I queued up the video again, smiling to myself. I didn't know the petit blonde undergrad on her knees, but the man I knew well. A senior faculty member in the Department of Philosophy, he long had a reputation for screwing his students, both figuratively and literally. But the video was certainly evidence of the latter. Further, the young woman in this particular scene was the 18-year old daughter of the chair of the College's Board of Trustees. As the small erect cock slipped between her lips, I took pleasure in both the size of his small member and his coming downfall.
My name is Jason Warwick and nailing Professor Robert Mitchell's hide to the wall had been one of my goals since assuming the presidency of Maccalester College the year before. I loved being a college president, especially at Maccalester. We are a small elite college in the northeast, attracting the best and the brightest, and as it turns out, most of those are young women. Nearly 70% of our student body was female, both bright and beautiful, and that is never a bad thing. Those young women were not only attracted to the prestige of our college, but its faculty as well. And our faculty were a mirror of our student body – primarily progressive women with degrees from Ivy League schools that enjoyed our college and its location in New England. As a man in his forties, relatively fit, and not bad looking, being surrounded by students and faculty that are bright, beautiful and female was a major plus. Since I tend to be something of a dominant alpha, it was so much the better.
I was the one who had ordered the small cameras installed in Bob's office over the summer. And thus far, I was the only one who had enjoyed viewing his conquests. That was about to change however. I flipped the button on the intercom and called for Jenny.
One of my two assistants, Jen was a junior at the college majoring in the biological sciences with an eye toward medical school after graduation. Lithe and lean, with auburn hair that fell down her back, she loved the outdoors and her taut body reflected it. When I first interviewed her, I knew she would be the one. Conservatively dressed that day wearing a soft gray skirt, white blouse, and sheer stockings, with her hair pulled back, I was immediately attracted to her. I was startled at my own arousal during the interview – I was acutely aware it was a reaction to her somewhat submissive demeanor. It was not long after I hired her that I made clear my full set of expectations, and I relished those first few afternoons spent fucking her savagely and further instructing her as to her duties.
As she entered, I told her to close the door behind her, a statement that brought a slight smile to her face – it meant she was about to experience some of her more personal duties. I'd spent the morning watching young women perform sexual favors after all. I turned in my chair and clicked the split screen on. Four separate video sequences, one in each corner of the screen, all with the same man, Professor Robert Mitchell, and four different young women, in different stages of undress, but all on their knees between his thighs. I nodded at the screen and Jen first noticed it and I could see the surprise register on her face.
"I don't know all the students on the campus, Jen, but these are particularly intriguing to me now. I know one of these young women, I'm wondering if you might know the rest? And if you do, what can you tell me about them?"
"Do you mean something other than their names and the fact that they're all little cunts?" she asked.
I looked at her with surprise. It was unlike her. "That would be a start, but yes please, a little more information than that."
I watched each of the young women across the four screens as their heads asynchronously bobbed up down the short stiff member in each screen. I know Jen noticed as I reached down and adjusted the growing erection in my pants. I stood up, walked around the desk, wrapped my arms around her lithe frame, firmly cupping her left breast in my hand, pressing my hard cock against her lower back, and growled in her ear, "I also want to know why you think they're such little cunts. Let's start with the young woman in the top right corner of the screen."
She pressed back against me, grinding against my rigid prick, starting her recital. "All come from wealthy backgrounds and think they can do as they please. I'm surprised you don't know them - they do everything together and are involved in all the campus activities. It's all a sham of course, since they only want to bolster their application packets for grad school. Gina is in the top right corner. Regina Groves. I hear she's already been accepted to several Ivy law schools. A major bitch. Trisha Campbell is in the lower right corner – she's in my philosophy of ethics class - as if she would know an ethical act if one fell on her."
I pinched her nipple hard through the thin blouse at that, enjoyed her low moan, and pressed her forward against my desk. My cock was rigid now and it didn't take me long to unbutton her blouse and drop it to the floor. I required Jen to go braless in the office, and I teased her nipple with my fingers. I growled in her ear again "Go on."