A Professor's Downfall (, masturbation, short)

Lilly didn't want to open her eyes. If she did, she'd have to acknowledge what she was doing. She'd have to admit to the soaking wetness dripping down her thighs.

She was masturbating.

Masturbating for her students!

A tortured whimper escaped her throat as a tremble of pleasure grounded itself in the base of her spine. Her own wetness coated her fingers and the cool air of the classroom kissed her naked body in a cruel parody of an embrace. Blushing, she spread her legs wider.

I should stop, I could get fired for this! God, I need this job! If they find out, I'm so fucked!

But she couldn't stop. No matter that her world was crumbling around her. No matter that she was swamped in horror, humiliation and burning, shameful arousal. No matter how her pussy ached and spasmed and fluttered at the gentle touch of her own fingers.

She just wasn't allowed.

I'm standing on a desk touching myself in front of my university class, the thought was tinged with shame. And I'm not even allowed to say no.

She couldn't see her students, but she heard them. Whispering, muttering, watching her in awe. Watching their teacher debase herself for them! Watching her fumbling fingers stroke and twist and explore the soaking folds of her pussy. She wondered if the phones were out yet.

"Can you believe she's doing this?"

"What a slut!"

"God, I want to bend her over right now."

"We all do, but let's not ruin a good thing. Keep it at this. For now."

How many of them had their cocks out? How many were stroking themselves to her right now? She wanted to open her eyes, but every spasm of pleasure, every little lance of shame, every trembling motion of her body just made her press them closed all the tighter.

She didn't want to see what she was doing or the row of eager faces staring right back at her. She just wanted to sink into the earth and be forgotten! For all this to end.

Except…

That was a lie, wasn't it? She never wanted this to end. Wasn't this what she'd always wanted and craved? God, she was such a whore, standing on a desk and masturbating in front of the whole class! In front of her class!

It wasn't her fault! Really, it wasn't! They'd been edging her all year! Tormenting her! Crushing her barrier and eroding her shame! Was she even the same person as that prim, proper professor who'd first introduced herself to them?

"She's gonna cum," Alex laughed. "She's gonna cum all over the desk."

Lilly bit her lower lips. Another spasm passed through her and she churned. The world narrowed to the phantom feeling of her fingers. Eager, fast, ****. Her clit throbbed and her legs turned to jelly.

"Look at her hips rocking," Alex's voice sounded again. She could just imagine him leaning forward, that stupid, eager grin on his face. "Like she's trying to fuck an invisible cock. I bet this is the exact face she makes when she rides her favourite dildo."

"Shut up, man. You don't know she has one of those."

"She's a chick. Of course she does. I bet she's fantasising about it right now, eh Teach? Bet you're just wishing you had your favourite toy to fuck your brains out for us."

She was and she hated it. Her body rocked, twisted and spasmed. Despite the frustration and shame, her fingers were eager. Her clit was sensitive. She rubbed herself faster and faster, her cries becoming a constant refrain. Even with her eyes closed, she could read the room. She could sense the eagerness, the joy, the enjoyment that suffused her class.

She'd reduced herself to a toy just to please them in the hopes that they'd let her keep her job after all they'd recorded and they loved it.

Oh fuck.

Oh fuck!

Her squeaking cries devolved into strangled moans and her fingers pressed against her soaking mound, forcing aside her labia with a frantic motion. Her clit was thundering. Her core felt so empty. She couldn't hold back anymore and she slipped one of her fingers inside herself. She felt her inner walls clench.

She didn't care about shame anymore. They'd already recorded her crawling on the floor and stripping for them. She just wanted to cum! Her body shook, her fingers pistoned. Ecstasy crackled through her mind like a living, searing thing.

She was so close now! Her body crackled! Her nerves were singing! Her very being was alive with pleasure, the grinding, pumping motion of her fingers made her pussy clench and her legs shake. Her back arched, her mouth opened.

Oh, oh, oh-

"Stop!"

That command slammed through her like a blow. List a fist to the gut. Following it, there was a sense of dread and awful denial. She didn't want to stop! She was so close! She'd almost got it! She'd almost made it!

"If you don't stop, those pictures go live."

Fuck!

Fingers dripping with her own wetness, Lilly dragged her hands away from her pussy. It ached and twisted, screaming for more. More, more, more! She'd been so close that she just wanted to cry. She wanted to break down and sob, beg for permission to finish.

"Please," her voice was like ragged silk, weighed down by the desperation she was feeling.

"Please what?" Alex leaned back in his chair, propping his feet carelessly against his wooden desk. That stupid grin was on his face again. The one he wore when he had her absolutely in her power. "You're gonna have to be more specific. Do you mean ''Please can I finger myself like an absolute slut for the class? Please can I cum my brains out in front of all my precious, innocent little students?'' Is that what you're asking?"

"Yes!" Her body shook. Her legs trembled. Her pussy ached with a deep, narrow emptiness. She wanted to touch herself so much. She wanted to rub herself, to ride her own fingers. To cum and cum and cum and never stop!

"Please, Alex! I don't care what you do to me! I don't care how I have to earn it! Please just let me cum! Please let me be a whore for you all!"

"No."

That word. Like a slap to the face. Lilly boggled. For a few seconds, she couldn't even comprehend it.

"N-no?"

"No."

"Why not? You told me you wanted this ever since you came to my class! You told me your fantasy was to watch me cum!"

"It was," Alex leaned forward now, his chair creaking as his position shifted. "But you know what? Hot as that is, the idea of you ****, wet, dripping and begging is so much fucking hotter. So go on, keep mewling. Beg for me and maybe I'll let you cum. Eventually."