– Sarah
The next link is more along the lines of what I was looking for. Teacher/ student porn. I click on it.
An older man in glasses is giving a lecture to a younger woman who is also wearing glasses, and a schoolgirl skirt. Her white shirt is unbuttoned so that her large breasts peek out, and it's tied right underneath them, so that they're pushed up quite a bit.
He begins quizzing her and she gets the answer wrong. So, he takes her over his knee and spanks her with a ruler. Her ass is naked under her skirt, and he spanks her until red welts appear on it. As she wriggles around on his lap, he puts a finger into her pussy and stretches it wide.
This video turns me on even more than the smutty books I've been reading do. I didn't know how much I would like watching them. I spread my legs open and insert a finger into my own pussy again, stretching it wide just like the professor is doing to the student.
He takes his pants off and makes her kneel on the floor while he jams his cock down her throat. She's very skilled, licking the head of his cock like a champ and then leaning her head back as he practically chokes her with it.
He spanks his cock all over her face while I finger myself and play with my clit. I come as I wish that what was happening could be done to me. I wonder if I'll ever get to have sex in real life.
The teacher takes the student into his lap and makes her straddle his legs. He spreads open her pussy and ass really wide so that I can see how wet he makes her. Her pussy is physically quivering for him.
"Fuck me," she begs him, and I'm right there with her, from my bedroom.
I spread my legs even wider and wiggle my hips while I say, "Yes, Professor, fuck me, please."
He acquiesces, putting his large cock into her pussy. I put another finger into my own pussy and then balance my tablet on my leg as I play with my clit with my other hand.
Oh, yes, it feels so good.
She bounces up and down on his cock, moaning and squirming and saying, "Yes, yes, yes!"
I'm right there with her, my mind screaming out, "Oh yes, oh yes, yes, yes, yes!" as I come all over the place, my hand filling up with juices dripping out of my pussy while electricity runs all the way through my body.
Only when the door to my room jolts open do I realize that I wasn't only screaming "yes" in my mind. I was saying it out loud.
Oh, shit.
"Sarah Grace," my dad says, as he steps into my room.
I'm scrambling to pull my pajama pants back over and to turn off the video playing on my tablet. But my dad clearly knows everything I was doing.
"Sarah, this is a disgrace," he says, his face contorted with disgust. "I just don't know what to do with you anymore."
He walks over to me and grabs the Fire out of my hands.
"This contraption is of the devil and will not be allowed in this house anymore," he says, angrily. "You deceived me by saying you were reading books on this."
"I am," I insist, hoping he doesn't go through my library and see exactly what kind of books I've been reading.
"You left out the part where it plays despicable filth," he continues. "You continue to lie and deceive. You will be punished again, and will have to give testimony again."
"No," I say, surprising myself with my disobedience.
I never defy my father. But there's no way I'm getting up in front of the congregation again and confessing my sins. I'm still embarrassed from the last time I had to do that.
"You will not be returning to your school," Dad says. "They're the ones who required you to get this tablet for your homework, so obviously they encourage the viewing of pornography."
"That's not true," I tell him, desperately trying to defend the one outlet I have— the one escape from home. I have barely been able to survive summer vacation due to boredom, and I was looking forward to classes starting back up again in two weeks. He can't take that away from me. He just can't. "They just suggested I get a tablet to read my textbooks on. This was on a list of a lot of recommended…"
"I don't care," my father roars. "You're not going back there. Apparently I haven't been keeping an eye on you closely enough. I don't know where you learned about such sins, but it's my job to make sure you don't hear anything else about it."
"Dad, please!" I beg him. "I'm nineteen years old. I don't go anywhere but church and school…"
"Well, you'll only be going to one of those from now on," Dad says. "Your school pretended to be Christian but deceived me. They should have warned me about electronics they say are for school books, but which play porn videos. What other sins have my tuition money been going to fund?"
"None!" I promise. "None at all. Please, Dad…"
"Those are the new rules," he says, with a shrug. "The only thing that will keep you chaste. Give up your electronics and your schooling, and give testimony in front of the church. If not, you obviously aren't serious enough in your love of God. And those are the conditions under which you will be allowed to remain under this roof."
He slams my door and leaves, my Fire in his hand. And I'm left a mess, tears running down my face.
I'm tired of crying, though. I really haven't even done anything that bad compared to most people my age.
I remember the way he said "under this roof." The only reason I've been under his roof is because he was paying for my college and one of his conditions for doing so was that I remain under his roof. He didn't even trust the uber strict Hudson College to keep me pure and chaste; he had to ensure that I was living under his watchful eye.
I can't help but remember the ad about The Exchange Club I'd seen before this horrible mess unfolded. I even remember the phone number.
I don't even have a phone, but I scramble out of bed and write down the number on a notepad on my desk, so I don't forget it. I need to find out what kind of great compensation they're talking about. I'll call them tomorrow when my dad is at the parsonage, planning his sermon for Sunday.
If the compensation is good enough, I'll do whatever it entails. Anything to get me out of having to stand up in front of church and detail my deepest transgressions. Anything to give me a life of my own.
I need to earn some tuition money. I'm determined to start school with the rest of my classmates no matter what it takes. And I just may enjoy whatever the job is— much like the girl in the book I was reading was surprised to enjoy being a porn star.
I assume the job involves sex, or why else would the men pay so handsomely? I resolve to do it, no matter what. Who knows. Maybe I'd like to have my virginity taken by a rich, older man.
A shiver runs down my spine as I think about it. Only after I've written down the number and resolved to call am I able to sleep into a semi-peaceful sleep.