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He puts his hand back, this time grabbing my thigh roughly. I try to pull it off, but I can't, so I give up and try to focus on the lecture. It's made harder by his hand creeping up my thigh.

His fingers dig into my inner thigh for a minute, and I hope he's done. After a second, his hand moves higher, and his thumb brushes my clit through my panties.

I try to pull away, but his grip on me tightens. I consider calling out for help, but I really don't want everyone to see what he's doing to me.

He brushes my clit for a moment, and then his hand sneaks up, sliding down my panties. I bite my lip, trying to shut my legs. He reaches over with his other hand, pulling them apart.

He leans over to whisper in my ear. "God slut, you're so wet."

He's right, though I don't want to admit it. His fingers slide around in my panties, rubbing every inch of skin.

Finally he dips a single finger inside me, and it feels so good I almost whimper. I close my eyes in pleasure as his finger pushes as far in as it can go. My legs fall open.

He fingers me for a bit, adding a couple more fingers, and I keep my eyes shut, all my energy focused on staying quiet.

"Good girl, slut." He says softly. "You're putting on such a good show for us."

My eyes snap open, only to realize that everyone is looking at me. I attempt to pull away, but I can't get anywhere.

He lifts me up, putting me on the desk in front of us. The lecturer falls silent, watching us.

A couple guys help him pin me down. He rips off my panties, flipping up my skirt so everyone can see. I hear the sound of a zipper.

He isn't gentle. He slams into me with all he has, and I cry out, begging him to stop. I look down at the lecturer, eyes pleading.

Throughout the day, my pussy buzzes and it slowly starts to make me wet. The boys trade remotes, so I end up being played with by multiple guys.

After lunch, the vibrators come out, and when I walk into my next class, the girl's desks all have some kind of dildo on them. One of the boys drags me over to one of the bigger dildos, and he and his buddies impale me on it, ignoring me when I tell them it's too big. Class starts, and I'm forced to cock warm this huge toy the entire time.

After classes, they take us to a room where we're all stripped and strapped down to tables. I tug at my bonds, but it doesn't help. The boy from earlier comes up, dick out. It's the same size as the toy from earlier. He was warming me up.

He doesn't wait and he isn't gentle. He slams his cock into me, laughing when I cry. He tells me what a good girl I am, how sluts like me belong on his cock, how good I feel. Finally, he cums, and he leaves. Other boys take turns with me for hours, but none of them fill me up like him.

I grab the remote, just so I know that it's on me. As I walk through campus, I'm in such a hurry to get to my class that I don't realize that I've dropped it.

I get to my class and I settle in my seat. Moments later, my toy starts buzzing softly. I bite my lip, trying not to react.

You have the remote, and are toying with it, imagining that there's a girl out there somewhere who's currently sitting in class, pussy buzzing.

You toy with me through my entire class. I head back to my dorm, determined to get the toy out. But I'm sweating, and my legs are damp. When you see me, it's obvious to you that I'm the one you've been toying with.

You follow me carefully, trying not to be spotted. When I slide my card and head into my dorm building, you catch the door and follow me.

You play with me as we walk, enjoying the sounds I make as the toy buzzes happily inside me. When I enter my room, you follow.

I notice you now, and you hold up the remote, turning the toy up to full blast, watching my eyes as I cum.

"Good girl," you whisper. I blush.

we start with drunk jenga where i lose and the best punishment that all your male friends can come up with in their drunken fervour is to each spank my ass once

my thighs are clenched tight around pussy which begins pulsing with ancticipation as I'm bent over onto your lap with my ass in the air, recieving a slap from each of your mates that gets more confident by member - the last on going as far as to lift my skirt and expose the thin lacy thong that doesn't cover much, as his hand leaves a red print over my delicate skin

then the next game is snakes and ladders - but instead of choosing to fall down the snake - it's decided that the men can get their cocks out, and I can take off an item of clothing for each time i land on a snake.

it feels almost suspicious how every dice roll seems to lead me to a snake - and how by the end of a short, fifteen minute game, the men end it early, just when i take off my skirt and wear nothing but my lacy bra and sheer panties...

and they move onto twister.

but in this version of twister, they decide that I am the subject - the only one to play... And someone spins for me for each turn, and then have a minute to fuck me in x position to try and make me cum.

