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Emma Watson's Humiliating Experience (RoleplayMaster x Anasyrma)

Despite Emma's lack of skill, Freddy did not seem to mind one bit. His knuckles were white as they gripped the desk, moaning quietly as she licked, sucked, and bobbed up and down. Biting his lip, he thought he was about to cum until he felt Emma pull away. A disappointed gasp left his lips, feeling his cock shrink slightly from the cool air. If she had gone on for a few more seconds, she would have been finished, but now she had a few more minutes work ahead of her.

Curtis, while this was happening, was describing this act to his students. Different things women try, certain areas they pay attention to for the most pleasure, and so on. The students, on the other hand, did not seem to care too much and were much more focused on Emma's motions. And they too, were disappointed when she suddenly stopped.

The students began to laugh as Emma spoke, with the teacher having a quizzical look on his face. "I've heard of men becoming tongue tied after a blowjob, but never the woman." He joked, which elicited a few laughs from the boys. "Can you repeat that please, Emma?" He asked. When he heard it again, he had no clue what was said, but pretended he did. "Ah, you want the condom off, do you?" He asked, and looked over to Freddy before even confirming that was the case. "Freddy?" He asked simply, and the boy was already rolling off the condom. "Emma is right, after all. Blowjobs never have condoms used, nor for handjobs. It seems she wants to enjoy the real thing before the end of class, which is... not long from now! So Emma, if you don't mind, we need to quickly reach the end of the lesson." He gestured, leaving her no time to argue. With her stuttering words, she had now just ensured the blowjob would result in an oral creampie.
 
"Ah...wha..." She wanted to say: 'Are you actually serious?', but knew she wouldn't be able to get the words out in a way he would understand. And suspected that arguing against it wouldn't change anything, anyway. That she was actually going to do this began sinking in when Freddy took the condom off, baring his erect cock to her. For her, to lick and suck. An actual blowjob, now. His dick would go inside her...

Another wave of humiliation swept over her, and it quickly translated into a nervous kind of arousal. Emma had already been wet when she came here, and now she could feel her panties getting properly soaked. The fact that there was no denying her fucked up feelings anymore made her even more embarrassed. To the class, it could still be explained as a natural reaction to stimulation, to performing these sexual acts. If anyone found out that the embarrassment, the degradation, the helplessness even were turning her on? She couldn't imagine the fallout.

'What about the fallout of this going public, though...' Emma thought, as she bent down to take Freddy's bare cock into her mouth. Maybe not the best way to distract herself from having to directly suck off this boy. Going public... she was amazed it hadn't already happened. That there weren't any photos and videos really circulating. Just those posters. If the media, especially the yellow press, got wind of this arrangement, they'd surely try besieging this school in an attempt to the footage. The principal would likely have no choice but to allow a few reporters and cameramen to sit in, interview her a little, take plenty of material.
The following would be an epic chain reaction. An avalanche of headlines about the young, attractive actresses perverted and revealing activities. Canceling of some projects and cooperations - surely she'd be dropped from any advertisement deal for family friendly endeavors. She wasn't actually sure if it would affect her work as an activist spokesperson, since she had talked about respect for sex workers before, and this would kind of make her one of them, right?
....another angle to consider. Everyone would assume she'd be down for this kind of... work. Movie deals could come with the condition that she film explicit scenes, no body double allowed! Or maybe she would be solicited for entirely adult productions. Erotic movies. Porn.

Her mind occupied with these distressing, yet arousing thoughts, Emma neglected to watch out for Freddy's orgasm, missing her time window for pulling away.
 
A soft whimper left the boy's mouth as she bobbed her head up and down his length. She did not seem too focused on the act at hand, keeping a steady, unrelenting pace as she thought elsewhere. "Oh shit. Oh shit. Oh shit." He would continuously mumble, becoming like white noise after a few moments. His hand rested on the top of Emma's head, almost encouraging her and silently telling her that she was doing an incredible job.

His gasps and whimpers grew louder as his orgasm approached, until finally his throbbing dick was spurting out cum directly down Emma's throat. His whole body clenched up as he came, his fingers digging into her hair and inadvertently holding her down until his balls were against her chin, jutting his hips against her face as he shot his cum inside her mouth.

"As what Freddy may have demonstrated a little better than the last few students, your body will tense up a little as you orgasm. Some people will find this sensation more intense than others. If standing, you'll feel like you need to drop to the ground sometimes too. Especially when you receive a really good, professional blowjob." With his wording, and with how Freddy had reacted, he was indirectly saying that Emma was a professional blowjob giver. Whether she was or wasn't, the reputation that might bring would not be a good one for Emma.

