The "Sharon Stone"

Dress Code: Strappy high heels. Short grey skirt. No underwear! No shirt, but paperclips on nipples. Be sure to 'Sharon Stone' us!

'What the fuck,' she thought when she read the line about paperclips. 'Well, they certainly are creative.'

Talk: Berate the guys but also tell them you need them to visit the glory hole.

Luisa just sighed to herself. 'It's just some role-play,' she thought.

The glory hole was unusually busy the next Thursday. As soon as Luisa arrived at work, she could tell it was going to be a busy session. She walked through the front door of the building and saw there were already a couple of men waiting in line. She dropped her purse in her office, then went through the ladies' room to enter the booth.

She stripped and flipped the switch, and the first man was in the booth within seconds. He was a student, she thought, because he said, "Suck my cock, Prof". She didn't reply, but instead just started in. He came quickly. "Thank you," she said when he was done, but he said, "Put it back in your mouth. I want to piss."

'Oh no,' she thought. She felt a sudden panic sweep through her. She'd been hoping to avoid this indefinitely. She realized rationally it had to happen eventually, but the fact that it hadn't happened yet had lulled her.

"Please go slow," she said. "This is my first time." She reluctantly moved her face back to the hole and took the now-flaccid cock into her mouth. She held it between her lips, with the head resting just behind her teeth.

"I know," he said. "I heard you in class and I wanted to be the first. Professor Piss-drinker!" Here he let out a small squirt of urine. The taste was disgusting, salty and bitter, and it filled her mouth. She gagged a little and momentarily panicked some more, unable to swallow. He let out some more urine and her mouth overflowed, some spilling out between her lips and down onto her chest.

"What the fuck?! You're supposed to drink it, Professor Urinal!" he exclaimed.

She gulped hard and then mumbled "I'm sorry," around his cock. He pissed harder, verbally degrading her all the while, and Luisa struggled to keep up.

The next man entered immediately after the first man left. "Hi, can I suck your cock?" Luisa welcomed him.

"I'd also like to piss," he replied. "A few of us in class got together and agreed to, umm, all try it out today. After what you said."

Luisa sighed. His cock -- 'a nice one!' she thought -- came through the hole. It was large even when limp. She slid it into her mouth.

"Take it a little deeper," he suggested softly. "It's easier that way."

Luisa followed his advice and slid his cock deeper into her mouth. The first spurt of piss hit her throat, and she reflexively swallowed. He was right, this was easier. The flow of urine sped up, and Luisa found she had little trouble keeping up by just gulping constantly and sending the piss down her throat.

Luisa arrived in the classroom early, once again, and found that someone had been there before her. A high chair with a low back had been placed at the front of class. A small note was on the seat -- "Sit here today!". She understood. If she sat there, her pussy would be clearly visible to the back of the class.

Luisa took off her shirt, bra, and panties. She'd worn the high heels and the skirt to work, even though the heels were too dressy for campus, and the skirt was cut dangerously short, to the point where she felt like anyone she passed could easily see her ass. She hadn't felt like changing, and she found that, lately, she didn't mind dressing a little more sexily.

Next she took a couple of paperclips from her hair. She pulled on one nipple and sort of squeezed it into the paperclip. It didn't hurt, but did make her notice her breasts a bit more. 'And it's demeaning,' she thought. She did the same with the other nipple. 'They look like little propellers now.'

Luisa sat in the high chair with her legs crossed demurely. Now she was ready for class.

The students filed in, and Luisa could see several of them stare openly at her tits. She stood tall and let her tits jut out. 'Let them stare,' she thought.

"Welcome back," she said. She put on a stern expression. "Before we start, I wanted to say, I'm rather disappointed. I counted just eight visitors at the glory hole this morning -- " here she jabbed the air with her finger " -- and that means some of you aren't visiting."

She paused. "I understand if you are gay or something, but otherwise, you really owe it to yourself to come. I'm a fantastic cock-sucker and you should all be aware of that!" Her voice rose at the end.

She couldn't tell if she was overdoing it, but the instructions seemed contradictory to her anyway.

She softened her voice. "The thing is, I'd really like you to visit. I enjoy my time in the glory hole. Honestly, I need it." Here she took a deep breath, uncrossed her legs, and hooked her feet around the legs of the chair. She could hear a slight twitter in class as her bare pussy was fully exposed.

Justine had her hand up. "Yes, Justine?"

"I watched the video before class today? And it looks like you drank urine?"

"Yes I did. It was my first time, and I'd especially like to thank the gentlemen in class, whoever they are, for making it so easy for me." Luisa was lying her ass off here, she had hated that first guy, but she didn't want to give him the satisfaction of knowing.

"Yes Marcia?"

"Excuse me Professor, but one of your paperclips fell off."

Luisa looked down, and sure enough, the paperclip had fallen off her left nipple. She saw on the floor, and in a moment of inspiration turned so her back was to the class, then bent over at the waist and picked it up. "Oopsies!" she said as she did so.

Her short skirt rode up over her ass, and the entire class got a good look, not just at her ass, but her cunt and even her asshole as her legs spread a bit.

She stood and Marcia, with a small smirk on her face said, "You have a beautiful asshole, Professor."

Luisa blushed, but remembered to pretend that nothing unusual was happening in class. "Thank you, Marcia, that's so kind," she said as she fastened the paperclip back onto her nipple.

She sat down and spread her legs slightly again. "Now, who can tell me about the differing policy proposals of second- and third-wave feminism in England?"