Towel securely around his waist, he sat at his desk, and opened his laptop.
Wednesday was his busiest day of the week. Between a morning class, two afternoon classes, the weekly late afternoon Newman Club trip to St. Thomas' food pantry, the weekly Newman Club meeting-slash-dinner afterwards, and his late-evening gym session, he had little time for leisure until late. Even the shower he usually took after the gym was quick and efficient.
But no matter where he had been today, thoughts of Kayla had sprung up. It had been disconcerting enough to think about her sucking cock while putting soup cans on the food pantry shelves. To do so while sitting across from her at lunch had been even more so, as he had listened to her chatting about her day while imagining her lips wrapped around a meaty shaft.
Usually, after his post-gym shower, he would go hang out with her for the last portion of her shift at the campus café.
But with thoughts of her infidelity swirling in his mind, he found himself not exactly enthused about that idea.
It took him a few minutes to get through his emails. Once he was finished, he sat back in his chair, and finally addressed a burgeoning temptation.
I don't have to watch any more of the video. It's not her. It can't be.
The voice was quickly answered by another voice.
You might as well make sure it's not her. Just watch a little bit more.
He was halfway through the sign of the cross before he stopped, sighing heavily.
Praying about something always seemed to help, whether it was academically related or about a more personal matter.
But now, he felt neither satisfaction nor the sense of security that usually came from the sign of the cross, no sign that prayer would help.
Of course it'll help
, came a stern voice.
It always helps.
How can God help with this?
a second voice spoke up.
God can help with anything.
The second voice did not speak up, but Connor did not need it to. With the sign of the cross unfinished, he opened the email he had received yesterday from Isaiah.
It can't be her...but I should make sure.
'Daddy Makes His Bitch Feel Better' started playing. He felt a heat bloom inside him as he fast-forwarded, trying to ignore the quick glimpses of the parts he had already seen, Kayla baring her body for the camera, letting a stranger finger her, sucking at a big black cock, fitting every inch of it into her throat, kissing at those ebony balls, showing off a fresh batch of semen in her mouth before swallowing it down.
The video reached the part where he had stopped watching.
"I always feel so good when you pound my pussy," came Not-Kayla's voice. "I always cum so hard."
He jumped in surprise, only then realizing that his headphones were not plugged in, and hurriedly paused the video.
Eric was in his room, studying intently, and the volume had not been that high, but Connor's heart raced anyway as he plugged his headphones in. Keeping his towel secure around his waist, he scurried over to the door, and opened it just enough to see out. The common room was empty; a light came from Eric's ajar door on the other side of it.
His heart still racing, Connor closed his door, and sat back down. Once he put his headphones in, he resumed the video.
Not-Kayla was sitting back on her heels, her pert breasts in the middle of the shot, her smooth belly leading to her slick sex. Her eyes were fixed on the camera, that hazel gaze filled with lust.
"Please, Daddy...I need you inside me..."
The sheer desperation in those words made him shudder.
A hand came into the shot to stroke at her cheek.
"Don't worry, baby girl, I'll give you what you need...but first I want to taste you again."
The video cut away, and Connor's cock twitched.
The scene was now being shot from the side. Not-Kayla was on her back on the bed, her hips at the edge, her thighs slung over the stranger's shoulders. The new scene meant that Connor could finally see this stranger, but his face was blocked by one of those thighs. What Connor could see, however, was a fit physique, firm muscles all over a lean frame.
"Ooh, Daddy, yes..."
Not-Kayla squirmed, her hand in the stranger's hair, her back arching, her breasts jiggling slightly to her movement. Her face was turned away from the camera, depriving Connor of a view of her expressions.
The stranger's head bobbed between her legs. A faint slurping sound reached his ears.
"Mm, eat it just like that...fuck, your tongue always feels so good..."
Connor squirmed along with her, his cock quickly starting to tent his towel.
Not-Kayla moaned, her back arching again, and then she turned her head towards the camera.
The look on her face was of empty-headed pleasure. Her eyes were wide, fluttering to the stranger's oral efforts, her mouth gasping open to let out more moans, her tongue occasionally running over her lips. Connor could not help but notice that her natural prettiness was enhanced by that delight, her skin boasting a soft flush, her eyes chock-full of arousal.
"Mm, don't stop...don't stop..."
The stranger moved a hand over her tensing belly to caress at her breasts. She cooed, arching her back intentionally this time into that contact. While his hand was gentle at first, after a few seconds, it began to squeeze assertively, fingers dimpling the mounds.
Connor shuddered, watching that hand knead at her breasts. There was no escaping the contrast of colors, the dark brown of that hand and the pale pink of those breasts at its mercy. His cock throbbed, straining against his towel.
"Eat that little pussy up, ooh yes..."
The crassness of her words made him gulp nervously, a heat crawling over his body.
The slurping sound grew louder, the stranger voracious in his oral appreciation.
"I'm close, don't stop, please, going to cum..."
Her squirming turned into bucking, her hand twining into his hair, her face turning away from the camera. A brief burst of disappointment bloomed in him from the deprivation of that look on her face, but it was quickly followed by shame.
The shame did not last long, however, as his arousal was mounting, leaving space for little else.
"Keep going, keep that tongue going, mm, so close..."
A wordless squeal fell from her seconds later, a wild buck bringing her hips up off the bed. Her head snapped to the side, and Connor's eyes widened at the look on her face, the sheer ecstasy, the glazed-over euphoria, the drunken bliss. There was a dullness to that look, as if there was no intelligence there, only pleasure, her existence narrowed down to just that.
The stranger drew back to let her recover, her breathing settling, her bucking stilling.
After a few more seconds, she glanced down at him, giggling shyly.
The stranger moved up over her, and Connor immediately looked at his face.
Don't recognize him. Although it's not definitive. Not the best angle or picture.
Not-Kayla giggled again as the stranger kissed over her belly, his mouth sliding up steadily, lingering at her breasts, sucking at the stiff nipples, nipping here and there.
The stranger focused on her breasts for a few more seconds before he drew back out of frame, leaving her alone in the shot.
The camera shook slightly, and then moved towards her. She tracked its approach as it rounded the foot of the bed, stopping there to let her dominate the shot from a different angle, that nubile nakedness lounging lazily, her legs raised to let her feet sit on the bed instead of hanging off. A smile tugged at her lips, and she spread her legs, dipping a hand down to her soaked folds.
Soaked is an understatement.
Those folds gleamed lewdly, dappled by a swamp of juices, a few trickles running down over her taint. She slipped a few fingers into the slit, finding more wetness there, more trickles oozing out. Her eyes drifted from above the camera to below it, aiming an adoring gaze at what must have been that big black cock.
She's never once looked at me like that.
The camera moved closer, taking her face out of frame, and bringing her sex closer to the center.
