Webslut Madison Ch. 26

"Hey! I'm not a -" she began, before her slutty side kicked in. "I'm not a hooker, this is all free! I do it for free!"

"With who? Anyone with a working penis?!" Some of the class laughed.

"For you, if you keep talking to me like that!" Madison thought to herself.

"Hey, come on, I heard she likes girls too!" another classmate joked. Now the whole class laughed. Madison had never been more humiliated - or turned on. She turned back around as the professor walked in.

Madison had turned around and the class quieted down upon the arrival of the professor, but that did not make Madison's time in class any easier. She couldn't focus on anything except how much she wanted sex, and how much she wanted to be seen. "I just want to be a dirty little fucking whore. Right here, right now." She thought. She shifted in her seat again, and she felt the plug in her ass, but it was impossible to feel any sensation in her pussy. She had to feel something - anything - but how?

The professor, Kim Carter, had begun her lecture, and had the attention of the class - well, the rest of the class. "You know," Madison thought as she tried to shift her mind away from her pussy and to her professor, "she's not awful looking. What is she, forty-five maybe? I bet you put her in a shorter skirt and maybe undo a couple buttons and she'd drive the guys in here crazy. And me! You know, I bet she looks really hot topless..."

"God, what am I thinking! Fuck, every time I deny myself orgasms I turn into such a depraved little whore! I can't even sit in class without thinking about my professor's tits! God, I'm a slut, I wish - shit, I wish we could just shut the class down and e let everyone in her have a turn on me. Any hole, raw, no questions asked..."

Madison, all of the sudden, wanted to be even more daring. "What if I opened my legs up? Just a little? I wonder if she'd see up my skirt, right to my slit. Mmmmm, God I want her to see. And I want everyone else to see, it's just - she is the only one facing me. I want everyone to see my little whore pussy!"

Madison swallowed nervously. "I'm such a slut for this," age thought. "Such a little slut!" She slowly opened her legs, looking down, resting her feet up on the cage under the desk. "Ohhhhh god I bet she could see right up my skirt if she looked!" She closed her legs and looked up, unsure if her professor - or anyone else - saw anything.

"Fuck, this little slut needs to feel something there. I don't even care if anyone sees. I mean - I don't want to get caught, but I just look like such a dumb fucking slut today - fuck, what could I use?" She thought hard. She didn't have much with her - gum, her phone, her tablet. But that was about it. She picked up her bag, going through it to see if there was anything inside.

"Fuck!" She thought. There was a little egg-shaped lip balm, her keys, a wad of receipts, a pen, a calculator - why the fuck did she cave a calculator when there was a perfectly good one on her phone? Her wallet with her credit cards and IDs, a bottle of Tylenol, and a condom, just in case. She almost laughed thinking about how many times lately she had been nailed bareback and didn't even think to use it. "I guess I really am a slut," she thought.

Completely disengaged from the class, she went back and forth on the lip balm and the pen. "I could just put the lip balm in there and use my vaginal muscles to push it back and forth," she thought. "But how do I get it in there without being noticed? On the other hand, I could put my hands in my lap and close my legs and stick the pen in between and see if I could flick my labia without anyone noticing."

After about two minutes of arguing, she decided that she wouldn't be able to control herself with the pen. She'd start rubbing it up and down and it would be very obvious to anyone near her what she was trying to accomplish. So, she decided to go with the lip balm - it would just require a trip to the bathroom.

Madison stood and strutted out of class. Everyone stared. Her professor even stopped teaching momentarily and watched her walk to the door and leave the room, shocked. Madison scarcely noticed, she was on a mission.

"I guess spring break came early this year," Professor Carter joked once the door closed.

"I think every day is spring break for her," one of the guys pointed out. But Madison was too far away to hear.

Inside the bathroom, Madison didn't indulge her usual ritual of making a video, or slapping herself. She quietly and quickly slipped into a stall, pushed the egg-shaped container inside her pussy, and emerged from the stall. She walked back and forth across the floor, ensuring that the object would remain in place.

