They made quick work of rinsing off the dishes and putting them in the dishwasher before returning to the living room. Carl excused himself to the bedroom for a while after dinner and Selena just assumed he was in the bathroom. Instead, he returned with a small velvet bag in his hand. He sat on the other segment of the large sectional couch so that he was at an angle to Selena. She wondered what he was up to now and found that the prospect of what he might do to her next excited her.
Carl pushed a button on the TV remote and it switched over to what Selena assumed was the DVD player. The screen flooded with the image of a young, large-breasted blonde. She was propped against oversized pillows on a dark red satin ensconced bed. She wore nothing but a bra and thong, topped off by a garter belt and thigh highs. The ensemble was completed by a red hot pair of fuck me stilettos.
Selena watched as she pulled down the cups of her demi bra and began fondling her breasts. She darted a glance in Carl’s direction and, just as expected, he was watching her reaction. Selena felt herself flush. She supposed she shouldn’t be embarrassed by something as simple as watching a woman touching herself on video after what she had been doing with Carl the past 24 hours or so, but she was.
Why he was making her watch this was beyond her comprehension. It wasn’t like he or she had any problem getting revved up for sex. She continued to watch as the woman ran her hands along her curves and into her panties. She closed her eyes and leaned back into the pillows as her hand massaged her pussy beneath the fabric of her sheer thong, moaning slightly.
Selena didn’t find it very exciting and noted that the camera work didn’t seem very professional. It looked like it might be some sort of amateur porno. Why did Carl even have this? She’d seem better porn on Skinemax after midnight.
The woman continued masturbating for a while and then Selena heard a man’s voice. It was somewhat distorted, as if it were muffled somehow, but he was telling her to take off her panties so that he could have a better view. She did as he told her, sliding out of her bra at the same time. She resumed her position on the bed; her legs spread wide open to reveal her cleanly shaven pussy. The man told her he wanted to see her squirt and she smiled a bit.
Selena watched as the woman began rapidly rubbing her clit, her moans escalating to almost a shriek. Within moments, she began spraying drops of fluid outward everywhere. Selena stared as the woman flooded the dark fabric in front of her with her fluids. “Wow,” Selena exclaimed. She looked at Carl, who was still studying her face while she watched the video. “Is she peeing?” she asked with a wrinkled nose.
“No, she’s squirting. Some women do it with intense stimulation and she can make herself squirt on a whim,” he said.
Selena nodded, still not sure she understood. She was also wondering how he knew. How many videos of this woman did he have, or was he just guessing based on this one? She turned back toward the video. The woman was no longer on the bed. Selena wasn’t sure if she had missed the transition or if it had just skipped to another part.
The woman was now completely naked and barefoot. Her wrists were shackled to a chain that disappeared toward the ceiling over her head and her toes barely touched the ground. Selena watched as a man in a black mask approached her with two clamps that he placed on her nipples. She gasped loudly as they snapped into place and the man twisted them slightly with his hands.
He walked away for a moment and when he returned, he had what looked like some sort of odd looking stool that he placed between her legs and appeared to lock into the floor.
Selena squirmed a little on the couch. She found that she was a bit intriqued by what was happening. He reached somewhere to the side and retrieved a large dildo with a suction base and put it on the top of the stool, positioning it just under her body. Then he stepped off camera again and Selena heard the sounds of chains moving.
He must have been operating a pulley of some sort that lowered the woman onto the dildo. She watched as the latex phallus slowly disappeared inside of her. As it disappeared completely, she heard the woman let out a loud groan. The chains stopped and she was just dangling there, impaled by the fake cock. Selena watched, puzzled for a moment.
Then she heard a whirling sound as some sort of mechanism kicked into place and the top of the weird looking stool began to move downward slowly. It continued downward until all but the head of the dildo was visible. Then it stopped. There was a brief pause before it began moving back upward. Selena suddenly understood. She watched as the contraption began to move up and down, at first slowly, but then faster and faster until it was fucking the woman hard and fast.
The woman’s big breasts bounced up and down as the dildo slammed into her to the hilt, over and over. Selena found watching the woman and listening to the high pitched squeals she was emitting each time the dildo hit bottom somehow erotic. She began to shift a bit on the couch. She knew Carl was watching but she didn’t look in his direction. She continued to watch the blonde until she once again began squirting her excitement all over the dildo. Selena could see the wetness coating the insides of her thighs as it ran down toward her knees.
Finally, the mechanism stopped with the woman fully seated on the dildo inside of her. The man moved back into view of the camera and began unlocking the stool thing. He removed it and Selena could see that the dildo was no longer attached. She could see just the bottom section of it between the woman’s legs as he moved beside of her. He turned her body so that she was sideways toward the camera.
Selena was surprised to find she was getting wet watching the video. She watched with rapt attention as the man dropped his pants and pulled the woman back onto his raging hard on, taking her in the ass and using her hips to swing her back and forth as he slid in and out of her. The woman cried out loudly as he fucked her hard and fast. Her screams reached a crescendo, his hips banging into her backside over and over as he slapped her lily white behind with his large hands.
