George Collins, to supervise you having sex

Since you are already on your feet, you answer the knock, blushing anew at the experience of opening the door in the nude. Presumably it will feel less novel over time, but for now you have to **** yourself to throw the door wide, making no effort to hide your charms from your unexpected visitor. Somehow, you manage to smile at the sight of your landlord for the third time in one day, two more than you were anticipating. You promptly invite him in and close the door behind him.

"Hello again, ladies," he begins. "I saw that you've already started moving in and thought I would pop in on my way home to give you a chance to make love. I assume you do wish to be intimate with each other tonight?"

Well, that is quite a question. There is no doubt you would much rather be celebrating your new home with just the two of you present, but that is not going to be an option for quite some time, as far as you can tell. The fact of the matter is you do want to have sex, quite desperately in fact, but you do not want to agree to something your girlfriend may not be ready to try just yet. Fortunately, she responds before you have a chance to do so.

"Yes, thank-you, sir. We're very grateful to you for giving up your valuable time to oversee us, aren't we, Jenna?"

"Oh, yes, absolutely. Thank-you so very much."

He beams with happiness, his eyes travelling over your contrasting bodies with ill-concealed interest.

"Very well. Please kneel on the bed side by side, so that I can inspect you before we begin."

With a duet of yes, sirs, you comply, filing into the small second bedroom and adopting the position, familiar from spankings, but now fulfilling a different purpose. Mr. Collins is not immediately satisfied, adjusting the two of you physically until your knees are wide apart and your heads and shoulders down on the bed. With location of the camera, it is about as revealing as you can get.

Your landlord steps up behind you and pulls your labia apart. You were expecting a violation like this, so manage not to react, even when he tuts, disapprovingly. Then, to your shock, he pushes the index and middle fingers of his right hand right inside your vagina! With a gasp, you instinctively clamp down to try to keep him out, but he just slaps your thigh with his left palm and orders you not to clench. The obedience instilled in you by myriad spankings causes you to relax and allow him to continue, all resistance quashed. Unfortunately, he is not content simply to explore your inner folds. Instead, he pumps his fingers in and out and before you know it, you clench again, but this time due to involuntary pleasure.

"No, no, that is quite unacceptable, Jenna. May I call you Jenna?"

It seems surreal that this man, with his fingers deep in your snatch, is at the same time admonishing you for being overly aroused and asking your permission to call you by your first name. Of course you agree and promise to try harder, which seems to appease him. He withdraws and moves across to your girlfriend, who tenses at his examination, but like you, does not object. Apart frim a stifled whimper, you would never know she was undergoing such a degrading ordeal.

"Well, that is much better. Try to be more like Diana, Jenna."

"Yes, sir," you reply, ashamed that your lack of control is getting you into trouble, yet again.

"Now, Diana, lie on your back, legs apart. Jenna, kneel between her thighs and lick her genitals until I tell you to stop."

You hurry to obey and despite the unsexiness of being directed in such clinical detail, Diana soon starts to respond to your ministrations. You hear your landlord leave the room briefly and when he returns, just a few moments later, he orders you to cease.

"That's enough. Take this vibrator and penetrate your girlfriend vaginally, thrusting at a regular, rapid pace."

You pity Mrs. Collins if her husband thinks that is enough oral sex, but if his only concern is lubrication, you suppose he is right. Diana is wet and you were soaking before you even started. You take the vibrator, one of the ones you set out in the master bedroom earlier, turn it on and start fucking.

"Faster, young lady. Faster and deeper. The aim is to bring her as close to orgasm as possible."

You falter slightly, the redouble you efforts while searching for clarification.

"Am I supposed to be making her cum?"

"You are supposed to be learning self control, so no. Obviously you will not be climaxing today. Just concentrate on getting her as close as possible. Don't slow down. It's up to her to remain calm."

The rotating pink head disappears into your girlfriend's slick folds, mere inches from your face. Despite the audience, both here and on the other side of the camera, she is soon moaning with pleasure and struggling to maintain her composure. You know what she likes and use your experience to push her closer to the peak, unsure in the moment whether this is a blessing or a torment.

"Play with your nipples now, please, Diana. Faster, please Jenna. As deep as you can on every thrust."

Diana moans unhappily as you both follow orders. She's quivering, struggling to lie still and not writhe under the forceful pounding. It is not the technique you would normally employ, but there is no doubting its effectiveness, on both of you.

"Slow down, please," she begs suddenly, but your landlord immediately forbids it.

"Please, I'm going to cum!"

"You are not to cum, young lady—and stop trying to pull away. Lie still and keep playing with your nipples."

She starts to sob as you continue to thrust the vibrating rod into her throbbing sex. You can tell she's about to cross the point of no return and will, unless you do something or George Collins relents imminently.