A moment later, the bell rung, signalling the end of class. "See you next lesson, everyone!" The teacher called out to his students, walking off with the rest of them.

"Th-Thank you." Freddy panted shyly, pulling his pants up before also exiting the room.

--

When Emma finally returned home after a long day at the school, she would find her partner, Matt. He was in the living room of their place, pacing back and forth. Every now and then checking his watch. Finally, he looked up as Emma entered the room. "Emma! Finally." He said, letting out a breath he didn't realise he was holding. Despite the words that sounded to be happy to hear her, his tone and look on his face looked like he was getting ready to ask something he didn't want to ask.

The man took another breath, gathering up his nerves, before finally asking. "Emma... Where have you been? You've home late yet again... I don't know what I'm meant to be thinking with you coming home late constantly." While he didn't seem to say it outright, he seemed worried that she was cheating or doing some other unsavoury activity. But with her contract with the school, she was not technically meant to tell anyone what was going on...
 
When Emma saw Matt's car parked in front of their place, her thoughts about what had happened in today's class took another turn. Previously she had just tried to process the fact that she actually let that boy cum in her mouth. And that she had swallowed it. That was another boundary breached - exchange of sexual fluid. Not just getting cum on, but taking it into her body!
And now that she had to face Matt, just after this ordeal - she called it an ordeal even though it left her sopping wet - she had to wonder just how unfaithful she was being. Showing her naked body off to a group of teenagers and letting them touch her could already be considered cheating. A blowjob with swallowing? That was a sexual act not that far away from intercourse anymore, and on top of that, something she had never done for Matt. She probably would have, if he had demanded it in the heat of the moment. Judging by how her body reacted to these lessons she had been forced to give, she suspected she would have liked him forcing it on her a little, even. But he was much too respectful for that. And she liked that about him!

Knowing that he might confront her, and that he was in the flat, helped prepare her poker face. She braced herself as she turned the key, and when the question came, she put on her most innocent expression, letting through a sheepish grin, as if she had a much smaller secret to reveal. A decoy. She was still really horny, though - hopefully he wouldn't notice her blush too much. Or worse, smell anything.
"You're right... I'm sorry to worry you like that. And, I'm afraid I can't give you a straight answer. It's... let's call it a project. Something I'm not supposed to talk about. You understand?" Technically, she had broken a non-disclosure agreement before, by telling him too many details about the film project she had been involved in at the time. Still, it just meant he had to know that she sometimes had to keep her mouth shut. Only problem was, would he completely buy her charade, or pick up on the emotions - and arousal - hidden behind?
 
Matt did not seem impressed at Emma's answer, but when she spoke of something she's not supposed to talk about, he sighed in annoyance. He had heard that line from her before on a previous film that she worked on, realising it was her wording for being under an NDA. But this time, she spoke of a 'project' rather than a film, which still gave him some concern.

It did seem like Matt had picked up on her own aroused state, though only in an unconscious sense. While he had not said anything, a bulge in his pants seemed to display his own arousal for his partner. But no matter how many times a fantasy of him taking control of her in the heat of the moment would play in Emma's mind, he never seemed to be that kind of man. He would only take sex when it was offered to him, and only attempt to start something if he was a little tipsy.

"I'll go make dinner then... since I can't ask you about your day." Matt sighed, turning to move away and begin dinner.
 
Crisis averted... sort of. The problem still wasn't addressed, and Matt's disapproval of her guardedness loomed in the background. But could she even hope for anything better? As long as she had to continue doing these lessons, there weren't many other options.

Continuing these lessons... for how long? And how far would it go? Each time she approached that innocent looking door in the school hallway, Emma was a little more excited, a little more scared. And increasingly horny. She knew by now that the more degraded she felt, the more aroused she got, apparently. That there was a part of her that paradoxically looked forward to it was proven by her unconsciously made outfit decisions. She was wearing a pretty, colorful summer dress - with just her underwear underneath. It may have been appropriate for the temperatures that day, and it wasn't at all transparent or anything, but it was still the least amount of clothes she had come with. Sandals, dress, bra, panties, that's it.

Emma didn't step in immediately. She still had something she could do to procrastinate. Those posters... did they add any new ones? Most of the time during her ordeals, she was too distracted to notice anyone taking pics.
 
