"Aggghhhh!" Scott moaned as he shot his cum into the soft warm mouth of his wife, Melissa. They'd just finished watching the tape he'd made earlier that day of him fucking one of his students up the ass in exchange for a better grade.
"Oh my God! That was fucking fantastic!"
His paralyzed wife smiled and licked the corners of her mouth. Melissa had lost the use of the lower half of her body in a car accident 4 years ago, but she really knew how to use the half she still had. When the accident first happened, Scott and Melissa had assumed that their sex life together was over. However, during a very candid conversation, Melissa had confessed that she didn't mind him have sex with other women as long as she could watch a video of it later. Her sex organs may not work anymore, but her sexy mind did and still craved stimulation.
"When are you going to see her again?"
"Don't know. Whenever she needs a better grade. Definitely by finals, perhaps sooner. Why? You want to see more?"
"Yeah, maybe you should just keep a video camera in your office."
Scott was surprised. "Exactly how often do you think I'm fucking co-eds in my office?"
"I don't know, but you better start doing it more. This stuff is great!"
"She was quite a hotty." Scott smiled sitting on the bed.
"Honey." Melissa continued after looking away for a moment. Scott noticed a slight blush on her cheeks. "Do you think Rachel or one of the others would come here?"
"What do you mean?"
"Come here and let me watch."
"You mean we fuck in front of you?" Scott could feel his spent cock stirring.
"Yeah. Do you think she would?"
"Rachel wouldn't – no way, but someone else might. It'll take me some time to set it up."
"Okay," Melissa said. "Just keep the tapes coming in the meantime."
Scott just grinned at her and nodded.
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Scott sat in his office a few days later absentmindedly rubbing his cock through his pants while he considered how to meet this new demand from his wife. No way Rachel would do it. In fact, if she found out about the tape she'd probably sue Scott. Melissa seemed to think there was a steady stream of co-eds floating through his office all dying to have sex with him. Really there were only one or two a year. Scott's mind wandered over the more memorable ones from the last few years. Sally, Roxanne, Lydia who lived to give head, Jessica. Jessica hadn't hasted very long. It always felt like she'd a had sandpaper twat. Angie – inexperienced, but eager. Briget who preferred to be called Star and claimed to be a priestess for Mother Earth or some weird thing.
"Star." He whispered. Star would do it. They had parted on good terms and she was still at the college. She was getting her Masters in comparative religion. Plus, she was unbelievable in bed. Not only would she do it, but they'd put on a hell of a show.
He stopped playing with his cock and pulled the computer keyboard toward him. He shot off and email to Star asking her to stop by his office day after tomorrow toward the end of the day. That done, he turned to his real work of grading papers. His freshman class had written term papers analyzing "The Rape of the Lock" by Alexander Pope. Almost all of the students missed the deeper symbols and themes. Scott sighed to himself, Freshmen. He plowed through a bit more than half of them and came to a paper by a girl named Penny. She had skated through the main points until she got the last section. She spent the last third of her paper on the line, "Better he'd picked some other hairs." She quickly figured out that Pope is talking about pubic hair. She develops the point until she can claim that Pope's heroine had rape fantasies. She hints that all women of the Restoration Era had rape fantasies because the society was so repressed. Scott licked his lips as he wrote a scathing critique of her reasoning and gave her a barely passing grade. That should get her into his office licketly split. She might not put out in her first visit, but he was betting she would eventually. He was grinning as he finished grading the papers.
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"This 8am class shit has GOT to end." Star muttered as she propped her eyes open to stare at her laptop's screen. She had just sat down in her carrole, kind of a lockable cubical for grad students in the Comparative Religions department. She'd already taught her 8am class and it was about 10:00am. She took a swig from her Starbucks coffee and opened her email. There was some spam. A few desperate emails from students who were stalled on their papers. They were looking for help or extensions or both. One email was from her Thesis supervisor and one was from Professor Scott.
Star clicked on that email with a smile spreading across her face. That affair had been SO MUCH FUN. Scott was the one lover who was exactly in step with her. The affair had started as light casual fun for both of them and had stayed that way. Plus he was a dynamite lover.
His email was short; just asking her to come by his office late in the day tomorrow.
Well, that can only mean one thing, she thought. Scott must be looking to get laid. Her hand had casually unsnapped and unzipped her pants. Her legs unfolded and her right hand slipped into her panties. Her fingers slipped around the folds of her labia to her pussy and clit. She closed her eyes and relived the last time she and Scott had fucked.
Star's left hand opened up her blouse and lifted her breast out of her bra as she remembered the end of the year faculty farewell party. She was there with her partner at the time who was on the Philosophy department faculty. At one point Scott caught her either coming or going to the bathroom and dragged her into an empty office. Suddenly they were giggling and kissing and pulling off their clothes. She was pressed against the door with her panties and stockings around her ankles and her skirt around her waist. Scott's arms were wrapped around her waist; his hands on her ass cheeks. His pants were dropped to the floor and his cock was looking for her pussy. At once, she jumped up a little and he lifted her a bit and suddenly he was up her pussy. Braced against the door with her legs wrapped around his thighs, arms locked around his neck, Star bit her lips to keep from crying out in ecstasy.
"Did you cum already, you little slut?" Scott whispered into her ear.
"You bet I did." She had whispered back and she whispered it again in her carrolle. She had her fingers up her VERY wet pussy and her thumb tickling her clit. Her left hand was gripping her breast and pinching her nipple. Her hips were thrusting forwards as she lost herself in memory.
Scott had chuckled into her hair as he slammed his cock up her pussy. The force of his thrust slammed her shoulders and head into the door. She could feel the tension in his muscles as he held her off the floor. She was so excited she had to bite his shoulder to keep from crying out loud. God, it was wonderful. She was building up to the mother of all orgasms. She hoped she could keep quiet.
