“Well then...Eric. You will be participating in an experiment today,” I began reciting from the paper on my clipboard, “you will be-”
“I've already been told,” he said with another winning smile, still holding my hand. “They sent a letter explaining what we would be doing in this masturbation experiment.”
Suddenly, I became aware that his hand enclosing mine would soon be enclosing the length of his cock. “Oh.” The heat rose to my face again, and I gave a curt nod, breaking from the handshake. “Very well then. Follow me, Eric.”
“Pretty sweet deal, isn't it? I get paid to jack off, and you get paid to watch me do it,” he said as we reached the observation room.
“There are worse things, I suppose,” I replied shyly.
Before I knew what was happening, he was already taking off his shirt and unbuckling his belt.
Oh God, I’m going to see his cock. I inhaled sharply and turned away briefly before remembering my role as an observer.
He was staring at me, a little confused perhaps. “Don't you see this all the time?”
I shook my head. “No, not really...you’re actually the first person I’m observing.”
“Aahh. You did look new,” he nodded, “but still, this isn't anything new, is it?”
“Oh, no. Of course not. I’ve had boyfriends in the past...”
“And does that mean you don’t have one now?” He grinned, his flaccid cock dangling in my view as he kicked off his briefs.
“Well no...but...I mean...how about we get you started then shall we?”
Without another word, I gestured him into the adjacent room.
“You'll find everything you need set up and ready for you. I will be observing you through the one-way glass outside, from the other room.” I pulled my head out of the room and closed the door, hoping my face hadn’t turned red enough for him to notice.
When I came back to the window from the observation room side, he had already seated himself on the comfortable chair and was looking through the DVD's.
All I focused on was his cock. I wanted to look away, but it was impossible to tear my gaze from it. It wasn't anything pornographic in size – no twelve-inch monster ripping someone apart -- but it was definitely larger than average. It was simply...beautiful. Large, thick and straight. I thought I could see it throb even from where I stood, and despite the glass and distance, I could clearly see the veins of the shaft.
Heat began to rise from between my legs. But I cleared my throat and reminded myself of the task at hand. Concentrate Patricia. Don’t forget to take notes.
The first minute was easy. Eric grabbed a DVD – I could see from afar that the image on the front was a woman with her legs spread wide – and put it in the DVD-player.
The wall didn't completely muffle the sound of the movie. Moaning began almost immediately as he fast-forwarded to when the movie got explicit.
He was muscular, well-built and obviously very strong. Those shoulders, those arms...I shuddered as I thought of them slowly coming to wrap around me, holding me in a steamy embrace.
He started jacking off, and it was clear that he was enjoying himself despite knowing I was watching him from next door. From time to time, he would cast small glances at the one-way glass as though he were acknowledging me.
I couldn't help fidgeting a little every time he did that.
The way that he played with his cock, teased it, milked it. It turned me on more than I would’ve imagined. I'd never seen it done so blatantly before, not in real life. The heat between my legs had become very prominent, and I shivered. I began shifting my legs to try to keep myself from letting my free hand trail down to my skirt.
The moan from the woman on the TV had risen to a climactic crescendo, and I could see on the screen that she was masturbating herself to a satisfying orgasm. The way she shook, the way her eyes seemed transfixed on Eric as he met the strokes of her fingers with his own strokes -- it was all becoming too much for me to resist. I bit my lip frustration, trying to hold my pen steady as I jotted furiously on my notepad.
I almost gasped when he suddenly growled in pleasure.
My pen dropped, my legs uncrossed, my brows furrowed and the next thing I knew, my hand had slipped down between my legs navigating the layers of my skirt and panties, working its way down until the pads of my fingers touched the outer folds of my pussy. It was warm and more than a little moist, juices nearly running down the length of my thighs. Was I really this turned on already? My fingers brushed across my slit, spreading my wetness around the opening. I bit my bottom lip, barely managing to stifle a moan into a low hum.
Mmmm.
Suddenly, Eric took his gaze away from the television and turned his head to look at the window.
My fingers stopped moving, and my breath caught in my throat. Oh God, had he heard me?
Before long, he turned his head back around, returning his gaze to the television. I exhaled a breath of relief. It must’ve been my imagination. Of course he could neither see nor hear me in here. As my nerves began to return, my fingers became bolder. I shamelessly stretched my pussy and inserted two fingers inside, slowly pushing in and pulling out, just the way I liked it.
My vision was beginning to blur. God...fuck...was I really doing this? Playing with myself at work?
It was wrong, so wrong.
Yet so right. My pussy felt on fire, a radiant warmth and heat spreading outwards to the rest of my body. The sensation made me spread my legs, allowing my fingers better access. Moans escaped from my lips; I no longer cared about holding them back.
Eric picked up the pace of his strokes. He stroked that magnificent cock with one hand while his other hand idly leafed through one of the magazines on the table. Two sources at the same time!
