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Emma Watson's Humiliating Experience (RoleplayMaster x Anasyrma)

Is he really…? And he is! That throbbing had already been unmistakable, and then there came the warmth. He actually came! That made the situation so much more sexual, so much more intimate and real, yet at first Emma was swept up in an emotion different from mortified panic.
She could sense Jason’s embarrassment - and even if she couldn’t, it was kind of a no-brainer. The boy just had jizzed his pants after an amount of stimulation his classmates would surely laugh at! Despite it being pretty natural, given the circumstances. The poor guy. And he probably thought his celebrity crush was regarding him as pathetic now, too.

A sort of motherly instinct set in. She kept his face pressed to her chest, and gently caressed his back, even kissed the top of his head, trying to communicate silently that it was all okay. At the same time, she felt a little bit of pride. That she could make a boy cum that quickly! She knew from her boyfriend that it wasn’t that hard for guys to get off, but surely Jason had tried his best to stave it off. And failed, because Emma was just too damn good at pretending to be a stripper.

Though, where was the line between pretending, and the real thing? She really did dance and strip. Gave a real lap-dance, and actually made a guy cum, not to mention, getting wet herself. With the romantic scenes she filmed so far, there had always been professional detachment, and that was something she had trouble identifying with her current situation.

A thought that brought her back into reality. The reality of just what she had been doing to a random teenager, in front of a crowd of more teenagers! A little abruptly, she got up from Jason’s lap, completely forgetting about the wet spot on her panties that had gotten incredibly noticeable, thanks to his help.
“S-so, that’s as far as a stripper will go! Any questions?”
 
Jason felt Emma hold him in a sort of motherly way, though in her state of undress, and with her previous actions, it felt anything but motherly. She would feel a little more saliva against her chest at the unexpected pull in, his cheeks heating up as he felt the kiss on the top of her head. And soon, she stood up, and all that pleasurable feeling of having her on top of him soon faded away.

As Emma addressed the class, facing the students and the teacher, Mr Smith stood up. "See, that is what you can expect to get when you go to a strip club. They can be just for men, but women enjoy them too, whether it's going to a male strip club, or just partaking in the activity." He told them, approaching Emma and turning to face his students. He gestured down to Emma's crotch. "Stripping and lap dances can be just as exhilarating and pleasurable for the stripper as it is for the clientele. As you can see, even Emma found herself getting aroused at the activity!" He told them, a few of the students taking photos sneakily, observing the giant wet spot on her crotch.

The bell rung, signalling the end of class. And just like that, the students got up and left, a few curious students not in the class, peering in as they noticed a half naked woman standing there. "Until next time!" Curtis smiled at Emma, before leaving her alone in the classroom, not giving the celebrity any time to defend herself and make excuses.
 
Emma blushed hard as for the first time, Mr. Smith directly drew attention to her body. And to an embarrassing bodily function, no less! It took all of her willpower not to immediately curl up and cover herself in shame. Never before had this many people been a witness to her arousal! This was something that had been kept either entirely private, or in bedroom with her boyfriend!

"Uhm... I! Hm..." Even if she had gotten a chance to explain, what would she have said? It was the truth, she was horny and wet, and there was nothing she could make up to disguise it that wouldn't be equally embarrassing.
It startled her to notice that people were peering in from outside. How many already knew about her being in this class? How many knew what happened in here? Especially last time. If the last bit in the locker room really happened, there might already be rumors about her sneaking half-naked into school locker rooms. And seeing her like this now, in a provocative set of underwear, with a dark spot...
She made a beeline for the privacy screen, and quickly changed back into her own clothes. They weren't gone this time! Then again, she wasn't black-out drunk this time, so there was no chance for them to be lost.


Back in her apartment, Emma was spread out on her bed, still dressed. Still horny. Staring at the ceiling. And still trying to come to terms with what happened in those two lessons. How she embarrassed herself, how sexual it all was. Was it really exhibitionism? On some level, she liked to show off, yes. It was exciting, and it could potentially be validating. But how did her... wetting herself factor in? To think about it produced the same sensation that the stripping did.
There was another problem, though. Should she tell Matt? He was in the know about everything she had to do on set, however tame it was. Mostly just intense kissing and hugging, as there were camera tricks for faking nudity, and for everything beyond, body doubles. Her stripping and grinding had definitely gone beyond, and she had made another boy cum. Was this... technically infidelity? Despite it being for educational purposes, as hard as it was to sell that? As much as Emma disliked being forced into this, she still couldn't really argue against this being a good, practical way to learn what wouldn't otherwise ever be taught to these kids. They'd just have to pay a willing model. They probably couldn't find one, and were happy for the opportunity of using Emma.
...what was to be gained from telling him, though? Nothing much, really. They'd talk it about it, maybe argue, and it would occupy her mind for far longer than necessary. Even though it was over now! Next lesson would probably tackle taxes or something, and she could start to try to forget this ever happened! And if any rumors leaked, well, she'd deal with it if it happened. No need to assume the worst.


With renewed composure, but not without a certain amount of trepidation, Emma returned to the classroom. This time she eschewed the timid knocking, and opened the door with confidence.
 
As Emma approached the classroom, she would notice a poster here or there, advertising the Adult Studies class for students to join next semester. But if she looked closer, she would notice herself as the star of these posters. The first, a woman that you could see from the waist down, legs crossed and with beer bottles by her feet. A wet puddle forming below her, and an obvious urine stain in her pants. It had the caption "Learn about the dangers of alcoholism today, in Adult Studies." It did not mention her by name, but she recognised it from her first lesson in this class. So far, no poster for the second lesson.

Once she entered the classroom, the students and teacher smiled at her, welcoming her inside. "Emma! Perfect, just in time." Mr Smith greeted her. The room looked back to normal with the desks how they were at the start of every lesson. However her eyes would soon find a gynaecologist's chair, complete with the stirrups to hold her legs apart. "Today class, now that our lovely model is here, we are learning about the female vagina. How it looks, how it operates. And what to do when you become face to face with one." He advised the class. The teacher then turned around to Emma. "Miss Watson, do you mind?" He asked, gesturing to the chair. He did not need to state what he wanted from Emma, as it was quite obvious. Strip down, sit on the chair, and show us your vagina." Curtis requested kindly, as if he was asking her to pass over the TV remote.
 
