The Erotic Mind-Control Story Archive

I thought about that encounter all the way home in the taxi, again in the elevator up to my place, some more while getting into bed, and for a long while after the lights were out.

I had convinced her—really just suggested it to her, but she was prepared to believe it—that she could trust me and tell me anything. And she did, with no hesitation. And the telling of her sex experiences seemed to have gotten her hot, because I hadn’t suggested it directly. and I hadn’t urged her to give me a blowjob, either, but she did it anyway. So it seemed that the storytelling had just moved her in a direction to which she was already inclined.

She had been prepared to like me, because I had been talked up by my friend, much as they had talked her up to me, so there was already a predisposition to a romantic liaison. What would happen, I wondered, if it were a person who I had just met, who was indifferent to me? Or if it were a person who actively disliked me? Could they be convinced to willingly hook up with me, and think it their own decision?

The more data I accumulated, the more complex the problem seemed. I didn’t know the limits of the process, and getting it wrong could have, at best, unpleasant results. I would have to tread slowly and carefully, extending the test conditions incrementally. And then, I think, I fell asleep.

In the morning on the way to work my mind was working overtime trying to understand what was happening, and the limits of the drug. I didn’t understand, for example, if these “suggestions” I planted were temporary, until the dose wore off, or if they remained in the subject, either wholly or in part.

Did the subject have to be friendly and open to me for it to work, or would it work on someone who was neutral or even antipathetic to me? How would I measure the effective duration of the suggestion? How far could I push these suggestions? There was a lot to figure out here.

What would happen if I increased the dosage, either by increasing the concentration of the liquid, or by perhaps giving multiple sprays? Was an aerosol the best delivery method?

I made mental notes about these thoughts, to be added to my effects log later today.

At work, Clark was in a foul mood because one of his experiments had not returned the results he was hoping for, so he was short with everyone, convinced that one of us had messed up either through malice or incompetence. We tried to stay out of his way.

I ate lunch in the cafeteria, which wasn’t very good but it was cheap. I chewed on my sandwich while staring vacantly out the windows and thinking about my testing problem. I hadn’t noticed any lasting effects with Ellen, but it was a relatively short testing period. I would stay in touch with her, and surreptitiously monitor her for anomalies.

My gaze wandered around the cafeteria and I noticed a couple of women sitting at a table by themselves. I kind of recognized the shorter one but couldn’t remember her name; she worked in Accounting, I think. The other one everyone knew, the way you’d know Jennifer Lopez or Angelina Jolie if you saw one of them walking down the street. Passing her by on the sidewalk would be the closest you’d ever get to her, and your jaw would be hanging open as she walked away.

That was the effect Elisabeth Conway had on the male employees at RBP. She was the executive assistant to the Vice-President of Commercial Products, Schwartz by name, and the rumor was that he (and all the other vice presidents) had tried their damnedest to get her to go to dinner, to lunch, have a doughnut in the break room, even just give them a smile, but she would have none of it. It was “Look, don’t touch.”

She was one of those women that make you scratch your head and say to yourself, “Why the hell isn’t she in Hollywood? She should be famous.” She was, to state the obvious, drop-dead gorgeous. Maybe five-eight, legs that seemed to go on forever, eyes that could melt hearts from twenty paces, an ass that begged to be groped, and a chest that looked like she had to make an effort to camouflage its prominence.

I had an even smaller chance of breaching that rampart than the VP’s, but then I thought, “Isn’t that the perfect test subject to prove or disprove my question about the drug’s efficacy on subjects who are indifferent or hostile?” If she could be convinced, say, just to go out for coffee, wouldn’t that be proof enough?

I thought about that as I collected my lunch trash and deposited it in the receptacle, heading back to the lab. If that worked, it would not only provide an answer to one of the open questions, but would also grant me bragging rights over every male employee at RBP. I went back to the lab to complete my current tasks while I batted the Conway idea around in the back of my mind.

The next day I went in to work and found Clark in a marginally better mood. He had apparently decided that the results he was hoping for weren’t all that important anyway. So we all got a reprieve until the next crisis.

I had thought about Liz Conway overnight and had decided that, since there were no obvious ill effects on Ellen, it was probably safe to use on someone else, at least in small doses. My goal was quite simple: I wanted to prove that the drug would work on someone who was not already predisposed to associate with me, someone who was completely indifferent to me. That didn’t do a lot for my morale, but scientists must persevere.

I had wondered how I would get close enough to her to apply it, since she had no idea who I was and I had no conceivable business with her boss, Mr. Vice President of Commercial Products. So I couldn’t just wander up to her desk in a friendly manner and mist her.