As Emma walked to the classroom, once again she would notice posters. All the old ones from the past lessons still adjourned the halls, but now two new ones appeared. Interestingly, one of them seemed to be an artistic drawing, rather than a photo. The illustration showed three men laying down on the teacher's desk, legs hanging off the end. All three men had their faces hidden in one way or another, though the middle one seemed to be Indian while the others were white. In front of the Indian boy, a woman was bent over, her face in his privates. The woman's hands were wrapped around the penises of the other two. However as this was a poster for a school, the penises all seemed to be smaller than the side of her hands, or hidden in her mouth respectively. All of them were clothed too, the boys in regular street clothes. And after a few moments of staring, she would recognise the woman in this picture was wearing a Hogwarts robe, complete with a Gryffindor scarf. There didn't seem to be any smart caption below it, other than "SEXUAL EDUCATION".

The other poster Emma would see as she went to her lesson, was of three used condoms, the tips full of semen. The three discarded plastics were shaped into a triangle, with each condom taking one side. And in the middle was a magic wand with the end lit up. If there had been a circle in the middle, it would look almost like the Harry Potter Deathly Hallows logo. The caption read "Practice Safe Sex. Learn all about it in Sex Ed."

As Emma finally entered the classroom, she would find the classroom seemingly normal. That was, of course, with the exception of some sort of machine hidden under a cloth, sitting behind the desk. It seemed to reach just above waist height, and was somewhat long. No telling what could be under there...

"Emma! Thank you for coming in! Please, sit down." He told her, patting the edge of his desk. With the height difference to the students, if the dress was short enough or hiked up, she might accidentally flash some students. "Now, today, at least to start off with, I wanted the students to ask some questions, try some things out. Basically just learn anything they want to know that falls under previous lessons and such. Sort of... a catch up, if you will. As you're our handy assistant, you get the pleasure of answering any and all questions. I'll step in and tell anyone if a question is inappropriate or will be answered another time." He assured Emma. "You can pick and choose the students, but I'll choose the first student just to start us off.. Okay, who has questions?"

A few of the students raised their hands, but it was Freddy who was chosen. "What was the last time you had sex like?" He asked, and a few others laughed. The teacher remained silent. It seemed that question wasn't too 'inappropriate' to ask.
 
Emma actually giggled, and nervously smoothed the hem of her dress, which wasn't close to revealing anything important, but showed off a certain amount of thigh at least. This question, as private as the topic was, had an air of innocence to it. It gave the class a bit of normalcy for a change, since that was the kind of question she imagined being asked in a progressive sex ed lesson. Getting inside info from a voluntary guest speaker. Voluntary, unlike Emma.

She mulled it over for a moment, buying herself time with pensive noises. Could she convincingly make something up? Sure she could, wouldn't take a lot of improv skills. Though she had the feeling that the teacher would be able to tell, and the slightest move against the curriculum could mean danger for her. And if she was perfectly honest, she was kind of itching to vent a little about her sex life...

"The last time I had sex, huh? Well, it's popular for women to evaluate sex purely by the question 'did I cum, or didn't I cum?', and that has a lot of merit to it, since sexual satisfaction is the goal, but it's not the only factor by far. Last time I was at it with my boyfriend, I did feel good, and I did cum, yet I wouldn't say I was wholly satisfied. Usually, there's something lacking. This time, too. It's a certain spontaneity I'm missing, I guess. I just wish he'd take more of an initiative for once, with regards to... generating a sexual encounter."
Emma was impressed with herself how earnest her outpouring had ended up. She even thought it helped her understand herself a little more. Though she wasn't exactly sure still how Matt should go about doing it, if she had the option of simply telling him what to do. Wouldn't be very spontaneous, then.
 
Freddy nodded at the answer, feeling a little horny as he seemed to always feel in these classes. It seemed like his question opened the floodgates for the other students to start asking the star various questions, coming one after another. It was hard to keep track, but a few made themselves louder than the others.

"Have you ever slept with a costar?"
"What's the oldest and youngest you've slept with?"
"What's your favourite position?"
"What is your least favourite sexual thing?"

Meanwhile the teacher was off in the corner watching the proceedings without saying a word. The attitude of the students would remind her almost like them as TMZ reporters looking for a scoop. But they just wanted to know about Emma's sex life.
 
Emma's face was burning once again, and still she kept on smiling for some reason. It was embarrassing to open up like this, yet after that first taste of sincerity, it just kept pouring out of her. This was an exposure of a different kind, with a similar effect on her body.
"Almost, during that last movie, after filming that dance scene, but we ended it after some heavy petting and making out. ...I wouldn't have minded going further though, I think."
"Well, the youngest must have been the guy I lost my virginity to... he was seventeen, just like me back then. And oldest would be my current boyfriend, he's four years older than me. So no, I don't have any specific preference, if you were thinking that! I stay within my range, mostly."

