I could hear the students filtering into the classroom, but it all felt like gibberish to my ears – the only thing I could really focus on was Professor Abbott’s cock in my mouth. He was much larger than I thought he’d be, and while I could take at least half of him, any slight movement made me feel like I was choking.
As if he could sense my distress, Professor Abbott’s large hand came down to pet my hair. I’m sure he meant it as a comfort, but at the moment, it felt like the kind of thing you’d do to comfort an upset animal – or, in my case, a pet.
“Alright, quiet down, everyone, we’ve got a special lesson planned today,” Professor Abbott’s voice rung out in the room, and I heard the noise quiet. As the room became quieter, I tried my hardest not to moan or make any kind of noise that might alert the other college students to my presence.
“What are we going to learn about, professor?” One student piped up.
“Today, we’re going to learn about the psychology of humiliation,” Professor Abbott replied, and I almost choked on his dick for the second time. Sure, he was a Psychology professor, but he was going to talk about humiliation today of all days? While I was currently stuck under his desk, my mouth full of dick, and my ass spanked red?
As if he could sense the irony, I felt Professor Abbott lightly pull on my hair. He knew what he was doing – his lesson plan had been intentional.
As he began sorting through his papers, my jaw began to ache. I’d been warming Professor Abbott’s cock for several minutes already, and my jaw wasn’t used to be held open for so long. Would I really have to keep this up during the entire lesson?
“The first thing you need to understand about humiliation is that it creates some of our strongest memories,” Professor Abbott said, “People may forget small, happy moments over time, but they never forget their humiliation. Even when you’re eighty years old, you may still remember the time that one time you tripped and fell in the coffee shop, and everyone laughed at you. Humiliation can be extremely powerful, especially when it’s used as a teaching method.”
I almost wanted to agree with him, but I didn’t dare do anything that might signal my presence to anyone else in the room.
“Of course, what I find so fascinating about humiliation is that it can also be self-inflicted. Give someone a choice and they may choose to humiliate themselves – hell, some individuals even get their rocks off on it.”
A couple of students chuckled.
“Professor, I don’t understand,” one student said, “How could somebody humiliate themselves? Why would you choose to do that?”
“Well, they might do so if they thought they had a good reason,” Professor Abbott explained, and I felt him run his fingers through my hair again, “Like, maybe for a good grade. You know, I feel like the best way to explain humiliation is with a visual example.”
No, he wouldn’t do this, I thought to myself. But Professor Abbott proved me wrong – from under the desk, I felt him move his cock out of my mouth and zip his pants back up. I looked up at him pleadingly, and he had a wicked smirk on his face.
“I won’t force you to show yourself, Ms. Stuart,” he whispered so only I could hear, “But if you do, I’ll give you an A for the entire semester.”
Part of me wanted to say no, to stay under this desk until class was over and then rush out the back door. But an A for the entire semester? I wouldn’t have to worry about any more long, sleepless nights with my textbooks. I might actually be able to enjoy college a little bit and I wouldn’t have to worry about the wrath of my parents.
It’s just a few minutes of humiliation, I thought, for an entire semester’s worth of freedom.
Reluctantly, I nodded up at him, and Professor Abbott’s face lit up.
“Perfect,” he said, stepping away from his desk, “For our visual demonstration of humiliation…why don’t you come out, Miss Stuart?”
I heard confused whispers but they turned to gasps as I emerged from under the desk. I must’ve looked like a mess – my hair was all messed up and my skirt hardly covered my bright red ass.
“Now, as you can see, Ms. Stuart has spent the lesson under my desk, sucking my dick,” Professor Abbott explained, “Before that, she let me spank her over my desk because she wanted some extra credit. I’ve promised her an A for the rest of the semester if she would serve as our example of humiliation.”
Whispers could be heard all around the room, but I kept my head down as I stood awkwardly behind Professor Abbott’s desk. I couldn’t bear to look at any of my peers’ faces – some of who I might even know.
“Ms. Stuart has participated in all of these acts willingly for the promise of a good grade,” Professor Abbott continued, “So, in a way, she has humiliated herself. Now that we’ve got here, what else should be done to humiliate her?”
I wasn’t expecting so many students to raise their hands so quickly, but many of them did – were they really so cool with watching me get humiliated?
“I wanna see her ass,” one student said, and I recognized him as a jock from the swim team. “Can we make her crawl across the room with her ass out?”
My face turned beat red and I looked at Professor Abbott pleadingly – he wouldn’t really make me do that, would he?
Unfortunately, I was wrong – and I watched Professor Abbott’s smile widen. “You heard your classmate, Ms. Stuart. If you want that A, you’ll need to crawl across the room, skirt up and your ass out.”
“Do I have to?” I whispered, looking at Professor Abbott.
“You dont have to, but if you don’t, I won’t be able to give you an A.”
I sighed, I’d already shown my face and embarrassed myself – what harm was there in a little more humiliation? Slowly, I dropped to all fours, lifted up my skirt, and began a slow crawl across the room. Several of my classmates began jeering as soon as I started moving, and as I crawled by, a couple of my male classmates reached out to slap my already-sore ass.
“God, what a whore!”
“Look at that slut go. She’s got such a nice ass, bet she’s had a ton of dicks in it.”
“That kind of ass deserves to always be on display. We should make her the mascot for the swim team.”
Each comment sent a new wave of embarrassment through my body, but I tried to keep my eyes focused on the path in front of me and not my perverted classmates, who were enjoying this way too much.
The worst part of my humiliation? With every move I made, I could actually feel myself getting wetter – in some twisted way, I enjoyed this humiliation.
“Professor, can I make her ride my dick?”
I didn’t have to look at Professor Abbott to know he’d agree to this one too.
“You heard Richard, Ms. Stuart. Your next task is to ride him.”
I changed directions to Richard – he was a tall, lean quarterback who could’ve had any girl he wanted. Why he needed to humiliate me, I didn’t know, but he had the biggest grin on his face as I made my way to him.
Richard hurried to pull his dick out. He wasn’t as big as Professor Abbott, but his cock was still sizeable. “Come here, slut,” he said, motioning me forward. As soon as I was within arm’s reach, Richard picked me up off the floor and placed me on his dick, all in one movement.
Given how wet I was, his dick slid in easy, and if the nearby laughs were any indication, some of the students could tell. I still gasped as Richard’s entire dick entered me, and I heard him let out a low groan. I was facing away from him in reverse cowgirl, but Richard hardly gave me any time to adjust.
Almost immediately, he was picking me up by the hips again and then forcing me back down on his cock. I might’ve been on top, but he was doing all the work. “Fuck, this chick really does feel good,” Richard groaned, as he continued to lift me up by hips, “Slut is so fucking tight.”
I couldn’t help the low moans I let out as Richard moved in out of me, despite how embarrassed I was. It only took a few minutes before I felt Richard spasm inside of me. He forced me down on his cock one last time, and then he let my hips go.
“Fuck, that really was hot,” Richard sighed, breathing heavily, “Not a lot of girls make me cum that fast. You can get me off now, slut. I’ve finished with you.” As if to make his point, he patted me on my ass.
I felt even more humiliated now – I had really just been used by one of my classmates – while everyone watched. With red cheeks (in both places), I slid off Richard’s dick and tried not to think about the cum sliding out of me.
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