Sexy Dreams

"Oooooh," Tanya moaned into one pillow as her hips writhed against another.

Her dream was replaying highlights from her embarrassing day of unexpected obedience and arousal. More than just replay the memories, the dream amplified them and twisted them.

Here Tanya was hornier and sluttier for the amusement of her classmates, despite her even deeper humiliation.

The more she remembered those sluty performances, the more her sleeping body took control and propelled her to hump her pillow with even more ferocious desire.

In the dream she was back in Ms. Dee's class now wearing an even smaller version of her earlier outfit. The whole class whispered about her.

Ms. Dee shook her head, "Tanya if you dress like a slut, then act like a slut. Come up front, so we can all see what you are."

On shaking legs she walked to the front of the room and saw the eyes of her peers judging her short pink skirt and tight blouse which left nothing to the imagination. The only eyes diverted were those of Stacey, who Tanya knew was texting someone.

A moment later, the door swung open and Whitney, Judy, and all the popular girls filtered into the room.

"Stacey said you were making quite the stir in here," Whitney explained, "So we just had to come check it out."

Tanya blushed, why did she have to feel so darn horny now!

"Go on then," Ms. Dee instructed. "You seem to enjoy being the center of attention. The floor is yours. Tell us about this new lifestyle of yours."

"I like to feel good," Tanya spoke effortlessly. The class laughed at the obviousness of the statement.

"Being naked makes me feel good," Tanya continued. Now, the class was openly mocking Tanya.

"What a skank!"

"Whore!"

"Slut!"

"Show us!"

Tanya blushed brightly, but began to unbutton her shirt.

"Make it sexy," someone else shouted. And Tanya effortlessly began to move like a stripper.

She bit her lip seductively and spun away from the class, then slipped the shirt off her shoulders.

She shimmied and slipped an arm free, which she used to cover her breasts before she turned back to the class and flipped her shirt into the crowd.

"What am I doing?!" Tanya wondered as she swayed her hips and using both hands to conceal her breasts. Still her slutty show continued.

She jiggled her pale globes playful a moment, before she flashed them completely at the crowd.

"Shake them!" A voice demanded and Tanya obeyed with an awkward little dance.

After she knew the crowd was satisfied, Tanya pulled the zipper on her skirt and let it fall away.

With a kick the skirt disappeared as well.

The class tittered in perverse amusement.

"Don't you have more to tell us, slut?" Her rival, Judy questioned looking so smug.

"I um," Tanya blushed and covered herself again while she thought. "I um... I like to feel good."

She ran through the thought that had led her here.

"Being naked feels good. I like to be naked."

Her awkward pose and bright pink blush would make you wonder, but Tanya continued.

"Masturbating feels good," the words rolled out automatically. The laughter and jeers that followed made her ears burn with shame.

"Show us," another voice commanded.

Tanya whimpered, but slid her bookbag to the center of the floor.

With a deep breath she knelt down and straddled the bag.

"Oh my God, the slut's actually doing it!" Whitney said with glee.

Tanya began to writhe and wriggle on the bag like a bitch in heat repeating variations of her mantras from earlier.

"I'm a dirty girl... I love to masturbate... It feels so good!"

The mocking and laughter only spurred her on more! She neared the peak.

"Oh, oooh, oooooooh," she moaned out loud.

"Tanya," the popular girls chimed in. "You are so over! You can be cool like us, or you can be a slut. You can't be both, loser."

Tanya humped harder and faster, harder and faster.

"I'm a dirty slut!"

The orgasm rocked her so hard she jolted awake.

Groggily she rolled off her soaked pillow and sighed. What had come over her?

She reached for more of the capsules in the pink bottle on her bedside table.

"I have to get control of myself before school," she thought in the early predawn quiet.