les histoires de chrislebo

"Marcos gave you excellent reviews, David. He said you got along well with everyone on his crew, you did everything that was asked of you, and he felt he had an especially good rapport with you. He'd like me to offer you the job today, and I'm inclined to agree that you're our best candidate, but I have a few more interviews scheduled for next week. In all fairness, I feel I have to complete the process before I can make you an offer. I can't give you a definite yes or no until next Friday, but my sense is that the job is all yours, if you still want it."

What could I say? I was really let down, but I still really wanted the job, now more than ever. I pictured myself letting Marcos fuck me every day, all summer, and blowing the other guys whenever they were in the mood. "OK," I finally answered, "I guess if I have to wait until Friday I'll wait."

"That's what I was hoping to hear," Mr. Mecham said. He reached into a drawer in his desk and took out some money. "This is just for your time this afternoon," he said. "You probably weren't planning to spend four hours with us."

I saw that there was a hundred dollars, and thanked him. After all, it amounted to twenty five dollars an hour, and I wasn't expecting anything. I left the office feeling pretty proud of myself for getting paid for a job interview. Then I started thinking, four blowjobs, three guys fucking me in the ass, and all I get is a hundred bucks? I could do better selling it on the street. On the other hand, I had a great time, so what the fuck!

Just to complete the picture, I did get the job, and by September I was a died in the wool cocksucker. I also discovered that I was versatile, not a pure bottom, and that Eric and even Carl sometimes liked to get fucked. Marcos fucked me two or three times a week all summer, and I gave enough blowjobs that I lost count. And at the end of the summer, I had a nice nest egg saved up. Not bad for a mere Foreman's Assistant!

Nymphocom


Prologue

Controlling somebody else's mind has always been a common fantasy throughout the ages. Nothing is more fascinating than to have other human beings obeying your will without any restriction even at the risk of their own life. Many scientists have tried to uncover the secrets of the brain but so far our most complex organ has remained a mystery. We know that the braincells communicate using electric impulses, we have identified regions of the brain apparently dedicated to specialties like language, memories and so on but we failed at even the slightest attempts to decrypt memories or to visualize the dream of a *******. The brain is a safe haven for his owner's thoughts, more secure than the most secure vaults at the biggest banks. Well, this was true until recently anyway. My name is Francois Royer, and this is my story.

I had been working as a lead scientist at the French Cognitics & Nanoparticles Research Center in Meudon near Paris for a couple of years now. This very well known research center had hired me directly out of university as my student work had drawn some attention when I proved that it was possible to change the output of a neuron (or a braincell) by sending special formed electromagnetic waves to it. Some of the center's researchers were trying to prove that electromagnetic waves could influence human and ****** behavior and the goal was to find a way to protect people from potential harmful side effects of these waves, like for example waves from mobile phones or wireless network cards. However, as everybody knows, we are just bathing in an abundance of waves from radio, TV, satellites, cell phones or just plain electric cables. Apparently waves could interfere with one neuron but this would be a tiny "accident" and all other neurons surrounding the faulty neuron would correct the signal. The "fault" would go completely unnoticed, corrected by the output of millions of other neurons. It appeared that electromagnetic waves were harmless to human or ****** brains and therefore the research team I was working with was redeployed on other more promising (say "lucrative") research activities. I filed a special request with the center's management to be able to continue searching on the same topic and, since our research center was quite well funded and could afford having some scientist searching on not so promising research fields, it was accepted. I kept the teams lab and all the instruments and I essentially worked alone for several months, mostly ignored by the other researchers who were trying to achieve fame or file prestigious patents.

I had build a machine which emitted waves, interfering with each other, so as to create stationary waves at exactly predefined locations, and my goal was to be able to target each neuron of a simple brain individually. As brains were moving targets, traveling along with their owners like for example the dragonflies I was using in my experiment, a computer was recalculating the position according to the subjects movements. Also a receiver was measuring the reaction of the neurons and using this feedback to increase or release control of each braincell by modulating the waves of the machine. It was quite a clumsy machine with a lot of cables and interface cards connected to weird device. A parabolic antenna the size of a small TV was emitting the waves towards a cage were I was holding the different ******s I was studying. The first tests were quite disappointing, the dragonflies were either not reacting at all, or they would fly around like crazy as if I had burned them badly. The controlling computer was getting billions of informations and it would last decades before I would be through with analyzing all that data. Even a small brain like the one of the dragonfly was huge compared to even our most powerful computers.

The breakthrough came when I talked to a fellow researcher, Kim Chen, who was working on so called nanocomputers, extremely fast and extremely small, as they were not built using conventional microchips but rather with biological molecules. I explained my problem to him about analyzing my experiment's data and he thought that it would be a very good test to see how powerful his nanocomputers really are. A few days later he came into my lab with a normal looking PC laptop computer and put it on my desk. It was his brand new prototype and we spend most of the day connecting everything to my wave machine, testing the interface and checking the flow of the experiment's data. The nanocomputers were at the heart of the laptop and the data I put into it was seemingly analyzed in real time, with the biological processor running at 0.001% of its capacity. It was early morning hours when he finally left my lab with me promising to keep him up to date on how the nanocomputers would perform.

I spent the rest of the night checking the data, making out reactions of brain areas, and sending waves to reproduce the exact behaviour as previously. Dawn was breaking when I was finally able to control a dragonfly flying freely around my office! I rushed to the ****** reserve and borrowed several lab rats and, with the help of the nanocomputer, was able to completely analyze the functioning of their brain within 24 hours. I then slept for 24 hours straight. I woke up fresh and with the decision of trying my machine on a human brain as soon as possible. I drove to the research lab and met Kim in the hallway, I invited him to my lab and while I asked him many questions, I secretly turned my machine on and had it analyze Kim's brain. Of course he did not notice and as soon as he left my lab I checked the results. It was amazingly easy to find the zone of the brain where he had stored the memory of lending me his invention and I programmed the machine to erase these memories along with the memories of him coming to my lab in the last two weeks. I called him again and he came into my office quickly, I showed him a fake error message on the screen and, while he was checking, I activated my machine. He continued typing for a few seconds and then looked up, seeming lost.

"Hey Kim," I said, "have you found what this error message means?"

He looked at me puzzled

"Err ... well ... yes ... I mean ..."

He removed his glasses and rubbed his eyes. "I am not ... feeling ... so well. I'd better go back to my office"

He left my lab, looking quite shocked which was understandable if my machine had worked as expected. He had found himself in my lab without knowing how he got there. I was beginning to understand that my invention was Nobel Prize stuff. Unfortunately for humankind I had more ambitious plans as I was now able to control the human mind.

In the next few weeks I used several of my colleagues to draw a precise chart of the brain and its functions. I tested the removal of memories and made sure it worked by asking the person if they would remember anything. Everything turned out perfectly. I used a female colleague to implant her a strong sexual desire and she nearly raped me on the spot, when I turned off the machine she blushed and apologized, not knowing what happened to her. As usual for any special behavior, we blamed everything on the stress at work.

The next step was to reduce the size of my invention. I wanted to be able to carry it around to test it on people in the outside world. It appeared to be beyond of the scope of my expertise so I requested the help of Kim again : I had him miniaturize the size of his nanocomputer so it would fit into a normal remote control. Afterwards I erased all memories about it from his brain.

I developed a program to realize a dream I had for quite a long time : control "normal" women to please me and obey my deepest fantasies. These women would obey to all my wishes and would be completely submissive to me sexually. This urge would disappear when I turn the machine off, but I built in an override so as to implant this obedience in them permanently, making them my sexual slaves for the rest of their lives. This was a very complex modification to the female brain and I was unsure if it would work at all, the female mind is very difficult to decrypt and to understand : thousands of books have been written on this subject and driven millions of men into madness! I finished the algorithm and stored it on CD which I gave Kim. He had reduced the size of the device to the one of a clumsy remote control, quite bulky but innocent looking. I had to aim it at my victim so that the nanocomputer could identify the correct brain to modify. I decided to bring this device home with me tonight, I called it the Nymphomaniac Control Machine, short NYMPHOCOM!

Chapter 1 - NYMPHOCOM's first "subject" Julie

I went home early that afternoon. I lived on the top floor of a ten story building in a nice and quiet neighborhood, in the outskirts of Paris. I opened the front door to the building and went to fetch my mail in my mailbox. While skimming through a lot of bills I waited in front of the elevators and was joined by Julie, one of my neighbors living two floors underneath mine. She was 22 years old and came from the Dominican Republic. She was studying plastic arts at the Sorbonne for two years now. She had a nice chocolate skin and incredible green eyes and, from what I saw when casually glancing, pretty big tits for her size. She was often wearing tight jeans so that everybody could guess her firm round ass beneath the cloth, she was one hot black chick. I had talked to her a couple of times and, when she was in a good mood, she would tell me something about herself. Most of the time she was rather rude and cold though.

"Good evening Julie"

I smiled at her, blushing a bit, but she was not really the friendly type. She probably thought of her in a high way and she would not really accept me as an equal, I was dressed "normally" in my jeans and t-shirts and this was not her style. I was also more the discrete type and she preferred more "popular" type of men. She behaved very arrogantly but, despite her bitchy attitude, I was really turned on by her looks. I was not particularly attracted to black girls but Julie was definitely the hottest girl around. Of course I had tried to invite her out one time and she had refused by rolling her eyes to the ceiling meaning : how can this guy even imagine that I would accept?? She bluntly refused, making it clear that I would get in trouble if I would dare try this one more time.

She recently went out steadily with the same boyfriend, a muscular hunk who was playing in a high level soccer team. Today she was in a bad mood, she looked at me as if I was poisonous, grumbled a "hello" under her breath and stood farther away waiting for the elevator. Another woman came into the building, a neighbor from another floor. She greeted us and immediately started talking to Julie about this reality TV show tonight, and both seemed to be very excited about it. Julie mentioned that, god thanks, her boyfriend was away for a few hours tonight since he hated this kind of show, he was going out with his friends. I thought to myself that this guy was not as stupid as he looked like. But then it dawned to me that Julie would be the perfect target for my newly invented device : she was not attracted to me so if I could get into her pants it would prove that the NYMPHOCOM was working. And tonight she was going to be alone! We all stepped into the arriving elevator and I stood behind Julie, admiring her smooth curves packed into a tight mini skirt and a pink blouse. I was already getting a hard on.

Obviously I was not sure at all that my device would work like I was expecting. I tried to keep a scientific attitude and thought what I would need for my first experimentation. I fetched my old digital camera which at that time was quite bulky and doing only medium resolution pictures saved onto a diskette you could insert into it. I definitely had to take photos to document what was going to happen, to learn from mistakes and to enhance the NYMPHOCOM further. I was not sure how this would work out ... would the effect be immediate or would it take one two five or more minutes to appear? or maybe never? and, if it worked, for how long? and would she remember anything afterwards? What would I consider success? a smile? a kiss? having sex? anyway I had to test it and I find out tonight!

I turned on the TV and while having some microwaved hamburger as a dinner I watched the start of the TV show Julie had mentioned. As usual the show was a mere excuse to broadcast commercials all over the place, I was astonished that my brain could stand this kind of stupidity without knocking a hole in the back of my skull and leaping into safety... Of course I knew that the female brain was different. I wondered if my device could be a cure for the female attraction to televisual nonsense. After one hour into the show, when I was sure that Julie would be alone and stuck in front of her TV screen, I took my NYMPHOCOM disguised as a standard remote control, put my camera along with my laptop into a small bag and left my flat with my heart pounding. I took the stairs to reach Julie's floor and was soon standing in front of her door. I could hear the TV running with the show on, the volume was probably turned on to the max. I rang the bell, my throat dry and my hands sweating, clutching the device in my pocket.

Julie opened the door quickly with an expression of great frustration on her face. She was wearing a pink silk bathrobe which was ending just above her knees, not too ample so as to show the volume of her breasts pushing against the cloth.

"Yes???" she yelled.

I was somehow frozen at the sight of this beautiful, sexy ... and aggressive ... girl in front of me. I just used the first excuse which popped into my mind, and stammered, "Julie, sorry if I disturb but could I possibly borrow some filters for my coffee machine? I just ran out of ..."

"Does it have to be now??" she asked, rolling her eyes to the ceiling like she always did. She put her fists to her side making her breasts stand out even more

"Oh well it would really help me out as I want to make some coffee for friends who will come over this evening"

She looked at me in a very upset and exasperated way. Since she did not know how to get rid of me quickly she gave in.

"Ok wait a second!" She quickly turned around and rushed into her kitchen, her silk bathrobe flying behind her, allowing me a glimpse of her dark long legs. I took two steps into her flat, switched the NYMPHOCOM on, minimal power, and pointed it roughly in the direction of the kitchen where Julie was opening all cupboards to find coffee filters, cursing me between her teeth. I felt very awkward suddenly convinced that my great invention was most probably not working on the first try. On the other hand the only harm done was that Julie missed 2 minutes of her favorite TV show. I put the active device back in my bag.

Julie came back holding a couple of coffee filter and said, "Here you are!" I took them, thanked her and turned around to leave her flat.

"Thanks again and sorry that I disturbed you during your show"

"No problem, its a pleasure to help you out," she replied, smiling. I could not believe what I just heard but I continued walking towards the stairway nevertheless.

"Oh Francois ..." I turned around.

"Well ... nothing ..." she added.

"Anything I can help you with?" I proposed

"Yes! umm ... I mean no ... " she seemed a bit confused. "What do you carry in your bag?"

"Well, just my laptop and an old camera ...".

I looked at her expectantly. It seemed like she wanted to conversation to go on.

"I will go now, I don't want you to miss anymore of your show!"

"Oh! my show!" She suddenly remembered that this was the show she wanted absolutely to watch undisturbed. "Would you like to watch the show with me?"

"Uh no thanks!" I spat before realizing that I had been to stupid to not take advantage of this proposal but the idea to watch this freaky show made me forget about Julie for an instant. Somehow something was happening.

Julie took a disappointed look. Her beautiful green eyes were like begging for me, she looked so incredibly sexy and I could not help but notice the soft mounds of her breasts pushing her silk bathrobe apart. Before I could add anything she continued.

"Hey, if you don't mind could you help me lift something heavy?"

I turned to face her. She was smiling at me, her eyebrows raised interrogatively, waiting for my answer.

"Well yes, ok, I am pleased if I can help you"

"Oh thanks Francois, that's very nice of you!" and she took me by my hand to lead me into the room, closing the door behind us. My heart was pounding even more and I was not sure if Julie's attitude was due to the NYMPHOCOM or if she was just being polite to a long time neighbor, but then I remembered how fanatic she was about this TV show ... and she just had walked to the TV and shut it off!! My invention was working!

She pointed at a big flower pot containing a nice ficus tree in a corner of her living room.

"Can you please turn it so that my tree gets the light on its other side? it is growing in the wrong direction."

The tree looked fine to me but I went onto my knees and turned the pot around. It was not heavy at all. She beamed at me.

"Great! and to thank you I will make some coffee for both of us!"

"Oh well Julie, thank you as well then."

I decided to not take any initiative to see how far Julie would go. She asked me to sit on the couch while she dashed off to the kitchen to fix the coffee. I noticed her ass cheeks nicely filling out her pink silk bathrobe. As I grew a hardon I ****** myself to examine her apartment closely, to distract my excitement. It was a nice two bedroom flat, with a large living room, with quite a few things lying around. I could see that Julie's boyfriend was not very fond of picking his things up.

Julie came back quickly and sat next to me on the couch. Her bathrobe cranked up a bit and she straightened it out with her hands, slightly blushing when she realized that I had noticed.

"The coffee will be ready in a couple of minutes," she said

I found nothing to reply except, "Uh huh"

There was a second of embarrassed silence while both of us were searching for something to say. I was sure that I did not have many interests or hobby I was sharing with Julie.

"We never took time to talk," Julie said, breaking the silence

"True," I replied, falling silent again. Then I added, "But you are always so busy. Remember when I asked you out?"

"Yes," Julie smiled. "Why not do that on Monday next week? My boyfriend Eric is going out with his friends of the sports club"

She leaned back on the couch to cross her legs and I could get a sight of a lot of her thigh.

"Yes, sure, let's do that next Monday."

I was amazed that I now had a date, the NYMPHOCOM was apparently very well designed, I wondered how far it could take Julie.

"You are always carrying all kinds of technical stuff, what is it anyway?" she asked, having finally found a topic.

"Just my laptop, my old digital camera and a broken remote control I wanted to fix," I said. "Photo and video are my hobbies so I am always ready with my camera with me"

She smiled broadly at me.

"Nice hobby, maybe you can show me some of your work?"

She seemed genuinely interested so I smiled back.

"Sure"

I took my laptop, started it up and displayed some of my old vacation photos. She moved nearer to me to have a good look and started to praise me for the quality of my photos. With each photo she moved closer and I could smell her spicy perfume and her huge left breast pushing against my arm. My cock was starting to get rigid in my pants again. On one of the photos a girl with big tits in a bikini was playing Beachvolleyball. Julie stiffened and looked at me with a jolt of jealousy in her eyes

"Is she your girlfriend?" she asked , barely concealing a poisonous flavor in her voice.

"Not really," I admitted but wanted to push a bit further, "But she had a drop dead gorgeous body!"

Julie made a face.

"Nooo, look at these breasts, they're sagging!"

"No Julie, I assure you they are not, they seem like this because I did the photo when the girl was moving and since her breasts are quite big the were juggling a bit up and down"

"Oh you think she has big tits?"

She seemed like she wanted to rip the photo apart but then came the killer question

"Bigger than mine?"

My brain went offline for a couple of seconds before I tried to take an amused stance

"Well Julie, I would not dare to compare ..."

"It was just to know ... don't worry"

I was speechless for a while and just clicked to show more photos, and Julie went to an awkward silence as well. I did not even remembered this girl during my vacation in Turkey but somehow the fact that she appeared on my photos had made Julie jealous. The same girl appeared again a couple of shots later.

"Did you ***** with her?" Julie asked inquisitively.

"Julie, I think ..."

"Never mind," she cut me off. "Its none of my business anyway"

She tried a weak smile before adding, "But her breasts are smaller than mine."

"I can not really compare what I have never seen!" I joked. Julie blushed even more, her dark skin turning even darker. She then smiled a naughty smile

"Would you be so kind and have a look at mine so that you can compare?"

"What?" I cried out but before I could say anything further she had opened the top of her bathrobe and exposed her naked breasts. She had huge black tits on her otherwise thin body, they were standing out rock hard and I suspected some breast enhancement surgery had helped a bit. My mouth went dry and my cock was painfully trapped in my pants. She put her breasts back into her bathrobe.