But then I remembered, Schwartz had a rep as a Luddite, unusual for someone who worked in a technical field. He was something of a running joke around RBP, always good for a chuckle: He would not read his emails on a terminal; he wanted hard copies, on paper that he could hold in his hand and mark up. In fact, he wouldn’t write his own, either; he would dictate his email text to his assistant, who would type it in as he spoke and then hit Send. Apparently, email was only for the working class. Executives had people to do that menial stuff for them.

So each morning at the same time, his assistant, the lovely Liz, would send all of VP Schwartz’s unread emails from his inbox to the color printer down the hall, then carry them back and place them on his desk for his consideration. I found some old charts and graphs from a previous project, bundled them together, and just before the time when she would normally start printing the emails, I sent my batch to that same color printer.

I wandered aimlessly up the hallway, hands in pockets, whistling tunelessly, and parked myself in front of the printer. I bounced on my heels as the printer started churning out pretty-looking graphs. I sensed, rather than heard, her walk into the room.

I glanced around and saw her looking a little surprised, since the room was typically used only by the executives and was normally empty.

I said, “Are you waiting for a print job? Sorry, I probably still have a couple of minutes to go on my job. The lab printer is acting up and we needed these.”

“Oh, that’s fine,” she answered. “Will you be long?”

“No, not at all, it’s probably close to done, then I’ll be out of your way.”

“Okay, I’ll wait.”

The printer spit out what I thought was the last page, and I said, “I think that’s it. Yours is probably next up. I just have to collate mine.”

I took my stack of paper to the table on the opposite wall so my back was to her, and made as if I were sorting my stack of printouts. She stared at the printer as if she could urge it to greater efficiency, and while her back was turned I took out the atomizer from my pocket and gave her a pulse of mist over her shoulder. I held my breath while I continued to sort my stack of paper.

When I turned back toward her a minute later, her hands had dropped to her side, she was breathing shallowly, and was staring at a spot on the wall above the printer. Her print job ended but she continued to stand there.

Now or never. “Liz, are you all right? You’re looking a little lightheaded.”

“I think I’m fine, thank you, just a little lethargic.”

“How do you feel? Should I get you some water?”

“Thanks for offering, but I think I’m all right. I’m just feeling, I don’t know, like this is a pleasant place to be right now.”

“I know what you mean. Sometimes I can go off into a cheerful daydream and forget about everyone and everything at work. Sort of like that, you mean?”

“Yes, like that.”

“It’d be nice if we could turn off work worries whenever we wanted, wouldn’t it?”

“Yes, that would be perfect. But I know my boss would be after me for some trivial task that he could probably do faster himself.”

“Oh, don’t talk to me about bosses! I could tell you stories that would make you glad you have the one you do. Anyway, it’s nice to chat with someone who understands the problems we have to deal with at work. It’s like a weight on your shoulder gets lighter when you talk to a friend about it. Do you feel that way?”

“Yes, I do.”

“Me, too. I wish we ran into each other more often. It would help for me to talk about boss craziness. Perhaps we could talk about it over coffee in the cafeteria sometime when you have a scheduled break. Would that be something you’d like to try?”

“I think so. That would be nice.”

“That’s great. When do you have a break?”

“I usually take a break around 2:15. I’d normally get coffee up here, but I could go to the cafeteria instead.”

“That time sounds perfect. I’ll look forward to that. Are you feeling okay now? Do you need help collecting your print job?”

“Thank you, but I think I’m fine. I’ll head back. Wait, what did you say your name was? I’m sorry, I should know it, but I’m forgetful today.”

“That’s fine. I’m Sam. Sam Halloran. 2:15 in the cafeteria. Till then.”

I picked up my print job and walked down the hall. Around the corner I deposited them into a secure recycling bin, and went back to the lab with a smile on my face.

In the lab I collated results from one of Clark’s experiments. I didn’t see how the experiment got him any closer to his goal, but he was the lab director, we just did his bidding. I grabbed a sandwich and a small salad in the cafeteria around noon, then spent a couple of hours in the lab working out the methodology for Clark’s next experiment.

At 2:10 I stretched and said to no one in particular that I was headed down to the cafeteria for a snack. Nobody raised their head, which showed how much they cared.

In the cafeteria, which was sparsely populated at this hour, I didn’t see Liz so I got coffee and a piece of cake and sat at a table off to the side. As I put down my coffee cup, Liz rushed in the door, looking a little breathless.

“Oh, I’m so sorry. Mr. Schwartz wanted to send out an email right now, so I had to type it for him.“

“Not a problem, Liz, I just got here. Can I get you a coffee?”

“Thanks, I’ll do it since I’m already up. Be right back.”

She hurried off to the counter and I had to admire the view. That really was an exceptional butt. Hold on, Sam, this is science, keep your focus. I reluctantly agreed with myself.

She was back in short order with her coffee and a very small cookie.

