The dinner's end

Your Professor lays across her table, her tits press down into the meal she has cooked for you, her white silk blouse stained with cum and gravy. Her ass, freshly buttered by her husband, Gary, is spread and waiting for your hard cock.

"Oh, Simon, please...." her voice was filled with lust and hunger, "Pleassseeee fuck me!"

You press your cock against he virgin ass and push down; it feel good - tight and slick - as you spear all the way up into her. Not missing a beat, you begin fucking her hard.

"Oh, yes! Oh, god, yes!" The Professor is totally under your control. The commands you had given her that morning still hold. She starts coming, her body writhing and wiggling, begging for more cock, begging you to fuck her harder and faster.

You look up at her husband, who is filming every stroke, who is capturing his proper wife's begging for an ass fucking. You see that his cock is throbbing - you decide to give the poor guy a break.

You slam into the Professor once more hard; a healthy flood of cum fills her ass. You hold her panting body until every drop oozes out. Stepping back, you point to the Professor's dripping asshole. "Gary, fuck her ass good and hard!"

Gary sets the camera down on the table, hurries to his wife, and rams his cock into her hard, slamming all the way in with one thrust. She gasps and cries out.

Gary is like a beast. You pick up the camera to capture the image. He plows into her hard and furious; she pants and moans, lost to lust.

"Come!" you order.

Both professors moan and sigh. Gary slams into his wife harder than ever and begins trembling. You know he is emptying his balls into her. She rolls and thrashes about, her body out of control.

You find your clothes and get dressed. When you leave, taking the video tape, the two professors are lying on the dining room floor covered with the remains of your dinner.

You head for your dorm.