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There's no way you can check for anything, not in such a public setting. Before you can stand to excuse yourself, however, whatever is inside you starts to move. It pumps itself in and out of you, though when you look down, there's seemingly nothing. The pumps are enough to keep you from moving, trapped in your seat as whatever is inside you keeps moving at a steady pace. You try not to moan as your head feels fuzzy, and you have to keep yourself from playing with your erect nipples through your shirt. You're lucky that it's such a crowded room because of how much you blend in, but so many eyes means so much potential for anyone to figure out what's happening.

The sensation picks up, and now the warm feeling filling you is thrusting quicker, harder in and out of you. You're wet, though thankfully it's not loud enough to hear over the professor's lesson. You've given up on trying to parse any of their words, of course, you're too horny for that. You close your legs tight, trying to stimulate your clit in any way while you're being fucked, but your efforts are soon unnecessary because you start to feel two fingers prodding at your tightly closed folds

The fingers spread them apart despite your shut legs, and start to play with your clit, all the while you're still getting fucked. You tilt your head back and let out a quiet sound, convincing yourself that a little noise every now and then is fine. No one would pay attention. You close your eyes and sink down into your chair. You spread your legs out, not caring if your knees bump into your peers on either side of you--you cannot be bothered with thinking about breaking any norms while what you're pretty certain is a hard cock is fucking you senseless in the middle of your lecture, while a hand plays with your now throbbing clit

After a while of these frantic movements, there's a few more thrusts, followed by the sensation of being absolutely filled by liquid you know is someone else's cum emptying out into your tight, drenched pussy. The warmth combined with your wombs getting flooded is more than enough to make you cum, and you grasp at the arms of your seat and try your best to hpld back your cries as you nearly wet yourself from your orgasm. You're fairly certain there's going to be a wet spot when you finally get up. You slump down further into your chair, panting. The cock inside of you pulls out along with the hand, disappearing but leaving its liquid. You're positively filled, and some is even starting to escape to your panties. You're not even sure a human being can cum so much.

And maybe they'll be kind enough to oblige, to walk over to me, unzip their pants and let me suck on their half hard member. I'll still be bouncing on this dildo all the while, looking up at them as I lick their shaft, then eagerly wrap my lips around their cock before sucking them off. And when they're finally hard enough, they can make me get to my feet and bend me over before yanking out the dildo. And I'd have to cover my mouth to muffle the loud, sharp gasp of surprise and arousal

And right when I start to miss the sensation of something inside of me, that's when they replace the vibrating dildo with their cock, pumping it into me and fucking me hard. And I'd be such a mess, drooling onto the desk and trying to match their rhythm with my own hips. I'd be so wet that every time their dick skams into my pussy, there's an almost sloshing sound, and my juices would be dripping down my leg. They'd fuck me so hard and so good, calling me a slut and so eager all the while.

At one point they might even stick the dildo back inside me, right alongside their own member. They'd be sure to use their other hand to cover my mouth, and I'd be sure to suck on the fingers I'm given to suppress any urges to cry out in pleasure. It's a tight fit, and the vibrating function pushes me over the edge--I cum all over their dick and the toy, liquid spilling out onto the floor of my office. And they're still fucking me through it, until they cum themselves.