sierra
Masturbation 101 was written in chalk across the board.
I eyed the class name from the doorway and slowly walked into the room, eyes on Professor Patton, who had walked ahead of me to the front of the class. Heat gushed between my legs. When I made it to my usual seat, Professor Patton smirked at me with that handsome face of his.
“Sierra,” he purred, voice low and sultry, “I told you that you’d enjoy it.”
“Are you going to use me as your demonstration again?” I asked, leaning forward in the desk.
“As my demonstration?” he asked, placing a single finger under my chin, lifting it. “You’re going to teach the class tonight.”
More warmth pooled between my thighs, my pussy clenching. “Wh-what?”
“You’re catching on to this material so well,” he hummed.
“B-but how can I teach guys how to … to get off?” I asked, glancing around at the mix of females and males in the classroom today.
If we were learning how to masturbate, then I couldn’t teach a bunch of guys! I didn’t have a dick.
“Most of these guys have been jerking off since they were in high school,” Professor Patton said, gently moving his hand across my shoulder and squeezing. “They don’t need you to teach them how to get off.”
“Then, why are they here?” I asked shyly.
“Because, Sierra, it’s not every day they get to watch a beautiful woman touch herself.”
Swallowing hard, I pressed my thighs together and peeked around at the other students again. Nerves bubbled up inside me. Sure, I had fucked Professor Patton in front of them before, but I had never been the center of attention like this.
“Come,” Professor Patton said, walking to his desk. “Up here. Class is about to begin.”
When the students quieted down, I slowly slipped out of my seat and headed to the front of the class. Professor Patton placed a hand on my shoulder, his fingers curling around my arm and making me warm in all those sinful places.
“Tonight, Miss Monroe will teach the girls how to touch themselves,” he announced. “This is a hands-on experience for everyone involved, so get comfortable and watch Sierra make”—he dropped his voice—“her little pussy feel good.”
Pleasure shot through my body at the mere sound of his voice. I swallowed my nerves and shimmied out of my clothes until I stood in front of the class in nothing but a set of lacy black lingerie and my diamond necklace. Professor Patton leaned against my empty desk with his huge arms crossed over his chest, watching my every move.
“Be a good girl, Sierra,” he said. “You know you should be naked.”
“Or what?” I found myself saying before I could stop myself.
Professor Patton cocked a brow. “Or we will push this class to a later date, and I can teach everyone how to punish a bratty little mouth like yours. Is that what you would like, Miss Monroe?”
My heart raced as my cheeks flushed, nipples hardening through my bra. His gaze dropped to them for a second, then to my thighs pressed together.
“You want to be punished harder,” he concluded. “Noted for a future session.”
I whimpered softly, my panties soaked through already, and unclasped my bra so my breasts fell out of it. Then, I pushed down my underwear to my ankles and stepped out of them. I shuffled back onto his desk nervously.
“Go ahead, Sierra,” he said. “Teach us.”
“Do you want me to”—I swallowed—“just … touch myself?”
“I want you to show us how you finger that dripping cunt while you’re home, alone.”
Brow furrowing, I reluctantly posted my feet on the edge of the desk and spread my thighs so everyone could see just how wet my pussy was, like Professor Patton had said. My gaze flickered around the room, watching the other women copy my movements and the guys undoing the button of their jeans.
Then, I looked over at my professor, gaze falling to the front of his pants.
To his throbbing bulge.
Another whimper escaped my lips, and I slipped my hand between my legs. My fingers moved across my clit, back and forth, rubbing in small circles. The pressure rose in my core, my empty pussy clenching on nothingness.
“Don’t look at me, Sierra,” Professor Patton said. “You’re here to teach the class.”
Gulping, I shifted my gaze from him to the class again as I watched everyone touching themselves now. I rubbed my cunt even faster, heart pounding inside my chest. I so desperately wanted to look back over at him now, wanted to touch myself to him.
Especially when he kicked himself off my desk and moved closer to me.
“We’re going to add a toy,” he murmured, digging around in his desk drawer.
Like he had demanded, I continued to rub my pussy and kept my gaze on the class. The guys were stroking their dicks, and the other girls were getting themselves off … to me. Which only made me wetter.
Professor Patton walked around the desk with an eight-inch-long, three-inch-thick dildo in his large hand. I stared at it through wide eyes and clenched my tight pussy, heart pounding.
“You’re going to put that inside me?” I squeaked. “It’s way too big.”
“Nothing is too big for this pussy,” he said, cupping my mound in his free hand and sticking two fingers inside me while I continued to rub myself off. He let a wad of spit drip from his full lips to the head of the toy. “Let me prove it to you.”