“That’s not much of a snack,” I observed.

“Guys have it easy, their metabolism converts chocolate, sugar, beer, and potato chips into what? Photons or something. They never seem to put on weight. Me, if I look at something like what you’re eating for too long, I gain half a pound.” She smiled.

“I’d hate to see you waste away to nothing from dessert deprivation.”

“Thanks, but I know what I can and can’t eat.”

And it continued like that for another ten minutes, just two people having a nice conversation, with a few smiles and even a laugh or two. We spent a short time talking about bosses and work aggravations, but mostly about other things.

And before I knew it, she glanced at her watch and started gathering up her things. “Sorry,” she said, “but it’s time to get back.”

“This was a nice break. I’m glad we had a chance to talk a little. Maybe I’ll run into you again in the cafeteria.”

She smiled and arched an eyebrow, and said, “You never know. See you around, Sam Halloran.”

I sat and thought for a couple of minutes. I’d consider that a success. She didn’t know me from Adam, but had agreed to meet me and have coffee after she had turned down practically every executive in the place. So as far as I was concerned, I had proved this hypothesis.

Back in the lab, I headed to my work station and saw eyes flicking in my direction from everywhere. Uh, oh, had I screwed something up, forgotten something I was supposed to have done? Why was everyone looking at me and trying not to be noticed doing it?

I got settled, and a few moments later Art Birnbaum cleared his throat and said, “So, Sam, someone said they saw you chatting with Liz Conway. I didn’t know you two knew each other.”

Holy crap! Has anyone ever measured the speed of gossip? Someone needs to do that. News of the event got here before I did!

I cleared my throat to gain a moment, then said, “Well, we don’t, really, I just ran into her at the printer and we got to talking, then saw her again in the cafeteria. No big deal.”

Art looked over at Frank Wisowicz and they shared a look which plainly said ’Very big deal’. But they didn’t ask me any more about it, they’d just gossip about it amongst themselves.

So I had proved the hypothesis about the neutral or indifferent person being susceptible. What about the person who is hostile or antipathetic? How do I find one of those to test? Ah, well, small steps, I’ll figure it out.

We toiled through the afternoon, with my brain becoming duller and duller as the minutes passed. Finally, at 5:00, people started cleaning up their work areas before they left for the day. Wisowicz called from across the lab, “Hey, Sam, a couple of us are going out for burgers and beer. You want in?”

In fact, I had nothing worth cooking in the fridge, so it would probably be pizza or Chinese takeout tonight, until I could get to the market. “Okay, Frank, sounds good to me.”

At the outside door we agreed on where we’d meet, and headed off to our individual cars. It was only about seven minutes drive to The Burger Barn, which was in fact a better place than the name would imply. It was actually a local watering hole, popular among the young techies who worked in the area.

It was a little crowded when we finally got in, with the after-work crowd looking for food, drink, and possibly a hook-up. We found a table for the three of us which was mostly clean, so we sat and ordered beers while we looked at the menu. I opted for the burger with bleu cheese and onion rings on the side and a small salad.

We shouted at one another over the restaurant’s dull crowd roar, chatting about work and advances in our respective fields. Frank was listening to what Ted Markey was saying when he did a double-take and lit up with a big smile, waving to someone across the room.

A few moments later, two women walked up to the table and the taller said, “Wisowicz, you Polish fraud, what are you doing here?”

He said, “Who you calling a fraud, Mallory? You wouldn’t know which end of the test tube to spit into to test your own DNA. How have you been?”

“Keepin’ busy. Who’re these guys, your parole officers?”

“Mallory, I see you haven’t lost that sense of humor that worked so well for you in grad school. You’re on your way to becoming a real wit. In fact, you’re almost halfway there. Eden Mallory, this is Sam Halloran and Ted Markey.” To us he added, “Eden and I were in grad school together. I got her through by the skin of her teeth.”

“What? You’ve got that all turned around, Wisowicz. You only have your degree because I saved your butt more than once. This here,” she said waving a slightly tipsy hand to her companion, “is Sara Keane, who is much smarter than any two of you. Be nice to her.”

I introduced myself to Sara, while Eden and Frank sparred verbally in a friendly manner. I asked, “Are you taking odds on this bout? I was inclined to put my money on Frank, but I kinda like Mallory’s style.”

“Yeah, that’d be a safe bet. Don’t get on her wrong side, she’ll run you over. What’s your deal, Sam? You a scientist, too?”

“Yeah, molecular biology, working on cancer treatments. You?”

“Biochemistry, looking at how particular enzymes influence certain diseases.”

We traded biographical tidbits back and forth while I looked her over. She was a little shorter than I, and very fit, perhaps a runner’s body, with brunette hair, a nice smile, and a better than adequate chest. She had a kind of ironic look about her, where she would slightly raise an eyebrow after making a comment, to see how you’d respond to it.