Emma didn't, couldn't let that poster shake her composure. 'It's not me, it's not me, it could be any woman, even though that's definitely me...', she repeated to herself like a mantra. It was terrifying to imagine that if they had her from the waist down, surely a photo existed of her whole body in that shameful situation? Though if that was leaked anywhere, she would have known about it by now! So it was fine, everything was fine.

A belief she would have to reassess, given what she saw in the classroom. The sight alone shocked her enough to almost swipe her off her feet. Face white as a sheet, she had to support herself on the wall with one hand so she wouldn't fall over, and she felt like she almost peed herself. As if she was on a rollercoaster that just flew off the rails, or appeared to.
The presence of the chair, and the way it was positioned, made it so obvious what the topic was gonna be. What she would be made to do. How could she possibly rationalize this? Maybe it was just about looking at the chair, and talking about what happened at the gynecologist, aided by diagrams? To better help them understand how a women's body worked, and...

Nope. Mr. Smith verbalized what was expected to her, and it was like a punch to the face. Just for a second, Emma imagined herself spread out in front of all those boys, and it made her feel hot all over. A kind of excitement took ahold of her that was intense enough to make her faint.
"My... my vulva, you mean. My genitals?" In a gesture that must have made her look incredibly dumb, she unsubtly pointed at her crotch, as if needing more clarification. He said 'vagina'. It all went way too far, of course, but did he really mean her very insides? For, that they would need... well, they already had the chair, so it wasn't a stretch to imagine...
No! No further imagining. Her knees almost buckled again, turning into jelly from the mental image. Not even Matt knew her body that well. To show it like that in front of a whole fucking class?

"Strip - fully naked? You mean? Like, all of it?" She kept herself from stuttering, but at the price of her voice becoming all jittery, also a clear enough indicator of her anxiety.
 
He could see her nervousness and approached, placing his hands on her shoulders and looking at her in her eyes. It would either help calm her down, or increase her anxiety. His smile remained gentle as he softly spoke to her. "Don't stress. The students all love you, they won't do anything bad. I'll be here, looking after you too. I have a history in medicine and health, so you do not need to worry about anyone unqualified." He told her, soft enough that only she would hear him.

As he released her, she asked about clothing. "Just from the waist down will be fine, don't worry." He smiled. At least her upper half could remained clothed, and give her some modesty left. Turning to face the class, he gave them all a wide smile too. "C'mon class, lets all give Emma a round of applause as she gets ready for this lesson for us." The students all clapped and cheered, encouraging her. While this was meant to be a good thing, it had its downsides. Namely, that all eyes were on her when she was about to remove her clothing. There had been no offer of looking away, or otherwise giving her some modesty while she prepared.
 
Feeling his hands on her shoulders served to set her off more than calm her down. It was like the other times, her body was in a state where the touch of another set her nerves into overdrive. His words didn't exactly assuage her worries, instead making her aware of things she hadn't even thought off. What had been on Emma's mind was primarily the humiliation of showing her most intimate place, she hadn't even considered that she would be in the perfect position for them to take advantage of it.
At least, with him claiming to have a background in medicine... she could sort of pretend she was at her actual gyno check-up? Not that she liked it that much in the first place. And it was only the mildest of reassurance in the face of an impossible, insane situation.

Stepping toward the chair on weak legs, Emma considered her options. She had to have options, right? There was always a way out! So, option A. Do what was asked of her. And everything that followed. Or, option B, throw all she went through so far to the wind, and break the contract. Setting her plans for the future back for years. ...not an option at all.
It would be just them looking, right? And the lesson didn't go forever. It would be over at one point. It was a small price to pay, compared with what she could lose, Emma told herself. No choice. She had to do it.

From that acknowledgement, she managed to draw a weird sense of calm. It didn't quell her excitement or fear or embarrassment - it enabled her to act, but it intensified those emotions, if anything. It was the difference between struggling for her life, and learning she didn't have to struggle and could just focus on enduring, on letting herself get swept away. Helpless, but at peace. Sort of.
Emma had the same outfit on as last time, beige sweater and jeans. First, she kicked off her sneakers, setting them aside orderly. Then, she hooked her hands into the waistband of her panties, planning to push them down together with her jeans, in one fell swoop. It was her best chance. Stalling any further would just make it worse. Taking a deep breath, as if planning to dive underwater, she started pushing down, and immediately felt the heat of her body focusing in on her crotch. Was she really...?

Yes. Her clothes now lowered to her upper thighs, she could see it clearly. She was horny already. A sticky string of arousal connected the inside of her panties to her labia. And she wasn't the only one to see it, surely. Panicked, she pushed them down all the way to break up the string, but it just stuck to her thigh instead. Her breathing growing shaky again, she pulled her feet out, and stood, bottomless except for her socks, her pussy on display. Well, not really that much on display, yet. Only her outer lips, and...

Oh shit! She had forgotten. She didn't know she was going to have to - how was she supposed to know to trim it down?! Her hands flew down to her crotch, to cover the bush on display. It wasn't that much of a jungle, but much, much too unruly if compared to what people expected of a celebrity that had modeled for fashion labels before.
 
The students watched with youthful curiosity as Emma breathed in, out, and then dropped her pants to her ankles. While they were not quite astute enough to notice her arousal, they did notice the bush growing between the young celebrity's legs. While a bush was definitely something more uncommon in today's days, especially in porn, it was still the first real life vagina these boys had seen. If she gazed at the students through her embarrassed state, she would see a few of them even lick their lips. She would even hear Jason with a quite "Woah", after seeing the pussy that had rubbed against him and brought him to a public orgasm.