I moved closer to the glass, fixating on his fist pumping wildly. Every thought of the clipboard and my notations had gone out the door. Instead, I imagined his clenched fist was my pussy clamping down on his hard length, that I was bouncing on his lap with his strong hands around my waist, pulling me down on his cock, impaling me to the hilt on each stroke. Do it for me, Eric. Pump that hard cock for me. With that thought drifting in my head I opened my lab coat and my blouse.
He turned to look at the mirror again, and I shivered.
Yes, look at me. I gave another groan.
My fingers had increased their dance, and I was rhythmically driving the two digits in and out my warm, sopping cunt. My skirt was pulled all the way down to my knees. I didn't even remember doing that. But it gave me easier access. Roughly, I fingered myself to increasingly-louder moans and whimpers. A third finger went to my clit and I rubbed it furiously, feeling sharp, pleasurable pangs of raw lust at every touch.
Oh god...oh my fucking god! I continued thrusting my fingers into myself, slowly and helplessly kneeling down in front of the one-way glass with my eyes transfixed upon his thick cock.
The sudden, familiar pang arrived without warning. I had just enough time to bite my lower lip to muffle a noise that sounded like a mix between a violent sob and a loud moan before I came.
“Ahnnn...!”
I came harder than I had come in months. My pussy squeezed my fingers rhythmically, refusing to let the slim digits go, and the finger rubbing my clit moved across the sensitive nub with uneven, violent movements that left my vision dancing with colorful spots and blurry with half-shed tears.
When it finally passed, I slowly raised my gaze – still blurry and not completely focused – to the experiment room.
Eric was standing. He was standing by the window with his cock perhaps two inches from my face. He was standing and looking down at me. When I met his eyes, he seemed to see me, sense me. He knew.
He somehow knows! I felt panic rise. Maybe he had heard me moaning.
When he beckoned me with a large hand, I didn't know what to do. I quickly rose and pulled myself together as best I could. The faint reflection in the glass showed me, a girl with her cheeks flushed with
the glow of a violent orgasm, but there was nothing I could do about that.
I walked to the door and opened it, finding him standing there already with an amused, cocky grin.
“Is something the matter, Eric? Did you need anything?”
He stood in front of me with his cock pointing to the ceiling, his head cocked to one side. “Had fun in there?”
“I don't know what you mean,” I denied with a facade of calm. I wouldn't let his ungrounded accusation ruffle me.
He pulled me in the room by one shoulder and pointed to the window, through which I could clearly see the interior of the observation room.
God, it's no fucking one-way mirror. I felt dizzy as I looked up at him, no longer able to keep up that facade of calm.
“I...I...,” I began, swallowing hard. “I am truly sorry. I didn't mean to...I mean,” again I swallowed. “I'm sorry.” I finally whispered. “Please...please don't tell Professor Baker.”
“Oh, I won't.” He grinned. “I liked watching you fuck yourself. And I liked hearing you too.” He took my upper arm in a slow, firm grip. “There are better things than pornos and mags to get a guy off, you know,” he said, closing the door behind him.
The room had a...scent. It smelled so very...male. I felt my body respond to it. My nipples were hard and my pussy was beginning to ache for pleasure again.
“You're really shy, aren't you?” he asked. “Don’t worry. I’ll make sure you feel good.”
“I...” I didn't know how to respond. My body just seemed to move on its own, closing the distance between us.
His hand came to rest on my lab coat, and he slowly pulled it from my shoulders, leaving me in a blouse that was both half-open and revealing.
Oh god, he wants to fuck! He wants to fuck me! I looked up at him dizzily.
Before long, my coat and blouse were discarded on the ground and he had unhooked my bra.
He took my hand and led me over to a nearby chair, sitting down in the comfortable seat.
“Strip.” He ordered me with a smile.
My fingers seemed to move by themselves and my body seemed to know what it wanted more than my head did. Despite having had a more-than-satisfying orgasm only moments earlier, I quickly found my pussy to be more than ready to accommodate another when I pulled my skirt and panties down to my ankles and kicked them off next to the chair. Feeling exposed and vulnerable, I shyly crossed my legs.
“You're so fucking hot,” he whispered and reached out to pull me closer to him by his hand. His other hand pushed my crossed legs apart.
I felt like a doll, directed by the movements of his hands. My heart was beating so hard, I was sure he must have heard it.
He pulled me on to his lap, and I squeaked at the sudden move.
“How about we do a little experimenting of our own?” he asked me, his hands already roaming my ass and working on moving me into an easier position.
Not trusting the steadiness of my voice, I nodded. My mind was a blank. I could barely think and the smell of him made it harder still to form coherent thoughts. When I felt the slick head of his cock probe against my pussy, I looked down at him in surprise.
It had been almost an eight month drought since I last experienced a hard cock inside me. And that long drought was about to end.
