A School Rule Bites Her Ass

For a good while she walked like this towards school. She continued to attract attention from the boys that noticed her, and she still did the proper thing by winking and blowing kisses, always keeping a smile. As she walked in the proper way, her ass was made so pronounced by the stripper-platform heels that half of her cheeks were exposed to the world behind her. Not only that, but also her pussy being tightly hugged by her moist G-string that continued to be even moister.

Of course, just simple lecherous stares wasn't the only thing she received. There was some scornful, or jealous, or even interested looks from some of the lady folks. Those made her more embarrassed, as if this whole thing wasn't embarrassing enough, but those looks made her pussy quiver and her pink, lace G-string even wetter.

To make matters even worse, she heard some whistles, catcalls, and all sorts of other comments from some men who were...more appreciative, of her uniform. She at first felt disgusted but then her com-imp reprimanded her by reminding her of those infamous etiquette classes. A proper lady, once being vocally complimented by a man, she were to look in their direction and either spank her ass or grope her own tit, winking at them as they pass.

Not wanting to be impolite and unladylike, she did exactly that. Her luscious flesh jiggled and her clothes started to react well to her antics. It certainly didn't help her panties any, and her nipples started to poke through her top. It was fine the first few times, but by the time it was reaching way over a dozen, light moans started to escape her plump, cock-sucking lips from the stimulation.

Then came a dreaded moment she was hoping to not face. A red light for pedestrian crossing. She was going to have to stand there and wait until she could walk again. Keeping to the proper ladylike attitude, she kept her hands where they were at but also did the things she needed to do while waiting. She cocked her hip to a side that really thrusted her ass (and moist panties) out into the open, leaning over just slightly. And she gave the proper attention to reciprocate the men appreciating her.

And then it happened...

She was still waiting for the light to change, pretty much tunnel visioning on it. If anyone called her out, she we would wink or blow a kiss at them, but that was the most she did. But what happened now was something she couldn't ignore. Namely, there was a hand on her ass...

Her eyes shot wide and she was about to put her platform heels to good use to kick the creep that thought he could **** her. But, those pesky etiquette classes kicked in again. Man, why was she going to these things? They all involved so many weird things she would have never considered, but had distinct memories of doing these things all the time.

A proper lady, when having a man's hand on any part of her body, will not fight back. Instead, she would go out of her way to shake, wiggle, or press that body part into the offending hand. And remember, always to smile.

And she did do exactly that. Biting her lip, she **** a smile as she **** her ass into that hand, signaling for it to start groping her. Two of its fingers could even feel the moistness of her panties...the man was rather large.

A gruff, deep voice rang in her ears, "Hey there, slut...think you got some spare time to spend with me? You look like you can use some fun and I got exactly what you need."

Slut!? She knew she was dressed too slutty, but this was what she wore everyday! Those etiquette classes kicked in on her com-imp to remind her that being called a "slut" or a "whore", or any other variants was a compliment. That didn't sound right, but she remembered seeing some women blush and swoon in public and on TV when called these things. So she accepted it, but the proposition...she knew what that was about.

She was absolutely disgusted and was going to slap him and berate him for doing so. Never mind that he was a pretty big, buff guy with dark skin, that was just unacceptable! But right when she was about to do so, she had a memory trigger that reminded her of something about situations like this.

It was during orientation at her high school. It happened years ago, but thanks to her com-imp it was like it was yesterday. The principle was on stage talking to all the students that was looking on.

"Greetings students, new and old. To keep up the tradition of our school, I must retell of our school's student-public relations policy. All girls, upon reaching the age of 18, must do whatever they can to represent our school's mission to promoting a healthy and friendly environment. Should any man walk up to you while you are in your official uniform and ask to have sexual relations with you, then you must do so! This is all to keep a good, positive light on our prestigious school and keep our students properly integrated into society! The only thing is, is that on hand birth control is forbidden!"

That definitely does not seem right. Something was off about that. But she didn't want to get a reprimand for not obeying school policy. That particular one, she remembered, involved consequences that could go up to fines, suspension, expulsion, and who knows what else.

So she **** a smile and looked up to him, "S-sure thing, stud! Lead the way and we'll have loads of fun." Did she really just call him stud!? She wasn't allowed to think much on it as the man tightened his grip on her ass and began to lead her away from the direction towards her school. Hopefully it wouldn't take long...