Curtis watched as her pussy got on full view to the class, his eyes finding the bush as quickly as his students. He also noticed the strings of juices on her pubic hairs, showing her arousal. "Alright class, settle down." He laughed, standing beside Emma. "Yes, I know that this sight might be a little uncommon these days. But pubic hair is a completely natural part of a person's body. There's nothing wrong with it, though of course, some people will have their preferences." He began teaching them, and then turned to his model. "Do you mind?" He asked, gently guiding her to the chair and helping her get into position. The stirrups openings were quite deep, meaning she would need assistance getting in and out. It would be an incredibly difficult task getting out on her own.

Reaching through his drawers, the teacher found an electric shaver, a razor, and some cream to assist the razor. "While a bush is natural, as I just said, it unfortunately does not help us with this lesson. So, do you mind?" He asked, showing the shaver to Emma. If she agreed, he would moved between Emma's legs, in a position only her sexual partners and her gynaecologist had even been in. And with extreme gentleness, the teacher began to trim and shave down her privates.

When he had finished, there was a simple landing strip above her pussy, shaved down to be nice and neat. He turned to face the class. "Vaginas that you face will come with a variety of different stylings. Pubic hair might be an untrimmed bush, or completely shaven. Or some will come trimmed into shapes. This particular style has been nicknamed the 'landing strip'." He looked over at Emma. "Do you have any comments to add, before I continue?" he asked. "If possible, I would like if you maintained this grooming as it is now." he requested of his model.
 
As if in a trance - it all did feel like a dream - Emma let herself be guided into the chair, and her feet into the stirrups, forcing her into a position that couldn't be more revealing. Hyper aware of every part of her body, she actually couldn't tell what exactly was on show, since it all felt exposed and vulnerable. Could they see her asshole? Were her lips spreading apart by themselves already? How much was she leaking?

Those thoughts got shoved to the wayside, as Mr. Smith got out the shaving equipment. Emma could only squeeze out a weak "Go ahead...", even though she totally minded him doing anything like that. Yet, on some level, she was... giddy? Since she knew it would require a bit of touching. She wondered what that would feel like, with her body being so sensitive right now.

As he went to work, her face was scrunched up, trying her best to suppress a moan. The hand of a man she would never have wanted near her privates! Touching the sensitive skin around, and then even occasionally her outer labia directly, slathering on the cool shaving cream, and then the vibrations of the trimmer...! For some blessed minutes, Emma forgot all about her audience, trying her best to endure the sensations, and convince herself that she wasn't enjoying it on some level.

When he was done, it was all about the exposure again. All those boys now had an unobstructed view of her privates, could see her inner labia peeking out, probably could even see it glisten now, from the wetness that was accumulating. The embarrassing landing strip he left didn't conceal anything.
"No comments, I think..." Her throat felt dry, and it was hard to get words out. What could she possibly say? The amount of people who got to see her genitals had just multiplied! And worse yet, she had no idea what would come next. In addition to feeling helpless, she was now clueless. And, to her shame, she noticed it upped her excitement, and her arousal. Was this why people used blindfolds in the bedroom? Those conflicting emotions seemed to blend into each other. All she could do was nervously wiggle her toes.
 
As Emma sat there, unaware of how exposed she was to the students, the boys all basked in the glory of the celebrity's now shaven pussy, and the ass hole on display just below it. All of them were hard now, enjoying the taboo sight of something so perfect. "Gather around, gather around." Curtis told his students, as he stood beside Emma. The students all moved so they knelt between Emma's legs at a distance. Each and every boy now eye level with her aroused sex.

The teacher began to talk about the vagina and its many properties, explaining each part like the clitoris, the labia, the urethra, and the vaginal opening. As he explained each part, he pointed, sometimes manipulating the lips of her pussy to provide a better view for his students. "And finally, the clitoris. The clitoris is this little nub right here." He showed his students, his finger lightly rubbing the actress' clit in full view of his students. "The unique part about the clitoris, or the clit as it is usually shortened, is that it's the only part of the human body, male or female, that's designed purely for pleasure. The clit can be played with using your fingers or your mouth and tongue, or even certain toys are specifically designed to pleasure it. Depending on the woman, they might like it soft, or rough." He never stopped playing with Emma's clit while he spoke, even going a little softer or rougher as he spoke the last few words. "Tell the students what you're feeling now." He asked of Emma. "Do you prefer it with a softer touch or a rougher one?"

Once he received an answer, his hand left her pussy, letting her relax for the briefest of moments before she would hear him say. "Okay students, line up. You each get ten seconds to look at and experiment. Outside touching only, and fingers only." He instructed his students, moving behind Emma and placing his hands lightly on her shoulders. With his hand so close to her face, Emma would be able to smell her own juices.

One by one, the students lined up, ready to look at Emma's pussy. The first was Raj, the Indian exchange student who had little grasp on the English language. His thumb rubbed her clit with a rough intensity right off the bat, three long seconds before he slowed down, the thumb slipping inside of her. Unfortunately, Curtis' new location prevented him from seeing the student breaking the rules. The thumb lightly pumped inside of Emma until the teacher said "...Aaaand time." Signalling for Raj to stop and move to the back of the line. As he walked away, she would see him suck her juices from his thumb.

The next was Freddy, the basketball student who had already had an encounter with Emma, encouraging her to talk about her sex life. His touch was more gentle, gripping the chair between her legs in order to steady himself. Or at least, that was what it looked like. Emma would quickly feel his finger lightly teasing her ass hole. Not penetrating, but definitely rubbing it. As he rubbed, his fingers lightly teased the lips of her pussy.

Each student after Freddy took a more experimental approach, but after that display of rubbing and fingering, there was only one other student who purely tried to get her off. The final student, after nine others had teased her and prodded her, was Jason, the boy she had made cum. With a determination and moves that may have come from researching some porn videos, she would feel one finger lightly rubbing the opening of her vagina, while his other hand furiously rubbed her clit. And Curtis enjoyed watching the student, deciding not to call time after ten seconds to see what would happen.
 
Before she had been immersed in the reality of what this class really was, Emma had been blushing at the thought of using a diagram or photo of the female genital anatomy to explain to a bunch of horny teenagers which parts were extra sensitive, how to spot arousal, where the pee actually came from. Thinking that she was kind of going to be educating them about her own body via proxy.

