreed to have topless pictures shown on the big screen in front of the student union, however. She was a bit too self-conscious for that, although she admired the girls who went for it. If that meant she got a B, that was the way it was going to have to go. She sat down in a chair, looking nervously between the two sides of the room. Dildos, and glory holes. Were there men on the other side? Presumably. Valerie took a deep breath and waited.
At last, Nikki crossed the room and locked the door behind Jeni, a leggy brunette who had been the last person in. She walked back up to the front of class, and wrote on the board, all eyes on either her chalk or her very shiny latex covered ass.
"Giving slutty blowjobs," she wrote, and then turned back.
"How many of you have given a blowjob before?" she asked.
Everyone raised their hands, even Abby. Valerie was not the only person who looked to see if Abby would raise her hand, presuming she wouldn't.
"You go, girl," Stella said, drawing even more attention to the bashful girl.
"How many of you have given a blowjob recently?"
Valerie kept her hand down this time, Abby did not. Valerie suspected as much. It had probably been Abby's first time. She had confessed that she was a virgin on the first day, but Valerie suspected Abby's sexual inexperience went deeper than that.
"Define recently?" asked Stella.
"In the past two weeks."
One hand went down, but Stella's hand went up. "I thought you meant in the last couple hours, or something."
Nikki talked over the ensuing laughter. "Well, we're going to get some practice today. I've recruited a few boys from the school, and they're inside those booths. If you prefer, you can use one of our fine purple plastic friends on the wall there, and I have a strap on if you want to experiment with a female partner. What makes a good blowjob?"
Several hands shot up. "Rachida?"
"The way you swirl your tongue on the underside."
"Yes, a lot of guys like that. Stella?"
"Deep throating."
"Definitely spectacular. Most guys love it, but they also report that the sensation isn't the reason. Even on men, the biggest sex organ is the brain, not the cock, so a good blowjob massages the brain. Which is part of why blowjobs on strap-ons are still hot, despite the lack of nerves. Jeni?"
"Swallowing."
"Think about the alternatives. If you don't swallow, you have to spit it out, and spitting indicates disgust in our culture. So yes, assuming we're talking a bio-cock and an orgasm, swallowing. Anyone else? Flora?"
"Affection."
Nikki smiled. "Yeah. If you want to give a good blowjob, it helps to really want to make the person you are blowing happy, to give them pleasure. Anyone else?"
Silence.
"Suppose for a moment that you are giving a blowjob to someone who is wearing a strap on, or one of our dildos on the wall. That means that things like swallowing aren't on the table. So how do you give a hot blowjob then?"
Valerie smiled and raised her hand. She had no interest in giving blowjobs to women, but she thought she got where Nikki was going. "Make it look good."
Nikki nodded. "Exactly? And how would you do that, Valerie?"
"I'd um, exaggerate my movements. Try to take as much in as possible. Maybe make a point of gagging on it."
"Good, good. How would you want to dress for a good, hot-looking blow job?"
"Naked? Or sexy lingerie."
"Either is good. Topless is usually as good as naked here, since the view of the rest of you is often blocked. How about posture?"
Karen, a perky blonde who never seemed to wear a bra, raised her hand.
"Karen?"
"Kneeling."
"Why kneeling?"
"Because it, um, shows submission?"
"Sure. And that's a turn on for many people. If that's not the dynamic you're going for, crouching is awesome." Nikki lowered herself into a squat. "It shows off your muscles, although it takes some exercise to maintain this pose. Even without submission, a lot of the things we've talked about point to the fact that partners often want to know that you're working for it—that they are worth working for. If you can pull this off, trust me, the person you are blowing will be impressed. Another question—hands, or no hands?" Nikki chuckled. "A show of hands for those who prefer hands."
Half the class raised theirs.
"It's easier to get someone off with hands. A recent poll showed that most receivers of blowjobs think they are hotter if the giver only uses their mouth. So, try no hands. But you can use your hands dramatically, too, and some men can't get off without the extra friction—and that's not the sort of thing they want to tell pollsters. If you're well-endowed you can easily mix in tit fucking. Also, one alternative to swallowing is to let your partner cum on your body, which means finishing with your hands. That avoids the problem spitting has if you don't like the taste. But it's a taste worth acquiring for any good slut. Any other observations?"
