Madison’s Changing Life - Copied

[hirarandi]

This class ended, and another one started, again, no vibrations, nothing to distract me. I was getting used to the vibrator sitting deep in my pussy, it was becoming part of me, becoming normal almost, as weird as that sounds. Suddenly the day was drifting into some kind of a routine. If it wasn't for the antenna occasionally rubbing against my thigh I wouldn't have even known what was going on. My life truly had changed at this point.
The class ended, and the next one entered, the last one for the day, and this one included Jess. When I saw her walk in she gave me a big smile and I replied with a small one. I was reminded that I agreed to see her after class to discuss her paper. It was strange considering the paper wasn't due for a month, but she seemed like she was working on it now, so who was I to deny a student, even though deep down something just didn't seem right. If I could go back in time I would do anything I could to stop her from finding my bra and making things as awkward as they were.
As the class went on the more I noticed Jess looking up at me. Her eyes constantly rose from her desk and looked at me. The more I noticed the more she didn't seem to hide it anymore. Even when I was turned around, or at my desk I could feel her gaze on me. It was weird, but also, there was something about it. Having someone watching me so closely without even trying to hide it, was different. As much as it confused me, I felt a little turned on by it, being an object to someone. I know the blackmailer could watch me too, but it was different, they seemed so distant, like they weren't even a person.
Eventually the bell rang for the end of class, and the end of the day, and that meant it was time to meet with Jess. The students all funnelled out of the class until it was only her and me left, I sat down at my desk as she walked up towards me and sat down on a chair opposite me.
"Thanks for seeing me Miss Edwards, I REALLY appreciate it!" Jess started with a lot of energy.
"No problem Jess, I'm glad to help..." as I said it I felt like I should say something about the bra incident, it just seemed like it was hanging over everything, making everything awkward, like a cloud that just never quite rained. "Listen... Jess... I just wanted to say that... I'm sorry about the whole... you know... thing the other day." I blushed, there was just no stopping it. She saw it too, I could tell just by looking at her.
"Oh, it's no problem Miss Edwards, I was happy to help. I'm just happy you got your bra back... it looked really nice... I'm sure you didn't want to lose it..." Jess said with a smile. It was unnerving, and I felt my cunt moisten again.
"Well... thanks Jess... I appreciate it... I just, you know, maybe it can be our secret?"
"Of course Miss Edwards, no problem!" She replied right away while reaching out and touching my hand.
"Well... good... OK... thanks..." I started before finally changing the subject. It was obvious Jess had an ulterior motive. Could it be to get her grads improved? Maybe that's why we were meeting, so she could blackmail me into giving her a passing grade without actually doing the work. Suddenly it all made sense. "So, you said you wanted to talk about your upcoming paper?"
"Yes Miss Edwards, I just have a few questions if that's OK?" 
I expected the first question to be quick and to the point, give me an A or I tell the principle. But it never came. Instead her questions were actually about the assignment, about how to do it better, how to structure the work. And as I listened to her questions, feeling like an actual teacher for a moment, the buzzing started. 
I could feel the vibrator turn on deep inside my cunt. I immediately shifted in my chair and let out a little moan.
"Miss Edwards... are you OK?"
"Yes... just... ummmm a little tired. Please continue Jess." It took all of my strength to not push my chair back, spread my legs and start to rub my clit. I had been waiting to get off all day, and now, of all times and places this is where the asshole decides to turn on the vibrator again. Fucker.
I squeezed my legs together and tried to focus, I started to roll my chair back and forth slightly, enjoying the gentle feeling it made on my pussy.
"Miss Edwards, are you sure you're OK?" 
My face was getting red, I swore I could hear the gentle buzz coming from me in the almost empty room. Could Jess?
"Yes, of course Jess..."
"Ummmm OK, so, how do you think I can make my writing better? Like how do you think I can get other people to like it more?"
Since there was no way I could concentrate I just started talking, hoping that it made sense.
"Well Jess... sometimes you need to think about... ummm... oh... ummm...what others will think about your writing... uhhhh... the situation... the plot... the characters... what they do... uhhhh... oh...ghh... ummmmm," it was getting so hard to concentrate, so hard not just to moan and swear and get off, but I held it together, barely, "you need to make your audience interested... ummm... they have to want to keep reading."
A moment passed that seemed like an eternity until Jess finally spoke.
"Hmmmm, OK Miss Edwards, so I need to think about the person reading what I write, and make sure that they will be interested in it... I think I understand. Thanks Miss Edwards!"
"No problem Jess... anything else you need?"
"Nope! That's good... thanks so much! See you at the next class!" Jess got up from her chair and smiled at me. It suddenly seemed like she couldn't wait to get out of there, it was definitely a strange meeting. Regardless though my pussy was dripping, and I had to do something about it.
It seemed like as soon as Jess left the vibrations got stronger, I let out a loud moan as I pushed my chair back from my desk and spread my legs. My hand darted under my skirt and began to rub my clit hard. I knew I wasn't supposed to cum, I remembered the message, but I wanted it so badly, I was losing control.
I slipped two fingers into my cunt beside the vibrator and started to fuck myself with them, my other hand coming down and picking up the pace on my clit. "Oh fuck..." I moaned as I felt the vibrations rush through my body. I was so horny, so turned on I didn't know what to do. I knew there would be some kind of punishment if I came now, but how could I stop myself? I had a vibrator in my pussy all day in college, the whole thought of it was slutty, and whoreish and amazing, and it made me so wet. I just had to get off here in my class. I slipped a third finger in.
