Much to my chagrin, this pattern of behavior repeated itself over the course of the next few weekends. Lela would show up on Friday afternoon, and book into the Holiday Inn. Every Friday night, after our ethics class, John would leave in Samantha's car, and I would head over to Lela's room, in my grey sweatpants and no underwear. Upon entering the hotel room Lela would allow me to kiss her for a few minutes, which always got my juices flowing.
Then, under the guise of teaching me exactly how to pleasure John should my name get called, Lela and I watched porn together. I am not sure of the Catholic Church's stance on pornography, but Lela justified it as part of my ongoing education.
"Besides," she would say, whenever the subject of religion reared its ugly head, "we are not watching pornography with the intent of self-gratification. We are watching specific sex-acts to improve your performance, and to align it with John's expectations."
The sex-acts themselves were extremely specific, and Lela limited my viewing to rim-jobs, and edging blowjobs. Lela had mentioned the Klixen website the first time that we discussed the possibility of me being John's primary sexual outlet, and this seemed like as good a place to start as any. The Klixen girls are not stereotypical pornstars, in the sense of being skinny, huge-breasted, platinum blondes. Rather depicted as the girl next door type, they focus on slow, teasing edging blowjobs, performed by one, two, or occasionally even three extremely submissive women.
I loved watching those girls bring a man to the edge of insanity, for thirty minutes or more, before finally allowing him release. They were unlike any blowjob videos I had ever seen before, in that in most cases the women didn't take the head of the penis between their glossed lips. The orgasms were phenomenally powerful, and were often telegraphed by the expulsion of pre-cum immediately prior to the final explosion. Most impressively, they were induced solely by the girl's tongue running up and down the frenulum, after a protracted cock and ball worship session.
I would be rock-hard as I watched these videos, or "tutorials" as Lela referred to them. Lela would ask for my thoughts after each clip, and while I fantasized about being the recipient of such a pamper session, I was required to phrase my thoughts as if I were the person giving the cock-worship experience.
"I love how hard you get thinking about doing this for John," Lela would say with a giggle, as she stroked my erection through the fabric of my sweats. "Make sure we keep track of your favorite scenes."
Lela would allow me to kiss her as we watched the Klixen pornography clips, and there was some over the clothing fondling permitted, which inevitably caused me to soil the front of my sweats. Once Lela had teased me into a heavy-breathing, trembling, sweaty mess, she would allow me to dry-hump her. Lela would lay on her back on the hotel bed and invite me to climb on top of her. We both knew that my climax would take mere seconds, but Lela loved to wrap her toned legs around my lower back, place her moist lips against my earlobe, and ask me questions about what we had just viewed.
"I like the way the young redhead nibbled his nutsack for several minutes before she even touched his shaft," Lela teased as we rocked slowly together in unison. "I will show that clip to John. Can I give John my assurance that you will do that for him?"
It never took me very long to explode inside my sweatpants, the combination of hours of watching porn, and the physical stimulation of dry-humping the love of my life, conspiring to make me ejaculate prematurely, every single time.
"I will let John know what scene got you off, Mark," Lela whispered softly as I tried to gather my breath. "If he likes the look of it, he can put it on his bucket-list."
While I wasn't enthralled with the idea of John compiling a sexual bucket-list, I tried to look on the positive side of things. At least I was getting off, even if I was blowing my load inside my sweatpants. To hear John tell it, Samantha was steadfast in her refusal to give John any release, citing his reputation as a cock-hound as her rationale. Three months, Samantha had told him. If he managed to go three months without fucking anyone who attended this college, Samantha would have sex with him.
Driven by this promise, John elected to forgo all other sexual activity with the college co-eds. Despite having numerous options, he turned his back on the young available women, in order that his ethics teacher wouldn't be able to hear about his exploits through the grapevine.
Unfortunately for me, it didn't take long for Lela to observe a noticeable change in John's behavior. Emboldened by Samantha's control over John, Lela decided to tighten the noose on me.
Lela and I spent a lot of time together and she continually peppered me with questions about how men react to certain situations. At some point, she had figured out what made me tick, and decided to exert more control over me. One Friday night after our ethics class, I headed straight to the Holiday Inn to see Lela.
"Let's watch SeeHimFuck tonight," she said excitedly, as I changed into my uniform of baggy sweats and no underwear.
Watching porn "tutorials" had been our routine for several weeks by now, although I continued to be impressed by Lela's ability to find a continuous stream of relevant clips. According to Lela, SeeHimFuck was one of John's favorite porn websites, and as soon as she fired up the first clip, I knew that I was in for a rollercoaster ride. It wasn't that the girls were ugly, or that the scenes weren't beautifully filmed, it was just that the content was so demeaning.
The premise was that a beautiful young woman would completely pamper a man, focusing so completely on his needs that she would totally ignore her own. The videos seemed to follow a basic script. A well-built and well-endowed man would stand upright, as the porn star, typically wearing a bikini, would lick and kiss his nipples, armpits and stomach before removing his underwear. Once the man was naked, he would relax on the bed and watch intently as the young submissive girl knelt on the floor and worshipped his feet.
I had stumbled across the genre of "foot-worship" before, but in my experience it had always been a man groveling at the feet of a dominatrix. SeeHimFuck, in contrast, showed young attractive women sucking on a man's toes, kissing the soles of his feet, and even licking between his toes as he verbally abused them. I had never seen anything quite so erotic, and the thought of someone pampering my feet made me get rock-hard, which was impossible to miss in my sweats.
"You like?" Lela asked with a smile. "The foot-worship scenario?"
From the perspective of the man, it looked amazing, and I involuntarily blurted out my thoughts without any attempt at censorship.
"Fucking unbelievable, Lela," I said quietly. "I never knew such visual delights existed online. That is hot."
"That's great to hear, Mark," Lela whispered, as she started to stroke my cock through my sweats. "John will be so excited that you are on board. This is his favorite website."
Once again, in retrospect I should have voiced my resistance, offered her some pushback, dug my heels in. However, Lela's tender caress felt so good that I remained passively silent.