"Julie," I stuttered, "Your breasts are the nicest ones I have ever seen."

"Thanks," she smiled proudly, "I am glad that you like mine better than these of that bitch!"

"I can assure you that you look much better than her. At least I am sure about the breasts now!"

"You are not sure about the rest?" she asked sheepishly

She stood up, undid her bathrobe and let it fall to the floor. She was completely naked in front of me and smiled shyly.

"I just came out of the shower when the show started therefore I just put on the bathrobe quickly," she apologized. "I don't want you to think that I want to seduce you. I just want to get your opinion on my body."

"Errr yes of course Julie," I stammered, "I would never have thought that you are trying to seduce me, especially that you have your boyfriend."

"Yes, and I will always be faithful to him!" she beamed, "I just want your feedback!"

I felt some disappointment at what she just said. It meant that I just had lowered her moral limit with my device to some degree. In the meantime I could not help staring at her magnificent body. Her black features made her tight, beautiful, firm, round behind stand out and her thick, perky nipples protrude from her ample bosoms, and seemed to poke out no matter how much of a top she would wearing, her narrow waist exaggerating the rest of her features. Her flawless skin was slightly darker than milk chocolate. She had large brown wide-set eyes, high cheekbones and a graceful neck and jaw line. I again thought the size of her breasts probably was due to implants but they blossomed off her trim, athletic body with a fullness and heft that would make every men's jaw drop.Julie's long muscular legs curved up to a round, high-riding ass which seemed to just beg to be sodomized.

"You are a real goddess," I whispered. She turned around, bent forward and backwards for me to get a perfect view of all details, coming closer with every step. Soon I had nearly her ass cheeks in my face and my pants threatened to burst open under the pressure of my hardon.

"So you like my body?" she asked naughtily.

"Yes of course," I exclaimed, "It is perfect! much better than the girl on the photo."

A thought crossed my mind. "... and I bet that your skin is much softer than hers," I added. Since she seemed to be eager to surpass this girl on the photo I wanted to check if she could maybe go a bit further in the challenge.

"Oh yes my skin is soft! I use a fortune in creams to keep it healthy!"

"I am sure you do!" I replied but she looked puzzled.

"If you don't believe me, then touch!"

"Well Julie, think about your boyfriend ..."

"I love my boyfriend and I am faithful to him don't worry. I just want you to be convinced"

I thought that the NYMPHOCOM allowed her to act like a bitch and still consider herself to act normally. It was quite an interesting effect. I put my hands slowly on Julie's waist and started to move them around on her chocolate skin. She closed her eyes and she shivered slightly. I caressed her tummy and behind and she moaned slightly. I then went up to her big jugs and cupped them. They were quite hard as I suspected but extremely sexy. I malaxed them quite intensely until Julie pointed at the bulge in my pants, smiling.

"Please make yourself comfortable, this must hurt you!"

"Well Julie..." I started but she was already on her knees to undo my pants and have my hard dick nearly pop into her face.

"Don't worry, this is completely normal. You must not be ashamed to have an erection even though we are not doing anything wrong."

She casually took my tool in her hands and started to stroke it slowly.

"I am actually sorry to be the cause of this, I just wanted to know what you think of my body and now look what I have done!"

She had a worried look on her face and did not even seem to think about the fact that she was probably seconds away from getting a facial cumshot.

"Julie ... ugh ... If you continue ..."

"Oh yes I know!" she abruptly stopped what she was doing and jumped up in front of me.

"This girl on the photo, she is wearing a sexy bikini. In order to compare properly I need to wear something sexy, don't you think?"

She beamed and ran towards the bedroom.

"Wait for me it won't take me long!"

In the meanwhile I tried to get my still stiff cock back into my pants, it just seemed awkward to stay half naked in the middle of Julie's apartment. I heard her shuffle things in her room for several minutes and then she came out again. She was clad in a white and silver brocade bustier that laced up the front, sheer white boxer panties, black thigh high stockings that didn't require garters and a pair of black high heels that made her legs even longer. My jaw dropped while Julie walked lasciviously past me, her bathrobe she had wrapped around her shoulders flying.

"I think you can compare better now," Julie said while cupping her breast in her sexy bustier. The bulge on my pants was immediately visible again and Julie matter of factly came to me and undid my fly to remove my cock from its prison

"Please let it out, so I can judge if you like what you see."

She was acting like a perfect bitch but completely oblivious of it. My device had taken all of her inhibitions and sense of guilt. My cock was so hard that it was aching. To distract my attention before exploding I grabbed my old camera.

"And I still need to take some photos of you so that we can compare photos versus photos"

"Yes indeed, very well thought! let's do it!"

I took my first shot of Julie. She immediately jumped forward to have a look at the photo.

"Nice isn't it? let's do more!"

She took me by the hand and led me to her bedroom. She jumped on her bed and took a sexy pose.

"What are you waiting for?" she asked while I stared at her, this beautiful exotic babe nearly nude in her lingery.

I took another photo. She was looking absolutely awesome. She lied down, making erotic gestures and smiling at my camera. I took more shots.

Julie seemed completely oblivious of the erotic nature of her attitude. The influence of my device was powerful and I was wondering what would happen if I was to use it at full power. She turned around, on her knees

"Let's see how my ass looks like on photo!"

I was thankful that Julie had taken my cock out of my pants because I would have torn them apart. I had never experienced such a hardon and I was suddenly thinking about possible side effects of my NYMPHOCOM. I would have to check this thoroughly tonight. My playful victim once again turned around and grabbed my hard dick with her right hand.

"I guess you like what you see," she purred while stroking my meat, "I'll give you more."

She removed her white bustier and laid back, exposing her beautiful breasts.

I took a photo and she removed her white shorty so that I could get a full body shot of her. She then noticed precum on the tip of my dick.

"Oh ... let me clean you ... its all my fault," she said, sounding falsely worried. She took my dick in her hand and grabbed a tissue from her night table. She rubbed me for a few moments.

The tissue was a bit rough so I asked her to stop.

"My god I am so sorry," she exclaimed. "Its my fault. I think with a bit of saliva it will be better." And before I could react she had taken my dick into her mouth and was sucking it passionately. I felt my balls boiling. A moment before coming she stopped abruptly, looked me in the eyes and said earnestly

"I just do that to make up for my mistake, I just want to be very clear that I would never cheat on my boyfriend and it is not as if we were having sex!"

"Yes a blow job is not sex," I concurred, thinking strongly about a former American president.

She beamed at me. "So you don't mind if I continue?"

My mind was wandering and I answered like in trance.

"No I don't mind having my dick sucked by your beautiful mouth."

She immediately started blowing me again. I watched her head bob up and down on my dick, her shiny black hair swaying. Her tongue massaged the length of my pole until I could take no more. Grabbing a handful of her hair, I pulled her head back just in time for my full load to land in her mouth and on her face; spurt after spurt of pearly white cum splashing on her chocolate skin. She gagged a bit and then gulped a mouthful down.

After a second Julie's body started shivering and trembling like crazy and she shouted, "OH MY GOD! OH MY GOD!". I was scared at what was happening now, was it a problem with the NYMPHOCOM? It took her one minute to recover and then she said, smiling broadly.

"I can not believe that I got an orgasm just from swallowing your cum!"

She then realized what she just said and added, "Well I am glad that I could help you with your orgasm too. And we did it without sex! As I said I love my boyfriend ..."

I did not really hear the rest as I felt exhausted after my intense cumshot. I was looking at this beautiful girl who was telling me how much she was in love with her boyfriend and that she would never cheat on him and who still had my sperm in her hair, on her nose, her cheeks, her chin, dripping onto her nude big breasts. As she was speaking she casually wiped a drop of sperm from the corner of her mouth with her finger and licked it clean as if it was a drop of milk. She stopped talking , closing her eyes as if she just had tasted the most exquisite bit of food. After a minute she opened her eyes again and looked at me puzzled. She then proceeded to clean herself with her fingers and licking them clean until not a single drop of my sperm was left on her face. She moaned while doing it as if it was giving her intense pleasure. I watched her for a while, enjoying herself, before she finally came back to her senses and apologized again with the excuse that she obviously had to clean herself.

"Of course you could just have taken a shower," I laughed.

She laughed too but she did not get my point. I was wondering if Julie's orgasm after swallowing my sperm was due to a side effect of my device. I put my now limp cock back into my pants and went to the main room to switch the NYMPHOCOM off. Julie followed me still nude in her stockings, still smiling. I gathered my camera and put it in my bag along with my other stuff. The effect of my device must have stopped quite abruptly because Julie went to fetch her bathrobe and put it on. She had a confused look on her face.

"Francois ... I have... forgotten about the coffee!"

"No worries, we can have one next time."

"Next time ..." she repeated, lost in thoughts.

"Yes, unless you don't want there to be a next time ..."

"No ... well yes, I mean yes, I enjoyed our evening together ... but ... but ... I feel a bit guilty"

Obviously the device was turned off and not influencing her anymore.

"Why would you feel guilty? you said yourself that we did not do anything wrong," I winked at her while walking to the door.

"Yes ... yes I know," she smiled faintly. "You are right!"

I kissed her on her cheeks and opened the door

"Good night Julie," I said while walking towards the staircase.

"Good night Francois," Julie replied. "And thanks!"

It looked like Julie did not need the NYMPHOCOM to be nice to me.

Julie helps fixing bugs

During the next few days I did not see Julie and I did not want to go down to her apartment and check on her as I was afraid to find her boyfriend with her. I was concerned about what were her thoughts. Would she go crazy about what she had done? Had she noticed that she had been influenced by an outside *****? It was my duty as a scientist to make sure the NYMPHOCOM was harmless for its subjects, except for a girl's sexuality of course. I spent my days and nights at the research center in Meudon to weed out potential problems in the control software of my device. Fortunately my colleagues were not interested at all in what I was doing and therefore I could work mostly without interruptions.

My first challenge was the orgasm triggered by the cum swallowing which was a very weird side effect. Julie had been very surprised by it and other subjects might get suspicious if this happened in the future. I needed to get rid of it but it turned out to be very difficult. This was driving me nuts since my code looked perfect, I just could not see why swallowing sperm could produce a sexual orgasm. As it was already around midnight I gave up for the day and went to my car to drive home. I stopped at Mc Donalds, ordered a meal and sat down at a table, exhausted. I took a big bite out of my double cheeseburger and I suddenly realized how hungry I was. As I swallowed my body was feeling real pleasure at the anticipation of all the good calories coming. And this is when I jumped up with a big "EUREKA!!" and stormed out of the restaurant leaving the clerks and the other clients wondering about all the crazy people out there.

The bug in my software was hidden in one of the pleasure routines and I had mixed up eating pleasure and sexual pleasure. Once found it was obvious and I felt ashamed that I read over this routine over and over again without spotting the problem. Julie did not get an orgasm from swallowing my cum but just from the act of eating something. She probably could have had an orgasm from taking a bite from a croissant. While I corrected the problem I also found a memory leak problem. The variable holding the level of pleasure just went out of bounds and this was why the orgasm triggered by the bug was so intense. I shook my head when I realized that I had done some beginner mistakes in my software.

Anyway I kept some of the pleasure levels coming specifically from eating sperm, just enough to give the girls some reward but without raising their suspicions with an enormous orgasm. I also added an "O" button on my fake remote control which I connected to a routine allowing me to deliver an orgasm on command to the subject. I though that it was just fair to give the girls some pleasure too. Obviously I needed to try out all the modifications and corrections I had made and it would be best to do it on Julie again since another girl might react differently and this would make it harder to see if the changes were successful. The next day I purchased a more recent digital camera in order to document my experiences properly and held out active watch for Julie when I was around our home building.

One morning while leaving my apartment to go to work, I took the elevator which then stopped at Julie's floor. The door opened on Julie who was waiting. When she saw me she froze, then blushed, finally came in and said hello. I was also caught by surprise and mumbled something back which meant hello as well.

Julie was wearing a white top which nicely pressed her awesome breasts and thin waist but stopped just above her navel to show off some silver piercing. She also wore a short jeans skirt which revealed her long beautiful legs, enhanced by high heel pumps. The skirt was cut just below her ass-cheeks and I was wondering if it was really a skirt or just a large belt. I grew a hardon in my pants when I remembered that this stunning girl had given me a blowjob the other day. My throat went dry and I struggled to find something to say.

After a few seconds of awkward silence, while the elevator was slowly descending, Julie said, "I am sorry for what happened the other day, you must think I am pretty strange." She looked at the floor of the elevator visibly ashamed. I was relieved that she did not suspect anything about my device.

"Don't be," I replied, " I am as strange as you, I guess." I was smiling gently. She obviously did not know what to say, she kept looking at the elevator floor.

"Actually I really enjoyed it I must admit," I added to break the silence. She gasped as if I had insulted her.

"Don't imagine that this means something between us!" she said in an exasperated tone.

"Nothing happened Julie," I replied quickly, realizing that I had made a mistake. She seemed to blush even more which was quite amazing with her dark skin.

"I feel guilty ..." she whispered. I did not know what to reply to make her feel better so I stood silently next to her. The elevator arrived at the ground floor and we left the building together.

"Where are you going?" I asked. "Maybe I can give you a ride? And we can talk if you feel like it."

She hesitated to accept my offer. She was still considering me as an uninteresting geek and was reluctant to be seen with me. She finally gave in because my offer meant that she would arrive at the University much quicker.

"That's very nice of you, thank you Francois."

At least she was now still quite friendly to me. Maybe because she was feeling guilty, or maybe because she was afraid that I would tell her boyfriend. She had still this arrogant attitude however, and I knew she was praying that nobody she knew would see her with me. She was looking incredibly hot in her short blue skirt, and on my side I was praying that the NYMPHOCOM would allow me to get into her pants. We walked to my car and drove of. We hit some traffic and this is when I asked her about her thoughts of guilt.

"I don't know," she replied. "You are a ... umm ... nice guy but you know, I love my boyfriend Eric!" The way she had said 'nice guy' she could have said 'stupid nerd' instead.

"I am a nice guy, you are a nice girl and we had some fun the other evening and it will stay our little secret. I don't see anything wrong with it."

"yes ...I guess you're right." I could feel that she wanted to deny having fun the other night but she remembered having an orgasm. She sighed heavily and her enormous tits went up and then down in the process. She did not speak for several minutes and I felt that she wanted to talk about something. She sighed heavily again.

"About the photos ...", she started hesitantly. It suddenly dawned to me that I still had the nice photos of Julie we did together. This was perfect blackmail material.

"Yes, they are great! I love them! When do you want to come and see them?" I beamed at her while her eyes went wide. This was obviously not what she wanted to hear.

She gasped. "Actually ... I would like you to destroy them ... I ... I feel ashamed of ... of what I have done."

I breathed calmly before responding. "I am sorry? Why would I ever do that? These photos are great! Well ... ok ... the quality is not that good but I still love them!"

I could feel that Julie was very worried that these photos would fall into the wrong hands or, even worse, that her boyfriend would see them.

"Please destroy them," she implored.

"I promise ... but only if you invite me for a coffee this time," I said like a joke. "Last time we forgot about it."

She had a stressed grin.The last thing she wanted was to have me in her apartment again but the threat of having these photos around was too big."Ok I will not forget this time! You can come over at around 20:00. My boyfriend Eric will come home late today, he has a football match. Please bring the photos."

She hesitated and added, "But please pay attention. If Eric sees these photos he will **** me ... and you!"

I thought that I had to implement a security into the NYMPHOCOM to keep unwanted and jealous boyfriends and husbands away. I kept driving thinking about this feature until we reached the Sorbonne where Julie thanked me and hurried away so that nobody would see her with me. Her stunning figure turned the heads of all passerbys.

I then drove to my lab at the research center. I was unable to concentrate to do any useful work so I spent the day reading papers on new research on electromagnetic waves. Ideas about a new feature protecting me from jealous boyfriends and husbands popped into my mind but I just wrote them down without starting to look at how to code them. I drove home early.

At 20:00 sharp I was knocking at Julie's door. I had my bag with me where I stored the NYMPHOCOM, my new camera and my laptop. Julie opened me immediately, eying the corridor anxiously and closing the door behind me quickly.

"Did you bring them?" she asked abruptly.

I patted my bag and walked to the couch where I sat down. Her flat was very clean as last time but I could see some men shoes near the entrance which could only mean that Julie's boyfriend had come home and left quickly to go to his football match. Julie was probably not home for a very long time as she still had her short skirt and white top on, but she had dropped her high heels to go barefoot.

"Ok, I want these photos," she demanded rudely. She had this arrogant face again and she looked at me as if I was a complete moron.

"How about a coffee first?" I said to her, smiling widely.

"Listen ..." she started. She then realized that she was not in the best position to give orders and stopped. She then rushed into her kitchen with an exasperated look on her face. I heard her slam cupboard doors and noisily preparing some cups. She was fuming because a stupid geek like myself was blackmailing her with some naughty photos. She came back with the empty cups and put them harshly onto the low table in front of the TV.

"Coffee will be ready soon," she hissed. She was standing in front of me and I was sitting on the couch. From this position I could catch glimpses of her panties underneath her skirt and also when I looked up her breasts looked like two huge melons hidden under her white top.

"Listen Francois," she said with a threatening undertone in her voice. "I don't think you know what you are risking. If Eric sees these photos you are dead! do you hear me? dead!"

She looked at me, a desperate expression on her face. "What do you want from me?" she whispered.

"Nothing," I replied. "I am not a blackmailer and I am afraid of your boyfriend. So I would not dare to ask you for something. I am just here because you invited me for a coffee."

"Oh!" She stood there for a second, completely taken by surprise. She had definitely suspected me of wanting to take advantage out of the situation."Oh well ..." she looked towards the kitchen. "Its ... not ready yet."

She sat down next to me. "So Francois, will you give me these photos?"

I nodded and reached into my bag. I activated the NYMPHOCOM and left it in the bag. I also took out an old pen and showed it to Julie.

"This, Julie, is a USB stick which is disguised as an old pen. I uploaded all our photos into it. Its a perfect hiding place."

Now Julie was beaming at me. "This is very clever Francois! I don't think anybody could tell that it was something other than an old pen!"

She took the pen into her hands and turned it around, looking as if I had given her a pearl necklace.

"Thank you so much Francois," she cried out and jumped into my arms. She gave me a big wet kiss on the lips while her airbags pressed onto my chest. I felt a hardon growing at once.

"You are really a nice guy, Francois," she continued while nesting herself into my arms. "You could have taken advantage of the situation and you could have blackmailed me into doing things ...", she added with a somewhat disappointed look. I grinned broadly at her knowing that the NYMPHOCOM was working perfectly.

