The following story is fiction and does not describe any real person or situation in particular. All characters are at least eighteen. Nice or constructive comments are very much appreciated. Rude comments are just mean and will be deleted. Enjoy the fantasy. -xoxo Daphne
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Pamela Moore strutted confidently across the SPEC campus, her long ginger hair bouncing on her shoulders with every step.
It was a lovely fall morning, sunny but not too warm.
Warm enough though...for mini-skirts...something Pamela just loved to wear as she often used her shapely toned legs as weapons of mass distraction.
Only yesterday, she had used those legs on Professor Reed, the Associate Dean for Greek Organizations, and one of Pamela's former teachers, when she straddled him in his office and fucked him in his own chair, all to get access to his computer and approve her application to become Alpha Sigma's new president.
With mission accomplished, Pamela was feeling like she could conquer the world, and was making all kinds of plans for Alpha Sigma once she took the position.
Pamela had just purchased a new brown leather mini-skirt and wanted to take it for a test drive today. It was a little shorter than the school allowed...actually, a LOT shorter, but the busty ginger was always pushing the boundaries of the dress code and her male professors either didn't address it or didn't seem to mind. In fact, Pamela loved to play games with her teachers by discretely teasing and then catching them in the act of watching her.
Whether it was arching her back in a nice long stretch during class, playing with the buttons on her blouse, or flashing a look up her skirt when she uncrossed her legs, Pamela loved using teasing techniques to entertain herself and drive her professors insane.
Today, she was feeling even more naughty than usual and didn't even put on a bra underneath her top. It was a tight fitting blouse as well, which meant that Pamela's large tits were clearly visible through the thin white fabric of her practically see-through top.
She wasn't even trying to be subtle. It was as if she were saying, "Here are my tits, and they are epic...so look at them!"
Pamela was particularly looking forward to her class this morning, as her regular professor was going to be absent and one of the graduate assistants was teaching the class.
"Rookie," she thought to herself as she walked into the science building, "I'm going to have so much fun messing with him."
Inside the classroom, various students were taking their seats and opening their computers. Pamela always enjoyed sitting in the front row to be directly in the professor's line of sight.
Finishing saying hello to several of the Alpha Sigma girls who were also in the class, Pamela took her seat in front of the teacher's desk, ready to play with his mind, whoever he was.
"Good morning everyone," a confident male voice spoke as he walked into the classroom holding a laptop bag, "my name is Alan Peterson, I'm a chemistry graduate assistant who will be subbing in for today's lecture."
Pamela raised her eyebrows with interest, taking a good look at the eye candy that was going be in front of her for the next hour.
Mr. Peterson looked to be around 23 or 24, with dark hair, deep brown eyes, and a really good physique. Checking out his arms, it was obvious to Pamela that he worked out some but wasn't one of those dumb muscle heads who overdid it to compensate for a small brain...
...or a small dick...
...or both.
Not wearing a suit jacket, Mr. Peterson's collared dress shirt was informally turned up at the sleeves and his tie was professional but also trendy. The chocolate brown trousers and dress shoes gave him that nice casual Friday look, even though it was only mid-week.
"Ooooo, this is going to be a fun lesson," the scheming ginger girl thought to herself as she began twirling a lock of her hair, "I am so going to have fun embarrassing him."
As Mr. Peterson dimmed the lights and activated the data projector screen, Pamela quickly undid the top two buttons on her shirt and loosened her school tie, at the same time, straightening her posture and arching her back in the chair.
Once Mr. Peterson began his lecture, it only took a few seconds for him to notice that Pamela was the only student not taking notes.
Still talking through his presentation, the teacher glanced over at Pamela and saw her beautiful but naughty eyes staring directly at him, as if she were trying to telepathically fuck him.
Once Pamela got the teacher staring back at her, she looked down at her massive rack, drawing his attention to her very visible tits. Then glancing back up, the ginger schoolgirl pursed her lips at her teacher, giving him the slightest hint of a naughty smile as she tugged her blouse open a little to show some marvelous cleavage. It was as if she was giving him permission to mentally fuck her.
As the presentation continued, Mr. Peterson seemed to take every possible opportunity to stare at Pamela's large and well-displayed breasts. Interestingly though, he showed absolutely no signs of emotion while looking her over, a reaction that was unusual for Pamela when she had teased professors before.
"Maybe I should up the game," she thought to herself.
Slowly and deliberately, Pamela uncrossed her legs directly in Mr. Peterson's line of sight, spreading her legs apart as much as she could get away with, giving the teacher a perfect view up her tiny leather mini-skirt.
Mr. Peterson actually did a double take, causing Pamela to smile slightly.
"Keep going," she thought to herself.
Flinging her long ginger hair back, Pamela very discretely moved her right hand inside her skirt and began caressing her bare inner thigh, moving ever closer to her pussy.
When Pamela reached her white satin panties, she placed her fingertips between her legs and began making small circular motions on her clit through the soft fabric.
Mr. Peterson's eyes went wide when he saw what Pamela was doing.
"That's it Mr. Peterson," Pamela thought to herself, encouraging him with just her facial expressions, "watch me pleasure myself for you."
Faster and faster Pamela rubbed her pussy, masturbating shamelessly in front of her teacher. Despite the pleasure overload, Pamela somehow managed to be completely quiet while bringing herself to a wonderful silent orgasm, her beautiful eyes glazing over as she came.
Pamela's breasts were heaving, her tits visibly rock hard as she squirmed in her chair, gripping the desk with her free hand while her entire body quivered in tiny little earthquakes of pleasure.
Mr. Peterson had been watching all of it, glaring at Pamela the entire time as he was wrapping up his lecture.
When class ended, Pamela stood up and sashayed over to the teacher with a flirty smile.
"Nice lesson Mr. Peterson," she complimented with obvious sexual innuendo, "I really enjoyed myself."
"Miss Moore," the teacher addressed her sternly as she was leaving.
"Yes sir?" Pamela turned back around to face him.
"I need to speak to you privately for a moment," he said as students continued to file out of the classroom.
"I'll bet you do," Pamela thought to herself, "I'll have him eating out of my hand within five minutes."
As the last student left, Mr. Peterson closed and locked the door, heading back over to the professor's desk.
Pamela placed her hand on her hip and pursed her lips in thought.
"Hmm, shall I go easy on him, or should I make him beg a little? Maybe, I'll be nice and let him come after he does a few things for me...if he's a good boy and does what he's told."
"There you go Miss Moore," Mr. Peterson finished filling out a short form and handed the paper to her.
"What is this?" Pamela asked confused.
"Its an office referral for blatant violations of the official SPEC dress code."
Pamela's eyes widened.
"WHAT?!?"
"I'll have to actually fill out a police report to have you charged with sexual harassment though, so you can expect that in a day or two."
Pamela actually did a double take.
"What?!?!?!? Are you freaking kidding me?!?!?"
"No, Miss Moore," he replied, "I don't know who you think you are, but you can't just come to class dressed like that and then give sexual innuendos to your teacher."
Pamela's mouth fell open in stunned shock. No one had EVER called her out for this before, much less threaten to file charges. This had to be a joke. Every student or professor she had sexually teased in the past had been brought to their knees within minutes, willing to do anything for her.
At first, Pamela was furious at what was happening, but her anger turned to genuine fear when she realized that everything she had planned for this year was about to go up in flames.
"Mr. Peterson!" Pamela tried to sound calm, but she was panicking inside, "I was just...I mean, it was a misunderstanding. Can't we just forget the whole thing?"
"Young lady," Alan spoke sternly, "I'd like to, but you need to be put in your place and realize there are serious consequences for your behavior."