"My favourite position..." After this question was asked, she briefly looked to the teacher. Just as expected, there was no objection. He probably wouldn't interfere at all, no matter what they asked. So she continued, without being able to mask her embarrassment in the slightest, while still being truthful:
"I'm partial to doing it from... from behind. As long as I'm comfortable. But what I like best is... sitting in his lap, facing him. He can get deep inside that way, and we have perfect access to each other..." She shifted her legs nervously as she laid down these details, and with a little startle noticed how wet she was getting. Her panties were already starting to get soaked, and had to be visibly stained dark.

"My least favourite- uhm. Well, I could list all the weird stuff I'm not into, but that's not really useful, isn't it? Has to be something I've experienced. I guess it's when... the lights are out. There's this weird expectation that sex should be done in the dark? Which is dumb, you need to see what you're doing! It's nice if you have the confidence to go in blind, but it takes a lot of experience to actually pull that off well!"
 
With the layout of the desks for each student, she had a decent view of each boy's lap as they listened to her speak. By the time Emma had finished discussing her favourite sexual positions, each and every boy in the front row had erections that they were uncomfortably readjusting as subtly as possible... which stood out quite a bit for Emma sitting across from them.

Curtis stood up as Emma finished talking, grabbing a chair and moving it nearby at the front of the class, before sitting down on it. "I think as this is a sexual education class, we should explain certain things so they make more sense." He said to Emma, but speaking loud enough for the class to hear him properly. "So you stated that you enjoy a position with you two sitting facing each other while you're in his lap. Could you demonstrate and explain everything you're doing?" He requested, clearly meaning for her to use him as a prop.

If and when she followed this rule, she would feel that the teacher had an erection of his own!
 
Explain certain things? Emma nodded at that with a slight blush. She agreed that just mentioning and lightly describing sexual positions would do more harm than good. If this was supposed to be truly informative, the students had to learn about the actual logistics of things. What goes where, and what to be careful about...
Though why did the teacher need to sit at the front for this? She found out shortly.

"D-demonstrate?" Her face grew hot as a furnace as for just a second, she imagined he meant a true to life, actual demonstration of sexual positions. She shook her head, waking herself from this extreme fantasy. No, they wouldn't go this far. That's a line they weren't going to cross. At least that's what she told herself to calm down in this moment.
What she now understood she had to do wasn't that harmless either, though. She hadn't been forced to have at lot of contact with Mr. Smith yet, and the position he demanded from her was a rather intimate one. Still, she could endure this.

"Right! A visual demonstration is better than some nebulous fantasy. Here we go..." Stepping in front of the older man, she awkwardly reached forward and put her hands on his shoulders; then she moved onto his lap, her dress bunching up in the process. She hadn't thought about this before - her pantyclad lower body was making direct contact with his pants.
Direct contact with his boner.
Emma gasped quietly as this happened, but otherwise tried to ignore it. Told herself that Mr. Smith wasn't really at fault, he was just human, after all, and the class tended to go very erotic. The professional thing was to accept this as a natural occurrence and not mention it...
 
As Emma lowered herself onto him, the dress hiking up, she merely had the thin material of her underwear separating her pussy from his bulge. The warmth of his erection could be felt through his pants, an arousing feeling, no doubt about it. The man grunted slightly as she sat on him, enjoying it himself too. Though he kept up appearances that Emma was merely a 'prop' for the demonstration, and not a tool for his own sexual gratification.

"So as Emma described, the male is sitting down on the chair, with her legs draped over either side, facing him. Their bodies are close, giving them a lot of intimacy. Plenty of eye contact, body to body contact, and so on." Despite the words being directed to the class, his eyes never left Emma's. As he said, there was an intimacy to a position like this. An intimacy that Emma would have experienced with very few people.

Without warning her, his hands ran up her thighs, before gripping her ass through the hiked up dress. "So in a sexual act, you need to know what you're doing. While this is an act where generally Emma is more in control, there are actions that the male can perform." As he spoke, he always insisted on calling himself 'the male', but called Emma out by name. It gave sex a very personal feel to Emma's name, as if she is happy to be in sexual situations as much as possible, with any random guy.

"For example, gripping Emma's bum ensures she has a bit of security that she won't slip off your lap. You can even use it to help her move a bit, relieving her of some work." And with that, he began to pull Emma closer, and releasing, forcing her into grinding against him. Grinding her practically bare pussy against his bulge.

"From this position, also typically in a naked body scenario, it's a perfect height for your face to play with Emma's breasts, neck, and so on." He explained. "Emma, could you explain and show off everything you do in this position?" He asked, forcing her actions into the spotlight now.
 