She couldn’t have imagined the utterly mortifying feeling of her actual pussy being the real life model for this anatomy lesson. The many pairs of eyes focused on her formerly very private area already felt like they were invading her intimacy physically. And Mr. Smith touching her lips and spreading them apart caused a sharp intake of breath - and twitching, she could feel herself twitch, and knew they probably could see every little movement down there. And see exactly the wetness that was running down already.

‘Oh god, he’s talking about my clit, don’t touch it don’t touch it-’ “Aaagh!” Emma moaned out loud as he touched the little nub, and they could see it getting even more erect. As he continued playing with it, she couldn’t suppress making noises, and her attempts just resulted in pathetic, high-pitched mewling and squealing. In addition to being at their mercy through the stirrups, she was at the mercy of her own pleasure due to the stimulation.
“S-soft please!” She pressed out as an answer, even though the rougher touch had almost put her on a track toward an amazing orgasm. But that couldn’t happen! There wasn’t much to save about her dignity, the least she could do was not to cum in front of them.

And Emma foolishly thought she had achieved that when Mr. Smith’s hand left her sticky nether regions. Letting out a breath, she even relaxed a little.
His following announcement brought her back to reality.
Every single student… getting to actually touch her?! This was ten times worse than them looking! This was them getting sexually intimate with her. Instinctively, she tried to close her legs, to no avail, her muscles flexing uselessly. Technically, her hands were free to shield herself, but they only gripped the sides of the chair as she braced herself for the intimate touch of people she would never even have shown her bare ass to.

“Mmmh!”, she moaned, as Raj stimulated her clit, seemingly without any sense of restraint. Had he not understood the lecture correctly? Or gotten her voiced preference? Or - hold on, no, Mr. Smith said only outside!
But instead of complaining, Emma gasped in surprise at the sudden intrusion. The feeling of someone exploring her inner walls, someone who was neither her doctor nor her boyfriend, was so fascinatingly foreign and shocking, that for a moment she had to concentrate on just properly digesting it. He wasn’t even stimulating her that much in that moment - yet her arousal was skyrocketing, simply because of the knowledge that she was helpless to it. That this guy could just casually finger her pussy, and that she signed up for it to happen, and there was nothing she could do.
He would feel her contractions around his thumb several times before pulling out.

With Freddy, she had a similar experience. Another high-pitched squeal escaped her as she felt her anus being teased. She realized that some of her wetness had actually run down to her asshole! The gentle touch alone implied a certain threat. Of something going inside were nothing should go inside. And nothing had. Not even the doctor ever had to do a rectal exam. No thermometer, no suppository. Not that she could remember, anyway.
The ticklish feeling combined with the thrill made her lower body clench and twitch. Oh no… they wouldn’t just see her pussy clench, but her anus, too! Even in the event of a tame anatomy lesson, Emma would have probably left out the topic of anal stimulation. If Mr. Smith noticed her reaction like this, he might get ideas…!

Somehow, Emma managed to stave off the building orgasm as she was toyed with by all those students who surely had never seen a womanhood in real life. She could feel herself twitching in panic as Jason approached her, for some reason. Those feelings of pity and motherly generosity were gone. All that was left was the thought that she didn’t want this guy freely playing with her down there, that it was wrong. And it made her squeeze out another trickle of arousal.

She expected him to try to put a finger inside, too, and braced herself for it, yet… he stopped at the entrance? Him just lazily circling there made a needy sigh escape her lips. Then, when he really started, she got much louder.
“Haah- nngh, slowdownslowdown-Mmmh!!” It was what her body wanted, and the way she twitched and squirmed and moaned indicated that she was on a one-way street to an amazing orgasm. Something she never wanted anyone to see from this perspective! Not even Matt.
Just ten seconds… endure for ten seconds! Why were those ten seconds so long?!
“Nonono- I’m gonna… Ah! Nnngh!”
Her back arched, and the visible contractions picked up in frequency. Her mouth opened wide, but with nothing than a few weak sounds coming out. Some fluid gushed out of her opening, not with a lot of force, but enough for everyone to recognize that she squirted a little.
As her body continued slightly trembling in her afterglow, she gave off the impression of someone who just had sex. Her hair slightly tousled for some reason, a stray strand falling into her face. Slight sheen of sweat on her body. An exhausted look, and each breath accompanied by a quiet, satisfied sigh.
 
The boy's all watched as Emma's body convulsed, her walls clenching around Jason's fingers as she orgasmed. She did her best to hide it audibly, but it just made the experience all the more hotter. If she looked at any of the boys, she may have noticed some embarrassment, as some had just orgasmed in their pants.

Jason was pleased at his work, thankful he was able to help out the celebrity like she had done to him. Of course, she may not agree it was helpful, but now they were in the same boat - cumming in front of the class. His hand was dripping juices as he pulled back, wiping his hand on her calve before returning to his seat like the other students.

"And that, everyone, is what an orgasm looks like. They can be different for different reasons, such as intensity, volume from the moans, and even physical reactions. As you might notice, Emma is likely quite sensitive right now." He explained, his hand moving to rub her recently-orgasmed pussy, playing with her clit and even fingering her a little without really paying attention to Emma.

He stopped as soon as he started, moving to his desk and pulling something out. As he approached, Emma would find a small vibrator in his hand. It was dildo shaped but small and thin. Designed to be inserted, while still making contact with the clit. "This, everyone, is a vibrator. One of many sexual toys available to women." He explained, gently sliding the toy inside Emma. A moment later, she would feel the intense vibrations on her already sensitive pussy.

"Class! You have paper on your desks. Your task for today is to draw Emma's pussy, while labelling the parts I discussed with you earlier. While you are doing so, Emma will explain each and every feeling she is experiencing right now. Including what she enjoys about the toy, and what she prefers from a human touch." He spoke a little loudly, expecting to have to speak over Emma's moans.
 