When he drew it between my pussy lips, I whimpered. Inch by inch, he slowly pushed it inside of me, stretching my tight hole. I stopped rubbing my clit and stared up at him through wide eyes, brow furrowing.
“Professor …” I whimpered.
“Take it like a good girl.”
I clenched again, clamping down on the toy and wishing he were inside me.
But at least for this class, he wouldn’t be.
This was Masturbation 101, not Fucking 101 again.
Once about four inches were buried inside me, he stopped and peered down. “Your fucking pussy takes cock so well,” he growled, dark, hooded eyes gazing upon me. “Tell me to push it deeper.”
“Push it deeper, Professor Patton,” I breathily whimpered. “Please.”
He pushed it another inch deeper and grunted. “The way your pussy lips spread and swallow this toy whole, Sierra”—another inch—“it gets me hard as fucking hell,” he growled, then slammed the rest of the toy into me.
I threw my head back and cried out in pleasure.
When he finally stepped away, his dick pressed hard against the front of his suit pants. I clenched on the toy and readjusted myself so the bottom of the dildo pressed against the desk and the toy stayed deep inside me.
Unable to stop myself, I moved up and down on it while I rubbed my aching clit. The pressure rose so high in my core, and I wasn’t sure if I was supposed to come yet, but I was damn close to letting it all go.
He disappeared from my view once more to grab another toy from inside his desk.
“Open your mouth,” he ordered, standing behind me.
I tilted my head back slightly and parted my lips, mind hazy from the pressure inside me. He slipped a dildo gag into my mouth and fastened it around the back of my head. My eyes widened slightly, drool already pooling in my mouth.
“How do you like it, Sierra?”
Spit falling out of my mouth, I nodded and furrowed my brow, a muffled moan escaping my lips. I gripped on to the edge of the desk with my free hand and rubbed my clit even faster, my pussy dripping with pleasure.
“If you’d like, you may partner up,” Professor Patton announced to the class, fastening two nipple clamps on my breasts that were attached by a thin chain. He pulled on the chain, and the clamps tugged on my nipples. “But no penetration.”
Partners began forming, but I couldn’t focus on the class anymore as he stepped between my legs and gazed down at my body. He rubbed himself off through his pants, swallowed, and then undid them, whipping out his cock.
I moaned when I saw how hard it was. I had seen his cock countless times before in the class, had it inside me, but I … I couldn’t help but get off on the thought of him sliding it inside me again. Right here. Right now.
God, I need it.
He spit on the head.
Badly.
He wrapped his hand around the base and slowly stroked it.
So fucking badly.
Before I knew it, the head of his cock was millimeters from the entrance of my pussy. He let out a shaky, deep breath.
“No penetration,” he repeated to himself, stroking his cock faster. The head of his cock rubbed against my wet pussy. “No fucking penetration.”
“Please,” I whispered, words gargled and inaudible, “put it inside me.”
The dildo was already thrust as deep as it could go, but I wanted to be filled up even more. I wanted him inside me, thrusting in and out of my pussy as quickly and as hard as he could, pounding away, making me his.
He clenched his jaw in an attempt to control himself, but with his free hand, he harshly tugged on the nipple clamps.
I sputtered out in pleasure. “Please! Please put it inside me!”
“Sierra,” he gritted out, almost as a warning.
I rubbed my pussy faster, drooling all over my tits.
Stroking himself faster, he unclasped the gag and ripped it from my mouth in an almost-animalistic manner.
“I touch myself and think about you every night,” I breathed out, moving my fingers quicker. “I bury my fingers between my thighs and scream out your name, Professor Patton.” I furrowed my brow. “I can’t stop thinking about you. Please, put it inside me.”
“Sierra,” he growled, pressing his dick directly below my clit.
“I get off to you coming inside me,” I pleaded. “You filling my pussy up with your cum.”
When he pulled the dildo out of my pussy, I sucked in a sharp breath and waited for him to shove himself inside me. But instead, he grunted, his warm cum shooting all over my spread pussy lips and the head of the dildo.
“F-fuuuuck,” he groaned.
Curling my toes, I teetered on the edge. And when he slammed the dildo back inside me, shoving his cum deeper and deeper and deeper until it reached my cervix, I threw my head back and screamed out in pleasure, unable to hold back any longer. Ecstasy shot through me, my eyes rolling back into my head and my entire body shaking.
“Good job tonight, Miss Monroe,” Professor Patton said, pushing himself back into his pants. “You’ve been a good girl for me today.”