The Professor Does

You grunt pathetically as you hump your hand in the back of your lecture hall, staring down Nicole's shirt. It's humiliating the way she points and laughs at you, but it feels too amazing to stop. You're entranced by her tits. "That's it, pervert," she says derisively, jiggling her breasts at you. Just that is enough to make you drool, your hand getting slick with precum as it slides along your shaft. "Get used to that hand, bitch. From now on, it's the only thing that's gonna be touching your cock." Her **** makes your face burn, but it's enough to send shivers through your cock, and you let out a groan loud enough to attract attention.

"Mr. O'Malley," says the professor sharply from the front of the room. She's a surprisingly young looking woman, but she's dressed severely, in a long, dark skirt, with a white blouse and a lab coat thrown over it. She's got short brown hair and a pair of thick-rimmed glasses that she's currently looking down her nose at you through. "Are you really such a goon-addicted strokeboi that you have to do that during my lecture?" Her voice is enough to let you tear your eyes away from Nicole's cleavage, but your hand is still wrapped firmly around your shaft, working it furiously as you try to defend yourself. "No...I mean...well..*oooooh*" you shudder as a wave of pleasure runs through your strokestick.

The professor just shakes her head. "If you're going to do that, then you have to do it where the whole class can get a laugh. Shove those jeans down to your ankles and waddle your way up to the front of the room." You feel the compulsion of the Rulebook take hold, as you stand up, letting go of your cock long enough to push your pants down to your ankles. You waddle your way down the steps awkwardly as the other students point and laugh. Your dick throbs needily the whole way down the stairs, and by the end you're practically running to the front of the room so you can start wanking again.

You turn around to face the massive lecture hall. Despite the humiliating feeling of all those eyes judging you, you can't resist bringing your hand back down to your crotch almost immediately, fulfilling your role as the campus pervert. It's barely another fifteen seconds before you feel your orgasm building in your cock. You shudder lewdly, letting out a long moan as you close your eyes. Your knees tremble, then buckle, and soon you're kneeling in front of everyone, your spunk squirting out onto the lecture hall floor.

The professor just shakes her head. "Well don't just leave it there, clean up your mess, pervert," she orders, pushing your face towards the gooey pile of jizz. You have **** but to start lapping up the hot, salty cum, licking it up off the floor of your lecture while more of it dribbles out onto your thighs.