Emma tensed up when she felt his hands on her ass, her eyes going wide for a moment, something the students could not see, as she was facing away from them. She was in no position to object to this, of course - she had experienced worse in this class - yet at the same time, with every unexpected thing that happened, she also consciously enjoyed it, not just because of the effect of the humiliation, but also due the lack of surprises in the bedroom she had mentioned.

What Mr. Smith did next had an even greater effect. Her pussy rubbing against his bulge like that... it made her really feel how wet she was already. Her juices were probably staining his pants! And the stimulation almost made her moan.

As he mentioned her breasts, Emma started fantasizing again in a flash. Would he just go ahead and bury his head in her cleavage? Start groping her outright? Demand she take off her bra so he could really go at it? Make her take the dress off, and...
But no. The ball was in her court again. She was free to become complicit once again, participating in her own debasement. And the way she was leaking downstairs did not speak for her self-restraint.

"I... well... I do like to rock back and forth on my own, to-" Shit. She said it. It was the first thing that came to mind! And now she had to actually do it.
"...to rub myself against... him." Breathing loudly - to prevent a moan from slipping out, even though it still sounded erotic - she moved her lower body in his lap, slowly grinding her pussy against his bulge, and it felt great, of course.
He wouldn't be satisfied with just one thing, though. And if she was being honest, it would send the wrong message to tell them that the girl could only use the boy as a humping pillow. They had to know that both could be active!
"Our upper bodies are very... close... in this position, so... I can rub my chest against him, too..."
"It may not seem like much, but my hands caressing his back really adds to the closeness."
"And of course, this is the perfect position to do some kissing while you're at it."

She acted out each and every one of these - even the last one, planting her lips on the teacher's without thinking, her arousal taking over. She felt a pang of guilt in that moment - of all the things she did, this comparatively innocent kiss felt the most like infidelity.
 
As Emma began to describe the ways in which she enjoyed this position, rocking herself against the teacher's lap, she would hear the man's breaths become shaky. It sounded quite similar to the young men whenever she had done sexual things to them, yet the sound was much hotter as it was an experienced man that she forced this moans from. He was quiet enough that only Emma could hear him, and his cock seemed to be fully erect at this stage, desperately trying to enter her despite the layers of clothing in between.

She followed it up by mentioning rubbing her chest against him, and like he had mentioned, the positioning of their bodies meant that she rubbed her breasts against his face. God he was in heaven! He could feel the softness of her bra preventing him from touching her breasts almost directly, something he would fix once he had control of the class once again. Though he did become momentarily distracted as her hands caressed his back.

And finally, Emma mentioned kissing. It was an act they could do during sex, true, but Curtis was quite surprised she volunteered that information. And without any instruction from him, the young celebrity leaned in and kissed him. He could not tell if the intent was a simple peck, or something deeper, but he intended to turn it into full-blown making out. She did have more control over that, as the positioning would allow Emma to pull back any time she liked, but he still eagerly kissed her, his tongue soon entering her mouth and exploring it.

As the kiss waged on, his hands ran up and down her body, before lifting her dress enough for his hands to slip underneath. Cupping her bare ass now, a finger lightly rubbed Emma's ass hole through her panties.

Horniness was getting to him. Bad. He wanted to fuck Emma so badly right now, and with sexual tensions high, he felt like he had a good chance. With reluctance, he broke the kiss after a few moments to talk to his class. It did seem like Emma followed his instructions fairly well, so let's see how far she would take it.

"S-So class..." He began, panting slightly, "While we were demonstrating how Emma's favourite position worked, we did it in a method known as 'dry humping'. Essentially it's a foreplay move that can happen preceding sex, to turn on both parties and get them in the mood to have sex. But this lesson, I feel like we should not be demonstrating foreplay. We've already shown off several forms of foreplay. So I will invite Emma to stand up, removed both articles of underwear she is wearing, and sit back down onto my lap." He requested, looking up at the woman.

If she stood, he would unbutton his pants (heavily wet at this stage for all to see, thanks to Emma's arousal) and pull them down, exposing his cock. It was clear when the teacher said 'sit back down onto my lap', he meant with his cock penetrating her, so they could continue sex.
 
There had already been a haze of arousal clouding Emma's mind at this point, preventing her from disengaging from the kiss even though she had every opportunity to, and not even questioning the finger knocking at her back door. But when she followed the 'invitation' to stand up, and really tried to think about what he was asking, her mind was swimming with a mixture of panic, guilt and a very large helping of sexual desire.