Satisfied, Madison turned to look in the mirror. "What a slut," she muttered. "What a stupid outfit!" She stared at herself for a moment in disbelief, thinking back to a time a couple years before when she would never have even thought of wearing such an outfit in public, let alone to class. "God, my parents would be so disappointed," she thought, "if they could see what I've turned into." Before she had the thought that they would almost certainly find out at this point, her attention turned to the fact that not only did she look like a hooker, she also had a plug in her ass and a lip balm nestled snugly in her pussy.

Madison turned and walked out the door and back to class. Luckily, she didn't encounter anyone between the bathroom and the classroom. When she opened the door and took her seat again, all eyes were on her again. Everyone was in disbelief that an attractive girl would actually go to class wearing nothing but a bikini top and a skirt.

She took her seat, now slightly more satisfied thanks to the lip balm inside her cunt. She soon found herself pressing her legs together and squeezing with her vaginal muscles, moving the little egg forward inside her cunt without a lot of risk that it would pop out. She did this several times, tensing her vaginal muscles and then relaxing them, enjoying the sensation.

Madison shifted her ass forward in the seat, trying to put a little pressure on the plug. Slowly she slipped into a fantasy and closed her eyes.

In her fantasy, she stood, and climbed up on her desk and sat down. She spread her legs, letting everyone see her shaven pussy. She smiled. "It's Madison's lucky day," she told the class. "Anybody that wants to fuck me can have me. Right here." The class was silent. Slowly a guy stood and cleared his throat.

"I'll fuck you," he said. Madison spread her legs wider.

"Good. I'm a dumb little horny slut and I need it! Which hole do you want?"

"I want your ass," he said.

"Ohhhh, good! Here," she said, and slipped off the desk just long enough to take off her skirt. She turned around.

"I have two holes left, and if you don't like sloppy seconds, or thirds, or fourths, you'd better smash it. I want to get fucked by the whole class!"

"Holy shit, Madison!"

"Why stop there? Go out and get every cock in the building. Pussies too! You guys were right, I'm into girls too!"

"Yeah, she is!" Angela announced. "She spent an afternoon licking my asshole!"

"Will you eat my ass?" An overweight guy from the front asked her.

"I'm not the kind of girl that says no," def said with a smile. "Im a free use slut. It's a rule. I have to let anyone who wants me use me."

Madison softly moaned at the thought of just inviting any cock or pussy to use her. She wasn't sure if she moaned in reality or only in her fantasy. In reality, she was slowly opening her legs and closing them again, adding to the movement of the little lip balm inside her. If she had been going any faster, the class might have noticed it looked a little like she was bucking her hips.

Suddenly, Madison heard something in front of her, and she no longer felt the egg-shaped lip balm inside her swollen pussy. "Shit!" She exclaimed as she instantly realized what happened. She got too carried away with her fantasy and forgot to make sure the lip balm stayed in its place! She had thrusted a little too hard with her vaginal muscles and shot it out in front of her, out her widely-spread legs and onto the floor!

Madison quickly stood, going to retrieve her "toy" before anyone realized what she had been up to. She raced a seat and a half ahead to get it, bent to pick it up, and felt a rush of cool air as her skirt rode up her ass. A chorus of gasps rang out behind her. Standing, Madison was immensely and suddenly mortified as she realized that she had just accidentally flashed her plugged ass to at least half of the class!

She did her best to hide her shame as she made her way back to her seat. She smiled at the open-mouthed students behind her, but inside she wanted to crawl into a hole. Wanting to cry, she thought about just getting up and leaving, but then she realized that, if she left, she would just want to run to the nearest semi-private room and masturbate. And she wasn't letting herself cum, not yet. No, she would sit there and take it like a big girl.

Madison fidgeted in her seat for the rest of the class. She squirmed, wanting the plug to move inside her ass. She slouched her ass forward in her chair and her skirt rode up, and she just carried on as if she didn't notice. Her little skirt was so high up her ass could be seen behind her, plug and all, when she sat up straight again. And she loved it. She was so horny all she wanted to do was rip her clothes off and offer her holes for anyone that wanted to take a turn.

Finally, class ended, and Madison stood, adjusting her skirt, trying to compose herself. Everyone stared at her again, but nobody dared ask her anything. They all thought of her as a slut, a lower class of human, and she knew it. Her pussy was soaking wet. It was a good thing she hadn't worn shorts today, or she would have soaked them clear through. She began to walk toward the door.