They eventually found a free chair and pulled it up to the table, snug but enough room between us not to be uncomfortable. Sara pulled in next to me, and Eden sat next to Frank so they could try to get each other’s goat. Markey was married, so he didn’t mind being the odd man out.

Frank and Eden were now recounting humorous anecdotes from grad school days to each other, while Sara and I tried to stay on safe topics, since we didn’t know each other. The waitress interrupted us with our meal orders, depositing them on the table. Eden said to her, “We were over there, now we’re over here.” The waitress nodded knowingly. Not her first shift with the rowdy after-work crowd.

“Did you two order yet?” I asked Sara.

“Yeah, we did. I expect they’ll figure out where we are sooner or later. Start on your burger before it gets cold. Ooo, are those onion rings?”

“Help yourself,” I offered too late, since she already had one in her hand on the way to her mouth.

Another waitress carried a loaded tray to the empty table and looked puzzled for a moment, then spied her quarry and delivered Sara and Eden’s meals to their new table.

We all dug in until there were empty plates around the table and we all sat a little lower in our seats.

“Who’s up for a three-mile run?” I joked. “Anybody?”

“I’d join you,” said Ted as he got up from his seat and dropped some bills on the table, “but I’ve got to get home to the family. I can’t tell you how disappointed I am at not being able to jog with you. Tell me how it went tomorrow. Nice to meet you two. G’night, all.”

That left the four of us. Eden spied a shuffleboard table in the corner and challenged Frank to a game, apparently a popular time-waster in grad school and thus nostalgic. They went off, fishing for coins on the way.

I said, “I guess my grad school education was incomplete, since I never learned to play that one.”

“That might have been preferable to our games. Our thing was Seinfeld. It was on in syndication, so we’d all get together in a bar and we’d have to take a drink every time Jerry said ’Hello, Newman’, or Newman said, ’Hello, Jerry’. I honestly don’t know how we managed to get through exams, considering how often we were drunk or hung over.“

“We all have our own methods for dealing with grad school pressures. Yours seemed to have worked for you.”

She started talking about the highs and lows of grad school as she sipped her wine, and as she talked I started noticing how attractive she was. I’ve always been drawn to smart women, but it didn’t hurt that she was good looking, too.

As she chatted, I was having an internal debate with myself, partly driven by scientific curiosity, wanting to get more data about my compound, and partly by plain, old-fashioned horniness. The usual way to do this was to ply your target with lots of alcohol and sweet talk, and hope she’d invite you up to her place for a ’nightcap’.

I had a better way, and I rationalized it by saying I could kill two birds with one stone. I could get laid and in the process gain some insight into how this drug worked. I bounced this back and forth as she talked, trying to look interested in her thoughts, while I debated. I still had the atomizer in my jacket pocket.

In the end, I gave in to the horniness, while trying to frame it as research. As she paused to take a sip of her wine, I excused myself to use the men’s room. I took my cloth napkin in my right hand as I got up so it covered the atomizer I held there. I sprayed once toward her as I let the napkin slide onto the table, wafting the mist in her direction.

I had a quick pee and washed my hands, then returned to the table. Frank and Eden were still playing shuffleboard, while goading each other to make them miss a point. They were having fun.

I sat down and put my napkin back in my lap. “That’s better,” I said.

She was staring a little vacantly across the room. “Sara, how do you feel?” I asked. “You look just a bit distracted.”

She sounded a little distant. “I’m fine, thanks. I was just feeling very comfortable, all of a sudden, pleasant, glad to be here.”

“Yes, it’s nice to get away from work sometimes, with friends, talking about other things. I’m enjoying this, and I like listening to you talk about your work. It’s stimulating.”

“I hadn’t thought about it like that, but yes, it is. Exciting, in a way.”

“Sometimes, Sara, when I’m thinking about a scientific problem, and I have an insight, I find my skin tingling, almost like I’m aroused. It makes me breathe a little faster.”

“Yes, tingling, like the hairs on your arms are standing up, and you can’t catch your breath.”

“Is that a little like you feel now, a little turned-on? Like you’re reacting sexually to the person you’re with, wondering where this is going?”

I was taking a chance, now, because this was the first time I’d tried to be quite so direct with a subject. I still wasn’t sure how active their memory and free will were when they were under the influence. Perhaps they would forget the words I had spoken, perhaps not, I wasn’t sure.

Her eyes weren’t quite so distant now, they occasionally flicked over to me, but still seemed slightly out of focus.

“I wasn’t sure what it was, Sam, what I was feeling, but maybe you’re right, maybe it’s just attraction, getting turned on by the person next to me.”