For the next few minutes I fucked myself harder and harder, rubbing my clit, pinching it, flicking it, it all felt so good. As I continued to fuck myself I had a strange feeling that someone was watching, you know that sense you have when eyes are peering at you. I brushed it off though as I knew it was just the fucking blackmailer watching me however they do it. The reality was that being watched actually was turning me on more, somehow this blackmailer was making me enjoy this, and I hated them. The anger started to flow through me and fuel my fucking, I rammed my fingers into my cunt even harder. 
Within moments I felt an orgasm wash over my. My body shaking. "OH YESS..." I said hoping no one would hear me. My head fell back over the back of the chair as my hands flopped to the side of the chair. The vibration in my pussy continued for a few minutes, letting my orgasm continue and roll over my body, until it finally turned off. As my brain started to come back to reality I still felt the feeling that someone was watching me. I turned my head towards the door and saw it click closed. My eyes widened and panic set over me like a hurricane.
I jumped up from my chair, pulling my skirt down and rushed over to the door, pulling it open and looking from left to right down the hall. Was someone watching me? Did I just get caught masturbating in my classroom? Is my life over? Did I finally ruin everything? I closed the door and fell back against it, standing there, my hands over my face, a tear ran down my cheek. What the fuck did I just do?
After a few minutes of contemplating my life I walked back to my desk to gather my things, trying to hold myself together. I picked up my phone and checked my messages. Of course there was one.
Message: I TOLD YOU NOT TO CUM
Message: NOW YOU WILL BE PUNISHED
Message: LUCKY FOR YOU I'M BUSY RIGHT NOW
And that was it. The messages didn't even phase me, my mind was still reeling from the door situation. I started to think about other options. Was I imagining it? Maybe it was a breeze that shut the door? Did Jess not shut the door when she left? Did I hear it click closed? I could feel my heart starting to pound faster. I was sure that as soon as I walked out of the room I would be confronted, I'd be fired, I'd be escorted out of the building, but when I opened the door there was no one there, just an empty hallway.
I continued to walk towards the door of the college, looking back behind my every few steps to see if someone was following me. I was paranoid now. Was this a trick by the blackmailer? I walked past the office and all of the lights were off. I continued outside to my car and saw Sam waiting beside it. Fuck, I completely forgot I had to drive me him.
"Sorry honey! I got held up, a student needed some help!" I said as I walked closer to the car.
"It's fine mom... are you OK?"
I realized my face was red from a mix of cumming and fear. I didn't know how to make it stop.
"Ya, I'm fine! Ready to go home?" 
"Yep," Sam replied while getting into the car.
"Where's Emma?" I asked sitting in the driver's seat and closing the door.
"Oh, she said she would be home later, she had to do something, I don't know," Sam answered before going back to looking at his phone.
The ride home was silent, and when we returned I quickly retreated upstairs to take a shower. I had to wash everything off of me, the worry, the paranoia, the sex. I pulled the vibrator out of my pussy and washed it off before putting it in my room. I let the water wash over me as I stood in the shower, part of my brain thinking about how good the vibrator felt today, and the other part battling with thoughts about the blackmailer, the door, Jess, Tina. Everything was getting out of hand, everything was piling on top of each other and my life was getting harder and harder to manage, to keep track of, to hide.
After my shower I threw on a pair of sweatpants and a hoodie, I was in no mode to feel anything but comfy at that point. I was also in no mood to cook so I ordered some pizza and went downstairs, falling on the couch and laying down. I knew the bastards camera could see me, but I didn't care, I didn't even bring my phone down with me. Eventually Sam joined me, and soon after the food arrived.
"Emma didn't say when she would be home did she?" I asked Sam as I took another bite of my food.
"No, she just said she had something to do," he replied, turning his gaze back to the TV.
For the next hour we sat and watched TV in silence, I didn't know what he was thinking about, but my mind was going around in circles. I felt so tired, so helpless, so confused. Everything was changing, everything was getting harder to control. I was exhausted.
Eventually the front door opened and Emma walked in. Dbangd over one shoulder was her college bag, and in the other hand was a black plastic bag. My eyes widened. Maybe Sam didn't know what it was, what it meant, but I did. It was obvious that she had gone to a sex shop after college. To buy what? I didn't know.
"Hey Emma..." I said with my eyes locked on the bag. 
"Hey," she replied with obvious attitude, throwing her bag down on the couch before walking into the kitchen to get a drink.
My eyes looked across the room to the other couch and tried peering into the black bag. I was trying to figure out what was inside it but couldn't quite make it out.
A few moments later Emma returned, grabbed the pizza box which had a couple of slices left, grabbed her bags and headed up stairs.
"I'll be in my room," were the only words she spoke before she disappeared.
I watched a bit more TV with Sam before heading upstairs myself. With my room being beside Emma's it was more than obvious what she was doing. Through the walls I could hear a low buzzing sound and moans that grew and subsided over time. I looked at my phone, no messages. I tried to read a book but couldn't concentrate with the sounds ringing in my ears. Before I knew it my hand was in my pants slowly rubbing my clit to my daughters masturbation. It was sick and dirty, and part of me loved it. There was no denying it, even though I tried to hate it. This is what my life was now.