He wants to have... there's no going around it, this would be penetration, he wanted to actually have *sex* with her. That'd definitely be cheating, right? Even though she... had no other choice but to obey? More importantly, she'd be having sex with a man she by all accounts did not care for, and in front of a whole class of students. They'd watch the Emma Watson have sex with their teacher. That was a terrifying notion, but also so incredibly exciting and arousing. She didn't want to have sex with him, she didn't want any of these humiliating things to happen, but somehow, that just added to the thrill.

And again... it wasn't like she had a choice, right? If she quit now, it would all be for naught. Her breath shaky, Emma took off her bra, simply letting it fall to the floor; then pushed down her soaked panties, stepping out of them and out of her sandals. Now, she was only wearing a single article of clothing. One that covered her, but it was only a thin barrier keeping her from being butt-naked in front of an audience.

She bit her lip, as she regarded his fully-erect cock. There were quite a few objections she could make, additional points she could bring up, and by the way it hadn't even been a command.
Nonetheless, she hiked up her dress, accidentally high enough that everyone got a glimpse of her naked lower body, and started lowering herself onto his dick, a low moan escaping her lips already at first contact.
 
Watching as Emma stood, his eyes followed as she reached into her dress to remove the bra, leaving just a thin material separating her small breasts from his hungry mouth. With her heightened arousal, he could already see nipples poking through the dress, the older man biting his lip as he couldn't help but stare. And then, the panties dropped to the floor, along with her shoes. With the discarded garments behind her, the young starlet stepped forward, lifting her dress to expose everything of hers from the waist down.
"Holy shit!"
"Oh my god!"
"I can't fucking believe this"
Mutterings around the class could faintly be heard, but the blood was pumping loudly in Curtis' ears as he watched her push herself down onto his cock. His quiet moan was drowned out by Emma's slightly louder one, her incredible arousal making the task of entering her pussy quite easy. Later on, after class, Curtis would think to himself how amusing it was that the class went over condom safety, yet neither 'adult' thought to even use a condom in this scenario. Hell, Curtis didn't care at this point about 'teaching' his class; he just wanted a sexual release, and be the reason that Emma reached her next orgasm.

His hands greedily gripped onto Emma's ass, pulling her down until his entire shaft was inside, another moan leaving his lips. "C'mon. Show me what you got." He told her quietly, his eyes rolling back a little as he gently began rocking her on his lap. She would have to do a lot of the work in his position, but it was definitely one of the deeper positions to get inside her.
 
Emma's mind went blank for a while, just trying to process that feeling of fullness inside her, Mr. Smith's dick reaching all the way inside, as deep as it could go. She may have experienced this before with Matt, after all, she did call this one of her favourite positions - and Matt wasn't any smaller than the teacher - but it made such a big difference to do it with someone she'd never have considered as a sexual partner, normally. And in broad daylight in a classroom. With all those watching eyes!

Why did it feel so good to be utterly embarrassed, to have her boundaries transgressed in such an extreme way? Holding back her moans wasn't possible anymore, everyone got to hear just how much she was enjoying this. And there wasn't any reason to give an effort to save her dignity, right? That was long gone. Couldn't she just... lean into this, get out of it what she could? If she was to cheat on Matt, then it should at least be worthwhile.

With that in mind, she let her body's desires take over, doing what she normally would in this position. Lifting herself up from his lap, sliding up his dick until it almost slipped out, then letting herself get impaled again. Starting slow, gasping in delight, then picking up a rhythm.
 
It had been a long time since Curtis properly had sex. Dating apps had been useless, finding only unattractive options. Well, if someone had told him a few months ago that he would be balls-deep inside Emma Watson of all people, he would have scoffed. Mouth open as her pussy effortlessly engulfed him, Emma did not take much time to get into a rhythm, managing to ignore the dozen pairs of eyes watching her fuck their teacher.

Reaching up, the teacher pulled down the shoulder straps of her dress, sliding them down the actress' arms until the dress began to pool at her stomach. Her chest exposed, her small breasts lightly bouncing inches from his face. His hot breath teased her skin, panting lightly as he softly moaned. It was after a couple of minutes that he remembered that this was not a one night stand, but a classroom full of students. But he knew he would barely be able to speak as Emma rode him. Not minding too much about Emma embarrassing herself, he decided to throw her into the mix as the teacher once again.

"And now... Emma will explain the sensations she's feeling. The things that... make this position feel good... and things she looks for her sexual partners to perform on her." He panted loudly as he forced himself to speak. But now able to focus solely on the sex, his head leaned into Emma's chest, pulling a nipple into his mouth and eagerly sucking on it. One of his skills Curtis knew he possessed was an incredibly skilled tongue. Women loved whenever he gave them oral, but the skills also worked on nipples. Running the flat of his tongue along Emma's stiffening nipple, his tongue tip teasing the nub before his lips wrapped around it to suck on it roughly.
 