Emma was hardly listening to Mr. Smith's explanation, as the afterglow began to fade and the weight of humiliation came crashing down. All of a sudden, she was hyper aware of her nudity again, of her exposed and dripping sex. Dripping, sticky, dirty. She made a mess, no, she was a mess! And there was nothing to be done about it but to keep a brave face. The realization hit her like a ton of bricks. She was in too deep now. Before, she could have still accepted her losses and broken the deal. If she did that now, all of this debasement would have been for nothing. While on the flipside, the amount and depth of debasement yet to come was theoretically limitless. At this point, could she afford to fear anything but the worst?

"W-waitno-Aahh!" It was the casual way he suddenly moved his fingers on her, in her, that shocked her the most. Her complaints got drowned out by her moan, and before she could get her bearing again, he stopped. When she saw him brandishing a sex toy, she whimpered in anticipation, since she knew there was no stopping it. Feeling it sliding inside, she could still bite her lip to stay quiet.
That stopped when the vibrations started. Again, she was gripping the table, and writhing in the chair, as if uselessly trying to escape the stimulations of the intruder, on both her insides and her clit at the same time. Was this stronger than the vibrator she owned herself, or did she just think that, because she usually didn't go for seconds after cumming that hard? ...did she ever actually cum that hard?

While she was busy making lewd, wailing sounds and trying to endure the vibrations, the instructions still came through to her. Another embarrassing revelation that was asked of her. But she had to try to satisfy the request! It was her only currency in the class, to keep the escalation from going out of control.
"Mmmh... The vibrations... are so inteeense! Because I'm still so sensitive... Oh fuck... I, uhm... it's great how it's touching... both my clit, and insiiide! At once? Oh god..." Talking wasn't possible without the occasional exclamation. "And without a toy, I like it best when... mmmhh!! Two fingers inside, and the thumb circling closely around my clit..." Shit. That was the truth! Why'd she tell them that?!
 
The class all watched in arousal as Emma squirmed and moaned, unable to escape the intense vibrations the teacher had forced upon her. Her whole body shook, her nipples stiff and her clit engorged from the ecstasy she felt at this moment. "C'mon class, get to work." The teacher prodded his students, though didn't seem to care too much. He understood their fascination, moving to the back of the class to watch all the students, as well as get a better view of the woman on the chair.

Slowly, one by one, the students had finished their drawings. Some looked fairly accurate, while others were not as artistic. Each seemed to have different answers as to where each sexual part of her genitals were, though surprisingly (or unsurprisingly) they all seemed to get the clit correct.

"Damian!" The teacher called out a name. One of the nerdier students looked up, seemingly the one named Damian. He was the chubbiest boy in the class, thick frames on his face, and looked almost as if he was balding despite only being 18. "Well done! You were the only student to get each part correct! And the drawing was quite good too!" Curtis beamed, showing off the picture to the class (and Emma). The pussy looked quite realistic, even coloured in. It looked incredibly wet, a small puddle forming between her thighs, perhaps showing exactly what Emma's looked like now! Minus the toy of course.

"You will get a reward, I promise. But it will be in a few lesson's time." He promised the student. "For now..." As if on cue, the bell rung, signalling the end of class. Each of the students began walking out of the room. "Okay, let's get you out of there!" The teacher smiled at Emma, trying to adjust the leg holders of the chair. They were unfortunately locked in position, needing a screwdriver to loosen them. Too high for Emma to get her legs out, and he didn't seem to think of simply pulling her legs out himself. "I'll go get a screwdriver, I'll be right back!" Curtis promised. Rushing out of the room, Emma would find that the toy was still buzzing inside her, her positioning on the chair making it next to impossible to remove. And despite his promise to be back soon, as Emma watched the clock, she would find herself waiting almost twenty minutes.

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"Sorry, I'm back! A few faculty members held me back to ask a few questions. I'm so sorry." He told Emma, unscrewing the legs so they could slide down to a better height. "Okay, you're all good to go! I'll see you next lesson." He seemed to be in a rush, quickly leaving the room again, not even commenting on the toy still inside her.
 
Another surge of embarrassment went through Emma, as everyone tried their best to produce a good drawing of her pussy. It wasn't nearly as bad as them taking photos, but she still felt like they were familiarizing themselves with the exact way her folds looked, in this very aroused state. Normalizing it, to an extent. Not that it was normal in general, but implying that it was her normal, being horny like that.

The winning drawing got an additional blush out of Emma. Was this really what she looked like right now, down there? And that... chubby guy was going to get a reward? A feeling of dread developed inside of her. What would a reward on top of the already perverted curriculum look like? How far would they go?

At last, the bell rung. They couldn't humiliate her any further beyond this time limit! And it was about time, since not only was it getting hard staving off a second orgasm, it was getting hard to keep herself from actively chasing after it, even. Her hands were free, and would easily be able to hasten it along... but it would be no issue anymore, since the toy would be removed in a second. Right?
No. Mr. Smith left her alone, alone with the toy vibrating inside of her. He didn't even turn it off! Though this presented her with an opportunity besides trying to endure. Nobody was left in the room. The door was left half-open, but... nobody looking in, at least right now? She couldn't be completely sure.
For the moment, though, she deemed it enough privacy. One hand went to her chest, groping her boobs through her sweater, to provide another point of stimulation. And the other simply gripped the vibrator and pressed it more into place. She needed it. The feeling of everyone looking between her legs... of them being free to touch her... it was still present. This monumental feeling of lewd, embarrassing helplessness. It lingered, especially since she was still in this pose that could provide access to anyone walking in. Anyone could just come in and... film her! Touch her. Have sex with her, even!