The class was quiet. Clearly, Nikki knew her blowjobs. Which wasn't surprising, as there were at least thirty clips of their teacher giving head online. Valerie knew most of the other students had also watched some of their teacher's porn videos, and she had vivid images of Nikki performing most of the moves she'd talked about.
"Okay, girls, tops off, because we want to imagine we're providing a good view."
All the girls took their tops off. After last class, it wasn't even something to pause about.
"Let's get to it. We're going to have to take turns, as there are twenty of you and only eight stations. You can choose whether to go for the dildos or the bio-cocks in the glory holes. Let's go reverse alphabetically this time, so our first cohort will be Veronica, Valerie, Theresa, Stella..."
Shit. Which way do I go?
She hesitated, which meant all the dildos were taken. Stella had gone for a glory hole, but most of the other girls had chosen purple plastic.
"Valerie, if you really don't want to, you can wait and we can let someone else go. Or if you want to partner with someone and practice on the strap-on?" Nikki dangled the leather straps and dildo from her hand, looking around questioningly.
Valerie shook her head. "Nope. Just couldn't decide which way to go," she said, and headed toward the last remaining glory hole, positioning herself between Stella and Veronica. She knelt, thinking that would be much more comfortable than crouching, which Stella was doing. She was thankful for the welcome mat.
A half-hard cock thrust through the hole. Apparently imagining what was going to happen was enough to get whoever it was at least partly aroused. Valerie wrapped her hand around it. She couldn't believe she was about to suck a stranger's cock. He wouldn't know who was doing it, but word would get out about what happened today. No one would know who sucked plastic or the real thing, though.
She took the cock into her mouth, letting go of it. It started growing almost immediately. She slid her lips along it and swirled her tongue against the underside. In less than a minute it was rock hard, and long enough to tickle the back of her throat.
Of course the boys might recognize them by their voices. Nikki, she realized, had called her by name, just before she had knelt down. The boy probably knew who it was. If they didn't know her, they knew it was someone named Valerie. And she had no idea whose cock it was.
"Remember to imagine your partner can see you," Nikki said to everyone. "Half naked, with their cock in your mouth. Such an erotic sight. Put on a show, for them, and for your classmates."
Valerie looked over at her. Karen was waiting to talk to her, though, distracting Nikki's attention. Like most of the girls in class, Valerie valued the teacher's approval, but she didn't have a crush on the teacher like Karen seemed to. She turned her attention to the cock in front of her, letting her imagination take her away. What if he could see her? She looked up at the imaginary boy, and when that didn't work for her, she pretended there was a camera and he could see everything she did, even though she couldn't see him. She took him in as far as she could go, until she gagged on him, and then made the most of the sounds she naturally made. She alternated that with sliding her mouth up and down his cock fast, occasionally mixing in a gentle twisting motion from her hand. Her free hand cupped one of her large breasts and lifted it. She played with the nipple. She mimed sliding her hand between her legs. She started breathing harder, as if aroused. The more she pretended to be aroused, the more she actually was.
"Oh, you're doing so good." Nikki had crouched next to her. "This is amazing. Everyone watch Valerie."
Her cheeks turned red, and she lost the rhythm as the girls crowded around her. And again, the teacher had used her name. Did the boy know her? She had no way of knowing.
"Keep going," Nikki said. "Imagine it's whoever you want it to be."
Oh. Alan Connors, she supposed. He was the hottest guy in her Chemistry class, and she'd been too shy to ask him to be her lab partner. She shut out the rest of the room and focused on business. The cock in her mouth twitched. It was so hard, so big. She let it fill her mouth. Could she make it cum? She wanted to show off to everyone how skilled she was. It didn't seem fair, though, unless Dr. Love had more boys lined up. Maybe he'd be able to get hard again, but maybe he couldn't.
She heard a sound, and her eyes shot towards Nikki again. Nikki was pointing a camera at her. She'd given consent to be recorded for educational purposes, but not to have her picture shown outside of class. She supposed it was okay. The release form a lot of the girls had signed last class would mean Nikki could put pictures of them doing anything up on the big screen for everyone in school to see.