It sounded like he was killing her with his cock and she was loving every inch of it. The man suddenly pulled out and spun her around to face him. He stroked his cock a few more times, priming himself for his impending orgasm. His hand jerked forward one last time as he sprayed a heavy load of cum all over her pretty face and breasts. It was then that Selena noticed it.
The scar that ran down the side of his hand. She had seen it before. She looked over at Carl, at his hand resting on his knee. The masked man in the video was Carl! She suddenly found herself wildly aroused. Carl stopped the video and followed her gaze to his hand.
“Did you enjoy my little presentation, Selena?” he asked. Selena just smiled and nodded her head slightly. “Good, get undressed and get on your knees,” he told her. Selena did as she was told. She had never considered herself one for getting turned on by porn, but she wanted him so badly right now that she could barely think. He pulled a set of clamps from the bag and knelt down toward her, clamping them onto her tender nipples and twisting them as he had in the video.
Selena gasped. The pinching sensation was intense. It hurt, but it was a good kind of pain. He reached further down and clamped another one onto her clit, pulling it forward until she moaned loudly and drew her breath in deeply. Then he walked back toward the couch and stood in front of it as he got undressed, laying his clothes neatly in a pile beside him.
“Crawl to me,” he told her and she did as she was told. Once she had arrived, he reached forward and ran his fingers across her lips.
“You have a beautiful face. Those lips of yours are perfect. I’d like to see them wrapped around my dick,” he said. Selena understood that it was not just an idle comment. She moved forward and began licking the head of his shaft, slowly swirling her tongue around the large head and flicking it back and forth across the vein underneath.
“That’s it, baby. Look at me. I want to see those gorgeous eyes of yours looking at me while your mouth is full of my cock,” he moaned.
Selena did as she was told, teasing his cock until he was like grani
te and barely fit in her mouth. She worked her mouth up and down the length of his shaft, enjoying the way it pulsated against her tongue. His hands found the back of her head and forced her downward, gagging her on his thick piece of meat. He released her for a moment, letting her catch her breath, then shoved her back down.
He kept his hands on the back of her head, guiding her up and down on his cock. Selena made loud gagging and slurping noises as she serviced him. He finally pulled her up, looking down at her flushed face. Selena could feel her eyes watering. Carl pulled her up toward him, bending down to kiss her. His mouth was warm, hungry. She leaned into his kiss until he suddenly pulled away.
“Stand up and turn around,” he told her.
She did as she was told and then found herself being pulled down onto his lap. Her put his hands on her waist and bounced her a little onto his cock as he entered her, then moved his hands up to her breasts, already aching from the clamps that were still in place on them. She winced a little as he pulled at the clamps, twisting them slightly as he began sliding in and out of her wet hole.
He made love to her slowly, easing in and out of her as she rode him in reverse, cowboy style. Soon, his thrusts grew more forceful as he moved his hands around her and twisted the clamp that still rested on her clit. She let out a loud howl as he teased her clit with the clamp, bucking his hips wildly against her as she bounced up and down on his lap. Selena grunted and moaned, letting out a loud shriek similar to the woman on the tape when he suddenly pulled downward with his hand, yanking the clip free from her clit roughly as he filled her with hot, sticky semen.
She stood, letting Carl’s juices flow down the inside of her thighs. He stood and reached behind her, moving his hands to her breasts and taking off the remaining clamps. He massaged her nipples to ease the soreness and bring back the circulation as he kissed the nape of her neck softly. She tilted her head to one side, enjoying his soft lips on her neck. He placed kisses across her shoulder as he cupped her breasts in his hands.
“Go take a shower,” he told her. “I’ll be in there in a minute.”
Selena went to the shower and began cleaning herself up. Carl joined her shortly, washing her back and her hair for her. She stepped out of the shower and began drying off as he finished his own shower. The two of them climbed into bed naked and fell asleep curled up like spoons.
When Selena awoke the next morning, she found that it was daylight and Carl was already up and about. She padded down the hallway naked and found him in the kitchen making pancakes. She could see the sun shining in through the windows.
“Well, good morning gorgeous,” Carl said cheerfully. “Guess what, the roads are clear and the bridge is open. You can go home,” Carl told her.
Selena was a little disappointed, but knew that she needed to get home. It was Saturday and she had things she needed to do there. “That’s good,” she replied. She went back to the bedroom and got dressed to go home.
They sat down at the bar and ate their pancakes together in silence. When they were done, Carl went out and started the car. Selena looked out the window as they made the trip to her house. She was already beginning to wonder what would happen from here. Would this just be a weekend to remember or would she see more of him? She didn’t want to sound like some needy little school girl by asking.
When they arrived at her house, Carl said a very polite goodbye. Selena chalked it up to being afraid that someone might see them. He told her he had enjoyed their amazing weekend and that he would see her in class. Selena thanked him awkwardly and got out of the car, forcing herself not to look back as she made her way to the front door. She leaned against it and sighed heavily as she got inside and closed it behind her.