"Excuse me, Madison," someone said. She turned to look - it was professor Carter!

"Um - hi, yes?" She said.

"I'd like to see you in my office, do you have a minute?"

"Umm - yeah, sure," Madison said. "Shit!" She thought. "She had to have seen the whole thing! The lip balm, the butt plug - my pussy! Fuck, what's she going to do!" She knew she was in big trouble as she slowly walked the halls, going to her professor's office. She barely even noticed that a couple guys felt her up - one grabbed her ass and another stroked her bare midriff - such was her focus on how much trouble she was going to be in.

She stopped by the bathroom first to try to gain her composure. "Maybe it's not what I think," she tried to convince herself. "Maybe my class performance isn't up to par. After all, I have been losing my focus a lot lately. Yeah, maybe that's it."

She soon found herself knocking on her professor's office door, and opened the door when she heard her say "come in."

"Hi, professor Carter," she said, standing awkwardly in the doorway. She really felt like a whore now, standing in her professor's office in next to no clothing.

"Madison," said the professor.

"Umm - so - you wanted to see me?"

"Please have a seat. And like I said the first day of class, please feel free to call me Kim. I know it can be a bit awkward, but all that 'professor' stuff is still a bit awkward for me."

"Thank you," said Madison, taking a seat across the desk from her. She exhaled nervously. "So, um - what - what's going on?"

"Madison, I - let me start by saying I'm getting a little worried about you."

"Worried - like - am I not doing well in class or something?" Madison asked. "Oh God, please let it just be that. I can fix that! I can't fix the other stuff! Or at least, I don't want to!"

"Not exactly. I'm worried because - oh, I mean - I'm trying to find the right way to say this - I'm worried because of - because of some of the outfits you've been wearing to class lately. And I just wanted to make sure you're doing OK."

Madison's heart jumped into her throat when she heard this. "Oh God, she noticed!" She thought. "And she thinks I'm a slut too!" She looked down at her barely-covered breasts and her tiny skirt, wondering what kind of trouble she was going to be in. All of the sudden, she really felt exposed, and she felt very uncomfortable, like she was being judged for her revealing outfit.

"Yeah, I'm doing OK," Madison said nervously. She knew she was lying, and her professor did too. Madison didn't believe herself, nobody wearing that outfit could possibly be OK. Her hands placed in her lap, Madison anxiously tensed up her arms, hoping that this would be the end of the discussion. She said was OK, the professor was concerned about her well-being but she said she was fine, so that would be the end of it, right?

"Okay," the professor went on. "And, look - before I say too much else, I just - I want to let you know that I fully support women. I believe in a woman's right to wear what she wants to wear and not be assaulted or shamed for it. I believe in a woman's right to sleep around and not be called a slut or a whore. I'm all for women's empowerment. But the sad truth is, not everybody feels that way. And I think it would be smart for you to consider that when you're deciding how to dress yourself, what to wear."

"I have -" Madison began, but her professor cut her off.

"I mean, how you dress is the way you initially present yourself to the world. Madison, what image of yourself are you presenting? I've heard some of the comments people have been making about you lately, and it's not all that flattering."

"Really? What have they said?"

"They've said you're a slut, Madison. One day last week some guys were placing metaphorical bets on how much money it would take to get in your pants, get you to sleep with them, and - and you have to consider whether you're willing to make yourself a target like that. I know you probably have other reasons for dressing like that. I mean, who wants to be called a slut and have guys guessing whether they'd spread your legs or open your mouth for a hundred bucks!?"

"Professor - I mean, Kim - like - I know how guys look at me and talk about me sometimes, I -"

"And you're okay with that? I mean, the classroom is not really the place to try to make a political statement about how women's bodies are our own! At least, not on a daily basis or without all the women joining in and going along. And think - you have to dress for the job you want. What kind of job are you dressing for? What if we had a school board member or a superintendent in here trying to find a good candidate to fill an opening in the fall?"

"I've found a lot of good candidates to fill my openings," Madison thought to herself.

