See-through Shirt Again

Dress Code: Please wear the 'Sharon Stone' skirt with the same shirt as last week, but 'piss slut' on your breasts and a gloryhole scoreboard for the term on your back.

Talk: Try to get the guys to even out the score. Use a husky, slutty voice!

This time, Sarah spoke first. "Is this about the voice?" she asked as soon as Luisa entered her office. She noticed that Luisa was wearing a low-cut sun dress and high heels today. Luisa had found she didn't mind the stares as much, so she had started dressing more sexily on a daily basis, not just on Thursdays.

Luisa smiled at her. "Actually, no!" she said happily. "That part I get -- I've taken the role-play part to heart. What I wanted to know is, what the heck is the scorecard?"

"I don't know," said Sarah. "I'll email the class and get an answer. Come back before your class on Thursday and I'll let you know."

Thursday morning's session was the same as the last few: a line formed before she arrived. She noticed a few of her students standing there as she hurried by. 'They'll be back again this afternoon for more,' she thought.

The verbally degrading guy returned. He pissed in her mouth, telling her, "You're a fucking toilet slut. I wish I could shove my cock up your whore ass!"

However, he was the only man who chose to piss in her mouth. 'The novelty must have worn off,' she thought. She found she didn't mind the piss any more at all. It didn't taste good, of course, but it didn't disgust her any more. In fact, this time she again imagined what she looked like as she drank... kneeling naked; her lips wrapped around his cock, heavy in her mouth; piss coming out of it and down her throat into her stomach. She imagined that the wall vanished and she was there, drinking his urine, looking up at him without a barrier... the idea got her hot and she rubbed her pussy while she drank.

After the morning glory hole session, she had some unscheduled time before her class, so she did some grading and reviewed a paper for a journal she edited.

Then she headed down the hall to Sarah's office. She knocked and Sarah asked her in. Luisa was already wearing her clothes for class -- barefoot, with a short skirt and her see-through top. She had brought a marker. "Can you do the honors?" she asked. "Also, did you find out about the scorecard?"

Sarah took the marker, and Luisa took off her shirt. Then Sarah carefully wrote "PISS SLUT" across Luisa's chest. As she did, she explained, "The scorecard is just what you did in the gloryhole this term. I had Angela look through your videos and make the stats. Turn around."

Luisa turned around and put her hands flat on Sarah's desk, to make it easier for Sarah to write on her back. Then Sarah said, "By the way, how many men were there this morning? And how many pissed?"

"Eleven men, one pisser," said Luisa.

Sarah then wrote "CUM: 56", then crossed out the 56 and wrote 67; then wrote "PISS: 9", then crossed out the 9 and wrote "10".

"There," she said. "They asked for it to be updated based on today." Luisa of course couldn't see, so Sarah told her what she did.

Luisa walked down the hall to the classroom. She didn't see anyone in the hall, but, she reflected, she didn't mind if she did. She wasn't doing anything different from the other women -- just advertising it a little on her body. A harmless bit of role-play.

When she got to class, a couple students -- Jon and Carla -- were already there. 'They must be a couple,' thought Luisa, 'because who else would sit next to each other in an empty classroom?' They both stared openly at her tits.

"Hello," said Luisa.

"Professor, I had a question about the reading," said Carla. As she opened her book to find the chapter, Luisa decided to give them a show. Carla started asking her question, and Luisa walked over to stand next to her. She pulled out the chair next to Carla, put one foot up on it, and bent over to lean on her knee and look at the book. Her short skirt immediately rode up, exposing her still-shaven pussy (Luisa decided to keep it shaved after trying it out), just a foot or two from Carla's face.

Carla gasped a little, and Luisa saw Jon lean forward in his seat to get a better view. She wondered if they could tell that she was getting a little wet.

She looked at the book and answered Carla's question, but Carla seemed distracted by the view she had of Luisa's pussy. She couldn't even look Luisa in the eye, as her eyes kept wandering down. Luisa smiled and decided to toy with her a bit more. She moved her hand down and idly scratched the area just between her pussy lips and her leg, near her upper thigh.

Carla bit her lip. "Professor..." she started in a weak voice.

Just then the door opened and more students entered the class. Luisa quickly put her leg down and walked to the front of the room. Whatever Carla was thinking would have to wait.

The new arrivals also gawked at her tits, but Luisa didn't mind. She walked to the corner and dragged the high chair back to the spot where it was last week. 'Give them all a view again,' she thought. For now, though, she remained standing.

Once the last student entered, she started talking. She had practiced a "husky, slutty voice" over the last week, and she used that voice now to say, "You can probably tell what's on my mind this week. I've come to appreciate all the aspects of the glory hole recently, and I wanted you all to know it." She turned around to show them her back. "I had Professor Birnbaum write the score down," she said. "And I realized... the piss score is well behind." She turned back around. "I'm hoping some of you young men will help me even out the score."