“Are you thinking about what this person feels like, what their touch is like, how they’d make you feel?”

She was silent for a few moments, then, “That sounds right, it’s curiosity and arousal.”

“Perhaps we should follow that up, satisfy that curiosity. I confess that I’m wondering the same thing about you.”

Now she was looking at me straight on, and her gaze was more focused. “Science is all about curiosity, isn’t it? We should follow the path of science.”

We spent a couple of minutes deciding where to go, and as it happened she lived a little closer to the restaurant. We both left money on the table for our shares, and waved at Frank and Eden, but they were wrapped up in each other.

Sara gave me her address and some quick directions, which I didn’t really need because I was able to follow her there. She had a parking space in the garage under the apartment building, and I was able to find a spot on the street. She came in through the parking garage and let me in the front door to the lobby.

We walked up to her place on the second floor, and in moments we were in her foyer. There were a couple of moments of awkwardness, then we grabbed at each other and soon had our tongues in each other’s mouths. Her hands were pawing at my body, looking for something to take off.

“There’s something to be said for doing it naked on the floor,” I said breathlessly, “but maybe we should find a bed.”

She grabbed my hand and led me quickly down a short hallway, then turned into a small bedroom. I put my arms around her from the back and rubbed my hands up and down her body while nibbling on her neck. She was breathing faster now, and I brought my hands up and cupped and squeezed her breasts. She gave a little moan.

By feel, I moved my hands to her buttons and started undoing her blouse. I had to give myself credit, because I was doing this blind yet didn’t fumble a single button. I pulled her blouse out of her skirt and slipped it off her shoulders and onto the floor.

She turned around quickly, grabbed my head in her two hands, and started sucking my tongue. I sucked right back, while I unhooked her bra after only a couple of tries. I pulled if off her shoulders and let it drop. It was still hooked on her arms, so she had to step back to release it and let it fall.

“Damm, let me look at you. Those are gorgeous. Excuse me, I’ve got to say hello.” I leaned down and sucked on one nipple while pinching the other one. Then, to be democratic, I switched sides.

“Is the rest of you as good as this, Sara? I need to see.” I found the button at the side of her skirt waist and opened it, then slid the zipper down. With a little nudge, the skirt slipped down her legs and onto the floor.

I had to take a step back to get the full effect. She had on white lace panties, very sexy. Her waist was narrower than I anticipated, and she had great legs, not so much muscular as toned.

“Turn around, Sara, let me see the back.”

She did that arched eyebrow thing, but turned slowly, kind of watching me over her shoulder. It was worth the wait.

“Now I’m at a loss for words. That is... just spectacular.” Her ass was rounded and firm, and it was sculpted so beautifully onto her thighs that you couldn’t help but admire it.

“This can’t be the first time you’ve heard this, Sara, but you have an astounding butt. Just beautiful. And if I don’t get my hands on it in about three seconds, I’m going to have a stroke.”

I stepped forward and placed both hands on her ass and squeezed. She caught her breath. Her butt was so firm that I almost couldn’t grab it in my hands, just rub my hands over it. My erection was about ready to poke through my zipper.

I dropped to my knees so I could get closer to it, then slipped my fingers into the waistband and slid them over her hips and let them slide down her legs. I leaned in and ran my tongue over the cheeks of her ass. I heard her catch her breath.

With my thumbs I pulled the cheeks of her ass apart, and poked my tongue into the crack, wiggling it up and down. I heard her say, “Oh, fuck.”

“I’ve got to get out of my clothes now, this instant,” I said as I stood up. “Let me help,” said Sara. She turned around and dropped to her knees and started untying my shoes. I was pulling my shirt off as fast as I could, but my fingers weren’t behaving and I kept missing buttons.

She finished with my shoes and I kicked them off as she grabbed at my belt and got it loose. She had my pants and my shorts around my knees in moments, and was staring at my dick. I was still pulling my shirt off.

She put one hand around it and stroked gently, then leaned in and licked the tip of it. I sucked in my breath and said, “Oh, damn, that feels good.”

She looked up at me and did that raised eyebrow thing, then let the head slip past her lips, in and out, just an inch, while continuing to watch my reaction.

“Sara, if you keep doing that, this will be over before it really started. That feels so good that you’ve got to stop before it’s too late. Please.”

She really had quite an expressive face, I noticed. Now she was pouting like a three-year old. But she stopped and stood up. I grabbed at her and pulled her close, just to feel her naked body next to mine. I kissed her hard while grinding into her pelvis, while my hands grabbed at her ass, squeezing it.

I got my fingers into her crack and pulled it apart. My right hand was playing with the entrance to her pussy, while the left poked at her asshole. She was breathing heavily now, and I could hear little grunts in her throat.

“Lay back on the bed, Sara. Leave your butt at the edge.”

