It was easy to find. He had his camera set up by his bedroom window. There were tapes in the drawer of his desk. We brought the camera and tapes out to the breakfast table. I set up the camera while Alice used duct tape to bind his wrists behind the chair. She took off his sneakers and socks, undid his jeans and shorts and pulled them off. She taped his ankles to the front legs of the chair so that his legs were spread. His cock was enlarging as we watched.
"Prof is hung pretty large," I said, admiring his growing member. It hardened as we watched into a sizeable penis, both in length and girth.
Alice whistled softly. "Never mind his dick. Time's a wastin." She leaned over and took some items from her briefcase. "Put on your mask," she said. I put my black hair under the blonde pigtail wig and put the black eye mask on so that my eyes were covered. Alice put on her black wig and black eye mask. We laughed at each other when we saw the results. "We look pretty sinister," she said.
The prof gurgled a little and raised his head. "What the hell," he managed to murmur.
"Yeah, what the hell," I laughed, imitating his voice. He frowned at me. Then he noticed his video camera. "Yeah, that's right. The shoe's on the other foot, except you have neither on," I said, pointing to his bare feet. He realized he was bound to the chair and that he was naked below the waist. His member angled out like a flagstaff without a flag.
"Release me instantly," he demanded.
"Before you what?" Alice asked. "By the way, say anything you like. Later we'll dub your voice in, demanding us to punish you." She smiled demurely, cocking her head in that way she has.
He bounced around a little in his chair, testing his bonds. He looked down and noticed his dick was hard but growing softer.
"Shall I turn the camera on, Mistress?" I asked Alice.
"Please do," she said, assuming her role as the dominating school mistress. She stepped over and held the professor's cock in one hand and slapped it several times with the other. It grew harder almost instantly. She smiled and took a seat in front of his chair but facing ninety degrees away. She pointed at me. "You've been a very bad girl. Are you ready for your spanking?"
I nodded, assuming an air of shame and humiliation. We had rehearsed all the moves during our war council but had never actually acted them out. It was surprising to me how easy it was. I enjoyed the little drama, the fantasy, and later I learned that Alice did too. After I started the camera, I laid down on her lap facing the bound prof. His rigid cock was not too far from my face. He looked down at me with a mixture of horror and lust. I put one finger in my mouth, pouting like a little girl.
There was a large decorative mirror on the wall behind me. The camera was to my right pointed at the prof and Alice in her outfit. My butt was out of the frame. We wanted to blackmail the prof, not make a porno film. Later I would regret that, remembering the stimulus the prof's original film had provided.
"Please don't do this," he whimpered. "I'll be ruined if anyone sees this tape." Alice just chuckled as she lifted the hem of my plaid skirt so that he could see the reflection of my white pantie-clad butt in the mirror. His dick throbbed, reaching full volume and turning bright red.
"You acted irresponsibly and now you will pay the price," she said. I reached around and covered my butt with my hands. "No, no," Alice said, moving my hands away. "You've been a bad girl and you must be punished."
"But I couldn't sit down for a whole day the last time you spanked me, Mistress," I said, assuming a little girl pout.
SMACK, she answered. I jumped, a little surprised at the ferocity of Alice's slap on my naked open butt. She spanked me several times until the heat from the pink skin where her palm landed spread all the way to my face. The prof's dick jumped each time her hand landed on my butt. I had never been spanked before and I had to admit to myself that I rather liked it. My cunt was leaking so much that the prof and Alice could see the wetness on my pantie crotch.
"You are really a bad girl," Alice said. "Now look what you've done to your panties." She grabbed the waistband and pulled them all the way down to my ankles. My naked glistening cunt was exposed for both of them to see in the mirror. My butt was so hot that I spread my legs as far apart as my fallen panties would let me. The cool air kissed my slick folds. A large drop of cum appeared on the end of the prof's rigid tool. He groaned and closed his eyes but opened them back up quickly. Alice ran her cool fingers over my pink butt cheeks, paused at my asshole and then ran one finger down my crack to my clit. It was my turn to groan.
"Spank me some more, Mistress?" I pleaded quietly. She answered with some more open-handed smacks right on my wet cunt. I responded by raising my butt and spreading my legs so that I could receive the full force of her ministrations. I looked at the prof. If I didn't know better, I would have thought that he came without anyone touching his penis, his flow was so profuse. There was a puddle of his come on the chair. "You want me to touch your cock, don't you, prof?" I asked him.
He just nodded, the sweat making his balding forehead wet. "No," Alice said with that stern tone in it that she used to assert her authority. "No come for him until he is thoroughly punished, and maybe not then. Get up, sweetie."
I rose from her lap and reached for my panties. "No, leave those off," Alice commanded. She rose from her chair and laid down on the floor in front of the whimpering prof. Her feet were toward him. "Bring me a pillow from the couch." I did as she bid and she placed it under her head. "Now face the old fart and kneel down over my face."
Of course I knew the plan. But to watch her take the role of the commanding bitch and the effect on the now almost all wet, especially the end of his red throbbing cock, professor, was almost hysterically funny. I surpressed my mirth and did as she told me to. The resulting plateau was mostly out of view of the camera but the future video audience would know what was happening without really seeing the details. The prof's face and body would manifest all too evidently the view in front of him.
As I kneeled over my friend and mistress, a drop of my copious come dripped on to her forehead. She put her hands on my thighs and positioned my cunt directly over her mouth. Subsequently, my anus was above her nose. "Raise your skirt so that he will be able to see your punishment," she commanded me. As I raised my skirt, I lowered my dripping cunt on to Alice's willing mouth. When my redhot clit reached her tongue, I felt a bolt of lightning shoot up my belly and out the top of my head. I screamed. After I realized what I had done, I thought, the hell with the neighbors. The prof was groaning so loudly that I'm sure the neighbors with good ears who were listening could hear him too.
Alice was so worked up that she devoured my wet pussy like ice cream on a hot day. My breasts were on fire. I unbuttoned my blouse and pushed my bra over the top of my breasts. My breasts might be A cup but my nipples get really hard and large when I'm aroused. Holding up my skirt with one hand, I pinched and pulled on my nipples as I watched the prof suffer. He thrust forward with his hips as if he were fucking our phantoms.
Alice raised her knees and pulled her dress up over her legs and belly. She was wearing no panties. Her blonde cunt, dripping come and gaping open, aroused even deeper groans from the poor prof. While she gobbled my cunt, she played with the fold of her own cunt. She pulled her labia out to the side and put her two index fingers inside her wet pussy. I wanted to eat her so badly but that was not part of our prearranged scenario. She had brought me to orgasm so many times already and I was not complaining. When I heard her pussy gulping air, I knew she had come too.
We had all come except the prof. Too bad. I rolled off of Alice and kissed her. She was wet from my come and our tongues played in my juices. I felt her getting hotter and then she put a stop to our play. "Turn off the camera now. It's time to say adeiu," she said.
The sweating prof moaned and shook his head back and forth. "You want to get off, prof?" Alice asked him. He nodded vigorously. "Too bad. You were very naughty during the negotiations. Just be glad we are only taking your tapes and leaving the camera."
We rose and straightened our clothes, gathered our things. Alice stood by the prof. "I'm going to release one of your wrists, professor. If you're smart, you'll keep all this to yourself. By the time you get loose, we'll be gone, and so will the tapes." She leaned close to his ear. "And don't piss me off or it will be worse next time."