"Uuhh... Uhm, I- oooh...!" It had already been hard to speak, but feeling his warm tongue on her newly exposed nipples made it even hard. She was openly and loudly moaning now, and really had to pull herself together string together coherent sentences. Any deliberation of trying to lessen the embarrassment were out of the window, so Emma spoke freely.
"I-mmmh! Like how deep he can get inside while I'mmmh like this! Aaah... and how he has access to my boobs, I love it when he sucks on my nipples, and... oooh..."

She had more ideas, but... this was about the extent of what Matt did to her when they were like this, right? He knew she loved it, so he would do it like this, after asking beforehand if she was in the mood for it, of course. And they'd just do it. With a good rhythm, and good tongue play, but no surprises. ...and Matt would even ask whether she was close, and make sure he rubbed her clit to make her cum, and only then would he himself cum. Announcing it beforehand.
Perfectly gentlemanly. But is that what she's looking for, truly?

".......I want.... I want him to go at his own pace! Mmmh, for him to... play with me, do things I don't expect... to look out for his own pleasure..." She practically sighed those last words, mixing speech and moaning seamlessly.
 
Listening to Emma's words, Curtis found himself a little surprised at the last part, as she wished for him to care only for his own pleasure and not about Emma's at all. He did enjoy seeing and hearing Emma being brought to orgasm, but he would not complain if her only desire was to be used as a fucktoy. A very dirty thought indeed!

"Women... Women enjoy different things. Some women have very vanilla taste. Missionary, the most standard position, from start to finish. Some enjoy different positions than that. Moving past that... women usually enjoy being brought to orgasm just as much as leading the man to his... Emma... Emma seems to be the rare breed of woman, caring more about her partner's orgasm much more than her own." He panted as he spoke to the class, and followed his words up with a much more quieter "Such a dirty girl."

Greedy, his mouth took in a bit of skin on her right breast, inside her cleavage. Sucking deeply, his tongue twirled around until he pulled back, a dark bruising forming as he created a hickey on Emma's breast. Strong enough to last a week, she would need to be careful who saw! And just the sight of Emma wearing his own mark, it seemed to be too much for the teacher.

With a grunt, his eyes rolled back slightly as Emma brought him to orgasm, her petite body being filled with his seed. Neither had remembered the condom, and at this particular moment, Curtis did not care. "Holy fuck," he groaned, biting his lip as he looked up at the starlet. As the two sat in the aftermath of his orgasm, the bell rung to signal the end of class.
 
Emma quivered with arousal and desire, basking in the warmth that was spreading inside her, quietly enjoying being use-

The bell snapped her out of it. Not out of her arousal, this close to orgasm without fulfillment she'd never be able to calm it down without finishing the job, but she sobered up enough to really think about what the warmth inside her meant.
He came inside her. Really inside her! Why didn't he wear a condom?! She hadn't even thought about that, how could that happen? Was it a safe day for her? Probably not, but wait wait wait, she was on birth control! But how well did that really protect? She had always combined it with condoms as contraception, nobody ever fucked her without a condom!
Until now...

Still panicking, Emma scrambled to climb off of the teacher, gasping as he slipped out of her, he's still half-erect dick stimulating her on the way out. She could feel it inside of her, his seed. This... this is what couples did to get pregnant. In a way, it was like a second virginity that Emma had just lost - with someone who wasn't Matt. Another betrayal...
Contemplating this for a few seconds, Emma barely noticed the students gawking at her as they left, until the flash of a camera phone snapped her out of it. She was just standing there naked, her dress pooled around her feet! And honestly, she didn't even remember whether they were allowed to take pictures at this moment.
Right. They saw her... have sex with their teacher. The reality of this made a surge of arousal go through her body, causing her to contract down below - and a bit of sticky, hot stuff dripped out of her, directly onto her dress. Finally she bent down, put the slightly soiled dress on again, put on her sandals, gathered up her underwear, and left the classroom without another word.

She could already feel more dripping out of her. And she was sweaty, too. Disheveled. A proper mess! If Matt saw her like this, he'd immediately know what's up. She couldn't take that risk, she had to- the showers! Right, she had showered here before, at least she vaguely remembered.
Trying her best to dodge the groups of students milling around, she made her way to the familiar door, not bothering to look for any signage. Throwing her dress, underwear and shoes onto a bench in the locker room, she entered the showers, noting the absence of privacy dividers or stalls - she did not remember that part. Well, no matter. The warm water was a blessing, and soon she was engrossed in trying to wash off the evidence, while trying to control her arousal. She felt there was no time to finish herself now...
 