The rest of the weekend was uneventful. It was just the typical weekend at home, with the exception that Selena found herself drifting off from time to time, reliving her wild weekend with her kinky lit professor. By the time Monday rolled around, he was all she could think about. Her lit class couldn’t get there quick enough for her to see him again.
She arrived early, hoping to see him before class, but he wasn’t there yet. By the time he arrived, there were already some other students arriving. He looked incredible today in a dark green button down shirt and simple pair of khaki pants.
Selena squirmed a little in her seat. Carl was careful not to make eye contact with her in the class. She understood that he couldn’t give away their relationship, but she was disappointed that he didn’t at least give her a nod of some sort.
Once class ended, she hung back a bit in hopes of catching a moment alone with him, but was once again disappointed when other students filed into the classroom. He still made no attempt to call her aside or acknowledge her in any way and she tried to reconcile her understanding with her anger at being ignored.
She picked up her things from her desk and started out the doors with them. She had never paid attention to the other people coming into the classroom for the next class before, but today she had hung back long enough to actually see some of the faces in the next class.
One of them was a buxom young blonde. While Selena had never noticed her before, she was hard to miss today. She had just seen her a couple of nights before in all her glory, straddling a souped up stool that she rode to ecstasy.
This was unfucking believable! The man that had initially resisted her advances when she came onto him because she was a student had been fucking a student before he met her. Selena was guessing she wasn’t the first one. She wondered if he now ignored this one too. Asshole!
Selena pondered this for a bit as she fumed all the way to her next class. She had no idea what the professor was saying as she sat in class, still livid. By the time class was out, she was no longer angry. She just felt stupid. Sure, it had been a great weekend, but the fact she had been nothing special did not sit well with her.
Selena met her roommate at the student union. She had ridden in with her today so that she could drop her off to pick up her Jeep on the way home. They had it fixed for her when she arrived and she hopped in it and headed straight home. Once in her room, she pulled out her school directory and looked through the sorority pictures until she found the blonde. Her name was Christina Church. How wholesome sounding was that?
Selena found her number and sat holding the phone for a moment before calling her. What was she going to say? She had no clue. When Christina answered the phone, she introduced herself and then hesitated for a moment before going on.
“Look, I don’t know how to say this except to just spit it out. I saw a video the other night. I believe it was you and a certain professor in it?” she said. There was complete silence on the other end of the phone. It lasted for more than just a moment or two.
“What do you want?” responded Christina, in a hushed tone.
“I’m not planning on telling anyone, if that is your concern. Let’s just say that we have something in common and I’d like to talk to you in private about it. Do you think you could meet me for lunch tomorrow?” she asked.
Christina agreed to lunch. Selena supposed she was too horrified at being found out not to agree to the meeting. They made plans to meet at an out of the way diner not frequented by many of the students. It wasn’t like they couldn’t be seen together or anything, but they didn’t want to be overheard by anyone that might be within earshot and interested in the nature of their conversation.
Over lunch, Christina told her how her little video had come about. Raised as the daughter of a Baptist minister, she had been quite sheltered before leaving for college. Like many freshmen away from home for the first time, she had wanted to explore all the things that she had never been exposed to in her small puritanical hometown.
When she had met a man online that had seemed different from anyone she had ever known, she become intrigued. He brought out a side of her that she didn’t know existed. She had accepted an invitation to spend a weekend with a stranger.
She had dressed as he told her to dres
s and shown up at an underground club that catered to a wide assortment of fetishes. What he had shown Selena in the video was apparently only a small segment of a three day weekend of carnal exploration.
“Up until you called me, I had not known he videotaped it,” Christina said quietly, hanging her head. “I didn’t even know who he was until well into the first night together when he removed his mask. I tried to end things right then and there, but he talked me into staying. He told me that what was done was done and we might as well enjoy the rest of our stay.”
“But he knew who you were? Were you in his class at the time?” Selena asked.
“Yes, he knew who I was. He didn’t know who he was chatting with online, but I had been in his class for a few weeks at this point. He knew who I was when I showed up for our liaison,” she replied. “I should have been angry, but I was flattered that such an attractive man wanted me and we had already done…things. I wanted to live out the fantasy, I guess. I agreed to continue,” she finished.
“What happened after the weekend was over?” Selena said.
“Nothing. When the weekend ended, so did we. He pretended like it never happened. It made me feel dirty and used and I even wanted to drop his class. Unfortunately, I was already well past the cutoff. I’m stuck there until the end of the semester,” she said, a hint of sadness in her voice.
Selena nodded. She wondered if there were others. How many girls were running around campus like herself and Christina Church?
She was absorbed in her thoughts as Christina spoke again, “Where did you find this video? It’s not on the internet is it?” she asked, the fear in her voice clear.
“Oh, Christina. I’m sorry. It never occurred to me that you might think everyone was going to know this. No, he showed me the video as a kind of…um…foreplay, I guess. I didn’t recognize you until afterward when I saw you walking into his class a few days later,” she said. She explained to Christina about her own tryst with their lit professor.
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