She moved back to the bed, then sat and laid back, pulling her knees up and exposing her pussy. It was shaved, with a little landing strip just above her clit. It already looked a little damp.

“Jesus, that is perfect. I’ve got to see this close up.” I fell to my knees and duck-walked to the bed. I let my thumbs rest on her labia and gently pull them open. I leaned in and licked slowly from the entrance to her pussy up to her clit, where she gave a little moan. I did it again, this time moving my tongue side to side. Her hands were twined in my hair now, pulling me in.

I did that a couple more times, just barely touching her clit with my tongue. She was pushing her pussy into my face to get harder contact, but I wouldn’t let her. I stuck my tongue into the opening to her pussy and tongue-fucked her as best I could, my tongue wasn’t that long.

She was saying quietly, “Please. Please.” I moved up her slit now, just kissing it, not tonguing, until I got to her clit. With two fingers I pulled the clitoral hood back, exposing her clit, and then nibbled at it, then grabbing it with my lips and pulling, then letting it snap back.

She cried out, “Oh, Jesus, yes, yes, do that!” So I did, and I also stuck two fingers into her cunt, and out slowly. She was pushing her pussy forward now, trying to get my fingers deeper, so I started fucking her more forcefully with them, and attacked her clit with my tongue.

She went rigid for a moment, then shouted, “Ah, fuck, yes, YES, I’m cumming!” I was a little afraid the neighbors were going to come knocking, to see if she was all right. Her hips were grinding into me, and she was gasping and finally pushed my head away, as her clit became too sensitive.

I could just barely hear her, talking to herself. “Ohmigod, ohmigod, oh, fuck.” She eventually fell quiet, eyes closed, while I stroked her damp pussy.

I moved my way up her body, pausing every so often to give it a lick or a kiss. I spent a minute gently sucking on her right nipple because it looked like it was calling to me, then just lay my head on her chest and put an arm around her.

I felt her put a hand on my head and give it a couple of pats to let me know she was back, and I pulled my head off to the side so I could look at her.

“Well, that was fun,” I said. “You’re very entertaining when you cum. And loud. You don’t have nosy neighbors, do you?”

“She’s a flight attendant, and hardly ever home. Just as well, she’d probably want to join in, she’s a bit of a slut. Gotta hand it to you, Sam, you seem to know just what buttons to push. That was a... lot stronger orgasm than I usually get. Really nice.”

“And fun to watch. I’d like to see a few more.”

“I don’t know about that. I usually don’t have more than one.”

“Well, maybe your problem is that you’re not fucking enough scientists, people who are trained to observe and deduce, to experiment until they achieve the desired result.”

“You’re making this a science problem?”

“Just observing that a person trained in the scientific method may achieve results better than the trial and error, or the brute force approach.”

“I can’t fault your logic, but this problem may not be amenable to the scientific approach. Anyway, we have your problem still to deal with.” She poked at my stiffy with one finger.

“I think I know just what to do with that, but let me try some things on you first. As a kind of experiment.”

“Okay, but remember that we both have to work tomorrow, so let’s set a time limit.”

“Fair enough. Fifteen minutes? Okay?”

“Okay. You’re on the clock.”

I asked her to turn over, and as soon as she did I caught my breath at the sight of her torso tapering down to a narrow waist, and them curving out to those hips and that glorious ass. I hadn’t looked closely at her legs before but I wasn’t wrong at the bar, they were toned and firm and long.

I started nibbling down her back, while my hands stroked her sides and hips. I followed her spine downwards with my lips, and when I got to her ass I couldn’t make up my mind to move left or right, so I squeezed her right cheek with my hand, while I licked the left one with my tongue.

She was whimpering a bit, I could just barely hear her, a tiny moan. I could happily spend a couple of hours on just the left cheek, but I was on the clock. I took both hands and pulled her crack apart. I heard her suck in her breath, and when I dropped my tongue into the crack, she said, “Oh, fuck. Oh, don’t...”

It was beautiful, and even if she found it a little strange, I had to lick this butt. I followed the crack down to her asshole and probed it with my tongue, and she said, “Oh, no, no...”

I took two fingers of my right hand and slipped them into her still-wet cunt, fucking her slowly. She was breathing heavily now, and a little tense, I could feel.

“Roll over on your back, Sara, and spread your legs a little, yeah, like that, perfect. Now look at me, look me in the eye, I want to see you.”

She was still a little afraid. I was rubbing her damp pussy with my open hand, spreading the labia and occasionally giving a little slap, not hard. At each slap, I could see her eyes jump, like she was afraid of what was coming.

“Does that feel good, Sara? Your pussy is really wet, and I love the way it feels under my hand.”

