Susan sat down and suddenly whimpered as she felt something fit deep into her pussy. She looked down and felt around her crotch. She could certainly feel something, but for whatever reason she couldn’t see whatever it was. It felt like a rigid, bumpy dildo. Then, against her will and better judgment, she shuffled in her seat, riding this invisible dildo for all it was worth. She was having trouble keeping herself quiet as she did so, tiny moans and squeaks welling up in her throat.
“Ayo, what Susan doing?” one of the other students noticed. He pointed it out to his partner who turned around and pointed it out to another person. This went on until the whole class was watching Susan pleasure herself in class. Halfway into her ride she unbinded her dick nipples and started jerking them off, since she needed to milk herself whenever she’s about to orgasm. Some of the guys had the idea to film her on their phones (you know, for later).
Of course, this was all disrupting the class, and Mr. Kuhnker really didn’t appreciate when his class was disrupted. Plus, it was against school regulations to commit sexual activities on campus, especially during class. The minute Susan orgasmed (screaming rather loudly while doing so, might I add), soaking her shirt with milk and making a sloppy mess on her seat, Mr. Kuhnker cleared his throat and sternly said her name.
“Hrrrnnn…” Susan moaned into yet another orgasm, “Y-yes, Mr. Kuhnker? S-sorry about the mess, I can explain!”
“I certainly hope so, Miss Galhager,” the physics teacher said, prompting another orgasm at the mention of her name.
“S-see, for some reason I climax when someone says my name,” Susan explained, “and… I guess I can’t really hide this, I have to milk myself whenever I climax. I swear I don’t know why this is happening to me!” The class laughed a little bit at her explanation, causing her to blush so hard she was probably radioactive.
“Okay,” Mr. Kuhnker sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose, “Care to explain what all that commotion was about?”
“What commotion?” Susan asked, “I just sat down, is all.”
“Oh reeeeaaaally?” Olivia, one of the preppy girls (and rivals to the cheer team) asked her, pulling up the video she recorded on her phone, “Well it looked to me like you were having a really good time with that chair. What, are you so slutty that you’ll screw a chair? What’s next, skank, a barstool? Some pervert at a strip club’s lap?”
“I did what now?” Susan asked. She quickly grabbed Olivia’s phone and went bedsheet pale as she watched herself ride an invisible dick on her chair. “This… I… I don’t believe it! I don’t remember any of this!”
“Oh but you should remember this!” Olivia taunted, “After all, you did look like you were having fun!”
“Damn it Olivia,” Eric cursed under his breath as a portion of his command got overwritten. Now Susan (and the rest of the cheer squad for that matter) would remember riding an invisible dildo every time they sit down, and would be hesitant to sit in the future. Then again, they could always be commanded to sit down, and the last command did stipulate that they would find sitting while they did something more comfortable. So now it was a “dammed if you do, dammed if you don’t” situation of sorts.
“Susan, what do you have to say for yourself?” Mr. Kuhnker asked the absolutely mortified cheerleader.