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Sex without love is a meaningless experience, but as far as meaningless experiences go its pretty damn good. – Woody Allen I fingered the artificial cunt, displaying as much lust and sheer perverted dirtiness as I possibly could. I was in fact reveling in wearing the badge of the dirty old man. I saw Joy giving her computer screen a stare that showed annoyance yet absolute fascination. It was as if her eyes were helplessly glued to the monitor, but she wouldn’t be caught dead watching it otherwise. Savannah and Pooja were sighing and salivating as they saw me. I licked the cunt, saying Joy’s name, and imagining that it was hers. Her reaction was interesting. She was standing until then, but then she sat on the sofa’s arm that she was standing next to, her eyes on the screen. I knew that I had the attention of all three girls now. I stood up and pulled my pant off. My cock was at full mast and was marking its position out of my boxers. I heard the girls gasp. There’s a special lust in seeing a man’s cock poking through his clothing. Sometimes the promise of carnal delights to be are far more titillating than the delights themselves. Just as a man sometimes finds it more exciting to see a woman’s skirt being blown by the wind to catch a glimpse that is forbidden, as compared to a naked porn star, so also my cock poking like a tent pole out of my boxers gave the girls a sight that they apparently liked from the sound of their sighs. I pressed my cock at different angles to harden it further, as though that were possible, while I whispered Joy’s name a couple of times. I could see her on my laptop cam, so it was easy to lust after her. I pictured myself placing my cock in her blonde hair, and then rubbing it across her lovely face. Clearly my actions were having an effect on her. She was still seated on the sofa’s arm, and I saw her playing with her hair, twirling her index finger through her straight, blonde hair. It was a lovely sight to see, almanbahis şikayet and cute at that. I pulled my cock out of my boxers. I fished my balls out of them too so the girls could get an eyeful. Then I started pretending that I was ordering Joy to sexually please me. “Get down on your knees, Joy,” I said, watching for her reaction on the cam. Her lip dropped a couple of inches. She was both shocked and excited. “Now run your tongue along the length of my cock,” I said, rubbing my cock, and spreading pre-cum dripping out of the head of my cock along the length of my penis. “There’s a good girl,” I said, watching the girls’ reaction. They were rapt in their appreciation of my performance. I squeezed my balls, and then decided that I would jack off for a few minutes, before inserting my cock into the artificial cunt. I started rubbing my cock, and breathing heavily, while I watched the girls. I was still imagining Joy sucking my cock. So I decided to give them the details. “Joy you slutty cocksucker,” I said, rubbing my shaft and pumping my foreskin on and off the pink head of my penis. “I’d love to ram my entire cock inside your pretty mouth.” She gasped on the cam and gave her companions a look that showed disbelief, disgust, and a healthy dollop of lust. “Mr. Johnson is a serious pervert, isn’t he,” she said, although her tone suggested that she was enjoying the show and would indeed enjoy sucking my cock. “Suck my cock, Joy, suck it to high heaven,” I said in a raspy voice, as I continued jacking off. After a minute, I decided to move on to the artificial cunt. I told Joy to lie down on the bed, as I positioned my cock over the artificial cunt. “Let’s see how your pussy handles my cock, slut,” I said, and heard some sound that expressed consternation from her. That, and a lot of lust again. It took me another few minutes to fuck the artificial cunt, and approach climax.  I plunged into it with a rhythm that kept speeding almanbahis canlı casino up as I went on. I felt my stored cum in my balls, and I felt an impending spasm of ejaculation, just before it hit me. My cum shot out of my cock into the artificial cunt. To give the girls a good view, I climbed of the cunt mid-ejaculation and started pumping my cock in front of their cam, so that they could see the thick wads of jizz leap out my cock. “Take that, Joy,” I screamed, “and that, and that!” Multiple spurts of my cum shot out, and I pictured it leaving a healthy trail in Joy’s hair, and a whole mess on her face. When I was done, I sat down and checked my mail, while I continued to watch the girls on the cam I’d installed. They were replaying some parts of my performance. That seemed to be their standard thing. I saw Savannah fingering herself as before, and I saw Pooja had gone even further, and was using some sort of a dildo inside her sex. She plunged it in and out and tried to match her rhythm to the video of me beating my cock to ejaculation. She climaxed a short while later, and I heard her yell her delight, while Joy shushed her, saying her parents might hear her. The night ended with the girls vanishing from their playroom after Pooja cleaned up. I suspected that Savannah went and fingered herself in her bedroom, and Joy may or may not have done anything, given how she was. The next day we had another tutoring session. Finally it appeared that using my methods the girls were already improving their test scores. We were still in the infancy of our efforts, but this meant a double blessing: that the girls were bright, and that I had hit upon the proper set of exercises to help them thrive. They giggled plenty during the session, again refusing to engage me on the topic of their giggles. Joy was less bitchy, and gave me some warm glances during our session. Savannah was well behaved and sweet as she usually was. I fancied almanbahis casino I saw her licking her lips out of the corner of my eye, but I was so focused on a particular quantitative technique with them that I didn’t pay enough attention just then. Our session progressed, and I gave them further exercises to work on at home. It would take more than one success to get them both those thirty fives. The girls and I scheduled our next session two days later, and I sent them off to their studies, before we got to our respective kinky cam shit. I rested that night, and fell asleep early. It was a deep dreamless sleep for a change, and I got so much non REM sleep that I felt like gazillion bucks the next day. I worked out in the morning, after guzzling my usual Venti sized coffee, and had a big breakfast that included a Spanish omelet. Take it from me, if your breakfast includes a Spanish omelet, then your day is going to go from great to excellent. I found out during the day that I had suddenly been contracted to be on line tutor for a whole class that was distributed around the US, Canada, the UK and Australia for writing the general version of the GRE. The general version of the GRE is a cinch for me to teach, and besides, this was something that I had done the past year. What was unexpected about their offer was that they usually contracted it out to a different tutor each year. In addition to asking me to do it again this year, they asked me to take on the same role every year hence. That meant a very neat and assured wad of money every GRE season (which was usually taken the year round, but the lions share of students took it every summer). That night, heady with my success, I decided that action and sheer brass balls were going to be an absolute requirement in my dealings with my three pretty voyeurs. I spent the evening taping myself masturbating, while screaming out Joy and Savannah’s names alternately. Then I awaited nightfall, and went through some complex cam manipulation, so that the feed from my recorded masturbation session would show up on the girls’ computer screen, and they would be none the wiser. Nine pm approached, and I started the broadcast of my masturbation session to the girls.

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