"I would never do such a thing," I added, putting my left arm around her waist and looking down her immense cleavage.

"I really thought you would ask me for another blowjob or ... more," she whispered. "I am really glad that you are such an honest man."

"You know Julie, I would never ask such a thing from you," I replied, pressing her closer to me and watching the flesh of her boobs bulging out of her top.

"Maybe you don't like my blow-jobs?" she remarked sadly while shifting to position herself over my crotch. She pretended not to notice my hardon but she moved until the hard part in my pants was just between her legs.

"I loved your blowjob the other day," I managed to stutter before Julie stood and then kneeled down in front of me. She had made sure that her breasts brushed against my face while standing up and now she had lowered her top a bit to show off her impressive cleavage.

"Francois, I will give you another blowjob to thank you for your kindness," she panted before opening my fly and helping my dick out of my pants. Before taking it into her mouth she held on and admired it as if it was the most beautiful object on earth. She then engulfed it into her mouth until I felt the tip hitting the back of her throat.

I moved my hand towards my bag to take my brand new camera.

"You don't mind me taking more photos," I asked her while starting to shoot. "We are going to delete them anyway."

She moaned something which I took as an agreement and continued sucking at my cock, playing with her tongue, licking the shaft and kissing the tip of my dick. She even smiled proudly to the camera. I played naughtily with her, holding her head down on my cock, her nose in my pubic hard and the tip of my cock half-ways down her throat. She came up for air, gasping but she had a proud smile on her face too. My device had again turned her into a nymphomaniac.

"Do I look good on these photos?" she asked me, holding my dick close to her cheek and posing for a shot.

"You ... look ... awesome!" I replied, "You are a real star!"

"Let me show you something," she said and stood up. She went to one of the cupboards and foraged among papers in the back before taking something out with a triumphant smile.

"I found one of Eric's porn magazines. I did not tell him, but I had a look at it. I think he just forgot about it."

I was amazed to discover that she held a small magazine with crystal clear ultra hardcore pornographic photos on tens of pages. Julie sifted through it until she found a photo of a stunning brunette looking at the camera with an enormous dick in her mouth, deforming her right cheek.

"You see?" Julie beamed. "It looks sexy isn't it? Do I look like this?"

She sat next to me on the couch to show me the magazine. Her legs were now wide apart and the skirt was now nearly up her ankles. Her panties were visible and stained in the front. My hardon was getting painful. Julie continued showing me the next pages of the magazine. The torrid brunette was now facing the camera with an expression of intense bliss and she was impaled backwards on the monster dick. "Wow!" Julie whispered. "I would like to be in her place."

"I am sure Eric will be pleased to help you out with this wish!" I joked

"Of course he will! I love him so much! but look ... ohhh!" she pulled up her skirt completely, exposing her panties which had a big wet stain on the spot where her pussy lips were faintly visible through the cloth. "You see? I think I like those photos!"

She turned to me with her legs wide spread so I could get full view of her panties soaked with pussy juice. She touched the wet spot. "Oh my god, its sooo much. its usually not that much!" She looked pleasantly surprised and started rubbing her pussy. "Francois can you please help me with it? I don't want it to be dripping on the couch!"

I was happy to comply with her wish and kneeled in front of her between her legs. I looked at her. "You will not feel guilty afterwards? "

She thought for a moment. "No ... I won't feel guilty, I promise. This is not sex, its just a service I ask from a nice neighbor. And you know..."

"YES I KNOW! You love your boyfriend!" I yelled before going down between her legs. I pushed the bottom of her panties to the side, exposing her drenched pussy. As soon as I touched her clit with my tongue, Julie started trembling.

"OHHHHH YESSSSSSS YESSSS!" she hissed

I started licking up her pussy juice which were tasting like honey and I could feel all her body shiver each time my tongue touched her clit.

"OOOOOOOHHHH MY GOD!" she was screaming now, unconcerned about the noise and possible neighbors listening. I concentrated on her clit and sent her over the edge into a mind shattering orgasm, where she battled and yelled until she fell back on the couch, exhausted. I removed my hand from my bag where I had just pressed the magic "O" button.

"Oh wow! " she panted. "You are very gifted! this orgasm nearly killed me!"

She rose up , smiling. " ... and thanks for cleaning me with your tongue!"

She bent towards me and gave me an intense kiss. Our tongues inter-twirled and I had the impression that she wanted to rip mine out. I wrapped my arms around her waist and grabbed her ass cheeks with my hands. She moaned and kissed me even harder. I malaxed her firm ass as hard as I could and I felt Julie's body respond to my caresses. She pushed her bottom deeper into my hands so that I could get a better grip. We kissed and played like this for a long moment then Julie broke the kiss.

"You know that I will never cheat on my boyfriend, it is just a matter of returning a favor." she whispered while bending down and taking my cock in her mouth again. Fire spread around my hard cock as Julie tried to push my meat down her throat. I remembered that I wanted to shoot some photos but I could not reach my camera. Julie understood what I wanted to do and she pushed me gently towards my bag so that I could grab it, still sucking on my dick. I fingered her pussy with my hand in her panties as she was still wearing all her clothes. This was turning her on and she sucked on my meat as if her life was depending on it. I put all my fingers into her dripping pussy except for my thumb which found her asshole. I pushed a bit to penetrate her anus and she gasped as my thumb went in. She stopped blowing me and I feared that I had penetrated some no-go zone but she just grabbed the porn magazine and showed me another photo of the hot brunette's adventures. This time she had a huge cock up her ass and seemed to be ecstatic about it.

"Good idea!" Julie just said before standing up, positioning herself backwards above my lap and taking my hard cock to point it to her anus. I still had my thumb buried in her backdoor but I quickly removed it to make room for my most important member. Julie went down and slowly impaled herself on my cock. Her ass was very narrow but she managed to get my cock halfway in and then started moving up and down. With her legs spread on each side of my lap she was pushing up and down more and more rapidly.

She looked at me proudly. "You see? In the ass its not sex!" she said between two moans. "I can't get pregnant therefore its not sex and I am still faithful to my boyfriend!" The NYMPHOCOM was apparently helping her with a weird logic which allowed her to behave like a slut while still feeling like a virgin. I was not going to contradict her.

She was moaning like crazy and I was sure she was to be heard everywhere in our building. After twenty or thirty movements she had my dick completely up her ass and her ass cheeks were slapping against my balls. I could not see it because she was still wearing her skirt but it felt incredible. I grabbed her waist to help her up and down and she slammed against my cock with all of her energy. I could not believe that I was assfucking this incredible girl. I felt that I was close to coming and I got hold of the NYMPHOCOM again and pressed "O" to trigger an intense orgasm for Julie. She jerked up and dismounted me and then fell to the floor shaking and crying.

I stood up and positioned myself over her so that I could give her a nice facial. She realized what I was doing just in time and caught the first streak on her forehead, the second one on her chin before managing to keep the other ones inside her mouth. When the cumshot stopped she waited for a second and gulped everything down. She closed her eyes as if she just tasted the sweetest of nectars I stood over her trying to catch my breath.

I was standing on shaking legs and started to re-button my clothes. Suddenly Julie jerked up looking terrorized, kicked my bag and the magazine under the couch and hurried to push me into a closet and locked the door behind me. I could now hear noise on the main doorstep and keys rumbling in the lock of the entrance door. Julie's boyfriend was back from the football match, we just had lost track of time! My heart was pounding in my chest and I was overcome with fear. Eric was a real hunk and would crush my bones into pieces.

"Sweety, I'm home!" a voice called.

"I am in the restroom honey," Julie shouted from another place in the apartment. I was scared shitless, wondering if I was going to survive this evening.

I heard her boyfriend growl something, going to the kitchen to ***** something and then walking through the living room to the bathroom. A minute later I heard the shower going and immediately Julie opened the door of the closet I was hidden in. Eric had just gone to take a shower and I could now leave Julie's flat safely.

Julie hurried me out of the closet, leaned forward to grab my bag and pushed me towards the main door along with the bag. She had a desperate look when I pointed out to her that her face was still full of cum and that she needed to straighten out her clothes. She however took the time to blow me a kiss before closing the door behind me. I remembered that she was still controlled so I turned the NYMPHOCOM off and climbed the stairs back to my apartment on shaking legs. When I reached the safety of my apartment I realized that we again had forgotten about the coffee.

the AJHAB feature

I did not ***** well that night. I was having nightmares about my close encounter with death. Julie and I were just incredibly lucky to not have been caught by her muscular boyfriend. Thanks to her quick reaction and also to the fact that her boyfriend was probably exhausted from his football match I made it safely out of her apartment. But what would have happened if he had come home five minutes earlier, finding me spraying my cum on his girlfriend's face?

I decided to play it safe until I had implemented a safety feature into the NYMPHOCOM device to keep jealous males away from me while I was using it. I was not going to control Julie or any other girl before this was done. I was not sure how to do it but once my decision was made I fell deep a*****.

In the morning I drove to the research center while thinking about the problem. Overtaking cars were honking at me and it took me a couple of minutes to realize that I was essentially crawling instead of driving, which is a criminal offense in the understanding of most Parisians. I finally reached the center and hurried to my lab. I was thinking about several scenarios. I could use the NYMPHOCOM to induce irresistible fear in even the most brave men. This was going to protect me but it would feel very strange to those who would be exposed to it. I needed a more discrete approach. I rejected several other ideas but then I focused on jealousy. I just needed to remove jealousy from the mind of my subjects to ensure that fucking their wives or girlfriends would not trigger a violent reaction.

I started up all control computers and powered up the big NYMPHOCOM prototype. I had two problems to solve. First I needed to identify the region of the brain responsible for jealousy and second I needed to implement it into the control software. The tricky part was that my device in its current state was not able to influence two brains at once. I needed some kind of multitasking functionality which was requiring a major rewrite of one of the main program routines.

It spent a couple of hours determining the brain areas where the jealousy feeling was taking place. It turned out to be located in two different areas. One was located in the region of the brain controlling pain and anger, the other one was located in the region controlling pleasure. This looked a bit weird but all I had to do was to influence the part dealing with pain and anger. If I let the other region untouched it was possible that my targets would feel pleasure instead of jealousy. I decided to code my control software to deal only with first area. I compiled everything and uploaded it into my fake remote control. Now it was not able to control girls with it anymore but I just had to test the anti-male-jealousy part before trying to implement the multitasking functionality. I named my new function AJHAB for "anti-jealous-husband-and-boyfriend".

Obviously I was thinking about Julie and Eric to test my new control software. I probably just needed to grope Julie's breasts in front of Eric and see if I was going to survive. Somehow this sounded still a bit risky since I might have some bugs left in my program and this is why I decided to watch out for a better occasion.

On the evening of the same day I was sitting at a club near the Champs-Elysees with a couple of colleagues and their friends. One fellow researcher had invited me along and since I needed some time to relax from my intense workday I accepted. The music was very loud and many people were dancing on the dance floor. I chatted with the friends of my colleagues and they introduced me to all the others. Two women of our group were still waiting for their husbands to arrive from work. All were ******** heavily and the discussions became very animated. I kept sober and observed the women in the group.

One of the women was named Angelina. She was a slim brunette with very long black hair, small tits and a very nice slim bottom. She had been happily married for 6 months now with a stockbroker who seemed to do quite well in his business. She was wearing a rather revealing party dress and she claimed a bit ********* that her husband liked to show her off. She also wore nice high heels which made her long legs seem endless. She looked very beautiful and I was very tempted to use the NYMPHOCOM on her, but I remembered that my device was not able to control her in its current state. I also remembered that her husband was going to arrive any moment now.

The husband of the other woman arrived and both left with some of the friends and most of my colleagues left too after a couple of minutes, claiming that it was getting late. I stood with Angelina and another woman called Ginette who was one of the lab assistants at our research center I knew not quite so well. Both girls were quite ***** and chatting excitedly. They were enjoying themselves and I was having fun watching them. I proposed to go to another club nearby which was well known for his awesome DJ. I feared that they would refuse to stay with a nerd like me but the ******* helped and Ginette immediately responded with a "yes". Angelina looked at her watch, looked at Ginette and answered, "why not". She had given up hope that her husband would turn up tonight, he would have probably just driven home directly.

My car was parked nearby and Angelina sat down next to me and Ginette in the rear. As I drove off I heard somebody shout "Angelina!" but very faint and both girls were too ***** to notice. I watched in the rear mirror and saw a man in suit and tie who was waving at us. I was sure that it was Angelina's husband who just arrived from work. I shrugged and decided to punish him for being late and neglecting his beautiful wife. I did not stop and drove to the other club I knew.

We entered the club and the girls immediately went onto the dance floor and danced crazily to the fast paced music. Angelina and Ginette seemed totally out of control after all the ******* they had indulged already. I sat at a table in the back and enjoyed the sight. The club was crowded but at one time I caught a glimpse of a man sitting at the bar, looking intensely in the girl's direction. He was wearing a suit and tie and I recognized the man who was running after my car just ten minutes ago. It was Angelina's husband. He had managed to follow us to the new club and he was now checking on his wife from a distance. He seemed to be quite happy to see his wife giving a show to all party goers. I thought that I could try out my new AJHAB function since ce we were all supposed to be a bit *****. If I felt up his wife just a bit he would get jealous and if my protection function was working as designed he would not mind that I did. I stood up to walk past him to the restrooms. I activated the NYMPHOCOM just next to him to make sure to control the correct target, since the place was so crowded. He did not notice anything, being captivated by the show Angelina and Ginette were putting on.

I came back and since the tempo of the music change to a slow, I went to the dance floor and invited Angelina to dance in my arms. She did not reject me and she would probably not have rejected Frankenstein either. Ginette went back to our table and ordered a new round of ****** for us. On the dance floor I was holding Angelina very tightly, her tight and muscular body close to mine. She was too ***** to notice that I was holding a bit too close. I let my hands slide down Angelina's back and had them rest on her buttocks. Angelina smiled at me and reached behind her back to remove my hands. I checked discretely if her husband had reacted but he was still sitting at the same place and observing us.

I put my hands back on her ass but this time Angelina rolled her bum in my hands and giggled stupidly. She suddenly kissed me on the mouth. She tasted very *******ic and was probably unaware who she was kissing, but her husband made no move to come over. He should have stepped in as I was clearly taking advantage of his ***** wife. I started to knead Angelina's sexy buttocks and felt a hard on rising. She pressed closer to me, feeling the hardness through my pants. I then moved my right hand up her side and kept it on the outer edge of her breast. I gently rubbed at the side of it and Angelina just giggled again. I was standing on the middle of the dance floor with my hands squeezing at her ass and breast and her husband was not reacting at all. He just seemed to observe us intensely.

After a while we went back to the table where Ginette seemed to be nearly passed out. She had ***** nearly as much as Angelina and was trying to focus her eyes. I nevertheless ordered a new round of ******. Angelina's husband had moved to a table which was on a lower level, a bit below and to the left of us. He had a better view on us and especially he could see if I was going to fondle his wife under the table. I thought about my control software and hoped that his jealousy was turned into pleasure which meant that my function was working the way I wanted.

I started to caress Angelina's legs below the table. She gave me an odd *****en look but said nothing. I sneaked under her dress and caressed her thighs. I discovered that she was wearing stockings and I was now caressing nude skin. She gave a me an embarrassed look and slid my hand back to her knee. She looked around to see if somebody had noticed that I fondled her but with the party raging on nobody had seen anything except for her husband who was eying her like an eagle. Angelina did not see her husband but asked me what I was doing when my hand crept back up her thigh. She made no move to push me back so I started touching her string panties

"You should not be doing that," she said faintly but she did not push me back. Again I felt a hardon growing in my pants.

I discretely checked if Angelina's husband was still watching and I slid my hand into her panties. Angelina just pressed her legs together to forbid me access. Ginette and her were now leaning forward talking enthusiastically about the current episode of a popular TV show. Even close to them I had trouble understanding because of the loud music and I was not familiar with the show anyway. I proposed a ***** and both girls gulped their glass down immediately. Angelina relaxed her legs a bit and I took the opportunity to put my fingers over her pussy. She was completely shaven and even on the outside she was dripping wet. Somehow my actions had aroused her and she just squirmed in her seat but did nothing to stop my actions.

I was encouraged by that and wormed a finger into her dripping wet hole. She gave a little start and looked at me angrily.

"Somebody might see this," she blurted out *********. She looked around the crowded club and then back at me laughing when she realized that nobody was looking. She shook her head and she opened her legs a bit further. I slipped another finger into her and checked on Angelina's husband. I was finger-fucking his wife using two fingers and he was still not reacting. I was now convinced that my new feature was working correctly . Ginette asked what was wrong, and Angelina told her that I was being naughty. Ginette grinned and tried to peek under the table and then laughed. Angelina gave a wry smile back.

"Men!" Angelina said and shook her head again. We laughed and I sensed that Ginette was getting aroused as well. She climbed over us and sat next to Angelina so that she was now in between Ginette and me.

I continued to finger her pussy and there was no doubt that Angelina was getting excited as the dampness of her pussy juices soaked the cloth of her panties. Her husband was just moving occasionally to get a better view and I felt secure enough to continue with the play. Ginette had also put her hand on Angelina's leg and was caressing it gently. I could feel her body trembling when small bursts of pleasure rushed through her. Quickly she was hovering on the edge of an orgasm and was biting her lip to hold back the cries of bliss that were bubbling in her throat. Ginette watched us jealously, her tongue sometimes wetting her lips. She was rubbing the leg of her friend and not missing any piece of the action. I removed my sticky fingers from Angelina's pussy and held them before Ginette's mouth.

"Wanna taste?" I proposed. Angelina jokingly gave me a slap on my legs as I had stopped her short from a heavenly orgasm. Ginette shyly took a lick at my fingers and laughed.

"Angelina, you taste good", she said and then she turned red like a tomato and looked around. Nobody had noticed except Angelina's husband still sitting in the same place. I was amazed at how well ******* was replacing my NYMPHOCOM device.

I resumed the fingering of Angelina's pussy who sighed of pleasure. I slowed the pace of my fingering and kept her hovering on the edge of an orgasm. Ginette noticed that Angelina's string panties were not allowing me full access to the pussy so she motioned her friend to lift herself in her seat and reached down to slide her panties off.

"What are you two doing to me?" Angelina asked, her eyes glazed with excitement. She leaned back in her seat breathing heavily, her pussy now completely nude. Her eyes went wide when I released my hard cock from my pants.