"They walk the halls, come to my office, ask for a recommendation. Do you think I'm going to recommend the girl who is half dressed? And even if I did, do you know how humiliated I would be to introduce them to you and have you walking up to introduce yourself in a bikini top and a mini skirt that you clearly cut as much as you could off of to make it shorter? I'm just saying - especially if you know what people are saying. It's not your fault and it's not right, but people talk about girls dressed like you are. And think things about them. And sometimes even hurt them! I just want to make sure you're - you know - not in some sort of attention-starved mental health episode or something, you know?"

"I know, Kim. Look, I - I appreciate your concern, but I'm fine, really."

"Madison, I seriously doubt that. I saw your outfit today. I don't know how else to say this, but - I saw you spreading your legs. I saw right up your skirt. I saw you didn't - you weren't wearing any underwear. Hell, half the class probably saw when you dropped that lip balm and bent over to pick it up. I mean - are you okay just showing your - your vagina - to anybody that cares to look? And a bikini top too, in class?"

"Kim, I'm - oh my God, I'm so sorry, I - I didn't know it was that obvious!"

"Okay. Well - I mean, look - your outfits have become more and more risqué this semester, too. You used to dress just like the other girls a year ago. Can you explain what is going on? What happened? And o support you, and I support you wearing what you want, but I think it would be smart of you to cover up a little more. I mean a top that shows a little midriff is understandable - occasionally. But your stomach is out every single day! And then today's outfit? Madison, everybody that sees you like that is going to assume you're either a total slut or a cheap hooker!"

"Kim, I can't - I mean - I know what people must be saying. But I can't wear - I can't dress like the other girls. I just can't!"

"Oh, Madison, honey - I - look, if you're in some kind of trouble, I want you to talk to me about it - that's why I called you in here. I can help you."

Madison felt a tear streak down her cheek. "It's not that," she began. "I mean, I'm not in any trouble." Her heart was pounding and her pussy was throbbing. She tensed up again, took a deep breath, and nervously exhaled. It was all she could do to keep from reaching up her skirt and fingering herself.

"Okay, look - I've had you in class before. You're a smart girl, Madison," Kim said. "But for the life of me, I can't understand why a girl - any girl, let alone a bright, attractive girl with your whole life ahead of you - I can't understand why any girl with a tenth of a brain would dress the way you have been lately. Strutting around half naked, playing with yourself in class. Don't think I didn't see that, Madison!"

"Oh, fuck, she saw me!" Madison thought. A horrified look on her face soon turned to disgust and then to lust as her pussy began to drip again, the result of the unintended humiliation her professor was dishing out. "Ohhhh, fuck, she SAW me!" This time, she thought the same words, but there was an air of excitement in her thoughts rather than shame and remorse as she realized her professor had most likely seen the egg-shaped lip balm pop out of her vagina and go rolling across the floor, if not the plug in her ass. She shifted in her seat, wanting to feel it. Newly aroused, she smiled at her professor.

"Look. I'm not going to tell you what to wear. I believe in your right to wear what you want. I'm a believer that dress codes unfairly penalize women. This isn't about being a distraction in my class. If the guys want to be pigs and keep their eyes glued to you the whole class then I guess they're throwing their tuition money away. It's their fault for being pigs, not your fault! But, I'm - I'm just asking you, more as a - as someone who's been - well, I - I'm just trying to look out for you, Madison. Would you please consider wearing a little more clothing to class? For your own sake? I just don't want to see anything happen to you. You could get raped. And I know you don't 'ask for it' because you have in that outfit - hell, nobody asks for it! You could get a reputation, you could lose out on a job -"

"Kim, I - I don't know how to say this, but I - I really don't - like - I don't have a choice. I have to dress like this."

"Don't have a choice? I don't think I understand, but - back to what I was saying, if you're in some kind of trouble -"

"I'm not in trouble! I just - it's like this, okay? I have rules, that I like - have to follow. Rules that tell me what I'm allowed to wear."

"Jesus, Madison! Who - what - dare I ask what kind of rules?"

Madison exhaled deeply, shaking visibly. She was not sure she wanted to reveal this part of herself to her professor, but she was incredibly aroused doing so. Her voice quivered as she began to speak.

"I - umm - so, I mean - I have rules, you know? Like - I have to wear certain clothing. I have to - I can't wear shirts that cover my stomach, or my legs - that's the - that's the short version. But it's okay, I - I asked for this, I - I did it to myself."