My Part Was Being The Film Guy, Her Part Was Being The Main Attraction

In college I worked with a girl who liked being filmed with people having sex. She set up a camera in the attic overlooking the bed in her bedroom. She would troll for guys and bring them home and I would sit up in the attic filming the whole thing. She was very attractive, slim with long light brown hair, and a killer body. She never wore a bra and he shirt was always one button off, so you got a full set of nipples when she bent over. As far as her underside, she wore shorts and skirts in the summer with thongs so her butt cheeks showed and she wasn't above taking her thong off and giving her intended victim a flash of her snatch.

She and I never had sex. I was strictly the cameraman. That I masturbated watching was my business. It wasn't uncommon for her to lay on her bed totally naked, in those days she had a pretty thinly covered pussy, and the camera could zoom in and get her slit oozing the guy's sperm or her own juice. Needless to say I beat off so much I went around with a sore dick all the time.

There was this rich kid from Tennessee. We called him Richie Rich, and she had her eye on him. She got him to come over one night and she let him touch and get hard and then she cut him off. Over and over, hand job, blowjob, but no pussy for him. Why she punished him was her thing, I recorded it, his frustration and his attempted taking by force. She's lucky he didn't succeed, but up in the attic I was on his side.

What happened to all that film is anyone's guess. I know that from time to time she put the film on a projector when she invited another girl over for sex. I wasn't there, she just told me what she did. What amazed me was how easy it was for her to pick up a guy, and just as easy to pick up a girl. She had sex appeal in spades and she never let me film when she got together with a girl.