"It'll work, Shawn. Swear to God."
Shawn Graber stared at his roommate, Rob and wondered if the dude had totally lost his mind. "Dude, you need to seriously take some time off from surfing the Internet. Your brain is fried."
"No, dude. I'm really serious."
He let out a loud sigh, closing his Macro Economics book and turning to face him. "Okay, Shawn. Tell me about this miraculous scam."
"It's not a scam." He dashed to his side of the dorm room and brought over a large manila envelope, upending its contents on his roommate's notes. "Check it out."
A DVD and a handbook fell out and Shawn picked up the latter, reading the title:
How To Make Any Woman Do What You Want
. "Rob, are you serious?"
"Dude, all you do is watch the disk and it happens."
"Yeah, right."
Seeing his disbelief, Rob moved in close and whispered, "I did Robin Murphy last week."
Shawn's jaw dropped. Robin Murphy was one of the most beautiful women on campus and was last year's Homecoming Queen. "No way!"
"Way!" The excitement of sharing his secret shined in his eyes. "And I can prove it, too." Rob launched himself into a frenzy, hooking his video camera up and attaching the S-video cord to the TV set. Static filled the screen and then, a beautiful blonde came into focus, her pupils wide in blue eyes and a silly smile plastered on her face. Rob voice murmured instructions from the background. "Tell everyone who you are."
"Hi, everyone." Robin waved at the camera, her voice robotic. "My name is Robin."
"Very good." The camera swung around to the bed and again, Rob's disembodied voice floated into the picture. "Now, take your pajamas off and get on the bed." The camera jerked as he put it on its stand and stood just out of focus. Robin removed her windbreaker, then pulled her pajama top off. Her hard-nippled D cups swayed gently as she reached for the waistband of her bottoms and slid them down. "Oh, yeah. That's great!" Robin smiled slightly, tossing her pajamas away and climbing onto the bed. "Spread your legs for me, Robin and show everyone how wet your pussy is for my cock."
Shawn watched in absolute amazement as the delectable Robin Murphy turned her legs towards the camera, opened her legs and slipped two impeccably-manicured nails into her trimmed quim. The dark pink petals glistened with cum and she squeezed her inner muscles, making a small river of creamy fluid exit her hole and drip down between her ass cheeks.
"Okay, Robin. Time to make old Rob feel good." Rob got on his knees, his side to the camera, giving a silhouette of his short but hard prick. The girl bent between his legs and Shawn watched as she greedily slobbed his knob, her pink tongue licking and her cheeks flexing with the suction she applied to his rod. Noises followed, Rob alternately encouraging, then urging her in her cocksucking until he gently pushed her back. "You're a fantastic cocksucker." Shawn cooed, stroking the soft globes of her breasts and bending to taste her rosy nipples.
At his direction, she laid on her back and opened her creamy thighs to him, wrapping her arms around her as his cock sunk deep into her pink hole. Both of them groaned and Shawn began pumping her like a gorilla in heat. It only took seconds before he was cumming, grunting her name as she whimpered through her own orgasm. Sweaty and wearing the largest shit-eating grin on his face, Rob extracted himself from her grasp and the screen filled with static again.