"Stop this!" she said sharply, looking around to check if somebody was noticing what was going on. Indeed the waitress approached our table to bring another round of ****** but she never saw anything. I continued to finger fuck Angelina and she seemed to be resigned to what was happening. I thought about making her give me a blowjob but somehow she would need to crawl under the table and it would not be very discrete. Angelina was still attempting to act as though nothing was happening although her growing arousal was making it difficult. Shea bit her lip then leaned her head forward, she was again on the verge of climaxing.

I was still discretely observing Angelina's husband. He was still not reacting, just leaning forward to make sure to see all the details of what I was doing to his wife. I decided to go for the jackpot. I removed my hand from Angelina's pussy and grasped her waist to lift her over my lap. Ginette understood what I wanted to do despite her ******* state and pushed her friend towards me. I positioned Angelina over my hard dick and pushed her down. Her eyes went wide in surprise and she tried to rise again. She fought my pushing and shouted sharply, "Stop it! now". I smiled at her and pulled her firmly down onto my lap, while Ginette pushed on her legs. Her eyes went even wider and her mouth opened in an 'O' as my cock entered her dripping wet pussy.

I leaned back in my seat and pulled her back against my chest. Angelina hands rested on the table top, her dress skirt slipping open to reveal her pussy and my cock that was pushed deep into it to her husband. She twisted around and repeated, "Stop it!" but I just grinned and humped my groin upward which made her bite her lip again. Ginette was staring at Angelina's exposed pussy then looking around the room like a startled deer. I could see that she was very aroused and casually caressing her own breasts. A group of people passed by and moved to the dance floor, unaware of what was happening to the beautiful girl sitting on my lap.

As soon as the group had gone Angelina spoke sharply over her shoulder.

"LET ME GO!" she hissed. She tried to rise, but I was holding her firmly in place on my cock. Angelina looked around the room as though in horror but the dancing crowd was just unaware of what was happening to her. Still shaking her head she spoke to me over her shoulder.

"Please Francois, please let me go!"

Tears were bubbling up in her eyes, she looked desperate. Ginette came closer and kissed her on the cheek while putting her hand onto her pussy. She started to caress her friend's clit and I could physically feel the jolts of pleasure flashing through Angelina's body. She looked at Ginette, her lovely black hair falling back to my chest, and then slowly raised herself on my cock. Then she reversed direction and slid down on my meat again. She soon moved faster until she reached the pace of the music of the dance floor. Most bystander would have thought that Angelina was dancing on my lap except that she had her eyes closed and her mouth open as she moaned, unhearable with the noise. I could see her husband's jaw drop and his eyes widen. He and Ginette were the only witnesses of Angelina's unfaithfulness and I was proud of a***ing this girl without the help of my NYMPHOCOM.

Angelina body was soon trembling on the edge of a powerful climax, I grabbed her hips and kept her down. Surprised she looked over her shoulder. She seemed disappointed that I did not finish her, but very quickly she remembered to be angry and gave me a cold look.

"Satisfied?" she asked bluntly. A waitress brought yet another round of ****** and Angelina tried to smile and act as natural as possible but the waitress did not even look at us. Angelina's husband though was loosening his tie as he was sweating profusely, probably because of the heat of the crowded room but maybe also because of what he was witnessing.

"Prepare to get it up your ass," I told her. She tried to turn and rise but I kept her firmly impaled on my dick.

"Are you crazy?" she hissed but she closed her eyes when I humped my groin upwards a few times.

"I will cry out if you don't let me go!" she threatened with a ******* voice.

"Go ahead! I am sure there are a lot of people here who will like to tell your husband that you are fucking men in public!"

She looked around desperately, the dancing crowd moving to the rhythm of the deafening music. Ginette was still watching us jealously and rubbing Angelina's pussy more intensively. Her friend gave her a hard look too and I felt her sigh heavily, her inebriated thoughts not able to argue any longer. She lifted her butt slightly and brought it above my dick, her hands on the table pretending to look around for somebody. She then pushed down slightly but her anus was not in front of the tip of my dick and I slid back into her pussy. She started trembling again, the situation was clearly arousing her incredibly despite her protests. She tried again, same result, my meat went back into her warm and dripping cunt.

"Well Ginette, why don't you help her?" Ginette jerked upwards as if I just had woken her up, she looked at the people dancing and all the bystanders and then shyly grabbed my dick with her right hand, she had some difficulties coordinating her movements as she was quite *****. As Angelina raised again she felt for her friend's asshole with the fingers of her left hand. Her hands were covered by Angelina's dress so nobody could see what she was going on except for the sweating husband who was watching intensely.

Guided by Ginette I felt Angelina anus widen around the tip of my stiff dick. Her asshole was not lubricated and I could not penetrate her easily. Angelina raised again and Ginette quickly put three fingers of her right hand in Angelina's pussy. Angelina looked at her friend but Ginette used her sticky fingers to put pussy juice on her asshole. She looked around like a scared ****** while Ginette went back and forth between her dripping cunt and her ass. I grabbed her waist and pushed her down gently and her asshole wrapped around my hard shaft, lubricated by her own pussy juices. Angelina mouth opened in an "O" again and she tried to rise and flee in front of the pain she was having. She looked at me over her shoulder her eyes begging me to stop. I held her waist tightly and pushed her down harder. She went down again, ignoring the pain - the ******* was helping - and I slowly slid into her with the tip of my cock. Ginette was still caressing Angelina's pussy and I could again feel the shivers getting through her body each time her friend touched her clit.

"Ginette! what ... what ... are you doing?" she panted with her ********* voice. She looked at her friend and at the dancing crowd, still scared that someone might notice what was happening to her. She was too ***** to notice her husband sitting not far away who was wiping the sweat from his face with his handkerchief. I pushed her down a bit more and she open her eyes and her mouth wide, surprised by the pain again. Her ass was like I guessed, very firm and pear shaped, and I malaxed her ass cheeks with my hands for a while, with Angelina not moving as this prevented the pain. I pushed my groin up a bit and Angelina jerked up but I was holding her again and she could not escape.

I was half the way in her ass and I could feel the heat around my cock, I felt like it was burning. Angelina grabbed the glass on the table and emptied it in a couple of gulps. For all what she had ***** she was standing ******* quite well. I made a sign to the waitress to bring us a refill but Angelina was scared she could see what was going on so she pushed herself down hard all the way until my penis was completely inside her intestines. She closed her eyes as tears went into them because of the pain. Her ass cheeks were now caressing the top of my legs. She turned again and gave me a sarcastic smile but her eyes wide open with *****en desire. My cock felt like compressed in a very narrow space and it was a particularly exciting thought of me having all of my hard dick inside the anus of this beautiful girl. I slowly moved her up and then down but soon, thanks to Ginette's helping fingers, she started moving up and down on her own, her asshole now warm and dilated. She went faster and after a couple of minutes she picked up the rhythm of the music, assfucking me with tiny back and forths who soon became wider and wider. Her husband was watching us with his mouth open, unable to look anywhere else than at his perfect wife being sodomized by a stranger who had made her ***** over reason.

Ginette was having nearly all fingers of her right hand in Angelina's pussy and she frequently pulled out of her to lick her fingers clean. Angelina looked at her with eyes glazed by ecstasy. "I did not know you were so naughty," she said to her friend. Ginette smiled *****enly and raised her face to Angelina's and gave her an quick and wet tongue kiss.

"When this guy is finished with you I would like to eat your pussy," she said. Angelina took a surprised look, still dancing up and down on my pole. She then smiled and said, "Well I am not a lesbian but its the night to try new things I guess."

She moved up and down to the music and soon she was overwhelmed by an incredibly powerful orgasm. She cried out loud but nobody heard it thanks to the deafening dance music. She continued to anally fuck me for a while but then I hold her hips to have her stop moving as the waitress came yet again with *****s. She left and Angelina turned her face over her shoulder and looked at me provocatively.

"So what now? are you finished with me?" From her looks I understood that she hoped the answer would be no but she was not going to admit it. I started pounding her ass again and she panted as bliss built up in her body again. I spoke to Ginette.

"When I come I want you to grab my dick and gather all the sperm in a glass!"

Ginette was still fingering Angelina and looked at me with her *****en eyes, not understanding what I meant. Then her look brightened and she took a glass from the table, having some difficulties grabbing it, drank half of the vodka from it and kept it in her hand. I felt my orgasm approaching and I told her, I raised Angelina's ass cheeks, pulled out and felt Ginette's hand guiding my meat into the glass.I soon came in thick white streams into it while Ginette was stroking my meat and Angelina was nearly standing with her legs spread over my legs. She sat down again on my lap after I quickly put my dick back into my pants, still breathing hard from my orgasm. Ginette put the glass back on the table.

"Wow ... so much!" she said while watching my sperm swim on top of the remaining vodka. I noticed that Angelina's husband had nearly jumped on his feet to get a better view.

"So now ***** it!" I ordered Angelina. She turned her head and looked at me as if I was crazy.

"That is ... is disgusting!" she stuttered. She turned to face Ginette on the side, her two legs now on the right side of my lap.

"Ginette, help me!" she pleaded. Ginette was too ***** to understand so she handed the glass to her friend. Angelina took it.

"Oh my god! When will you stop make me do these things?" She moved the glass so that the sperm in it would swirl around, like she would do with a cocktail. She put the glass to her mouth and drank the cum and the ******* to the last drop. She licked her lips clean and smiled awkwardly at Ginette and me.

"Very tasty! sperm vodka!" She then giggled nervously and I thought she would pass out but she did not.

On the opposite side of the room her husband nearly fell to the floor when he saw that Angelina had ***** my cum, but he still did not move. People were dancing frantically around as the party went on. I pushed Angelina to my right and she sat next to me trying to straithen her dress out. She made a face as her butt was still hurting and Ginette giggled again.

"You are not used to getting assfucked?" she said.

Angelina gave her a cold look and then smiled. "I have tried it several times but it hurts each time ... especially when fucked by an ****** like Francois!"

"I think you did very well!" I replied. She looked at me coldly as she did not take it as a compliment.

"Now I really need to go," she said to Ginette and she managed to stand up on her unsure legs. I raised to hold her because I was afraid she would fall over. Ginette stood up too and I had to hold her too. With both girls in my arms I walked slowly to the exit of the club, with Angelina trying to straighten out her dress to hide the fact that she had no more panties. We reached my car and I opened the rear door. Ginette managed to climb into the car and fell asleep immediately. Angelina went on all fours to climb into the car but her dress went up, exposing her perfect butt and her bare pussy. My dick stiffened in my pants immediately. I looked around if nobody was to be seen, pushed her into the backseat and entered the car behind her. She was on all fours over Ginette and I was just behind her. I unzipped my fly, freed my hard dick and inserted it into Angelina's still wet pussy. She was clearly caught by surprise but unable to struggle so I fucked her hard doggy-style for a couple of minutes. I pulled out as I came and stained all the back of her dress with white cum. Angelina just muttered, "Oh my god ... Oh my god..."

Satisfied I left the back of my car to sit in the front seat, both girls lying asleep in the back. I looked at them and realized that ******* was as efficient to transform girls in nymphomaniacs as was my device. Also my new AJHAB function against jealous husbands was working perfectly. I just had fucked Angelina up the ass in front of her husband and he had not intervened...

It came as a shock when somebody knocked at my window. I was startled to see that it was Angelina's husband. He did not look menacing but I feared that he might take advantage of the deserted parking to **** me. Carefully I lowered my side-window.

"Excuse me to disturb you Sir," the man said politely. "This is my wife there on your backseat. I would like to propose to drive her home. If you are finished with her that is ..."

I looked at the man as if he was completely crazy. I was unable to say a word.

"Don't worry," he said calmly, noticing my embarrassment. "We are a swinger couple. I enjoyed every minute of what you did to my wife tonight. I hope you will accept that I lend her to you again."

A swinger couple! It took me a few seconds to realize what he was meaning but then I understood that he was used to have his wife fucking around. I gave him an awkward smile and got out of the car. I helped him drag Angelina and Ginette from my car to his car which was parked nearby.

"Thanks again for all you did tonight," he said. "I really appreciated. I will make sure that Angelina is in touch with you very soon." He smiled happily at me and drove off.

It seemed that my test of the AJHAB function tonight was not relevant at all and that I would need to test once again, this time with a real jealous husband. I laughed out loud nearly all the way driving back home.

The new emitter - illustrated edition

I was not very proud about my failed test with Angelina's husband. From a scientific point of view I made all mistakes which were possible to be made. What a stupid idea to try my new feature in such a crowded club. It was impossible to tell if I was controlling the correct target or some other random guy in the room. Anyway I still needed to test my new anti-jealous-husband-and-boyfriend (short : AJHAB) feature but, as I explained it in the previous chapter, I was going to need some kind of multitasking functionality to be able to control the jealous male and the targeted female at the same time. Actually I was considering to develop a way to control multiple targets at the same time. It would be very fun to be able to control two or more girls and have them compete for sex with me. I spent the next three days nearly without ***** to rewrite a big portion of the NYMPHOCOM's control software.

When the software was ready I ran into a new problem. The computing power of my device was enough to control all people on this planet at the same time. The emitter of the control waves however was too weak. I could not get enough power out of it to control more than one target. I spent countless hours on changing parts of the NYMPHOCOM to reduce energy consumption and increase wave output power but it seemed that I had reached the maximum wave strength possible with this emitter type, which was the most powerful on the market. I called several fellow researchers to check if they knew of new, more powerful emitters but nobody had any information. It turned out that I had to give up my dream of controlling multiple girls at once, and even my AJHAB feature was not possible in the same remote control as it required the device to control two targets : the jealous male and the girl.

I started building a second remote control to host the AJHAB function but this was getting awkward. I did not want to run around with a bag full of remote controls but at least I should have some means of defense against jealous males.

I went home and slept for 24 hours straight as it was the weekend now. When I woke up I felt much better. I took a shower and dressed to go out to buy some groceries as my fridge was helplessly empty. I was in the middle of a pedestrian crossing when my cellphone rang.

"Hello Professor Royer, this is Professor Hugenard," the voice said. I had called Professor Hugenard the previous day to ask for more powerful emitters. I stopped abruptly in my tracks and put my hand on my other ear to dampen the noise of the traffic.

"Professor Hugenard hello! How are you today?" Cars were honking around me because I was still standing in the middle of the street. I made a few steps to the sidewalk, trying to hear what he was saying.

"I am calling you regarding your request about the high throughput emitters. Did you see the publication of Professor Valentine?"

I replied that I was not aware of any recent publication of Professor Valentine. She was a researcher with worldwide reputation in the field of electromagnetic waves. My colleague explained to me that she just had published a paper describing a new wave emitter which was thousands of times more powerful than the ones which were currently available.

"She did not publish the details as the patents are still pending. But this will be a small revolution, you know. It will be possible to build more efficient mobile phones for example. No more dropped calls or bad connections. I think this is what you are looking for, " my colleague said. I thank him profusely.

"And by the way," he added before hanging up, "Professor Valentine will be in Paris this week. There is a science convention happening at the congress center at Porte Maillot. You should try to catch her there. Good luck!"

I was nearly stunned by the incredible news. Just as I was needing a device part which did not yet exist, somebody invented it! I rushed home and looked up the scientific publications on the internet.

I knew Professor Sofia Valentine from her reputation. She was a dutch scientist who had already patented a few inventions and made a small fortune out of it. I had seen her on several science conventions in the past but never talked to her. She was young, extremely intelligent and had the curious habit of being always dressed in very unconventional clothes and tainting her hair in very visible colors. She was clearly a bit eccentric but since she was brilliant nobody really cared about it.

I looked up her office number at the University of Amsterdam and called, but the assistant quite rudely told me that Professor Valentine was not taking any appointments, even by phone. Apparently it was very difficult to talk to her as her science directors tried to screen her from any outside disturbances, allowing her to focus on her research. I tried to insist but the assistant then just said that she was not even in the Netherlands. I remembered Professor Hugenard's mention of the convention in Paris. I looked up the details of it in the internet, grabbed the NYMPHOCOM and just drove off towards the Congress Center at Porte Maillot in the west of Paris.

I reached the Congress Center quickly as the weekend traffic was very light. I parked and ran towards the main entrance. A very beautiful hostess nicely but firmly denied me access since I did not have any invitation. She was dressed in a business casual style with a black skirt a white blouse and a black vest. She had short black hair cut into a bob and stunning blue eyes. I was too impatient to meet Sofia Valentine so I did not really cared about this hot girl. I insisted in getting through the gates but the hostess politely refused again. Some security guard was standing nearby and was already looking into my direction. I cursed between my teeth and reached into my back pocket to turn my device on.

"For the last time, I beg you. Please let me through," I implored her again with a low voice. I noticed that the security guard was coming closer, intrigued by what was going on. Thanks to the NYMPHOCOM the hostess was going to let me through so I was not scared. I gave her a nice smile waiting for her answer and taking already a step to the main door.

"Can you please help me with this man here?" she called out loud and the security guard came on running. He grabbed me by the arm and I just stupidly opened my mouth and made round eyes in disbelief. Something was wrong again. This girl should have happily waved me through! She was supposed to find me irresistible!! what the hell was wrong again?

"Can you bring him to the the security office?" She said to the guard. He roughly pulled me along and I was still too surprised to say anything. I saw the girl talking to one of her colleagues who took her place at the main gates and then she followed us. We walked through some corridors accessible only to employees and the hostess opened a small room which was filled with cupboards and diverse office supplies.

"Please make sure he can't escape!" she told the guard. He gave her a surprised look but apparently she was some kind of boss and he obeyed. He took out a pair of handcuffs and bound me to some chair which stood in the room. The girl told him to leave and to give her the key to the handcuffs. He shrugged, handed her the key and left the room. The girl smiled a naughty smile and it dawned to me that the NYMPHOCOM was maybe working nevertheless. She locked the door to the room and came towards me.

My device was design to make girls become nymphomaniacs with me. It was absolutely not designed to make them obey my orders. This girl was controlled and now she had me under her control. I shifted uneasily on my chair while she slowly came towards me.

"Please," I begged again, "I just need ten minutes inside to talk to somebody."

"You told me that," she replied slowly, "but you understand that I need to search you first!"

She kneeled in front of me and opened my fly.

"You could carry a dangerous weapon on you, " she hissed jokingly. "My my, what do we have here?"

My dick was already hard and had sprung right into her face.

"You see? A dangerous weapon! Let me make it harmless!"

I gasped as she took my meat deep into her mouth. Her incredible blue eyes were looking at me while she started to give me a hell of a blowjob. She started moaning while running her tongue all over the tip of my cock and then pushing her head over it again. I felt my cock hitting the back on her throat. This felt awesome and I was suddenly less impatient to find Professor Valentine. On the other hand I really needed to talk to her. I fought the pleasure rising in my body and tried again to talk to my beautiful captress.