As Emma began to relax under the spray of the water, finally beginning to forget about her pervasive thoughts of how everything she had done was wrong, she would hear a commotion as the lockerroom door opened. A team of school basketball players entered, with their coach's voice calling out from the other side of the door. "Hurry up and shower! No excuses! Wash up, bus leaves in thirty."

The team began to place their bags on the nearby benches, before turning to the showers and noticing one already in use. While older men likely would have the confidence to approach Emma, these young eighteen year olds did not have such confidence. But with the coach's words ringing in their minds, they nervously approached, showering with all the spots to the left and right of Emma. Each facing away from Emma, though admittedly they all had erections of various sizes, having seen Emma's naked body. Thankfully, there was enough showers for one for everyone...

Until, the door opened again, and a smaller player rushed in. "Hurry the FUCK up, Johnson! You now only have twenty minutes to shower and get on the bus." The boy was nervous and quickly undressed to rush to the showers, only to find them all taken. Weird. Looking around, he realised why, blushing madly as he saw Emma taking up the last one. With shaky legs, he approached. "Hi... Um... I need to shower..." He said to her nervously. His body was sweaty, his cock at attention but below average. He was close to her, much closer than he needed to be despite his nervousness. With a moment's hesitance, he got closer still, until the two both shared the spray of the water, their bodies almost touching.
 
When Emma heard the door in the lockerroom open, she perked up. When she heard what had to be an entire team enter, she froze completely under the shower. Immediately, she understood the voices to be male, and the entirety of her stupid mistake came crashing down on her. The boy's showers! How could this have happened! How could this have happened again?! She was beginning to remember the first time, now. Were those the same guys who saw her? What would they think now? Surely, a naked girl coming to visit them two times was at the very least an exhibitionist, or possibly...
She was desperate for action.

Emma had already been stiff as a board, but when she heard the guys actually come in, she almost stopped breathing. She just kept staring at the wall, the water cascading down her naked body. ...when nothing happened to her, neither a hand grabbing her ass nor a suggestive comment, she took some sneaky looks around. They were just... showering. And... oh wow. They... definitely didn't overlook her. Seeing all those erections around her, Emma's arousal hit back with full force. She should be in panic! But instead her mind was awash with how it would feel if they actually acted on their throbbing arousal...

The angry shouting of the coach broke her out of those dirty fantasies. For a moment she thought she'd been caught by someone who could really get her in trouble, but instead of an angry, burly man, a kind of scrawny guy came rushing in. Their eyes met, and from that moment on, Emma knew she couldn't just ignore him or pretend she didn't see him.
"I, uh..." He didn't exude the kind of sexual energy that some of the other guys had, despite their inaction, but having a naked guy close in on her in her current state still upped her excitement considerably. ...seeing him get hard in real time was rather distracting, too. And with how close he was...

Evidently, he didn't notice himself getting hard, or he would have taken a step back, maybe - his expanding erection started to touch her leg. This impulse jolted Emma into finally giving an answer.
"Uuuh, we, we can share! I just, I need to... clean myself, down there..." Why was she telling him this? Maybe because it was inevitable that he'd get to see. As long as those guys weren't chasing her out, she really did have to try to take care of the mess inside of her, or this whole thing would be for nothing. With this horny guy just centimeters away from her, she started lifting her leg, spreading herself open, trying to get the water to flow right. Exposing herself like that gave her another strong rush of arousal. Standing on one leg also made her stance very unstable.
 
The boy did not seem to recognise the older woman as anything but someone occupying the final shower. And with the sound of his yelling coach still ringing in his ear, he was able to block out any immediate fear of being this close to a naked, beautiful woman. His eyes would not stop running up and down her naked form, his cock lightly bouncing thanks to the spray of the water.

Each shower had a metal box beside it with a soap/shampoo/conditioner dispenser mounted on the wall, encouraging students to wash themselves while doing their best to prevent the rougher crowds from destroying them. The shower the pair was at, happened to have a dented one that still thankfully was in working condition. Squirting some into his hand, Johnson began to scrub himself clean.

Listening to Emma's stuttered response about needing to clean, it struck him as odd too that she needed to clean herself 'down there'. But maybe this was her telling him that this was what she needed if they were to shower together. "O-Oh... I mean... I've never done that before but um.... I guess I can help?" He shrugged nervously. Once again squirting some soap into his hand, he brought it between her thighs as he began to wash her sex, his motions feeling identical to the beginnings of foreplay. His cheeks were flushed red and he was obviously nervous about what he was doing, but Emma obviously was telling him that he needed to do this, and he needed to shower or else his coach would be even madder...
 
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