She nodded, still watching me, her mouth half open. This time, when my hand slid down, I hooked two fingers and slid them into her pussy. She caught her breath, and said, “Oh!” I curved the fingers up inside her and searched for her G-spot, and thought I had found it. I started vibrating my fingers, massaging the inside of her pussy just under her clit quickly.

Sara said, “What are you... Oh. My. God. Don’t stop that, yesss.”

Her body stiffened and arched as she stared at me with wide eyes and her mouth in an “O”. I changed direction and started rubbing the two fingers from side to side, as quickly as I could. My hand was starting to cramp up a little, but at that moment she grabbed onto my left arm, which was supporting me, and squeezed hard, and a desperate wail started low in her chest until it exploded from her throat.

“Yesyesyesyes, fuck it, hard, harder. Oh, fuck, yes! Don’t stop.“

It was probably only a few seconds before she collapsed onto the bed and in a rush cried, “Oh, too much, stop, you have to stop, please.”

I slowed down, until my hand was hardly moving at all, then slipped it out of her cunt and massaged her pussy lips very gently. Her eyes were closed, her breathing was shallow, and she looked sexy and peaceful.

My arm was hurting from supporting my weight, and a little from her death grip on it, which she had fortunately relaxed so I could escape. I lay down beside her and put an arm over her, and snuggled into her side.

She was quiet for several minutes. Eventually she stretched and turned slowly on her side to face me. She reached out to rub her thumb over one of my nipples.

“No one’s ever done that to me before, that last thing you did. That was really... powerful. I came so hard. I didn’t think I could cum so hard.”

“I really liked seeing you get off. It seems quite, I’m not sure of the right word, maybe consuming. It consumed you. It was lovely to watch.”

She was quiet again while she rubbed her hand over my chest. “I’m not sure how I feel about your tongue on my ass, especially when you’re licking... my anus.”

“Did you like my tongue licking your clit? Was that okay?”

“Oh, yes, better than okay, it felt great.”

“Was my tongue in your asshole painful or uncomfortable?”

“Well, no, not really. It just felt... strange, like it didn’t belong there or something, I don’t know.”

“I won’t do anything to you that you don’t like. I think maybe it’s just something you’re not used to yet, but I won’t do it if you don’t want me to.”

“Thanks, I just have to think about it for awhile. Anyway, we still have your problem to deal with. While I still have any energy left we should take care of that.”

“You’ll hear no objection here. Do you have a preferred position?”

“No, not really, any of the standard ones are fine, as long as we don’t get too acrobatic, like we were playing a game of Twister.”

“Hmmm, that has possibilities for a new variation on a party game. This’ll take some research. I’ll need an assistant.”

“Another time. I have to work tomorrow. Why don’t you lie down and let me try some things you might like.”

It didn’t take much convincing, because my dick was already standing straight up in anticipation. She scooted down till she was kneeling between my legs. She took my dick in her right hand and started stroking slowly, while her left cupped my balls and squeezed gently.

She was watching my face, seeing what I liked. After a few moment she leaned in and licked from bottom to top, then flicked at the head of my cock.

“Oh, shit, Sara, that’s amazing.” She smiled. She knew exactly what she was doing and the reaction she’d get. Now her tongue was dancing back and forth as it moved up and down the shaft. I really couldn’t help it, I was moaning, almost begging her not to stop.

She paused and said, “I might be wrong, but I think you like this, right?”

“Now you’re just teasing me. You know I love this. Why did you stop? More. Please.”

She liked this control just a little too much, I thought, wanting to let me know just who was in charge. At the top of her stroke, she opened her lips and slipped them over the top of my dick, and I gasped out loud. Her eyes never left my face.

She moved up and down just the smallest distance, so her lips were massaging the rim of my cock, and I was grabbing at the bedclothes to keep from screaming out loud.

“Deeper. Go deeper. Suck your cheeks in.”

She increased her pace, still watching me. Her lips were pressed against the shaft, and now her tongue started again, side to side. At some point I knew that ten seconds more of what she was doing would have me shooting my load down her throat.

I grabbed her head and pulled her off, maybe a little too roughly. “Stop! Stop, please, I’m too close now, I won’t be able to hold back, and I want to fuck you a little.”

She continued to look in my eyes, and her hand was still stroking slowly.

“Okay, Sam. I was kinda getting off on seeing how close I could get you without making you cum, but yeah, let’s fuck.”

I leaned over the bed and found my pants with my wallet and the condom inside. I got it on my dick in what may have been record time, and when I turned around she was lying on her back with her legs spread.

“You’ve got me so hot now, I don’t know how long I can last.”

“I’ve already gotten off a couple of times so it’s fine. Come up here and find a use for that thing.”