"Listen, we can have a lot of fun tonight when you finish your work. I really need only ten minutes inside. Pleaaaaase!"

"Fun ... all ... night?" she replied with her mouth full.

"Yes yes! I promise! All you want!"

She blew me more slowly while thinking about my proposition. She then stopped and beamed at me.

"OK, " she said, "I'll let you in. But you come to pick me up tonight at the main entrance. I finish at 19:00."

"I'll be there, " I replied, relieved to see that she was now undoing my handcuffs.

"Are you sure that you don't want to fuck my pussy a little bit now?" she asked hopefully.

"Not now!" I said a bit harshly. I reached again into my backpocket and switched the NYMPHOCOM off.

She opened the door and invited me to follow her through the service corridors.

"You will not tell anybody, do you?" she asked, now visibly scared about what she had done. My device had released its control and she was back to her normal behavior, but she was most probably concerned about what had gotten into her. Taking an innocent man captive to **** him in a backroom! This could mean prison time for her if she had been caught.

"Not if you let me in," I replied in a threatening manner. She gave me a scared look and rushed me through some corridors.

I walked behind her and somehow regretted that I did not try out her knacky ass but we soon reached a service door and she unlocked it to let me through to the main room.

"Pick me up at 19:00? ok?" She was not controlled anymore but still wanted to meet me ... This sounded like a case of bad conscience, she was trying to make sure that I would not tell anybody about what she had done.

"Sure thing," I replied, already looking around to find my main target.

The main hall was hosting a huge welcome cocktail and more than thousand people were together in this huge convention hall room. The noise was quite loud as all invited scientists were talking to each other enthusiastically. Other hostesses in white dresses were walking among the crowd with tablets full of snacks and ******.

I spotted Sofia Valentine very quickly thanks to her bright red hair. She was wearing a wide red and white checkered top and sport pants with sneakers and I could see part of a tattoo peeking in her neck. She looked like a student and she was probably not much older than most of the students she was teaching to at the University of Amsterdam. She was as eccentric as a brilliant person could be and she was shining among the crowd of grey and boring scientists. Not wanting to lose any time I went towards her.

Trying to talk to her proved to be a real challenge though since many guests were surrounding her to exchange ideas on deeply technical topics. I could not approach her closely enough to talk to her so I waited on the side for an opportunity, while sipping on an orange juice. When Sofia Valentine moved to the cocktail table to grab a ***** I came to her quickly.

"Hi Professor Valentine, I would like to speak about your new emitter," I blurted out. I knew that I was behaving like a real jerk but I needed this information.

"Not possible, this is confidential," she replied with a mocking smile and moved away with her *****.

I realized that I was carried away by my enthusiasm. There was no way that this genius would just give away one of the most valuable scientific secrets to a complete stranger. I thought about controlling her right on the spot but it was not very easy in this crowd, I remembered my experience with Angelina's husband I just had to get the secret to Sofia Valentine' invention. I smiled evilly while patting the NYMPHOCOM in my pocket, I just had to find a better opportunity.

I went back to the main entrance where I found again my nice hostess. She blushed deeply when she saw me.

"Did the convention center do the hotel bookings for all the guests?" I urged her.

She looked at me with wide eyes. "Yes," she stuttered, "but ..."

"Can you tell me the hotel booked for Sofia Valentine?"

"This is confidential, but ..."

I just had turned the NYMPHOCOM on again.

"Tonight at 19:00 right?"

"Yes! " she beamed, and she gave me the address of Sofia's hotel.

I had decided that the best for me was to wait in Sofia Valentine's hotel room because I would be able to question her undisturbed. I walked to the hotel as it was at a short distance nearby. It looked nice and cosy in a side street just off Porte Maillot. I opened the door and I was immediately greeted by a friendly receptionist, an attractive blonde woman nicely dressed in an evening robe. I asked for Mrs Valentine's room number with my best smile and the receptionist did not answer but checked something on her screen and picked up the phone. She dialed, waited for a minute and hung up.

"I am sorry Sir but Professor Valentine is not in her room."

I realized that any hotel receptionist would never give out a guest room number, therefore I grabbed my device and turned it on.

"Maybe I can wait in her room?" I asked with a lower voice. There was a door open behind the reception and I could hear somebody typing on a keyboard.

"I am sorry Sir but I can not let you into a guest's room."

She smiled at me in a professional manner meaning that I should not insist. I double checked that I had indeed controlled her and I could not understand why she was refusing to give me the room number. Maybe it was the same symptoms as my hostess at the convention center? All these problems with my device really were getting onto my nerves. I needed the powerful emitter Professor Valentine had invented!

"I have a courtesy room where you could wait though," she added with a naughty smile.

"Oh well ..." Here we go again I thought.

"Yes, than you very much, I'd like to wait there," I added quickly. At least I was inside the hotel and could most probably easily reach Sofia's room.

She grabbed a room card and came out from behind the reception. She had a nice black dress and her shoulders were free. She gave me a smiling look and went to the stairs.

"Its on the first floor so we take the stairs, the elevator is old and slow."

Apart from the slowness of the elevator the reason for taking the stairs was apparently that she could made sure I could get a view of her stockings when she climbed in front of me. I smiled because my device was working well, and the receptionist beamed since she thought I was smiling because of her nice legs, which was probably true too. On the first floor she stopped in front of a big painting representing flowers and she proudly explained me how she had acquired it.

"So you are not just a receptionist?" I asked.

"No, I am also the owner of this hotel, with my husband," and she quickly added, "and my husband is working on the accounting right now, so he is very busy."

She smiled a naughty smile and stopped in front of room 103.

"This is Professor Valentine's room by the way." She knocked, waited for a second and opened the door with her card.. She walked a few steps inside and came back.

"You see, she is not here," she said and closed the door again.

"I did not know that you took her room key-card too," I remarked, thinking about how I could get this card.

"It's a master-key," the landlady replied. "It opens all the rooms. Its for the cleaning maids for example."

We walked a bit further and she opened room 121.

"This is the courtesy room," she stepped aside to let me in while I was still thinking on how to get my hands on this master key.

"Thanks, but how will I know that Mrs Valentine has returned. Will you call me?" I asked

She did not answer but came in behind me and closed the door.

"Maybe I can make your wait a bit shorter," she replied and she slipped out of her dress, revealing stockings, a nice bra supporting firm breast and string panties barely hiding her pussy.

"and ... and your husband?" I stuttered. Of course I had just the NYMPHOCOM with me, the AJHAB remote control was lying on my desk at the research center. The woman just laughed and waved.

"He is too busy, he will not notice my absence, and there is a another receptionist too, she was just away for a couple of minutes. You see I can spend some time with you! Nobody will notice that I am away for a short time."

She went on the bed, pushing down her bra. She even started to masturbate in front of me. This tigress then jumped on me and ripped my hard dick out of my pants. She started blowing me expertly, giving me deep throat and massaging my balls. She had one of her hands rubbing her pussy and the other on my ass to push me further into her mouth. She made a lot of slurping noises and seemed to really appreciate my meat. I tried to focus on my primary objective which I was in danger of neglecting. I pushed her head deeper on my dick and held her there while with my other hand I quickly fished the master key from her dress which was lying just next to us on the bed. I let it fall just between the bed and the night table where it was not visible. I let the head of the woman go as she was turning red, unable to breathe.

"Wow! you naughty boy," she whispered excitedly, catching her breath. "You want me to swallow you all?"

"Nice room-service you have here I must say," I replied before turning her around and inserting my stiff dick in her pussy. I encountered no resistance at all, she was dripping wet.

"I am glad you like it!" she said, banging herself on my cock. "I like it too!"

I spend a couple of minutes fucking her wildly doggy style when I remembered that I should not wait too long. Sofia Valentine could arrive at any moment and I wanted to be there to control her correctly with the NYMPHOCOM. I pressed the "O" button on my device and sent the landlady shivering down onto the floor in a huge orgasm. She took quite some time to recover, and then she was ready to start fucking again.

"Please Mrs," I said, "go check on your husband, I will wait for Professor Valentine and I will see you after, OK?"

"OK, my dear, thanks!" I gave her a good slap on her ass cheeks and she shrieked half annoyed half aroused.

"And when you see Professor Valentine arriving, just don't say anything, its a surprise. Let her go up, and don't tell her I'm here."

She winked in agreement and left the room, still half undressed. I put my pants back on, still having a hard on. I picked up the master-key and I waited five minutes before going to room 103. I knocked at the door and since nobody answered I unlocked the door with the card. The decoration in this room was more modern and I thought that it fit Sofia Valentine well, mixing old style with modern style. I closed the door behind me and settled in the bathroom to start waiting.

Fortunately I did not have to wait long. Ten minutes later I heard noise at the room door and I went up closely behind the wall with the NYMPHOCOM ready. As soon as the door was shut and I saw red hair from behind I pressed "on" to control my target. Sofia Valentine stopped abruptly.

"Hello," I said, "I did not want to scare you..."

I stopped talking as I soon realized that she was frozen, completely motionless, her eyes closed. I stood there in front of her, not knowing what to do. This was the first time a girl I controlled was reacting in this way. I snapped my fingers in front of her eyes but I got no reaction. I nicely slapped her cheek, no reaction either. This was another bug in my device I guessed but then I remembered the exceptional brain of this woman. She was a real genius and her brain was immensely powerful. Maybe her brain was fighting the influence of the NYMPHOCOM? I took a picture with my mobile phone to document what was happening. I was going to need this evidence to debug my control software.



I touched her arm without generating any reaction, more boldly I touched her breasts. Again no reaction except that my dick grew hard again in my pants. Sofia Valentine was having quite big breasts and she was wearing wide tops to hide this. This girl was not only an international genius but also a very hot chick. I tried to give her a simple order.

"Open your eyes!" I spoke loudly, and to my surprise she opened her eyes. She did not move further and was still completely motionless.



I took another photo, trying to talk to her but she did not answer. I tried another simple order.

"Lie on the bed."

To my amazement she went to the bed and sat there.





Her body was apparently listening to the influence of the NYMPHOCOM but her brain was still resisting. I took some more photos of Sofia. I was amazed at how this bright scientist was looking like a student. I groped her breast a bit more, as this was turning me on. Maybe I could some fun with her body before talking business?

"Stand up," I ordered and my victim stood up immediately.



She stood there motionless just next to the device which was controlling her. I was deep in my thoughts when Sofia suddenly spoke.

"Oh hi! Who are you? What are you doing in my room?" I nearly let my device fall and stammered something but Sofia just went on. She did not seemed scared but rather pleasantly surprised.

"You are taking photos of me? How nice!" She started taking some poses so that I could get a good shot with my mobile phone. It seemed that the NYMPHOCOM had finally won the fight over her brain. I took some more photos while I recovered from the surprise. She seemed to be pleased by my company. It did not even seem strange to her that I had intruded into her hotel room, which proved again that my device was working great. Now I just needed her informations on the emitter she had invented.

"Professor Valentine..." I started.

"Sofia please," she corrected me gently while smiling to my camera.

"Yes... errr ... Sofia, I need to know how you designed this powerful emitter you ..."

I felt how she immediately froze again. This secret was her most treasured possession, an invention which would secure her worldwide reputation and probably a large revenue stream if she sold the patent. Her strong brain was not going to give up without a fight. I tried to ask her several times about the emitter again but she did not react.

Frustrated, I joked, "Or maybe you could just give me blowjob?"

Sofia unfroze immediately and went down on her knees to open my pants and to engulf my dick in her mouth. I was again completely taken by surprise but decided to take advantage of the situation. I shot some photos while Sofia was blowing me with much enthusiasm. Here I was in this hotel room getting a blowjob from one of the brightest scientists in the world like she was a stupid and cheap whore. I was definitely not here for this but it felt very good. I asked her to stand up, which she did. I checked that the power of the NYMPHOCOM was set to the maximum and I asked her again about the emitter.

She froze again, looking at me motionless with her intense blue eyes.

"OK OK! let's just have some fun! Undress your top!" I ordered angrily.

Immediately Sofia smiled at me and started undoing her white and red checkered top. I got a nice view on a flower tattoo hidden underneath. I was amazed at the size of her breasts which were barely contained by her bra. I immediately shot some more photos.

"Very nice Sofia," I whispered, more for myself, but she heard and beamed.

"Thank you very much!" she replied, "I am glad you like what you see."

I fiddled a bit more with my device but I had lost all hope to get Sofia's secret. In order to override the power of her brain I would need her new emitter ... whose design was locked in her brain. Catch 22! damn!

"You may suck my dick a bit more," I said sarcastically. Sofia removed her jeans and sneakers and kneeled down in front of me again. With a naughty smile she resumed blowing me passionately.

I kept shooting photos but it was quite difficult to concentrate as Sofia was very efficient. I was close to coming when I quickly asked her to stop and remove her bra. Her awesome breasts were standing out proudly, I finally got to see these magnificent tits! I groped her hard and she moaned but I went back to feed her with my cock again.
Sofia became wilder and wilder, she was not moaning or talking, she was just blowing faster and faster as if she was now addicted to it. It seem quite unreal to see my dick disappearing in this famous scientist's mouth. I stopped her again on the verge of a cumshot and gave her some pleasure by pressing the "O" button. This sent her back on the bed, panting and trembling

"Oh my GOOOOD," she cried out loud as the climax took her body over. She then lied motionless for a few seconds and I thought she had frozen again, but she had only recovered.
"Please fuck me!" she pleaded. "This is soooo good!"

This was the first real reaction since we had started. Encouraged, I inserted my stiff dick into her pussy and started fucking her hard.

Sofia started crying and moaning as if she was in sheer extasy. I accelerated the pace.

"OHH YESSSSS! PLEAAAASEE! please fuck me! oh my god ..... fuck me!! YESSSSS" she shouted. I was sure all the hotel was listening in. I fucked her hard and she cried out like in agony. After a couple of minutes I turned her around to pound her doggy style. I admired her flawless ass for a second before pushing my hard cock into her pussy. She was dripping wet and I could slide smoothly in and out as fast as I wanted. She was on her knees, her perfect but in the air, legs widely spread and looking back at me in an imploring way. Her big breasts were bouncing back and forth with each thrust. Her hands were tearing on the sheets and holding tight so that she would get all the power of my bangs, my balls slamming against her pussy. I could hear the sucking sounds when I pulled out to admire her gaping hole.

"PLEAAAAAAAASE DON'T STOP!! I love your big cock!!" she shouted, impatient to have me in her again . Sofia seemed to experience a mind blowing pleasure, maybe she was going to be more cooperative now? I decided to try my luck.

"Only if you tell me about your emitter!!!" I whispered to her ear while continuing to bang her from behind.

Sofia made a gargling noise as if something was strangling her. Her face turned bright red and she coughed loud. Her body started trembling but I was holding her hips and still fucking her pussy from behind. I slowed down a bit because I feared that her brain would collapse. She shook her head violently and I could see that her eyes were nearly popping out of their sockets. She made some more horrible sounds and I thought that she was going to pass out. I stopped pushing my dick into her and this made her react.

"YESSSSSS YESSSSS I WILL TELL YOU!!! JUST PLEAAAASE DON'T STOOOOOOOOOOOOP!!!" she yelled.

She started ramming her ass backwards onto my dick. I was happy to oblige her and I continued to fuck her around like crazy. When I felt that I was again on the verge of coming I pressed the orgasm button and Sofia was overwhelmed by pure pleasure. She gasped like a fish out of water and rolled her eyes like she was going to faint.

She slowly picked up her breath again. I was still taking photos and she pressed her tits together to please me. I smiled wickedly before exploding on her face. The first streak shot over the bed but the next ones soaked her beautiful face with hot white cum. Sofia wanted to say something but when she opened her mouth she took two streaks in there. She ****** a bit but swallowed everything proudly. She then smiled at me expectantly, hoping for what was coming next.

I had treated this incredible woman like a cheap bitch but she was wearing my sperm on her face like a trophy. I sat next to her on the bed, exhausted.

"Wow this was really good," she panted, while a gob of white cum ran from her cheek onto the bedsheets. 'Thank you so much for this!". I did not say anything as I was already thinking about asking her how to build my new emitter.

"I don't even know your name," she admitted shyly.

"I am Francois, I talked to you earlier today but you did not listen."

"I am so sorry Francois. I listen to you now!" She looked like a cute shy girl now, if it was not for the cum on her face.

I decided to risk my question now."OK Sofia, now about your emitter ..."

"Yes Francois, I will explain to you!", she replied amorously and she seemed very happy to have me listening to her. Her brain was now entirely dominated by the influence of my device. I had broken her will.

She still had my sperm on her face but now she was talking scientific research and I could only admire all the intelligence of this awesome girl. In fact, like all geniuses, she had made a discovery which was very simple but again revolutionary. Nobody had thought about adding impure metal to the emitter's parts as this was considered damaging for the emitter's operation, but Sofia had found out that some impurities were actually improving the power of the emitter dramatically. I just listened to her with my eyes and ears wide open, and probably my mouth too as I was so much impressed by what I was learning. From time to time she interrupted her explanations to flick some sperm from her face with her finger and lick it clean, closing her eyes to enjoy the taste of it. The NYMPHOCOM had won the battle over her brain and thanks to her it would become even more powerful!

Without any second thought I turned the NYMPHOCOM off since I had all the information I wanted and, as I bonus, I had shagged this wonderful scientist to ecstasy. Sofia was smiling shyly now. She got up slowly and went to the bathroom to take a shower. In the meantime I picked all my stuff up, dressed, and took some notes on Sofia's invention.

When she came out of the bathroom, only dressed with the towel, she came to me with a strange look on her face.

"You did something to me, didn't you?" she said calmly but with a menacing undertone.

I was suddenly in a hurry and walked towards to room door, my heart pounding. This girl was very intelligent and it dawned to me that she would connect the dots. I was sure that she was able to understand what I had done to her, and especially why. She was going to find out the reason why I needed her secret about her invention. I looked back while I opened the door. Sofia Valentine was looking at me with a mocking smile.

"I will find you!" she said matter of factly. And while I slammed the room door shut behind me and started running for the exit I was sure that she was telling the truth. My next encounter with Sofia Valentine was going to be much different!

pairing up the ugly geek

I was home again, sitting in front of my laptop and browsing through the code of the NYMPHOCOM's control software. Before starting to built a new emitter for my device thanks to what I learned from Sofia Valentine, I was again trying to debug a major issue. Something was very wrong. When I controlled Sofia she unexpectedly froze and, even though she had a very powerful brain, this should never happen. The brain is not a computer, there is no such thing as zero and one, on and off. Sofia should have been more or less affected depending on her ability to resist to my device's waves, but she should never have frozen like she did. There was another major bug in my control program and I was unable to find it.

