Natalie's Interview

"... but first I'd like to watch Natalie's interview," he said.

"I like this one!" Sarah said with a smile. She clicked on the interview and it started playing.

The video opened with Natalie leaning against a desk in a classroom, framed by the blackboard behind her. The camera caught her entire body. She was wearing a light blue oxford shirt, a no-nonsense grey skirt, and sensible flats -- the typical clothes of a University professor. Her hair was tied in a messy ponytail. As the camera slowly pushed in until it was only show her from the waist up, she looked directly at the lens and said, "Hello. My name is Natalie Birnbaum. I'm the chairperson of the Women's Studies department here at the University."

"Thank you, professor," came a voice from off-screen.

Sarah said, "That's Angela -- she did all the interviews except her own."

Angela continued on-screen, "Can you tell us a bit about your work?"

Natalie reached up and began unbuttoning her shirt as she talked. "As I said, I'm the head of the department. Most of my work is administration, so I primarily deal with the professors, graduate students, and other administrators."

At this point she'd unbuttoned her shirt entirely, and as she continued to talk, she shrugged it off. She was not wearing a bra, and her small breasts were clearly visible, her nipples erect and jutting out in the cool air of the classroom.

At this moment, Sarah slid her hand over Al's crotch. "You're going to like this interview too," she promised. While Al continued watching, Sarah pulled out his cock and began to slowly jerk it with her hand.

Natalie continued, "Of course occasionally I do interact with undergraduates. Sometimes department issues come up and I am called in to mediate. And, of course, I work in the gloryhole, where anyone is free to visit."

The camera pulled back a bit, and showed Natalie unzipping her skirt. She stepped out of it, showing that she was also not wearing underwear. Then Natalie kicked off her shoes.

Looking directly at the camera, she said, "I didn't wear underwear today, because why bother? I do the same on my gloryhole days."

She hopped onto the desktop behind her and unceremoniously spread her legs wide, revealing her pussy. "Zoom in," she said. The camera obeyed, zooming in to her crotch. "I like to trim a bit," she confessed. Her fingers lightly rubbed her clit. "It feels kind of nice. I tried shaving completely once, but that was more of a pain to manage."

The camera zoomed back out, and Natalie got on all fours, with her ass toward the camera. "Anyway," said Natalie, looking back toward the camera while spreading her legs wide, "earlier in my career I of course did research in Women's Studies. It's not an exaggeration to say I wrote the seminal book on the 1950's precursors to the later Women's Lib movement. That book got me the job I have today."

While she was speaking, Natalie reached back with one hand and pulled an ass cheek to one side, trying to better display her pussy and asshole to the camera.

Al was breathing more heavily at this point, while Sarah continued to jerk his cock -- he was amazed at the casual way that this older woman displayed her body on video, for anyone to see.

Angela spoke again. "Professor, can you tell us a little about your relationship to the gloryhole?"

"Sure," said Natalie. Here she turned and faced the camera again, sitting on the edge of the desk with her legs spread wide. She pinched and twisted her nipples, looking down at them, trying to get them to perk up again. "I'm pragmatic about it. I think it's a positive **** for our department. At the same time, I know you're not here to look at my middle-aged body -- you're here to get your dick sucked by a woman in power. Nothing wrong with that! As for the actual sucking, one thing I learned is how to hold my face up to the wall. That way, if you want, you can face fuck me."

An inset appeared in the video, showing just that. Natalie was kneeling, nude, in the gloryhole. Her muscular arms were loops through a couple of handles on either side of the hole, and she had her fingers interlaced behind her head, holding it in place while the man on the other side thrust vigorously into her mouth. His cock pistoned in and out while she made gagging noises.

Sarah sped up on Al's cock and he was getting even closer to cumming.

Angela continued, "Some men may like to say degrading things to you. Do you have any suggestions for them?"

"Oh sure," said Natalie casually. "My ex likes to come to the gloryhole and call me a bitch -- and if the shoe fits, wear it! Also, I like to talk a lot, both on the job and in my private life. It's kind of my defining characteristic. So you guys should come by, call me a bitch, tell me you're going to shut me up with your cock, and then face-fuck me."

"Oh my god!" exclaimed Al. Sarah pumped more rapidly and as he began cumming, she cupped her other hand just below the head of his cock, carefully collecting the spurting cum in the palm of her hand. After a second, when he was done, she wiped his cock on the side of her palm, then lifted her hand. Looking him directly in the eye, she carefully licked up the cum from her hand and swallowed it.

"Wow, Sarah!" exclaimed Al. "That's so nasty!"

"I have to eat all the cum in the gloryhole," she said simply. "And I figured that my husband should get at least the same treatment!" She smiled broadly. "In fact, any time you want me to eat it, you just come find me. And Al -- I'll eat it any way you like, so feel free to explore your fantasies."