Robert Vickers: Sex slave coed

"Again, what?" the man demanded. "Tell me!"

"Do it again, master!"

"Sex-hungry cunt," he snarled. His body now glistened with a thin sheen of sweat. Manna watched as he drilled his cock repeatedly into the gaping cunt spread in front of his crotch. How she envied that other girl! To have traded places for just a moment would have been heaven.

She added an extra finger up her juicy pussy. It didn't do much to satisfy her needs.

The young college student began stroking over her clit as she spied on the two fucking their brains out in the bedroom.

The tiny jolts of excitement that passed through her young body soon became larger and larger. It was as if she were being stabbed with a cold knife that turned a blazing white-hot in her belly.

She found her meek little clit poking its head from the sheath of flesh surrounding it. She looped her finger around the slippery spire and stroked from base to sensitive tip. Each time she touched the very end of the pointy nubbin, she sobbed.

Her knees were going weak from reaction. But she couldn't just slip down against the house. She had to see what was happening inside.

The philosophy professor was busy corkscrewing into the woman wantonly spread for his amusement. His entire body was twisting and turning. Manna guessed what that must feel like, being on the receiving end of his monstrous prick.

He was drilling as hard as he could into the girl's wet, clinging cunt.

"I'm burning up inside, master! I don't know how you're doing it, but, oh, ohhhhh!"

The sight of the ecstasy-rigid face and writhing body increased the carnal yearning in the spying blonde girl. Her fingers flew up and down her clit in a vain attempt to imitate what was happening in the bedroom. While the feelings in her body mounted, she felt more and more cheated.

It simply wasn't the same as having a man's long, steely-hard cock fucking her. It wasn't the same at all.

How she wanted to leap through the window and spread herself for that stud! His huge cock would be enough to satisfy two women. Hell, the way he was fucking, he might be able to get a dozen chicks off before he came. He looked like a fucking machine.

His body ran with rivers of sweat now. His face was frozen into a sneer, both evil and sexy at the same time.

Manna felt herself wilting inside. That guy was hung like a stallion and fucked like a rabbit. He was tireless. He'd gotten the other girl off twice and was working on a third time.

The blonde teenager began squeezing and stroking over her pussy lips. Her oily cunt lips were rigid with the excited blood pounding into them. She stroked and tweaked them the best she could. The only thing missing was a round, hard cock driving up into her cunt.

She let out a piteous moan, then bit her lip. It wouldn't do to let them know she was peeping. Not that any tiny noise was likely to be heard. They were too wrapped up in fucking to notice anything like that.

The young college student rammed three fingers into her tight cunt. She felt her young muscles tighten around her hand. She wished she could have rammed her entire fist up into her cunt. Maybe that would relieve the intense sexual pressures in her young, trembling body.

She blinked sweat from her eyes and heard the philosophy professor saying, "My cock feels like it will explode. My cum is too good for such a floppy, loose cunt."

"Fuck me," the coed moaned over and over. "Fuck me, fuck me!"

"No!"

He arched his back and slammed his prick forward, but not in the girl's cunt. The spying girl saw the man grinding his balls and cock into the matted tangle of her pussy hair. His prick exploded and creamed out over the girl's heaving belly.

From her position outside the house, Manna saw everything. The man's orgasm was a big one. His face went rigid and his body began to go berserk. His hips blurred as he fucked himself into the sopping mat of pussy fur.

The spying blonde teenager's fingers worked in and out of her pussy as fast as she could drive them. Her hand was cramping but she ignored the pain. Her cunt needed his attention. She watched as the fucking couple rocked through another come, then she closed her eyes and imagined the man crouching between her split legs, his cock dancing around the entrance of her cunt. Then it plunged deep into her, dipping in and out until she was pushed over the brink of orgasm.

Manna came.

Her head buzzed and the world spun around her. Then Manna was panting, the cool wind drying the sweat from her well-formed tits. She knew it wasn't the best come possible, but it took the edge off her gnawing need for Dr. Nathaniel.

Her fingers weren't anywhere near as good as the man's cock would be, but they'd have to do. For the time being, they'd have to do.

Manna slid down the wall and simply sat there in the dirt and reveled in the feelings glowing inside her cunt. It wasn't the same as being fucked by Dr. Nathaniel but it would have to do her for the time.

She sighed and got to her feet. Her knees were still shaky and her insides churned from the reaction to the orgasm she'd experienced, but it was a good feeling. The blonde teenager could have gotten off on it more if Dr. Nathaniel had been really fucking her. Fantasy fucking could almost be like the real thing, she decided.

"What the fuck are you doing?" snapped a cold, harsh voice.

Manna froze in her tracks. She suddenly felt alone and small and cold and completely helpless. Someone had found her.

The young college student turned to face whoever had discovered her. She almost came when she realized it wasn't just anyone – Roger Nathaniel was the one who'd found her.

"Dr. Nathaniel," she said, her voice [missing text]. "How are you? Nice evening."

"What are you doing here? Spying on me, weren't you? Don't try to deny it!"

"But…" Manna began. Then she tit back her protests. It was obvious what she'd been doing. And why should she feel the least bit ashamed of it? She wanted the philosophy professor and she had come over here to get him. And she would, yet!

"I wanted to see you," she said.

"Like that," he said scornfully, looking at her nakedness. Somehow, the way Dr. Nathaniel stared at her made her feel more naked than she was. He seemed to see right through to her soul.

"I'll take it off, if you don't like it." She stripped off the filmy garment.

"Inside."

"What?" she said stupidly, not understanding.

"Goddamnit, get that ass of yours inside!" the man roared. She jumped like a grasshopper to obey. The man spoke, she obeyed. It seemed so simple to please him.

He slammed the door and then spun her around so fast she stumbled and fell to her knees. Fear flared inside the blonde teenager. "On your feet or on your knees," Dr. Nathaniel commanded.

Manna slowly, painfully, stood. It seemed better to her if she could almost look him square in the eyes. She was tall for a girl, but he towered above her. In the darkness he looked gaunt like a skeleton.

But she knew some parts of his body were fleshy. That prick of his hadn't been made of bone when she started sucking him off in the classroom.

"What now?" she asked. She felt her cunt churn.

"I don't like naked women. Not ones as ugly as you are. Go to that closet and put on black stockings and a garter belt. I want to see those long legs of yours sheathed in black nylon."

Manna didn't like the idea of turning her back on the man, yet she had no other choice. She walked naked and vulnerable to the closet he'd indicated. Inside were row upon row of gorgeous gowns. All were plainly expensive. She knew this closet full of clothes alone would have kept her happy for a lifetime. It was even more apparent to her that money meant nothing to Dr. Nathaniel when it came to feeding his desires.