Get dressed for a slut walk.

Amy considered her options. None of them sounded any good to her, not even the sweet thought of having an orgasm and finally getting released from her horniness. Since Bradley had ordered her to not make him cum until the end of the meeting and she had failed him, Amy did not think that she deserved that orgasm and would actually get it. She also doubted Bianca would approve if Amy had had an orgasm under those circumstances and her punishment could be severe and humiliating. Best to not take any chances with her.

It was hard to push that thought out of her horny and oversexualized mind, masturbating naked in front of her English teacher, his semen still warm on her face, climaxing like a needy slut. She felt her pussy aching between her legs, longing for a release.

But what release was it really? Afterwards, she would have had to walk down the hallways all naked with cum on her face, her edge long worn off and her horniness replaced by fear and humiliation.

Amy remembered the last night when they took turns on her and how she felt after Bradley made her cum when she got fucked for the first time, the feeling of shame when her head cleared right after the orgasm and she suddenly had to face reality. She did not dare to face that again, and certainly not in front of the whole student body. If she had to face them, letting herself cover her body at least would preserve her some dignity and they might focus on her outfit and not on her face. Having to walk all naked sounded especially terrifying to her, not that the skimpy dress Bianca had made her wear was much better, but still better than nothing.

Amy decided to better get dressed, well, what goes around as dressed according to Bianca, and still feel like a slut **** to cum, aroused by the humiliation of the cum on her face for everyone on display and try to make it back to their room that way. Maybe Bianca would let her have an orgasm as reward for that after all.

"I'd like to dress, sir," Amy said.

"Fine by me," Bradley said, "though I don't think that makes much of a difference."

Amy went to the trash can to fetch her clothes and dressed quickly.

"Now get your nipples hard for me." Amy did as she was told. "Very nice. But one thing is missing..." He reached inside her shorts and easily slipped two fingers inside her. Amy couldn't help but moan. He withdrew them at once and put them in her mouth. Amy started sucking instinctively while maintaining eye contact. "Good girl," Bradly said. His fingers went back into her wet pussy. It was not meant to give her pleasure and he withdrew them again quickly. This time, he covered Amy's lips in her own pussy juice.

"That's perfect," he said, "now wait here for a second, I'll check if the coast is clear," and went for the door. Amy sighed with relief. "Don't get me wrong though," he added, "I don't care if anyone sees what a slut you are, it's just that in my position I do not exactly want people to know which sluts come and go at my office. Not even if they have such a nice cocksucking mouth like you do."

Amy couldn't help but wince a bit when she noticed him saying "sluts". She felt a sting of jeaulousy which confused her even more. Jealous that she might not be the only girl he humilates by letting her suck his dick and fucks her at will like a slut?

Bradley interrupted her thoughts as he opened the door wide.

"Dismissed," he said.

Amy started out the door, quickly walking to round the next corner and be gone from his office as soon as possible but horribly afraid of what would be around that corner. Relief flooded her body as she entered a long but empty hallway. Her heels echoed from the walls of the corridor. If it was up to her, she'd have run all the way to their room, but neither Bianca nor her shoes would have allowed that.

She startled when she heard laughter followed by footsteps ahead. Amy looked around in panic for a place where she could hide, but it was just a long corridor filled by offices without any bathroom in sight. Just when she was thinking of turning around to find another route, the group rounded the corner. The cheerful chatter died instantly as they saw Amy walking towards them. It was a group of girls, freshmen like herself by the looks and the excitement just a second before, and Amy had the feeling she actually recognized one or two girls from class before.

Amy dropped her head to hide her face, but her high heels elevated her well above the heads of the other girls so there was not much use in that.

The girls looked at Amy then at each other and started to whisper. She could have sworn to have heard her name and was sure to hear the word "slut" being passed around. One girl raised her smartphone and started filming Amy.

What a sight she must have been. Her hard nipples poking through her cut up shirt which was telling each one that this was how she rolled, heels like a street hooker and her shorts which barely revaled her bald and wet pussy. The icing on the cake of course was her cum stained face.

It would have been no different from being naked, Amy thought, except then she might have been passed as a freak out exhibitionist and not as some slut who sucked cock and didn't mind walking around with the cum still showing on her face. The first cock she truly sucked, too, and which she made cum with ease. She almost smiled as that thought crossed her mind and she could still taste him in her mouth, mixed up with her own juices.

The look on the girls' faces changed from disdain to disgust as they Amy's face. A few shook heads in disbelief, the others stared wide eyed at her. If these were indeed freshmen on her first day, they'd have quite a story to tell about how things seemed to go here and a video to share as well.

As they passed, Amy had the feeling of one of the girls smiling slightly and maybe even winking at her, but this could very well have been her imagination.

No one of them said anything to her let alone asking her if everything was alright with her.

And what good would it have been? She couldn't ask them for help knowing well that Bianca would share the videos which would ruin Amy's life forever, so even if she told those girls the truth no one would believe her afterwards. The only thing she could have told them was that she just sucked a cock which came in her face, and that's as close to the actual truth as anything else. She was glad that they did not stop to ask her. Considering how she was looking and that the news how she attended class today might already have spread on the social networks, she was not surprised about it either. Dress like a slut, be treated like a slut, she thought bitterly.

She wished she would have cleaned the cum from her face, it was more degrading than when she had to walk to class in her outfit just before, and if she had been barefoot she might at least have could put up her pace. With those heels though, she could do nothing but carefully and slowly sway to her room.

Her legs were shaking from the encounter with the girls and the rush of adrenaline when she continued to walk towards the exit and headed outside. Her feet started to hurt as she crossed the crossed the campus, taking no shortcuts this time lest she did not fall again so no one would have the idea of helping her up.

The dorm building was buzzing with activity and Amy saw people crossing from the showers to the common room and their dorm rooms back and forth.

There was no way around. The sound of her stripper heels made sure all the attention would be turned to her as she approached. Amy felt the eyes of her fellow students all over her body, her barely covered and errect nipples, her exposed ass and of course the dried cum all over her red turning face. She fought back tears when she finally entered her room to get back to Bianca.