It was that thought that brought her over the edge the second time. This time around, she was too exhausted to hold back her moans, and so ended up being quite loud, since the unceasing vibrations were extending the orgasm quite a bit.
It had only taken her five minutes to get to the peak and down again. Fifteen minutes later, when the teacher was finally back to free her, she just hoped he didn't notice her being seeming even more spent, with an even bigger mess between her legs. As a consequence, when he left the room in a rush, she had no opportunity to ask him about the content of the next lessons, or to beg him for leniency.
Only now it occurred to her that she could have turned off the vibrator at all times, or taken it out. Being left alone once again, she stayed in the stirrups for a few minutes longer, in an attempt to get her bearings. Ultimately, that was futile. She couldn't process the humiliation, because thinking of it made her aware of the extreme arousal it had triggered, and she had no satisfactory answer to that. So in the end, she cleaned herself up with a few paper towels, got dressed, cleaned up the gyn chair, too, and wrapped the toy in paper towels, leaving it there. The last thing she wanted was to be accused of stealing a vibrator.


There was seemingly no chance for resolution of her conflicting feelings. At home, she masturbated a few more times, so when Matt came home, she was too tired to do anything in bed with him, though he had always been understanding about that. She couldn't talk with him about it, either, since she remembered that she wasn't allowed to tell a single soul about any part of the arrangement.
So once again, nothing changed. She managed her day to day life and classes, only to end up in front of the classroom door again, wearing the same jeans from last time - she hadn't gotten to wear them much that day, after all - a cream-colored blouse, and a cardigan. Her underwear was plain and white. Maybe not the best choice, since she could already feel a wet spot forming. There was no sugar-coating it: the dread she was feeling about the things she might be made to do today was producing equal parts anxiety and arousal.
 
As Emma walked towards the classroom for the next lesson, she would see another poster. Quite graphic, it was the drawn picture of her pussy, labelled with all the different parts. It spoke of learning all about the sexual organs in their class. A second poster, seemed to show her from their second lesson, dressed in the blue lingerie set and grinding against Jason's lap. It didn't show her face, showing the celebrity from the back and talking about how to handle adult situations. Despite everything, she would notice that she did have a great ass.

Soon enough, she would enter the classroom, finding Curtis sitting on his desk, with a banana and a sealed condom beside him. Similarly, all the students also had a condom on their desk. Without a word, it was obvious what this lesson would be about. Safe Sex.

"Emma, thanks for coming! Please, take a seat." It may have been her imagination, but it seemed like there was a slight emphasis on the word 'coming'. Perhaps referencing how she had orgasmed previously in class. "Okay class, now that we're all here, it's time to talk about Safe Sex. Sex is something everyone will hopefully experience in their lives. It's a lot of fun, has lots of benefits, and is the process used to create children. Of course, having children is a big life decision, and you don't want to think about potential kids every time you have sex. Which is why safe sex is a thing." He began, the students watching him.

It seemed like the banana was a distraction for what the class would actually entail. Because rather than save it for an upcoming example, he began to peel it and eat it while he spoke. "Of course, the safest way to not impregnate someone, is abstinence. AKA, no sex. 100% chance of preventing kids. But that's no fun. So there is male and female birth control. As we are in an all male class, today we'll focus on the male birth control. Condoms. Condoms are a thin rubber that you roll over the end of your penis, covering it. It catches all the semen you release after ejaculation, ensuring it does not enter the woman. Condoms are also good to prevent STDs." He added.

"Damian!" He called out, and the teacher stood up. "Can you please sit here?" He requested, patting the spot on the desk he had just vacated. The chubby boy stood, scratching the back of his head before sitting where Curtis just was. The desk seemed to creak slightly as he took position. "The old style of teaching boys how to put on condoms, has been decided to be too inefficient. Boys putting them on upside down, not down far enough, or otherwise ineffectually." He told them, and also building up what Emma would be doing today.

"Lay back Damian." He instructed him. "Emma will be showing you how to put a condom on, with Damian being the example." He smiled to the class.

When Emma would eventually strip Damian of his shorts, she would find his body incredibly hairy, especially his pubes. His cock was long and thick, but flaccid. And you'd need a hard dick to show how to put a condom on!
 
"That's me... that's my pussy", Emma muttered, pausing to stare on it. It really wasn't as bad as an actual photo of it, but it still made her feel hot. With a weirdly calm expression, she looked over to the other poster. Knowing that this was her, it was easy to recognize. Not if you weren't expecting it, though. Emma was amazed that apparently, very little had gotten out about all this, even with the... incidents, and the posters. Even a small leak would immediately catch the attention of the media.
Which would be a disaster! An absolute disaster. It would be bad! Emma had to keep repeating this to herself, because to her horror, the hypothetical scenario made her twitch with arousal.

A bad start to the day. There wasn't much Emma could do to make the situation better aside from trying her very best to avoid actively enjoying it, like some fucked up Stockholm syndrome type thing. She couldn't deny it, it had felt amazing, but the second she accepted her fate, the second she dropped her mental resistance, what would keep her from just running around naked in the street, seeking thrill after thrill? It would be a downward spiral, she was sure of it!
That was why she gave an audible sigh of relief when she saw the condoms and bananas. If it had been the condoms alone, she would have possibly fainted, overwhelmed by the contradiction of her mortification and horniness. But banana and condom? A classic! Safe sex, putting on condoms. As harmless as it could possibly be.

Nevertheless, knowing how sexual the lesson could get, the mere presence of a condom was causing no small amount of anxiety, since usually she would only see one when preparing to get down and dirty with Matt. That extended to Mr. Smith's speech, too. Him eating the banana, she took it as a rather funny joke. But every time he mentioned 'sex', Emma winced a little, her mind fearing every time that it was going to be a command. Having sex with one of these guys... unthinkable, but after last time, was it really out of the question?

'Well, it's not going to happen today. Just talking about condoms, and-' Her reassuring train of thought was derailed rudely by the instructions. She had to do what? Putting a condom on... Damian, was his name. Emma really wasn't in the habit of judging people for their appearance of weight, yet the consequence of what she had to do made her aware of how her own biases really couldn't be erased. To put a condom on him... she'd have to strip him, and... touch him down there. A guy she wouldn't have given a second look, even when she was still in school herself.
It wasn't her getting touched, and she didn't even have to strip or dress provocatively, yet the situation was already immersing her in that weird feeling again. The humiliation of being forced to do something so inappropriate, demeaning. That she didn't want to do. Yet at the same time, being helpless to it, and it making her way too horny. Due to the duality of it, there was no winning, no matter how she approached it. Resisting and voicing and concern? Good for her own state of mind, but would show her weakness, and make the subsequent lecture even more humiliating. Following the orders without hesitation? Made her seem bigger, more confident, less exploitable, yet it threatened to set her down that path she so feared, of accepting the source of her own desires.