“Put it...put it in me,” I whispered, my voice trembling. I saw the lust in his eyes and shivered.
It was then that he drove his cock inside me, and I released a guttural moan deep within my throat. I sunk down against him, pressing my chest against his and my cheek against his neck.
“Fuck...oh god,” I whispered against his warm skin. “Holy...oh fuck, my pussy.” I wasn't capable of wording coherent thoughts anymore.
He grunted softly. “Like it?” he asked and moments later moved his head downwards to my breasts.
I moaned when he took the left nipple in his mouth and sucked on it, sending a shiver throughout my entire body.
“You're so big...oh!” I whimpered against him, shivering again when he gently bit down on my nipple.
“Mhmm...you're fucking tight, Patricia.” He countered with a kiss to my lips. “I'll be gentle.”
I responded to the kiss easily, parting my lips and letting him slide his tongue into my mouth. “Don’t be gentle,” I gasped as his cock drove in deeper. “I want you to...oh!...I want you to fuck me with your big cock!”
His smile widened, but he seemed more eager and began pushing his cock in and out of my pussy in a rhythm that left me gasping and tingling for more. My body felt on fire, and I clung to his large, broad-shouldered form as he lifted me up and plunged me down on his cock. Being fucked so wildly by a man I only knew the first and last name pulled eager moans from my lips.
“Oh! That's it...Oh, Eric. I need this. Oh fuck!” Everything felt as though it was completely honest, and for once, I wasn't ashamed of admitting what I wanted.
“Mmmm...fuck.” He moved his hands to my ass and cupped it firmly, using the hold to forcefully slam me down and pull me up in pounding movements that elicited a gasp from my throat every time.
Suddenly, an orgasm hit with a force that left me surprised and helpless. I cried out, a loud wail that echoed in the small test room.
“Ohhhh God!” I managed to get out before my climax gripped me hard. With a wordless, primal moan, I sunk my teeth into his muscled shoulder to muffle the sounds I made. Distantly, I could hear myself groaning, but it was as though it was happening to someone else and not to me. My cunt squeezed his cock, milking it and encouraging him to continue fucking me.
Not that he needed much encouragement.
He gave a surprised grunt when I came so quickly, but managed to pick up his pace in spite of it. He grabbed my ass harder and fucked me more roughly, his thrusts becoming more insistent, multiplying the effect of my climax to a mind-bending level.
A shuddering moan escaped my lips. I released a sob when it was over, and my vision slowly returned to normal. I had left the distinct impression of teeth marks on his shoulder but the way he was ramming me with complete abandon let me know that he didn’t mind.
“Yes....yes.” I found myself encouraging him further. “Don't stop fucking me. Don't stop fucking me...ah!”
“Fuck, Patricia. You’re so fucking hot.” He panted and moved both of his hands around my slim waist to control me.
I was lifted and driven down roughly. Looking down, I noticed that my orgasm had made us both slippery, and he no longer had any trouble fucking me hard and fast.
Suddenly he stood up.
I gasped in surprise as I was lifted into his arms, cock still buried inside me and carried over against the wall. I felt the cold sensation of the wall against my back, and then he started going at me again with reckless abandon.
“Fuck! Oh yes!” I managed to get out between thrusts, feeling oddly weightless despite being held up by both of his arms and the force of his body.
“Mmm,” He grunted in between powerful thrusts. “I'm gonna fuck you and cum inside you, baby.” He promised with a whisper in my ear.
I shuddered, feeling my pussy get wetter at the prospect. “Do it....do it.” I coaxed him onward. “I want you to fucking cum...cum inside me! The mental picture of the act made me quaver, and I clung to him with every ounce of strength, scratching his broad back.
“Mhmmm....you're so fucking hot, baby. Keep...going!” He encouraged me in turn, cupping one of my breasts hard.
I was about to cry out when he suddenly and brutally pushed me against the wall, his cock driving deep enough into my tight pussy to make me whimper.
“I'm fucking cuuuuminnng!” He growled against me in his deep voice. “Take my cum in that hot pussy!” He held his cock inside my pussy, his fingers digging deep against my skin.
I felt him erupt inside me, warm fluid pulsing deep inside me.
It was better than anytime I could remember. The hot feeling of his cum bursting into me almost sent me over the edge again. He held me close, thrustin
g only in short, rough movements that moved his cock perhaps an inch back and forth. When he suddenly put his lips to my nipple, it was enough to send me over the edge again as well.
With a wordless moan, I came for him once more. I arched back, letting the smaller, second climax sweep over me with surprising intensity like warm waves.
He seemed surprised by the sudden orgasm on my part and held me close, stroking my back and whispering endearments into my ear.
We both slowly came down and Eric lowered me to the floor of the room with hands that were less steady than before. I smiled inwardly and felt good at having affected him in such a way.
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