I moved up between her legs, got my arms under her thighs and lifted them so I could bring my dick right up to the entrance of her pussy. I took one hand and slapped my cock against her clit. I could see the little tremors on her face when I did that. I rubbed my cock up and down against her clit and now she was moaning just a little.

I slid my prick down until it was right up against the entrance to her cunt, then leaned forward so that the tip slid into her pussy. It felt so warm and tight that I almost came right then. I pulled it out, then slipped it in once more, this time a little deeper.

“Christ, that feels so good, Sara, just perfect.”

I got a grip on myself, exercising what self-control I had left, and slid it in and out, just a few inches. She was responding now, eyes closed, with a little grunt as it slipped in each time.

I leaned forward now, leaning on my arms and pushing her thighs back so my dick was now entering her almost straight down. I was able to push in hard for the full length, and each time my torso bumped against hers, she responded, “Yes!”

I was right at the edge and I had to pull out before I lost it. I brought one hand back and used it to hold my cock and slap it against her clit, making her moan. Putting my arm back for support, I slipped it in again, all the way, and when it bottomed, she said, “Yes, do that!”

I was able to keep that rhythm going for awhile, pulling out when I needed to, and I could see her getting more wrapped up in the sensation of the dick hammering her pussy.

The last time I pulled out to keep from coming I said, “Jesus, Sara, I don’t think I can hold on for much longer. Your pussy is just magic, and I’m right on the edge.”

“So what are you waiting for? You got me off, more than once, let me feel you cum.”

“Because this feels so good and I want this to last as long as I can. Turn over, Sara, get on your hands and knees. I want to fuck you from behind so I can see that beautiful ass.”

She rolled over and got on all fours, which was erotic to watch in itself. She got comfortable and spread her legs a little wider. Her pussy was gleaming wet now, and that tight little puckered asshole was calling to me, but another time, perhaps.

I moved forward and my dick just slipped right in, didn’t even have to aim it, it was waiting right there for me.

And once inside her I could feel it massaging my dick, she was squeezing it, almost milking it. I cried out, “Oh, fuck yes, baby, perfect.”

I put my hands on the cheeks of her ass and grabbed as best I could, though it was really too firm for my hands to find purchase, and slid my dick in and out of her cunt, pushing down, and I’d make sure that the last inch went in hard, making her cry out.

It didn’t take long, a few more strokes and I was crying out, “I’m cumming, oh, yes, Sara, don’t stop!”

And she didn’t. She kept shaking her butt while—I don’t know how she did this—squeezing my dick with her pussy. It was amazing, and it seemed to go on forever but was probably over in a few seconds. I was still reciting a mantra of “Oh, shit. Oh, shit,” while she continued to milk my cock with her cunt.

At some point I felt like I was going to fall down if I didn’t lie down, so I held the end of the condom while I pulled out of her pussy with a little “pop!".

I tried to collapse gracefully onto my side. She was still on all fours with her eyes closed and a bit of a smile on her face. She eventually reached one hand over me and lowered herself down and snuggled into my chest.

She was quiet for several minutes, then with her mouth buried in the sheets said, “For someone who said they were ready to cum in seconds, you held out for an admirable length of time. Long enough for me to get off again.”

I was surprised. “I didn’t see you cum. I wish I had.”

“Well, you were otherwise involved with your own orgasm, and anyway, mine was just a small one, but an orgasm nonetheless, and nice to have it while you were having yours.”

“I’m happy for you, and just a little disappointed that I missed it.”

“You have nothing to be sorry for. This was much better than I had any right to hope for. I’m gonna sleep just fine tonight. I hope I’ll be able to hear the alarm clock. Oh. And then when I get to work I’m going to have all those smug little smirks from Dr. Mallory that say, “Oh, I know where you’ve been and what you were doing.” Unless she went off with Frank. Do you think the two of them went off for an ’old-grad-school-buddies’ fuck after we left?”

“Yeah, I don’t know the two of them well enough to speculate. Let me know if you find out.”

“Okay. Sam, this was nice. I’m glad we did this. It was fun, and just what I needed. But we do need to get some sleep. Do you want to stay?”

I thought about it for a few seconds, then said, “I’d like to, but perhaps not this time. I should probably just head home so I can get a shower and a change of clothes, and not be rushed in the morning.”

“Yeah, that sounds like the right thing. You know how to get out of here and back to the main drag?”

“I think so. Let me get rid of this, then I’ll get dressed.”

I deposited the condom in the toilet and peed while I was at it, then washed my hands and face so I wouldn’t be tempted to fall asleep on the drive home.

In the bedroom, she was half asleep, watching me as I got dressed. After a last look around for forgotten items, I leaned down and gave her a long kiss. “This was very special. I’m glad we did this. Now I’m going to go home and dream about your ass.”

I gave it a little slap through the sheet as I got up, and she gave me a sleepy smile.