In the end, she went with the latter approach after all. It's what she was used to as an actress - if something was hard, it was better to dive in and get it over with. Scenes didn't get finished by stalling. Tunnel-vision! Get the thing done, quickly and competently!
So in a fluid motion, but not without some slight trembling and lots of blushing, Emma gripped the boys shorts and the boxers below, and pulled them down. Immediately, she raised her eyebrows at the jungle before her. ...she had seen hairy men, yes, and she had exhibited quite the bush herself last time, but she just hadn't expected an eighteen year old to have this much already. At least it didn't seem that unsanitary...
There was no way around taking a long and hard look at his dick, which was... long, certainly, respectably so even while flaccid, but not hard yet. Initially, Emma had wanted to get it over with as quickly as possible, already moving closer with the unwrapped condom, so she wouldn't have too much time actually appreciating the dick of a guy she had no intention getting intimate with. Unfortunately, the problem was obvious.

"Kudos on not being hard already, I guess!" It was very forced banter, underlined by an awkward smile. A precious few seconds of stalling. What was she to do? Flash him? No, definitely no undressing unless she was asked. She had to touch him anyway, right? Might as well start with that. It always worked with Matt.
Forcing herself into goal-oriented tunnel vision again, Emma reached out and touched Damian's dick, gently grabbing it right at the base. It surprised her a little how hot it was, for some reason, even though she knew it would likely be. Her own genitals were much hotter, and wetter, at this very moment. She did nothing more but move her hand gently up and down the shaft a little, hoping it would do the trick.
 
Damian laid there, looking up at the ceiling and just waiting for the inevitable. Cool air hit his skin as his pants were lowered, and he heard the comment made by the celebrity. The boy blushed a little bit, before gasping a little at the touch. Her soft, feminine hand lightly wrapped around his cock as she began to stroke him. "Oh shit." He mumbled, and a few of the students laughed.

She would stroke him for less than thirty seconds, and it would feel like it was getting harder. But just as she felt it reach its peak in terms of how erect it was, she would feel it throb, shooting spunk across her hand and arm, as well as on her nice clothing. He was a healthy eighteen year old boy who seemingly never masturbated, considering how big the load was. Thanks to the slight angle she had on the cock, as well as the velocity, one wet stream seemed to reach from her breasts to her naval.

The boy gasped as he felt his orgasm hit, not having any time to react before he ejaculated all over the celebrity. No time to enjoy the moment. Just cumming immediately. "S-Sorry." He stammered.

The teacher gave a chuckle and shook his head. "That's quite alright, Damian. I guess this is a teaching moment too. Guys, that's essentially what would happen if you don't wear a condom. Your semen will freely shoot out. Though usually it would be inside a woman at that stage, with the semen travelling to the girl's womb." He explained to the class. "Head back to your desk, Damian." He instructed. The chubby boy nodded and walked back to his seat.

"Raj? Can you take Damian's spot, please?" he asked, trying this again. The boy nodded and moved into position, leaving his clothes as-is so Emma would have to strip him too. He was one of the boys who had taken advantage of her exposed pussy in the last lesson, the Indian Exchange Student. His hair was jet black, his arms course with black body hair. His frame was quite thin, and his cock when revealed, was a little smaller than average. Thankfully, it seemed like he shaved.
 
Emma was speechless. The moment she had felt the throbbing begin she knew what was up, yet she froze. When the mess had hit her arm and her cardigan, she was still holding Damian's dick in her hand, only slowly letting go as it started going flaccid. She stayed essentially frozen as the teacher explained, and Damian was replaced by Raj.
She cringed, constantly aware of the warm, sticky feeling on her arm. Making one of the boys cum wasn't new, but this amount of interaction... she had essentially given him a handjob, hadn't she? And him cumming all over her made it a mutual sexual interaction. Mr. Smith casually talking about internal ejaculation didn't help.

As Emma wasn't offered a chance to clean up, and it wouldn't change how dirty she felt anyway, she opted to just get this part over with. Or maybe she liked feeling a little dirty, feeling like she had a sexual encounter with a boy who couldn't even last for a few seconds?
Dangerous thoughts! Get on with the lesson. Pants down. ...less hairy than the one before, and not as well-endowed. Not as... tempting. Much more gently, this time, she started stroking and teasing the boy's cock. Only after she started did it occur to her that this was the guy who had just brazenly fingered her when that wasn't even supposed to be on the agenda. But maybe he really didn't understand? Even then, he went that far without having a clear idea of what was allowed.
Well, she couldn't stop now. Had to get him hard and put on the condom.
 
Raj laid there, biting his lip as she slowly jerking his cock, doing the whole thing on display of the other ten pairs of eyes in the room. His breathing was ragged, doing his best not to moan out from her gentle touch. He could see how Damian had came so soon, as the pure taboo of the moment was driving him crazy. On occasion, his eyes would flick up to Emma's face, and then down to her chest, and finally her ass.

"Tell them about what you're doing, Emma. Tell them why it's important to do what you're doing before you put the condom on." Curtis instructed the celebrity. "And then, once he does get into that ready state, explain what you're doing while you put the condom on." He added.

As Emma would finish explaining the task she was performing, the cock would finally reach its hardest state, perfect for the condom to be rolled on.

Once again, the teacher would speak up once Emma finished speaking about the condom. "Okay now class, that is how a condom is put on. Just like Damian demonstrated what happens when a condom is not worn, Emma will work with Raj to demonstrate how a condom works." It seemed like he wanted Emma to show off Raj cumming inside the condom.
 