This was when my phone rang.

"Hello Francois, this is Julie," a familiar voice said. "Do you have two minutes?"

I was a bit speechless. Julie, this amazing black girl who was living two floors underneath my apartment, was calling me, even though she was not controlled.

"Sure ... Julie," I stuttered.

"Good," Julie continued, "you know ... I've thought a lot about ... umm ... you know ... our problem."

"We have a problem, Julie?" I asked, completely taken by surprise. My problem with Julie was her boyfriend Eric but I could not imagine that she was speaking about the same problem.

"Yes ... um ... you know," she continued uneasily. "I mean ... we did some crazy things together ... and ... um ... and I want to make sure that ... um ... this does not happen again."

"Oh!" I managed to pronounce.

"I would like to introduce you to a friend of mine," Julie said. "Maybe you like her. You know ... if you are not single anymore then I think ... err... you ... I mean ... we will not be doing this again, you understand?"

"OK, Julie," I replied smiling, "You want to pair me up with a friend of yours, I understand."

"Yes ... I mean ...no," she replied hesitantly. "I mean ... will you come down this evening? Just see if you like her ... I have invited a couple of other friends as well."

I understood that Julie wanted to avoid at all cost to find herself in a similar situation like a couple of days ago. She was now trying to pair me up with a friend of her, hoping that it will keep me away from her. But maybe this was my chance to test the AJHAB function? I looked at the two remote controls lying on my desk. Since the emitter I used was not powerful enough to control two persons at once I had built two devices. One was the original NYMPHOCOM and the other hosted the anti-jealous-husband-and-boyfriend protection, short AJHAB, feature. It required me to carry two remote controls with me but there was no other choice.

"I will be there Julie, thanks for the invitation!" I said after a few seconds.

"Great! thanks Francois. See you at around 20:00." Julie hung up and it seemed to me that she had sounded genuinely happy.



When I joined Julie's little party a later that evening I felt a bit displaced. All people present were looking as if they just fell out of a fashion magazine. I have told this about Eric and Julie but the other guy and two other girls were looking stunning in a similar way.

Julie, in a fine and sexy blue dress, first introduced me to her boyfriend Eric. We knew each other from sight since we were living in the same building but never talked except for the usual 'good morning' or 'good evening' greetings. I could see immediately that he was putting me into the category 'uninteresting'. I did not look like a sportsman so I was most probably not somebody who he could have a conversation with about sport in general or football in particular.

Eric and Julie then introduced me to Danielle and Thierry. Thierry was a real hunk but Danielle, his blonde wife, had the face of an angel on a slender body, with endless legs and a nice rounded ass. She also had a slim waist and huge breasts which were nicely encased in a tight pink top. She also wore a pair of black pants which were skintight across her beautiful round ass.

Julie then introduced me to Diane, who had the same body type as Danielle but with long raven black hairs. She wore a short skirt and a tight fitting white t-shirt which bore the inscription 'DO NOT TOUCH!' across her chest. It was a bit difficult to read as Diane's breasts were even bigger than Danielle's and they were deforming the letters. When I looked at the three big tittied girls standing in front of me I felt a hardon growing in my pants.

Julie explained to me a bit later that Diane was the girl she wanted to pair me up with. Diane just had broken up with her boyfriend and her heart was to take. However I could see that Diane was not at all attracted to me, she probably saw me as a somewhat evolved monkey. Pairing a geek with an atomic bomb is usually not a good idea.

Eric, as the host, poured ****** for everybody. I took orange juice without ******* as I wanted to stay sober and in control when by any chance something was going to happen. The two versions of my device were safely stored in my back-pockets. We spent the next half an hour chatting and the discussions became quite animated as all guests, except me where taking in their dose of *******. I was glimpsing at the breasts of all three girls, whose's impressive sizes seemed to defy gravity. Diane was happily describing her art classes she was taking together with Julie at the Sorbonne and she mentioned that she wanted to become an actress. Danielle knew of an teacher for acting classes and they exchange some phone numbers. Eric and Thierry were talking about football and I tried to make some hopefully intelligent comments to take part in the conversation. After some time I sat back in my chair and just listened in.

I decided to try out my two devices. I discretely pointed the AJHAB version towards Thierry under the table and turned it on. Nothing visible happened and I was not going to grope his wife Danielle just to see if a reaction would be coming. Maybe Danielle could be a bit nicer to me. She was sitting to my left and I took the other remote control and turned it on to influence her. Nobody was noticing what I was doing and no obvious reaction happened, I waited patiently while participating in the discussions.

Julie had organized this party just for Diane to meet me. She had invited Danielle and Thierry along so it would not be so obvious. Diane however did not look at all interested. Julie was now making desperate efforts to 'advertise' me but she was not really convincing since she was herself seeing me as an uninteresting geek. This was really funny and we were all laughing heart-fully at these cumbersome attempts, only Diane was not finding this funny. After a couple of remarks she stood up.

"Look at this guy," she cried out. "The only thing he manages to do is to drool while watching Danielle's tits!"

There was a moment of stunned silence and Danielle blushed heavily. I was caught by surprise as well but Thierry quickly intervened.

"He is not the only one looking at them," he said, winking to Eric who smiled uneasily. Danielle gave me a strange side-look as if she was very proud that I had noticed her assets. I knew that my original NYMPHOCOM was working mostly well, but what about the one with the AJHAB function? I thought I had the answer with Thierry's next reaction.

"Darling," he said naughtily to his wife, "why don't you give our friends a better view of your boobs? I think you can't ignore the unspoken request of your fans."

Danielle blushed again. "You don't mind?" she whispered. The normal Danielle would probably have answered, "You are out of your mind!" I smiled when I saw Julie's and Diane's amazed faces. Eric moved closer on his chair, hoping that Danielle would comply with her husband's request. Julie slapped his arm to show her opposition but not very hard as she was probably curious as well.

Danielle shifted uneasily in her seat. She pretended to be shy about showing her breasts but she glimpsed towards me a couple of times and I could see that she was completely turned on.

She started to reach for the bottom of her pink top. Eric's eyes went wide as Danielle started to pull her top up and we all saw a hint of her black bra. She looked at Thierry to get his approval again and he nodded proudly. Danielle smiled and then lifted her top up around her neck, unveiling her massive D cup tits, encased in a very sexy, lacy black bra.

"Wow they are big!" Eric gasped in appreciation of Danielle's hooters. Julie gave him another slap on his arm but without stopping to look at her friends huge breasts. Danielle was making sure that I was having a good look and since I was sitting just next to her the sight was really impressive.

Danielle then reached for the hook on her bra and unclasped it. I gasped in admiration as the beautiful, busty blonde pulled off her bra and exposed her perfect boobs. Danielle gave me a thankful look, I was the one she wanted to please. Thierry did not seem to mind at all that his wife was now topless and exposing her awesome tits to everybody. I discretely grabbed the AJHAB device, uncontrolled Thierry and controlled Eric, curious about what was going to happen. Thierry was still smiling proudly when Eric suddenly reacted.

"Julie? how about you?" he asked. "You don't want to leave your friend alone in this situation, do you?"

Julie laughed nervously and Diane giggled stupidly. Julie did not want to chicken out and she was very proud of her breasts herself. However she knew that Eric was a very jealous boyfriend and somehow she believed that he was setting her up in a kind of trap.

"I will only do it if Diane does it as well," she replied after a moment.

"Fair enough!" we all cried out except Diane who protested.

"Me?? I will never do that!" she blurted out. "I am not ... " She did not finish the sentence as I had discretely freed Danielle of the control of the NYMPHOCOM and directed it onto Diane.

"Come on," Eric and Thierry pleaded, "we are all friends and we have seen you topless on the beach already. And Francois is your future boyfriend!"

Diane was now looking at me quite hungrily. I grinned while thinking about the power of my device. Diane sighed and pulled her t-shirt up over her head, revealing her large white satin bra. Even if the bra was large it was still looking a couple of sizes to small to contain her boobs. She reached behind her back to free her gigantic tits.

Julie could not stay behind after this show so she reached for the zipper of her dress, arching her back out and causing her enormous tits to jut out incredibly. The cloth fell from her body revealing her huge, bare breasts I knew so well. As Julie's dress dropped to the floor everybody saw that she was not wearing a bra but her breasts barely sagged at all and the black girl's flawless melons seeming to defy gravity. She was now sitting with only a white g-string with white stockings on and her high heels as shoes.

This time it was Thierry who gasped at the sight. All three girls had perfect huge tits.

"So who has the nicest ones?" Eric asked proudly, while all girls stretched their chests to show off their tits in the best light.

"Difficult to say," Thierry started before drawing an angry look from his wife. "Oh well, I think ...," he retreated, "well...umm ... I guess only Francois can judge independently."

"Look at these, Francois," Eric shouted playfully while grabbing a handful of Julie's breasts who opened her eyes wide and looked around startled. She was so proud of her tits that she let her boyfriend play with them in front of us.

"Since you are my future boyfriend you can touch, Francois," Diane said and came over to me. She sat on my lap and pushed out her huge breasts for me to touch. Eric and Thierry looked at me expectantly and Julie seemed very happy to see that Diane had changed her mind about going out with me. I started kneading Diane's soft flesh while she rubbed her nice bottom on my crotch. She felt that I was hard and smiled naughtily before giving me a wet tongue kiss. Julie clapped her hands.

"Francois and Diane are a couple!" she exclaimed happily, her large black breasts bouncing up and down as she moved.

"No, he is just checking out her tits," Eric protested laughingly. "Now Francois, check out Julie!"

Julie looked at her boyfriend as if he had gone completely crazy but I reached again to my original NYMPHOCOM device and controlled her. It was now more difficult with Diane next to me but I managed to do it while Diane was looking at Julie.

"If you say so," she replied and came to me. Diane was still in my lap and was maybe now thinking why she had kissed me, the ugly geek. She stood up but she made sure that her breasts brushed along my face. Thierry made a loud "wooohoooo!" to show his appreciation. The beautiful, topless black girl then sat her perfect ass down onto my lap, her ass pressing directly onto the bulge of my crotch. Danielle was not controlled anymore but she looked as if she was turned on as well.

"Danielle, why don't you sit in Eric's lap?" Julie suggested naughtily. "And Diane, make yourself comfortable on Thierry!"

Diane immediately went towards Thierry who just mumbled 'OK' while staring at the enormous pair of boobs coming closer to him. Danielle saw this and sat on Eric's lap, but he was mostly staring at my hands malaxing Julie's big breasts. He started groping Danielle's breasts nearly absentmindedly, who gasped and looked at her husband guiltily. Thierry took this as an excuse to start groping Diane heavily.

"This is sooo great!" Eric said out like in a trance.

"Thank you Eric," Danielle replied happily but Eric was not meaning her but rather what I was doing to his girlfriend. Apparently my AJHAB device was working! However Danielle's reply made her husband Thierry somewhat jealous so he started to caress Diane's body all over. Diane started moaning to make sure Danielle would see it. Danielle, as a revenge, started caressing Eric's crotch through his pants.

Julie beamed as this was giving her an excuse to start undoing my fly and taking out my hard dick. Eric's jaw fell open and he touched Danielle's clit through her black pants. Danielle squirmed in his lap, enjoying the pleasure and Thierry retaliated by pushing Diane down to her knees and opening his fly. Diane was happy to oblige since she was single and Thierry was a handsome guy. The same was the case for Eric and Danielle was apparently happy to cheat on her husband if he was cheating on her too. Soon we reached the inevitable conclusion that the three busty and topless girls were in front of us three guys and actively blowing our hard cocks. My two devices had transformed a harmless party into an orgy within five minutes!

A sense a great satisfaction invaded me. Eric was notoriously jealous and now he was letting Julie give me a blowjob and enjoying the sight. I considered that my protection device was working as designed but I wanted to make another last test. I pushed Julie's head down onto my hard cock and held her down, her nose now buried in my pubic hair. She could not see that I uncontrolled her with my free right hand and controlled Danielle again instead. I switched hands to keep holding her down while she was gagging and fighting for air. I uncontrolled Eric from the AJHAB influence and controlled Thierry. I let Julie's head go and she breathed heavily for air.

"Great," said Thierry, having witnessed Julie's deepthroating efforts. "Danielle, can you do that too?"

Danielle could have tried to deep-throat Eric but thanks to the influence of the NYMPHOCOM she immediately came to me and pushed Julie aside. Thierry gave me an appreciative nod when Danielle tried to push my meat down her throat. I kneaded the massive melons which were hanging below her chest. Diane had stopped blowing Thierry to admire her friend's efforts as well. Julie went to her boyfriend Eric with a guilty look but there was no way for him to blame her for what she did, so he punished her by turning her around, sliding her panties aside and having her sit on his huge dick. Julie let out an exaggerated moan and we all turned to look at her.

Julie had spread her legs and was riding her boyfriend backwards. His white dick was contrasting with her black skin and we all could appreciate how deep she was taking his thrusts. Julie continued to moan like crazy to show what a great lover Eric was and he was holding her hips to push her down even more violently. Danielle looked back at Thierry who smiled at her while he grabbed Diane's waist to have her stand up. He then lifted her short skirt and, like Eric had done with Julie, he pushed he panties aside to reveal her dripping wet pussy. Diane was not protesting as Thierry was very good looking and she needed a fuck very badly. She impaled herself on his hard cock and started to ride Thierry in the same way Julie was doing on Eric.

After she witnessed her busty friend fucking her husband Danielle turned to me beaming like a kid in front of a Christmas tree. This meant that she could have sex with me and this was her most treasured wish right now, thanks to the control of my device. She impatiently wormed herself out of her tight black pants to reveal a nice black g-string matching her long gone bra. She pushed it aside and sat backwards on my meat. The three girls were now facing each other and riding away, her huge tits bouncing up and down in sync.

"Oh fuck!" Thierry gasped as Diane's skillful pussy was bringing him near the edge, while he admired his wife bouncing on my cock. "Fuck that feels so good!"

I cupped Danielle perfect breasts, amazed by the weight this woman was carrying around all day long. I grabbed as much meat I could get into my hands and started to pull up and down on Danielle's tits to have her ride me harder. This sight caused Thierry to fall over the edge and he started pumping his hot cum into Diane's twat.

"Hey I did not come yet!" Diane protested because Thierry had just stopped her on the way to an intense climax. She unmounted her partner reluctantly while several white strains of cum ran down her long legs. Thierry did not care as he was still captivated by the sight of his wife riding me like crazy.

On the other side Eric was still pounding Julie's black pussy. He had grabbed her legs with his strong hands to spread her more open. The sight of his white cock hammering away at her friend's pussy caused Danielle to start trembling in a powerful orgasm. She rode me even harder and it was nearly becoming painful for me. I was actually somewhat proud that this magnificent girl did not need the famous "O" button to have an orgasm with me. After a few minutes Danielle slowed down and I could catch my breath again, and Eric gave me a superior grin as he was taking Julie's ride without sweating. Diane was sitting next to Thierry, eying us in a bored and jealous way. Thierry was proudly watching his wife impaled on my cock.

"Danielle, you are so beautiful!" he exclaimed.

"Thank you Darling," his wife replied. She then added shyly, "I would like to swallow Francois' sperm, do you mind?"

Thierry gasped. "Not at all, my sweetheart. Show me what you can do."

"You need to ask my girlfriend too," I joked and Diane shrugged and raised her eyes to the ceiling, clearly showing that I meant nothing to her.

"Come ... on ... Diane ... say ... yes," Julie panted, still jumping up and down on Eric's cock. "I .... want ... to ... see ... this!"

Her massive melons were flying up and down and I was wondering if this was going to hurt her at some point. She was now rubbing her pink clit, trying to get an orgasm.

"I don't care," Diane said roughly. Danielle took this as a 'no' since she was convinced that Diane would like to swallow my cum herself.

Danielle was now amorously cycling her butt-cheeks over my lap, my hard dick still buried in her. I had not come but I could use a small break, I was not a sportsman like Eric who could probably do hundreds of push-ups in a row

I reached behind my back to retrieve my two remote controls and I uncontrolled Danielle and Thierry. We all turned to Eric who was still pounding his girlfriend hard in a desperate attempt to get her off by brute *****. Julie was bravely taking it in but I guessed that Eric was being too ****** and she could not come. I was thinking of influencing both to put an end to it but Eric gasped and ejaculated in Julie's pussy. Unlike Diane Julie seemed to be relieved that her partner had stopped fucking her.

"Francois seems to be the best lover," Thierry claimed jokingly. "He is the only one who satisfied his girl. I know Danielle and I saw for sure that she had a great orgasm."

Danielle blushed and looked guiltily at her husband. She stood up and went to him to cuddle in his arms.

"You don't feel jealous?" Eric asked Thierry.

"Actually I felt turned on a lot," Thierry replied, puzzled by his own reaction.

"Yeah, me too," Eric agreed. "I can't believe that I liked that!"

"Hey, why don't you let Francois finish Julie?" Thierry said, turning to me, "it looks like Francois has some hidden talent for this."

Eric was reluctant about it since he was not controlled but Julie, even she was not controlled either, was craving to get her own climax. I decided to get help from my "hidden talent". As soon as I activated my two devices, Eric was more relaxed and Julie nearly hurried to mount me. I gave Eric a thumbs up and he laughed. Julie told Diane to have fun with Eric who happily agreed and Thierry started fucking his wife. Again three pair of big tits were bouncing up and down nearly in sync.

I was again amazed by the sight and I also felt very proud that I could keep up with the two hunks with regards to sexual performance. Agreed, I was cheating a bit but nobody was going to find out anytime soon. I reached again for the NYMPHOCOM and pushed the 'O" button. Julie nearly fell to the floor as the orgasm washed over her body. Eric and Thierry stopped their pounding and I could see admiration in their eyes. Danielle was looking jealously but Diane was now angry because she had again been interrupted at the edge of her climax.

"Come here Diane," I ordered, while Julie unmounted me on trembling legs. She looked at me in a disgusted way but she was too excited to refuse the possibility that I could get her off. She removed herself from Eric's dick with a slurping sound and came over to me to sit backwards on my meat. I uncontrolled Julie and controlled Diane to make sure she would get a good ride. I slid my hard cock up her pussy, driving completely up inside her till my hips were pressed tight against her ass. After only a couple of strokes I used my magic button to make her cry out loud as waves of bliss took her body over. Eric and Thierry were watching with their mouths wide open in astonishment.

Diane turned around on my cock to face me, she gave me a big wet kiss.

