Peter's View of the Solarium

The group had practically blackmailed me last night. “Send her to the campus tanning salon tomorrow. She needs to get a nice tan for us.” I didn’t really want to, but they threatened me with the photos again. So I booked the appointment—the only one still available was at 3 p.m. I figured: A tanning salon is harmless. She’ll lie down, get a tan, and that’s it. I texted her that it was a little surprise from me and went to sleep with a queasy feeling. The next day, I really just wanted to study. No sooner had I stepped into the library than I was intercepted by four guys—all from the Telegram group. They were grinning lewdly.

“Come with us, Peter. You don’t want to miss the show.”

They dragged me into the large Lecture Hall 7 in the main building. When the door opened, my breath caught in my throat. About 40 people were already sitting there—almost all guys, a few girls, all from different semesters. Many of them were grinning at me. In the middle of the room stood a chair.

They pushed me onto it, tied my wrists and ankles to the chair legs with zip ties. One of them stuffed a gag into my mouth and tied it tight. I could only moan muffled sounds.

Then one of them connected a laptop to the big projector. The lights went out. The huge screen lit up.

3:02 p.m.

Live feed. Four hidden cameras in the tanning salon.

Lena entered booth 7. She smiled happily as she opened the box. She read the note, laughed softly, and immediately undressed.

The image was crystal clear, huge.

You could see every little detail: How she pulled her light summer dress over her head, her full, heavy breasts springing free, her dark nipples already hard. How she unhooked her bra and then slowly rolled down her black lace panties. Her smoothly shaved pussy was already glistening slightly. She put everything in the box, stood there naked for a moment, looked at herself in the mirror, and stroked her breasts.

Then she took the pink vibrator.

She lay down on the tanning bed, spread her legs wide, and placed one foot on the edge. The camera from below captured everything perfectly. She turned on the vibrator and at first just ran the vibrating tip over her clit. Her body twitched immediately. She bit her lip, moaned softly.

Then she slowly pushed it inside. You could see her labia parting around the thick shaft as it disappeared deep into her wet pussy. She began to fuck it rhythmically—slowly at first, then faster and faster. Her heavy tits bounced with every movement. With her other hand, she kneaded her breast, twisting her nipple hard.

The guys in the lecture hall started whistling and cheering.

Lena grew wilder and wilder. She got down on all fours, ass up toward the camera, and fucked herself hard from behind. You could see exactly how the vibrator slid in and out, glistening, how her juices ran down her thighs in long strands. Her pussy was already slightly swollen and dark pink. She moaned loudly, threw her head back.

The first orgasm hit her hard. Her whole body tensed, her legs trembled, she pushed the vibrator deep inside herself and let out a soft cry. Fresh pussy juice ran down the bench.

But she didn’t stop.

She rolled back onto her back, spread her legs as wide as she could, and kept fucking herself—faster, more greedily. Her tits swung wildly, sweat glistened on her skin under the tanning lamps. The second orgasm came just minutes later. She convulsed, her toes curled, she pressed a hand over her mouth so as not to be too loud.

The lecture hall was deathly quiet except for the soft moans coming from the speakers and the occasional laughter or “Hot!” from the audience.

I sat there transfixed, able only to watch. My cock was rock-hard and pressed painfully against my pants. Tears of humiliation ran down my cheeks, while at the same time a sick, perverse lust raged inside me. My girlfriend was lying naked in the tanning bed, fucking herself with a vibrator I had “given” her—and 40 people were watching live as she came.

And there was absolutely nothing I could do.

One of the guys leaned over to me and whispered with a grin:

“And that was just the beginning, Peter.”

The blonde from the tanning booth came in after Lena had already left. On the big projector, a loop showed Lena undressing again in the booth—a normal, light summer dress, nothing special. She looked freshly fucked and satisfied.

The blonde walked straight up to me, held up Lena’s still-warm, damp lace panties, and pulled them over my head without a word. The wet fabric immediately stuck to my face. I could only breathe through her pussy—heavy, sweet, and horny. Through the lace, I could just make out the screen.

Then she knelt in front of me, unzipped my pants, pulled them down, and took out my rock-hard cock. Slowly, almost lovingly, she began to jerk me off. Firm, long strokes. Just to tide me over.

At that very moment, the projector switched to split screen—four cameras simultaneously:

- Camera 1 (from below): Perfectly aimed at the glory hole in the public restroom.

- Camera 2 (side): Wide shot of the middle stall.

- Camera 3: The stall to the right—two guys were already standing there grinning; one already had his thick cock in his hand.

- Camera 4: Close-up of my throbbing cock, which the blonde was just slowly and agonizingly jerking off. Lena’s wet panties were stuck over my face.

Lena entered the old library restroom on the upper floor. She was still wearing her regular summer dress. She went straight into the middle stall, closed the door, and locked it. You could see her smile briefly, lift up her dress, and she was already wet. No sooner was the door closed than the thick cock slid through the glory hole.

Lena immediately got down on her knees, took it deep into her mouth, and began to give it a really dirty blowjob. The lower camera showed everything in crystal-clear detail: her full lips closing around the shaft, her tongue running along the underside of the head, her saliva dripping down in long strands. Her tits bounced under the dress with every thrust of her head.

She sucked him deep and greedily until he came. Lena swallowed it all, licked him clean, and gave the head one last kiss.

Then suddenly the lights went out. Emergency lighting came on—a red, dim glow. A second, even thicker and stiffer cock pushed through the hole.

Lena laughed softly with lust, turned around, stood with her legs spread wide, and pressed her bare ass against the wall. The lower camera perfectly captured how she positioned the thick glans with her hand and slowly impaled herself on it.

“Mmm… yeah…” she moaned as he slid deep inside her.

She immediately began thrusting hard backward. Her ass slapped rhythmically against the partition. The side view showed her heavy breasts bouncing beneath her dress as she braced herself against the stall wall with both hands and let him fuck her really deep. The lower camera captured every thrust—how her labia clamped down on the stranger’s shaft, how her juices were already running down.

She grew wilder and wilder, moaned louder, begged through the wall:

“Fuck me hard… I want it all… cum inside me…”

The blonde jerked my cock in the same rhythm—slowly, firmly, agonizingly. I could only breathe in the scent of Lena’s pussy while I had to watch my girlfriend get fucked by a stranger’s cock in the university bathroom.

A breathless silence reigned in the lecture hall. Forty pairs of eyes were staring at the screen.

And I couldn’t do anything—just watch, just smell, just feel my own cock throbbing in another woman’s hand.