"Uhm, I-" Being covered in cum, being forced to do such debasing things and to narrate it all, it got the better of her, when usually she'd easily be able to improvise a lecture on this topic. But it was a doable request, for once! Doable without... breaking another boundary. So Emma cleared her throat, and commented her action with semi-believable confidence:
"The condom has to fit snug during intercourse, or it won't actually work reliably at all. So the penis has to be as hard as possible before you slip it on. ...which is why I'm. Um. Stimulating it. For it to go erect." As she spoke, she could feel the blood rushing into the sexual organ, filling it up and making it grow, pointing ever more upwards. Her cheeks were aflame with an embarrassed blush, yet it was also part excitement. It had always been fun to her to closely feel Matt go hard.

In the end, Emma watched with focused interest as Raj's dick got harder and harder, finally standing fully upright, lightly throbbing. Much bigger than before, while still not impressive. Though it didn't need to be. It was his sexual arousal manifest, and Emma was fully responsible for it. And still touching it... that knowledge was enough to keep her blush in full force.
"Next, you roll the condom over the penis. Starting at the tip..." She explained what she was doing all the way, until it fit tightly, being very careful not to stimulate Raj more than necessary, to prevent another accident from happening.

A useless effort, since if she understood correctly... she was supposed to make him cum now?
Emma took a deep breath. Well, okay. Not that much different from the lap dance, right? The dick was covered, sorta. And the condom made sure she wouldn't get sprayed further. It wouldn't take long, anyway! Or so she hoped. She didn't want to embarrass herself by looking like she was desperately giving it her A-game, so she just continued the stroking, just more vigorously, while lightly massaging the tip.
 
Emma would see Raj squirm a little under her touch, unable to stop his gasps and moans as she stroked him faster. She was really really good at it, he had to admit, and she may have even taken a bit of satisfaction in doing this like Raj had pleasured her against her will in the last lesson. The Indian boy was doing well to hold on, but it was a tough thing to resist. Within her grasp, Emma would feel the cock pulsate, a thick load of cum filling the end of the condom. Her boyfriend Matt, he only managed small loads of cum, so to see someone so young perform like that, was definitely an eye-opener.

"Well done to Raj and to Emma for that display." The teacher clapped, and the other students quickly followed. "Now, semen is obviously meant for use internally when trying to conceive. However, semen can also be swallowed when giving oral sex, or worn when the pull-out method is used. The pull-out method is definitely not an advised birth contraceptive." Curtis laughed. "Emma! You have some semen in your hand there. Give it a taste and tell the class what it's like." He requested, talking about Raj's cum in the condom.

As she began to fulfil his request, Curtis pointed to the basketballer and gestured for him to make his way to the front of the class with his condom. He placed it beside Emma and sat on the desk, waiting for her to finish before she would get started with him.
 
One would think that Emma would start to get used to this by now. That wasn't the case. Every time the teacher oh so casually put another degrading twist on the lesson, she was totally taken off-guard. Her mind screamed at her that this was not something she should ever agree to do, while the fuzzy feeling of sexual excitement urged her to obey. Both were irrelevant, as there was no wiggle room regarding her class participation. It wasn't really much of a sunk-cost fallacy, she had simply reached the threshold of exposure and humiliation where throwing it all away now would be too harsh a price to pay.

Her heart pounding, she did what she usually wouldn't ever consider. Pulling the condom off Raj's dick, she only had to squeeze it a little for a generous glop of semen to land in her palm. While Matt never came in her mouth, he had cum on her a little before. And she had tasted it once. It had felt weird and inappropriate, and that was with a person she trusted and was romantically involved with.
Bringing her hand up to her face and licking up some of the warm substance, it made her cringe just because of the circumstances, but also a little because the taste surprised her. She figured it kind of depended on the boy's diet. It was saltier than she expected.

Emma wasn't distracted enough to notice the tall guy being called up to front, taking his condom with him. Another burst of nervous anxiety bloomed within her, as she had a premonition of things escalating yet again. What possible other thing could they be doing with the condom?
 
"Emma, if you don't mind helping Freddy out?" he requested of Emma, seemingly needing him to be erect and with a condom. When she would pull his pants down, she may have been a little disappointed that the proportions did not quite work out. While the man was quite tall, his cock left a little to be desired. A thin, fairly small cock, she could hold it in her hand and the tip would barely show.

As soon as she had the condom prepared on Freddy, the teacher spoke up once again. "Now, Emma is going to demonstrate other forms of foreplay. She's shown a handjob. Now it is time to demonstrate a blowjob. A blowjob is used in foreplay by putting the penis into the mouth, licking and sucking at it. Sometimes used just to get the male excited and ready for sex, other times used to completely finish a man."

As Emma began, she may notice a numbing feeling in her mouth. It seemed the condom was the numbing variety, meant to keep the man erect longer. But in all her distractedness and haste, she had put it on inside out. So her mouth was feeling the numbing effects while Freddy simply enjoyed the feeling of her mouth wrapped around his cock.
 
Another step further, another turn of the screw. Having to touch and play with a guy's dick didn't seem as much of a milestone anymore, now that she had to take on into her mouth! And what she did before was labeled a handjob, really cementing the fact that she was engaging in sexual acts with these students, and furthering her worry that this really would eventually go all the way.

Helpless before lesson plan, Emma bent down and took the dick into her mouth. She was actually glad that it wasn't a big one this time, since that made it easier to take it all in. She never managed to get Matt in fully, but Freddy wasn't a problem. Though she took care not to touch the base with her lips, stopping at the edge of the condom. She wasn't eager to let his pubic hair tickle her lips, either.

Not super skilled at blowjobs, she simply licked and sucked like the teacher had described, and eventually started bobbing up and down. The numbing she noticed right away, but couldn't think of an explanation, initially. It couldn't be that her mouth was getting numb this fast! Then it hit her. The packaging, the color of the condom had been different... a numbing one? And she put it on inside out?!
Her submissive, blushing, resigned expression turned to surprise, and she got up, putting the blowjob on pause for now.
"If a lummin go- gonnom. A null..." Her weird stammering would have been hilarious even to Emma herself, if it didn't keep her from communicating. With her whole mouth numb, it was incredibly hard to speak.
 
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