Justine, as usual, had a question. "Professor? How will they even out the score? If they get their cocks sucked?"

Luisa had already thought about this. "Well, Justine, the way it has to work is if these fine young men just stop by my office hours for a quick piss, but don't stay to cum in my mouth." She chose one male student and looked directly at him. "Like you could come by for both early if you need that, then later just a piss."

Luisa now sat in the chair, put her bare feet up on the table, and spread her legs. The whole class could see her bare pussy up her short skirt. Switching to her normal voice she said, "If there's no other questions about piss drinking, let's discuss the upcoming paper. I'd like ten pages on each of you about policy impacts of feminism in ..."

That afternoon, the glory hole at her office was busy. She sucked a steady stream of cocks while sitting at her desk, and nearly all the men took the opportunity to piss in her mouth. By 3pm she felt full and her mouth tasted of urine. She stepped out to go to the bathroom herself, and when she returned, Carla and Jon were sitting in her office. Carla was sitting upright, with a book on the desk in front of her, highlighting a passage. Jon was slouched in the chair next to her. He was drinking from a large water bottle.

Still wearing today's mandated outfit, she walked around them and sat at her desk. She flipped the switch to indicate that the glory hole was available again, and with a side eye toward the hole, she said, "How can I help you?"

Carla frowned. "Professor, I think you're supposed to use slut voice during your office hours." Jon took another sip of his water. He was tapping his foot impatiently.

Luisa was taken aback. How dare she... but, she almost immediately realized, Carla was right. She adjusted her attitude and said in her sultriest voice, "How can I help you?"

"I still don't understand the conclusion in this chapter," said Carla. "It seems unwarranted to me -- the evidence doesn't support it. Look here..."

Luisa leaned forward to look at the book. Still using her slut voice, she started talking to Carla about the chapter. Carla's observation was interesting, she thought.

Jon got up, took another swig from his water bottle, and then left the room without a word. Luisa and Carla ignored him and continued their conversation.

A moment later, Luisa heard a door open, and then a large, flaccid cock poked through the small glory hole next to her desk. Her mind raced. 'It must be Jon,' she thought.

"Excuse me," she said sluttily to Carla. "I have to take care of this."

"Don't mind me, Professor," said Carla. "I understand. And... Professor? I watch your videos and know you like to, umm, touch yourself sometimes. I think you should do that now, too."

"Oh, I don't think..." said Luisa in her normal voice, momentarily shocked out of character.

"Come on!" growled a voice from the glory hole. "Gotta piss! Can't hold it!"

"I insist, Professor," said Carla.

Normally Luisa might have argued with the young co-ed, but she was aware that the cock dangling next to her needed attention, so she gave in and slid her hand to her pussy while she took the cock in her mouth. She didn't use her hands, but instead just wrapped her lips around it and nestled it near the back of her mouth. She sealed her lips and began to slowly rub her pussy, and used her other hand to gently tweak her nipple through her see-through shirt.

The cock began pissing immediately. The piss tasted thin and watery -- not strong like a morning piss, but the piss of someone who was well-hydrated. 'I know too much about this,' Luisa thought as she swallowed.

Out of the corner of her eye she could see Carla watching her closely. The piss came out in a strong flow, and to her surprise seemed to just keep coming. She continued to rub her pussy, which had been a bit damp all day, but now was positively wet. She had to admit, it felt good, her pussy had been aching for it for hours. The thought hit her with a shock: 'I really am becoming a piss slut!'

Eventually the flow died down, with the man just emitting squirts of piss into her mouth. Once she tried to pull off, but the gruff voice said, "Not yet!" and then a couple more squirts came out into her mouth.

Finally he was done pissing, and she was about to start sucking his cock in earnest, when the cock pulled back out through the hole. She heard a zipper and then the door opening. The man had left.

Shrugging, she turned back to Carla, who was staring at her. Carla's face was a bit red and her nostrils were flared. In her sexy voice, Luisa said, "You might need to masturbate a bit yourself, hey Carla?"

Carla took a deep breath and then smiled. "Professor, you have a little urine on your lip."

"Thanks, Carla," she said, still in her slut voice. Then she made a show of licking her lips. "Did I get it?"

"Yes," Carla said in a choked voice, when the door opened. Jon walked back in, still carrying his water bottle, and sat down again.

He seemed more alert. "Where were we?" he asked. "I didn't understand that last point about..."

The three of them finished discussing the reading. They all knew Jon had just stepped out to use Luisa as nothing more than a urinal, then come back in to act as though nothing had happened. The thought made Luisa so hot that, when they left, she masturbated to orgasm while remembering the casual, impersonal way he had used her while Carla watched.