It was now the beginning of March, I was having a banner semester and on pace to receive an A in all of my classes. My job had proved to be very beneficial, as I had discovered something about myself that I never knew was there, plus the added benefit of enjoying so many pleasurable experiences. The fact that I had now saved over $ 30,000 at this point did not hurt either.
I had a steady string of assignments following the Valentines Day Party, but they were all one on one in somebody's hotel room. I did not want to ask Kevin for something more, as I did not want to seem like I was turning into some kind of pervert, but something had been unlocked within me and I was doing this now more for the experience and gratification than the actual money.
Due to my busy life of work & study, I had not made the attempt to make friends with anyone at school. I did not need anyone, plus if someone was to find out, I feared that I would have to leave school out of embarrassment. I had forgotten a paper at home one day, so after class I had to leave the campus, run home to retrieve it, and return to school within an hour to turn it in to my professor or he would not accept it. He told me he had plans that afternoon, but if I could be back there before he left he would give me a pass just this once, that it was not his normal practice to accept papers late.
I made it back to his office just in time, but as I was handing my paper to him, I received one of the biggest shocks of my life. One of my past clients, a man who I had did an assignment for only a week earlier in his hotel room was present in my professor's office. He acted like he did not know me, and waited for the professor to introduce us. I was scared out of my head that I would be exposed, instead nothing happened and I was quickly allowed to leave.
Later that evening I received a call from my professor, we talked for a while about my paper and the course work, nothing important. I knew he was trying to get at something, then he dropped a bomb on me. My professor admitted to being Bi-sexual and told me that his friend had told him about my profession, after the two of them had finished fucking after lunch. I could tell that he had a new found interest in me, but my only saving grace was that I knew he was married. I did not want to become somebody's side piece, just because they had something to hold over my head.
I then took charge of the conversation, figuring either I stopped this right from the beginning, or if I was going to get exposed it was far less embarrassing over the phone then in front of a classroom full of my peers. The professor was very nervous, but I finally got it out of him that he would like to meet me in his office later that night. He had an evening class that would be over at 8:15. At 8:30 I arrived at his office, the professor quickly locked the door behind me, after looking out into the hallway to make sure that no one saw me come in.
My professor was a middle aged man who stood about 6'3", he was average weight, with nothing unique about his appearance. He quickly started to undo his pants, then stood there looking at me, while rubbing his cock. I understood what he wanted, and I dropped to my knees and took him into my mouth. This actually kind of excited me, being used like this. I gave him my full attention, trying to do everything that I could to his cock, but he was so excited that he finished in no time at all. I looked at him and then spit his stuff out into a waste paper basket. He then had a look of remorse on his face, and I just told him that I had better receive an A in his class, regardless. My professor just shook his head yes, then we both hurried out of there. I had made no money, but I had assured myself the grade I wanted. My professor avoided me after that, the rest of the semester went on like nothing had ever happened.
It was the weekend before Spring Break and Kevin had arranged for me to meet with three men for what was called an extended assignment. I was going to be paid $ 10,000 for an entire weekend. I would meet them on Friday evening and remain until Sunday night. I was told that they would like to film as well, would I mind. I said no, as I had never been filmed on video before, it excited me like I was going to be a porn star.
I arrived that Friday evening, and was meant by the three men, they introduced themselves as Mark, Tom and Scott. Tom and Scott were brothers and Mark was a life long friend. Their hotel room was really large, they had moved a lot of the furniture prior to my arrival to maximize the open space. I could see several tripods and video camera's lying around. We discussed what they wanted to do over the weekend, and I was told that each wanted to film their own private movie. What I was presented with next surprised me, each handed me a script, they actually wanted to film a "movie" not just capture our sexual adventures. I had no problem with this as I was making more than I had made since my first assignment, but I knew that was so expensive because the client was paying to be the first one ever to violate my ass.
I looked over the scripts that I was given, it was kind of a turn on reading them, as each was a little bit off the norm. Something inside me said just let go, have fun and most of all given them the performance of a lifetime. I have read where Ginger Lynn was such a popular actress because she made love to the cameras not the actors she was with in her movies. I was conscious of that during all of the filming. I just made sure that they were no going to sell these, but I quickly could see, these were private and these men were more turned on about the idea of shooting the movies that the actual sex itself.
Mark was given the honors of shooting his film first. The script called for me to dress up in an apron and provide more than just maid service to his room. I dusted and straighten things up for a few minutes, making sure to been over as much as possible, including wiggling my ass for the camera from time to time. This first scene ended with Mark walking towards me with his pants lowered just below the waist, and I taking his cock into my mouth and delivering a wonderful blow job. Knowing that we were being filmed, I moved back at the last minute and allowed Mark to cum on my face. I then looked directly at the camera and licked it off my face into my mouth with my tongue, the used my fingers to capture anything that was out of reach. I then swirled it around, almost spitting it out, then swallowed it all down, making a big production out of it.
I then made his bed, as he took my ass, finishing all over my back. He then fed it to me with his fingers as I moaned to the camera how yummy it was. After a short break, I was filmed giving Mark a shower, with plenty of oral, finishing with me bent over and him exploding in my ass. Mark's final scene was the surprise appearance of his two friends, where I said my #1 line of the film, "You dirty boys need your pipes cleaned". Mark stood back taking over the camera duties as I got down on my knees and rotated my attention back and forth between Tom and Scott. This continued, until Scott sat down on the toilet, and then I lowered myself onto his lap (his cock going in my ass of course).