I wanted to protest and look to you to tell them no, but the rowdy, drunken men put the mat out and had made the decision before i could protest - spinning the hand so that it was "left hand on red"

I got onto my knees to put my hand there - not wanting to bend over and leave my posterior vulnerable to the men that had no regard for how i felt about the crude game, yet as my knees hit the floor and hand attached onto the mat, I heard metal clinking for just a moment before there was a cock pressed into my behind, penetrating my hole and making a gasp exit my throat as someone pushed their cock into my pussy, slipping in all too easily and snapping their hips against mine rabidly

"so fucken wet, such a good pussy - you hearin' that?"

my cheeks were red with shame that despite my lack of want to be in this situation, my pussy was dripping with slick, wet with subconsious want to be fucked by all these men, in front of all these men.

"that's time. next spin... left foot on blue."

They each fucked me. one by one as i moved my body into different positions and had they come between my legs whilst i cried at the force they hammered themselves into me, simply using me as a vessel to chase their own pleasure.

i didn't cum, but they did - many of them did - shooting them cum into me and laughing as it dribbled back out of my pussy.

they guffawed and took great pleasure when i had to split my legs open from one side of the mat to the other and a fat glob of hot white cum spilled from my pussy and onto the mat, my cheeks burning red as i felt my pussy throbbing at how much i enjoyed the humiliation.

round after round - some chose to use fingers instead, not wanting to get their cocks leaked on my other men's seed - some used a vibrator instead, pressing the vibrating head against my clit and watching as my body shook with overstimulated pleasure, my pussy clenching and opening sporadically and making more cum gush from the creamy white hole, showing what a mess you'd made of my body

at the end of the night when the men zip their pants up and leave, you turn to me and ask whether we could host games night again sometime

despite how broken my body is and how tears stain my cheeks from how much i cried...

So he had to take her with him.

Making her sit on his lap the whole evening while he drank his beer, smoking some cigars with his loud, gross friends.

Daddy would keep his arm tightly wrapped around her middle, keeping her close against his chest and belly.

Making her drink some beers too, knowing damn well that she normally isn’t drinking. Of course she would get tipsy soon.

Daddy’s hand would wander down her body, gently laying on her thigh, just close enough for his thumb to brush over her clothed core with each stroke.

Of course she would squirm, squeezing her thighs together because it began to tingle down there.

Soon she was so out of it that Daddy was able to palm her sex through her shorts, lightly rubbing his hand over it.

She was a blushing mess, sighing with each stroke daddy’s hand made. She knows that his nasty friends were watching, but the alcohol - well, she won’t remember the next day anyway.

Daddy slowly began to undo her shorts when he was too drunk to protest, lifting her up just slightly so he can slip her shorts down her legs, leaving her in just her beautiful lace panties.

Daddy’s friends were all leaned back in their seats, enjoying how daddy was playing with her while they stroked themselves over their pants.

Slowly pulling her panties aside, revealing her slick, glistening pussy to his friends.

Daddy groaned when he slipped a finger inside, a second finger following soon, drawing some delicious moans out of her.

Daddy’s cock was throbbing painfully in his pants, twitching with each thrust his fingers made.

He gently lifted his little girl up, laying her down onto the table.

Freeing his cock and giving himself a few lazy strokes before he slid the bulbous head of his cock over her slick folds before slowly pushing inside her.

She would have protested. But no- all that came out of her mouth were those little, sweet moans.

His friends now shamelessly stoking their freed cocks, groaning and grunting while daddy was pounding into her tight little pussy.

Daddy rubbed her clit, causing her walls to tighten around him, forcing her to cum all around him.

“That’s right.. cum for daddy..” he grunted while he pounded into her with more force, chasing his own orgasm, which didn’t take long.

He filled her sweet little cunt with his seed, panting heavily.

Slowly he pulled out of her, making their mixed juices drip out of her sweet little pussy.

Daddy glanced at his friends with a twisted smirk on his face.

front row seat, legs crossed over one another as everyone walks in and says hi and gets to their chosen seat. And once they're all sat down, im expected to open my legs up so that the prof can see my stuffed pussy beneath the desk whilst he lectures - teeth flashing with the sadistic smirk he wears each time that he looks over and sees me with eyes squeezed shut, doing my best not to make any noise

Sometimes when he feels particularly cruel, he'll call me out by name and say pay attention. In extreme cases of cruelty, he'll ask me to answer his questions and listen to me stutter to jog my brain and look past the pleasure to answer his questions.

The toys vary each week - one time it was a thick dildo, another time a bullet vibe to shove up my cunt. One time it was a butt plug of which the professor could control the vibrations of from his phone.

Of course, I then also need to wait until the end of the lesson before i can leave. Otherwise, everyone would see me get up with strings of my own cum extending from the chair to my sopping pussy as I get up.

No, instead I wait for everyone else to leave.

Then the professor can tell me to turn around and touch my toes so that my skirt flips and he can observe my pussy, stuffed with whatever odd object he'd decided to use on me that week.