"I am happy that you are my boyfriend now," she whispered in an amorous way.

Julie again beamed that her plan had worked well and everybody around the table clapped their hands.

"Let me mark my territory then," I joked and stood up while pushing Diane onto her knees. I was near coming so I just wanked two times before exploding into Diane's face. Her head jerked backwards on impact of the first streak but she bravely took the following ones. He face was soon glistering with cum and she had several white stains in her raven black hair. Thierry and Eric nodded approvingly at my load, while Julie and Danielle seemed to look hungry at the sight of all this cum.

Eric was controlled but I was still surprised when he asked his girlfriend to clean Diane's face with her tongue. Danielle did not even look at Thierry and she kneeled near Julie to lick big white gobs from Diane's face.

"Hi hi hi," Diane giggle stupidly,"it tickles! " She used her hand to lift her gigantic right breast to her mouth and lick some cum off it.

"Great!" Eric stuttered while Thierry looked with wide eyes at the sight of the three big-tittied beauties playing together with my cum.

"I am glad that this is OK with you guys," I said laughing, stuffing my now limp dick back into my pants. "It was a pleasure to ***** your wives."

This was more of a last test, to make sure the AJHAB function was working well and indeed, Thierry who was not controlled made a strange face but Eric, who was influenced by my protective device just smiled.

"Anytime Francois, I am glad you gave Julie some pleasure."

Julie looked back at her boyfriend, still not believing that he was not jealous.

"So Eric you don't mind if I borrow Julie from time to time to fuck her like crazy?" I pushed my test even further. Diane gave me a soft punch on my leg to show that I was supposed to be her boyfriend and faithful to her but Eric just agreed.

"Of course Francois, I'll be happy to share. But I expect Julie to tell me all the details of your date when she comes back. OK sweetie?"

Julie blushed and just nodded because she was speechless. Diane looked at her jealously and Danielle was licking her lips, turned on at the thought that her friend was being whored out to me. She glanced at her husband who shook his head.

"No, not you Danielle," Thierry said quite angrily, "We had a little fun tonight but I don't want to make it an habit."

"Even if I lend you Diane?" I proposed, speaking of my wannabee girlfriend as she was a toy.

Thierry hesitated. He was turned on by the idea but without the control of my device he was just too jealous at the idea of having his wife fuck around. He did not want to rule out the possibility though so he replied, "Maybe." Danielle beamed at me and then at him, she was not controlled but she seemed genuinely interested in me unlike Julie and Diane when they were not controlled by the NYMPHOCOM.

"Can you lend me Diane too?" Eric asked hopefully.

"Of course," I replied and Diane gave me another punch.

"Now wait a minute," she exclaimed, "You are my boyfriend for five minutes now and you are already lending me out to your friends?"

She was not really upset as my device was still active on her. However it made her attracted to me and not the other guys. I discretely reached into my back-pocket to switch the NYMPHOCOM and the AJHAB off.

It was really striking how fast the control of my device was releasing its grip on Diane as I asked her to come to my apartment just when everybody was getting dressed again. She smiled awkwardly and replied, "not tonight, I ... have many things to do tomorrow morning, I need to get up early." Julie was disappointed on her friend but thought she could try her newly acquired freedom.

"Darling, do you mind if I go with Francois?" she asked her boyfriend Eric.

"You've got enough for today I'd say," he replied, annoyed. I pretended to be disappointed but on the other hand I now had my proof that my AJHAB device was working great. I now just had to use Sofia Valentine's secret emitter to make its use less cumbersome and integrate several devices into a single remote control.

"But I wanted to try anal sex again," Julie pleaded.

I froze and Julie bit her lip. She had been carried away and just revealed our little secret without thinking.

"What do you mean by 'again'?" Eric asked her coldly. I could see his arm muscles tense and he darted an evil look on his girlfriend and then on me. It dawned to him that he had been betrayed.

"Do you mean you fucked with this guy before?" He was clearly upset now, and started to slowly stand up.

"Come on Eric," Thierry laughed, "she just did it in front of you! What's the matter?"

I awkwardly fumbled for my AJHAB device but of course I let it escape and it fell onto the carpet. I could not stop looking at this muscular hunk who was looking as if he was going to rip me apart. I slowly stood up as well, ready to run for an escape.

"You had anal sex with him?" He hissed, "You never wanted to do that with me!!"

"But darling," Julie pleaded whiningly, "it was just one time and ..." She stopped speaking as she was only making things worse. Thierry, Danielle and Diane were not laughing anymore as well, they seemed to be scared by Eric's contained rage which was just waiting to explode. I was too scared to try anything and I was like a rabbit caught in a car's headlight. Just minutes ago I had been so proud of my protection device and now I was going to die anyway. Eric was now standing like a tower, his face bright red, his fists clenched, looking at Julie and then at me in turns. For a couple of seconds nobody spoke and it was just like the quietness before the storm.

"I want to see this!!!" Eric yelled at Julie, who stumbled backwards and fell onto Diane's lap. Again there was stunned silence. Eric seemed still completely upset but somehow what he just said was not compatible with his attitude.

"What?" Julie blurted, not believing her ears.

"I want to see you getting your ass fucked, do you understand me?" Eric yelled.

"Y... yes ..." Julie said, and Diane helped her to stand up again. Thierry laughed out nervously but stopped when he saw Eric's furious glance.

Julie came to me hesitantly, looking back at Eric if he was going to do something about it, but her boyfriend just sat back down on his chair, crossed his muscular arms and waited, still fuming. Julie pulled up her blue dress she just had put back on around her waist and then opened my fly. I did not dare to move as I was just too scared but my dick however sprung to life anyway, maybe he was feeling that was going to be his last fuck on this earth. Anyway Julie turned around, pushed her panties to the side and lowered her incredible ass towards my meat and Eric shifted in his seat to get a better view. I thought about my AJHAB device lying on the floor, but there was nothing I could do to pick it up and Julie was now starting to wrap her asshole around the tip of my cock. I grew even harder when I noticed that Thierry and the two girls were looking like stunned at the sight Julie and I were offering.

Since I was not sure to survive this experiment I decided that I would at least try to enjoy it. I grabbed Julie's huge breasts and pulled her down on my meat. She was not controlled so she winced in pain but did not dare to complain loudly. She soon started to slowly move up and down on my cock but without the help of the NYMPHOCOM it was definitely not a pleasant experience for her. I gathered the courage to reach into my back-pocket to activate my remaining device on Julie.

Immediately it went better, the pain was transformed into pleasure and she soon wildly rode on my lap with my cock up in her intestines. She forgot about Eric and just concentrated on her pleasure.

"Oh yes Francois," Julie cried, "fuck my ass!! harder! please!!!!"

Eric looked less furious but more interested. He leaned forward to observe how Julie's asshole was taking all my meat in. Julie noticed her boyfriend and smiled.

"Oh Eric ... Do you like ... what you see?" She panted, "I am ... soooo glad .... that you allow me ... to get fucked like that!"

I thought that it was not a good idea to be so provocative with such a dangerous man but Eric just grunted something and leaned back in his chair. He had a bulge in his pants and I could not really understand why because he was definitely not under the control of the AJHAB device anymore. On the other side of the table I could see that Thierry was turned on as well but on the other hand I was not fucking his girlfriend. I wanted to finish all of this and try to escape to a safe place. I pressed the "O" button of the NYMPHOCOM and the awesome black girl on my lap was torn apart by another immensely powerful orgasm. She trashed and rolled her eyes up, and I was fearing that she was going to faint. Her boyfriend had sprung up again and everybody else was again staring with their mouths open.

Julie stumbled into Eric's arms who caught her tenderly.

"You were great Sweety," he whispered, but loud enough for all to hear. Danielle and Diane came closer to her friend to congratulate her as if she just had set up a new world record in some unknown sport competition. I took the opportunity to quickly bend forward to pick up my device which was lying on the floor. The danger had apparently passed and I tried to stuff my still hard dick back into my pants. I was wondering what had happened, as I could not understand Eric's reaction. He was behaving as if he was still under the influence of the AJHAB device. I double checked it but it was off. I looked back at Eric who was now smiling at me and giving me a thumbs up again. I smiled back uneasily and started retreating towards the front door. As they were all hugging each other they did not pay attention to me and I left the Eric and Julie's apartment. I climbed the stairs back to my flat and closed the door behind me, relieved that I made it home safe but still intrigued by what had just happened.

Maybe Eric was having a deeply hidden cuckold fetish which had been revealed by my AJHAB device? It sounded improbable. And what if the effects of my device were permanent? Impossible because they would have been permanent on Thierry as well. While these thoughts were rushing through my brain somebody knocked softly on my door.

I opened and there stood Danielle, the stunning blonde wife with her angel face and her pink top.

"Hi Francois," she said softly while turning bright red in her face. "I came to ... err ... swallow your sperm. You ... umm ...promised and ... and Diane is OK, she just told me that. Since you did not ... come just before with Julie ..."

I was too speechless to answer anything and Danielle hushed past me into my flat with a guilty smile. Danielle was not controlled but she had shown previously that she did not dislike me.

"Yes ... but ..." I stuttered.

"Ah yes... and Thierry wants you to tape it ... you know ... when you come in ... my mouth. He wants to have the video as a souvenir!"

I laughed out loud. Now it all made sense! My AJHAB device was making permanent modifications to the male brain. Eric and Thierry were now behaving as if they were under constant control. This was a major bug but somehow I decided that I would take my time to fix this one. I closed the door and slowly walked to the amazing girl who was standing in front of me expectantly.

Arrested!

I was sitting on an uncomfortable bench in the Neuilly Police Station. My left hand was handcuffed to a steel bar encased into the station's wall and the chain clicked against the metal each time I shifted on my seat to find a more comfortable position. A couple of grim looking guys were in the same situation, chained to the wall and waiting endless hours before being interrogated by the police officers. When they had arrested me they told me that I was suspected of being a pimp and that Diane was one of my girls. Obviously this was true even though I had only been pimping Diane out for a couple of hours. I felt that now I was going to pay for misusing the NYMPHOCOM on innocent girls. I was depressed at the thought about what was going to happen. I was going to be indicted, to lose my job and my reputation and, to make matters worse, I was going to lose my invention. Two officers had confiscated all my belongings and they had taken Diane somewhere in the building. They were surely trying to get her testimony and charge me.

Diane was crying when they took her away earlier. She was still controlled and was shouting at the policemen.

"He is my boyfriend! I am not a prostitute!!"

Unfortunately she could not really pretend that she was not a hooker as she was dressed like Julia Roberts in "Pretty Woman" in her street girl dress. All policemen looked at her with their jaws dropped when she was pushed through the corridor. Some of the agents who were holding her took the opportunity to get a feel of her huge breasts or of her tight ass checks and all of the men handcuffed to their benches whistled and growled at the sight. My only glimpse of hope was that french police was known as notoriously corrupt. Maybe I could find a way out of trouble, but I had no money and no other means to give an incentive to any police officer to release Diane and me.

After more than eight hours of waiting, finally a young police recruit came to escort me into a small office where two mean looking officers were sitting. They did not waste any time to get straight down to business.

"We want your detailed confession," one of the men barked, "This is the only way you will get a lighter sentence. Your full cooperation no less, or you will disappear in prison for many years."

He was the oldest of the two and was proudly wearing a ridiculously big mustache.

"I don't know what you are talking about," I replied by putting on my dumbest face.

"Your girl has confessed!" he shouted full of hate. "There is no reason to deny it. You have ****** this girl into prostitution!"

While one policeman continued to threaten me, the other one took out a clear plastic bag and removed a handful of euro bills.

"You see??" he yelled even more. "This is a proof! The proof that your girl has been working sexually for money! How many other girls are working for you? Huh?? Do you listen you bastard??"

I was momentarily distracted as I just had seen the NYMPHOCOM in the bag. It had saved me in other situations but this time, even if I could get hold of it, I did not know how it would save me again.

"Go get the girl!" the man with the mustache told his colleague who rushed away. He kept staring at me like he was going to **** me until the door opened again and Diane was brought into the room.

"Oh Francois," she cried desperately when she saw me, "What is going on?"

I took her in my arms for a second before the policemen separated us and had us sit down next to each other on two chairs. Diane looked awfully tired but she was still wearing her whore-dress and still looked incredibly sexy. The officer with the mustache stared at her for a couple of seconds.

"Are you OK?" I whispered to her, a bit shaken when I realized what I had done to this beautiful girl.

"Yes, Francois," Diane sobbed under her tears. "They kept searching me over and over, patting me down and ..."

"SILENCE!" the man roared and Diane went quiet and looked at him with wide eyes.

He flipped through some pages of a file his colleague had put on the desk.

"You admit having sold sexual services in the Bois de Boulogne?" he asked Diane with a menacing undertone.

"Yes, but ...."

"... and this man made you do it?" he interrupted her harshly.

"Yes, but ....

"You see?" he shouted while turning triumphantly to me, "We have a confession!"

Diane wanted to say something but Mustache made a sign which made her stop in her tracks. His colleague was eying her impressive cleavage and she tried to cover her big breasts with the most cloth she could. This only made her chest appear even bigger and Mustache lost his train of thoughts.

"Well ... errr ..." he stuttered. "As I said we have an ... umm .. confession..."

"Let me explain," I proposed quickly, while trying to invent an excuse. "Diane is my girlfriend. I love her very much."

At these words Diane beamed. "I love you too Francois," she whispered lovingly. She was still under the control of the NYMPHOCOM as nobody did turn it off. I went on with my explanation while the two policemen still glimpsed towards Diane's body to get plenty of eyeful of it.

"She is a very loving girlfriend but she has a slight problem ..." My brain was rushing to find a way to make our little trip to the Bois de Boulogne innocent enough. I started to have an idea while Diane and the two policemen looked at me puzzled.

"My girlfriend wants to be a movie star!" I exclaimed happily. Maybe telling the truth would help.

There was a moment of stunned silence but Diane caught on quickly when I kicked her foot slightly.

"Yes indeed," she admitted while turning bright red, "Its my dream job and my favorite actress is Julia Roberts."

She stood up in front of us. "You recognize Julia's dress in Pretty Woman, don't you?"

The two officers looked stupidly when Diane turned around in her white dress and thigh high boots and bent over to stick her fine bottom out at them. Her dress rode up her ass to reveal that she was not wearing any panties.

"And Francois was nice enough to bring me to the Bois de Boulogne so that I could practice my play a little bit," she added innocently. She then noticed what the policemen were looking at.

"Oh I am sorry but they took my panties when the other policemen searched my pussy earlier," she explained, as the two men were nearly drooling at the sight. "They were thinking that I was hiding ***** in there or something."

She slowly moved her right hand between her legs, looking back over her shoulder while the two police officers came closer to get a better view. She then winked at me discretely.

"But they found nothing," she continued while worming her middle finger deep into her pussy. The younger policeman gasped but Mustache slapped him on the arm without even looking away from Diane's round and firm ass.

"And they even searched my anus!" she explained matter-of-factly, while reaching with her left hand over her back and pushing the other middle finger into her asshole. She finger fucked her two holes for a while while glimpsing at me to see my reaction. I nodded carefully and stood up to make room for the two police officer to come even closer to Diane's ass. Mustache seemed to come out of a trance when he said,

"I am sorry Miss but I think we have to search you again."

The two officers looked at each other with an evil grin and the younger one went to lock the door. Apparently it was common for them to blackmail hookers into giving free sexual services as they did not seem to have any second thoughts when they started to take out their hard dicks. I let them approach and retreated towards the desk where I was seeing my belongings in the clear plastic bag.

"We will use our specially trained cocks to probe you for hidden evidence," the younger policemen said sarcastically but he was pushed aside by his colleague who made him understand that he, as the elder one, had the right to go first.

"I am willing to fully cooperate with the Police," Diane moaned as Mustache's cock disappeared into her pussy. His colleague went in front of my girl and took out her huge breasts from her dress. He started to grope her wildly and Diane took his cock into her mouth and started blowing his passionately.

"You might have hidden something within this cleavage," he said with naughty smile.

"I understand Officer," Diane panted under the thrusts of the cock in her pussy. "Please search me thoroughly, so that no doubt remains ... and please take your time."

"Oh my God!" She then gasped, rocking her hips and slowly sliding her pussy back and forth on Mustache's cock. The younger policeman cupped her breasts which were bouncing heavily, squeezing them hard. Diane let out a shriek as his hands found her nipples and pinched them viciously. She then began humping her ass harder and faster backwards on the cock in her pussy, working more and more of it into her love hole.

The two policemen could not believe their luck to have such a cooperative whore at their disposal and they continued to roughly ***** Diane who sometimes looked at me over her shoulder. I was not sure if she wanted me to try to escape but there was not a chance that I could run out of the police station without being stopped very quickly. Besides they had my name and address and I did not want to spend the rest of my life hiding from law enforcement. I needed to solve this "misunderstanding" completely and once and for all. I checked that the two policemen were completely absorbed by what they were doing, then I reached into the bag on the desk and took out the NYMPHOCOM. I checked that it was indeed still on and stored it in its usual place in the back pocket of my jeans.

The officer with the mustache soon groaned and shot his cum deep into Diane's womb. His colleague did not last much longer and spurted into her mouth. Diane held him tight so that she could keep all cum in her mouth, she then raised herself, showed all the white goo in her open mouth and then noisily swallowed everything.

"Thank you Officer," she said humbly. "I was really hungry!"

The two men laughed out loud.

"What a whore!" Mustache said, catching his breath. He was sweating profusely after all this action. He then became serious again.

"Get out of here, NOW!" he yelled at her.

"But Francois?" Diane pleaded while lowering her dress over her ass and stuffing her big boobs back into her top.

"GO!" the younger guy yelled also,"GO BEFORE WE CHANGE OUR MIND!"

Diane ran to the door, unlocked it and hurried out of the small room. The two policemen adjusted their clothes as if nothing had happened. They saw me sitting on the desk, close to the bag with the money and checked if I did not take out anything. I was glad that our police was such a corrupted bunch since they only cared about the money they could spend at will tonight, and therefore they did not realize that the NYMPHOCOM was missing. They were not really interested in an old remote control anyway. I looked back at them, scared like ****, since they were clearly not allowing me to leave as well.

"Now your turn, buddy!" Mustache said menacingly. "We don't let pimps fuck around unpunished"

I swallowed hard, realizing that I was not out of trouble by far.

They spent the rest of the afternoon asking the same questions over and over but I just stuck to my explanation about doing a movie with my girlfriend in the woods. I felt exhausted and just longed to lay down on the floor and fall asleep. At some point they brought me back into the corridor and handcuffed me again to the steel bar. I really questioned myself if I should have tried to run away when the two policemen were busy with Diane but I soon fell asleep in a most uncomfortable position.

I was woken up a couple of hours later, my arms and legs were hurting but at least I felt less tired. I could use a good shower and a teeth brush but I was not going to complain to the young policewoman who escorted me to another office room. At least she was somewhat friendly, and even though she was not beautiful she was quite pretty. She even looked a bit shy which was really unusual for a police officer, especially a french one.

"I will take your picture for our files," she said and had me sit down in front of a white wall and just behind a bulky camera.

"I am a photographer too," I joked to relieve a bit of stress. I felt very uneasy to have my photo in a police file and activated the NYMPHOCOM to control the policewoman. I hoped I would get around that problem too with the help of my device and indeed I could feel how the woman relaxed almost immediately.

"Oh really?" she replied with a compassionate voice. She could feel that I was ashamed to be photographed like a mean thug. "I am sorry but I have to do this."

"No problem, you are just doing your job."

She kept setting up the camera but was now looking up from time to time smiling at me. I waited but she did not take any initiative.

"Why are you being nice to me?" I asked to break the silence. "I am supposed to be a monstrous pimp you know?"

She sighed but still smiled at me.

"I am happy today," she replied softly. She really looked out of place in her police uniform. Now that I saw her closer to me I realized that she couldn't be much more than 20 years old. Maybe she was just an intern?

"Why are you happy, officer?" I asked completely clueless.

"Because ... because of your friend ..." She blushed slightly and continued to fumble with the camera. "Please call me Catherine," she added softly.

"Which friend?"

"You know, your friend ... the prostitute dressed like Julia Roberts."

I must have looked completely blunt as Catherine went on.

"Yes, I am happy because of your friend .... I mean ... she is a prostitute and when ... you know .... my colleagues bring a prostitute into the station ... umm ... they fuck her and .... umm ... not me."

Catherine, completely trusting me because of the NYMPHOCOM's control, spent the next twenty minutes explaining that she and two other young girls in the police station were being ****** sexually by their colleagues. Their normal duties were just mere excuses : making coffee, typing work, copying files and taking the pictures of the suspects like Catherine was doing. Their "hidden" duty was to be sexually available to their males colleagues at any time of the day. All of these girls had been arrested on **** charges at some point and now they were being blackmailed : either you comply or you end up in prison. The only days when they got some rest was when their colleagues arrested one or two prostitutes. Catherine was happy today because Diane had fucked herself through the entire police station and therefore giving her a break from the sexual harassment. The only bad news was that the police chief was asking her to "work" extra hours today because he wanted to "lend" her for the night to a colleague from the south of France who was visiting Paris.

I was again amazed on how well the french police ***** was using our tax-euros. Suddenly my pimping of Diane did not look as bad to me anymore.

"And they don't call us by our names," Catherine went on. "When no visitor is around they call us 'fucktoy' and we have a number. I am 'fucktoy three'!"

I guess that due to the control from my device she said that somewhat proudly, and she was indeed coming closer to me while talking. I was not sure if I wanted to get a demonstration of the skills of 'fucktoy three' but I was relieved that so far she had forgotten about the pictures for the police database.

The door open abruptly.

"Fuckt... I mean Catherine," a police officer spat into the room. "I need you in my office when you're done! QUICK!" He slammed the door shut and Catherine looked at me sadly.

"Duty calls," she sighed, "but I'll be back soon, he is usually quick to come. And then I'll show you some of the things they do to me." She gave me a wink and a big smile full of promises and then left the room. I thought about it for a second and then decided that she was probably not able to help me get out of here. I turned the NYMPHOCOM off. At least no photos of me in any police file!

Since I was not handcuffed I just stood up and thought about what else I could try but another police officer opened the door and ordered me to follow him. He led me to a small medical lab on another floor in the station and had me sit down on a metal chair. I asked what was going to happen but he left, just yelling, "Stay here!"

I waited for at least two hours. I had lost track of time and I was not sure anymore whether it was morning, afternoon or in the middle of the night. I got the answer to my question when the door opened and somebody said,

"Good morning."

I looked up as a blond woman in her thirties, dressed in a white doctor blouse walked into the medical lab. She was carrying several papers and probably looking up my details on my file. She sat down behind the metal desk and took out a pen to write down some notes. She did so for at least fifteen minutes and was doing as if I was non-existent. After some time she looked at me, sighed as if she was going to do something very difficult and stood up to go to a cupboard in the corner of the room. She came back to me with some plastic bags in which I could see some oversize cotton swabs. I understood what she was going to do.

"I will take some saliva samples for a DNA check," she said softly, giving me some automatic business smile. "We will compare your DNA with our database and we will then know if you have been arrested previously."

"I was not," I replied. She nodded sadly as if I was a naughty ***** and sat on a seat just in front of me.

"Open your mouth please, it will last just a second."

She approached one of her cotton swabs to put it in my mouth and I decided that I had nothing to lose to try out my NYMPHOCOM again. I grabbed slowly the device from my back pocket and controlled the woman which was sitting in front of me. Nothing changed in her behavior and she proceeded to gather some saliva from my open mouth. She then put the cotton swab back in the plastic bag and sealed it. She took out the second one and did exactly the same thing. When she had sealed the second bag she stood up.

"Well, that's it," she said in a voice as if she was now very sad that it was already over. She placed the bag into my file and sighed again.

"Actually, there is another thing," she added somewhat strangely. "The DNA test will be ... umm ... much more precise ... if I ... I mean if we ... could do the analysis on ... on your sperm."

I smiled, knowing that my device was again working perfectly.

"If the test is precise then ... umm ... we can be sure that you will not ... I mean ... be confused with some other dangerous criminal. Do you understand?"

"Perfectly Doctor," I replied in a mocking voice. The woman removed her white blouse and I could now make out some nice curves under her conventional dress. She was wearing a light brown blouse over a skirt of the same color which stopped just above her knees.

"So can you ... umm ... undo your jeans?"

She seemed to be very shy about her request as if she did not know what to do. I felt one step closer to freedom and decided to try my luck.

"Listen Doctor," I started, "I am here because of a terrible misunderstanding. You must help me to clear everything up. Can you help me get out of here?"

She gave me an annoyed look.

"You are not the first one to say this," she sighed. "Let's do this DNA test now."

When I pulled down my shorts she gasped and blushed heavily at the sight of my cock. I just stood there and waited for her further instructions. Definitely my device was not working in a consistent way. Whenever it tried to control a strong brain the results were not as powerful as I expected. With regards to the increased sex drive it seemed to work quite well as the woman was staring hungrily at my limp dick. She suddenly jerked up as if she was coming out of a trance and she rushed towards the cupboard to grab a transparent plastic tube.

"Can you ... err ... put your sperm here please?"

"Sure," I replied, taking the tube from her hand. "Will you help me with it?"

"What?" She looked quite shocked but somehow she came closer to me. Maybe if I could give her some pleasure then she would be willing to help me out.

"I can not release sperm without some help from you," I stated. My limp cock was still hanging sadly between my legs.

"But ... but how ..." she stuttered.

"I don't know, you are the Doctor!"

She looked really helpless and I was now sure that the NYMPHOCOM had some trouble winning over her brain. She was too reluctant but maybe it was sufficient to get me out of here. She reached for my limp dick and started caressing it awkwardly. I smiled at her and this encouraged her to come closer to me. I reached for one of her breasts and she jerked backwards.

"I need some stimulation, don't you agree?" I said apologetically.

"I guess so ... " she whispered, coming closer again and resuming her stroking of my dick. I reached for her breast again and this time she did not move but even accelerated her strokes. My cock grew hard as I groped her breasts through her top and bra. They were much smaller than Diane's but still an acceptable size. I let my other hand wander on her ass checks and squeezed her bum. Her body felt quite hard and muscular and I guessed that doctors within the french police ***** were getting a lots of sports to keep fit. Her breathing went faster as she grew more and more excited. Her hand was firmly gripping around my shaft and moving back and forth.

I reached down to catch the bottom of her skirt and pulled it up but she straightened it our with her free hand.

"Please don't!" she whispered, her face flushed red by her excitement.

"Why not," I replied laughing and reaching down again.

"Somebody might come," she hissed while still stroking my cock.

"So what? You are just doing your job!"

I reached under her skirt and felt some cotton panties covering her ass muscles. I shove my hand under it and from behind I started fingering the outside of her pussy. Even there she was drenched.

"What ... what are you doing?" she asked while snuggling closer to me as if she wanted me to have a better reach.

"Getting some stimulation ..."

I shrugged and wormed two fingers past her pussy lips into her wet love hole. She closed her eyes and moaned loudly before coming back to her senses and eying the office door anxiously. She approached the plastic tube to my dick and beat my meat even faster.

"Not possible," I managed to say, concentrating hard on some medical poster on the wall to avoid cumming.

"Why?"

The doctor seemed exasperated and turned on at the same time.

"Maybe you need to stimulate me with your pussy?" I proposed.

"You are out of your mind," she shouted but in her eyes I could see some interest.

"Just a couple of moves, in and out and I'll ready to cum."

She sighed deeply but she was very quick to turn around and her ass was now facing me. I was still sitting on the chair and she lifted her skirt so that I could push her panties aside. I then grabbed her hips and lowered her slowly onto my erect cock.

"Hmmmm," she moaned as my dick invaded her most intimate privacy. "But only a couple of strokes!"

I started humping up and down, her ass slapping on my thighs with each stroke.

"AHHHHHHHH YES!!", she cried out before putting her hand over her mouth to mute her cries.

Seconds later the office door flew open and a police officer came rushing inside. He stopped in his tracks when he saw the doctor sitting on my lap, but thanks to her skirt spread over her legs he could not see that I actually had my dick inside her vagina. He opened his eyes wide in surprise as it was unusual to see the police station doctor sitting on the lap of a suspect.

"All OK Doctor?" he asked suspiciously, looking me up intensely.

"Yes all OK officer," the doctor said in a harsh voice. "Please leave my office immediately!"

The officer turned around reluctantly and left the office, closing the door behind him and giving us a last suspicious glance.

As soon as he left the doctor started moving her ass up and down wildly on my cock to feel again the blissful sensation the NYMPHOCOM was inducing in her. She did not forget about the DNA test as she asked me if I was going to cum soon. She was still holding the plastic tube in her hand but somehow I was sure that she did not want our "stimulation" to end too soon.

Her phone on the desk rang and without thinking she picked it up while I was still fucking her.

"HelloAAAAH," she yelled into the receiver. "Hi ... AAAHH chief .... no all... OK here..... yes I AAAAAHMMM with the .... AAAAH .... suspect.... yes .... y... AAAAAH...."

She listened to the station chief on the other end of the line while unable to suppress the moanings my strokes into her pussy were causing.

"By the way chief, could you .... AAAAAH ... do me a personal .... UMMMMM .... favor. Could you release .... AAAAHH .... Mr Royer ..."

I stopped my strokes so that she could speak freely as I was very interested by what was going to follow.

"Mr Royer is a close friend ... yes .... yes chief ... oh!"

She seemed disturbed by what the chief had said and looked lost for a moment.

"I will think about it," she said in a furious tone before hanging up.

"What did he say?" I asked as my hopes for a quick release went up.

"Let's work on this DNA sample " she replied abruptly and resumed her enthusiastic ride on my cock.

"I am close to cumming," I cried out to stop her fucking. I wanted to know if I had a chance to come out of this place.

She rose from my lap and her long skirt fell in place again. She looked as if nothing had happened. She approached the tube to my cock but there was no way I could ejaculate into it, it was just too small.

"Maybe I can come in your mouth and you spit it in the tube?" I asked innocently.

As if I had given her the best idea in the world she kneeled in front of me and starting sucking my dick with slurping noises.

"I can taste myself on your cock," she said smilingly. She then realized what she had just said and turned red like a tomato. She resumed sucking to hide her embarrassment but for me it was enough to push me into an intense orgasm. I shot countless streaks of sperm into her mouth and I could see her rolling her eyes, surprised by the amount of cum which was piling up in her mouth. She then waited for ten seconds to make sure nothing more was coming and carefully retreated her mouth from my cock, paying attention to not lose a drop. I pulled up my pants and gave her my hand to help her up.

She took my hand and stood up proudly, her mouth seemingly full, and she approached the plastic tube to it. The lab door opened at that moment and a high graded officer came in. He looked earnest at me and at the doctor.

"Doctor, what is your response?"

The doctor looked at him like a startled deer, her mouth still full. There way no way she was going to spit out my cum in front of him so she gulped hard three times to swallow all my load. I saw her legs nearly giving way when she started shaking uncontrollably. The station chief, as I guess it was him, looked at her impatiently and did not realize what was going on.

"You want a favor, I want a favor," he said with a menacing undertone before leaving the lab without closing the door.

I held the doctor upright while she recovered from her sperm induced orgasm.

"What does he want?" I asked her again.

"He ... he wants a blowjob. He agrees to release you and drop all of the charges if I agree to give him a blowjob. He has been trying to get a blowjob from me for six months now."

I laughed out loud, it was so nice to have such a good and corrupt police ***** in France. I took the doctor by the hand and led her out of her office towards the office of the chief which was in the same corridor and labeled with a big sign.

"I guess today is the chief's lucky day, don't you agree?" I said to the doctor jokingly.

She smiled nicely and went into the chief's office, closing the door behind her. I heard a lot of moanings and strange noises for a couple of minutes and then the doctor came out, her dress and hair in slight disorder. She was holding a couple of signed papers.

"And?" I asked her while she closed the chief's office door.

She did not answer but just rolled her eyes and hurried back to her lab. I followed her just to see her spitting what I thought was the chief's sperm into the plastic tube she had prepared for mine.

"I know that you are innocent," she said, beaming, when she finished sealing the tube. "The chief's DNA will do as well."

She handed me the signed papers and I could see that they were approving my release.

"You are free," she whispered. "Don't hesitate to contact me if you land in trouble yet again. I would be very happy to take some more of your DNA samples."

I grinned broadly and thanked her. Thanks to the NYMPHOCOM my little stay in the Neuilly Police Station would leave no traces at all in any police file. Relieved, I turned around to hurry out of the police station.

"Oh and by the way," the doctor shouted after me. "The Chief wants you to know that he has an open position for your friend, Diane. He could hire her as a personal assistant! Can you let her know?"

hostile takeover?

The next day I was sitting in my lab at the research center and had big troubles to concentrate on what I was doing. I still needed the funding for the new emitter and did not really know where to find the money. Whoring out Diane proved to be a dangerous way of getting cash, even though it was quite fun watching her. I knew that I could make a good income with it and I could probably bribe the corrupt french police ***** but I did not really want to start a criminal career.

I was lost in my thoughts when the center's research director, Shannya Tweeks, came to my lab holding a red file in her hands.

"I need to talk to you Professor Royer," she said in a rather harsh voice. "Tomorrow morning at 9:00!"

I just nodded and she left. I had completely forgotten about this when I drove home that evening.

When I arrived at my flat I had just closed the door behind me when somebody knocked at the door. It was Julie and Diane.

"We need to talk," Julie said abruptly. Apparently everybody was wanting to talk to me and I remembered my appointment with Mrs Tweeks tomorrow morning.

Diane was looking shyly down at the floor and Julie gave me a cold look while I considered finding an excuse to avoid the coming argument.

I then sighed deeply and let both in. I knew that I had acted wrongly by trying to exploit Diane for my own benefit. It was wrong to use my device to prostitute her to complete strangers. I even somehow felt guilty for what I had done. I thought that the best was to apologize and hope for forgiveness.

"How could you do that?" Julie stared while Diane looked sadly up at me.

"I know it was wrong ..." I started but Julie did not let me continue.

"Of course it was wrong! What where you thinking? Look at her, she is really depressed now. I don't understand how you could let this happen!"

I could see that Diane was on verge of tears and Julie put her arm around her shoulders to comfort her. I felt bad for Diane but I could not help noticing that Julie was not wearing a bra under her t-shirt and that her big breasts were juggling under the cloth.

"Look, I'm sorry ... " I managed to stutter.

"You might be sorry but how will you fix this now?"

"I ... I don't know ... but ..."

"You know that it was really important to Diane. And now it is too late!"

Diane nodded and put her hands on her face to hide the tears which were now running on her cheeks. When she did this her huge breasts also juggled freely under her dress and I wondered why these awesome girls had come up to my flat without even taking the time to put on a bra.

"You knew she was not ready and you made her pass this audition without forewarning. You know that it takes time to prepare for a role, but no! You made her play in front of a camera without any preparation!"

I opened my mouth to say something but my brain refused to let my tongue move, so I closed my mouth again.

"Diane is my best friend and I will help her to be ready for this 'pretty woman' role but you Francois, you need to call your producer friend to give Diane a second chance!"

I looked at both girls with round eyes. This was not what I expected and I was a bit struggling to find anything intelligent to say. Was it possible that Julie was not mad at me because I whored her best friend out? I mean I sold her friend for money to complete strangers and she thinks that the worst part is that Diane missed her casting! This was not at all about what I thought it was.

"Oh actually," I splurted out, when my brain resumed operations again. "My producer friend has called and he said that Diane did a fine job and ..."

"Whaaaat?" Diane exclaimed, her face full of tears. "But it was a disaster, we were even arrested by police!"

"The arrest was the best part, I did not tell him that it was for real. He ... well ... actually he said that you played this part very well, really lifelike!"

Diane was now smiling through her tears and Julie held her shoulders, beaming at me.

"You see?" she told her friend, "I knew that all would be OK. Francois is a honest guy."

I went to the kitchen and fetched a tissue for Diane. I was shaking my head at how incredibly gullible these girls were.

"My producer friend ..." I started and I could see how Diane and Julie turned their heads towards me, focusing their attention like laser beams.

"... he mentioned that you need to work on ... hmm ... the sluttish part, you know .... he said that you still look too much like a nice girl."

"I know that," Diane said, now smiling. "Julie said that she will help me with this."

Julie nodded happily. "Maybe we can make a little test with you?" she suggested with a naughty smile. "We came also to use you as training tool." I now understood why both girls didn't put on any bras.

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I woke up the next morning in great shape. Diane and Julie had exhausted me completely. I finally got to fuck Diane's fine ass because Julie told her she needed anal training. I came three times in her mouth and she swallowed everything and mentioned that she now liked the taste of sperm. All of this without the use of my great NYMPHOCOM device. I thought that greed of fame was also a very powerful control mechanism.

I showered and dressed and left my flat to drive to the research center full of good mood. The weather was very nice and while driving I enjoyed the sight of the short skirts many women were wearing on the Parisian sidewalks. Even though I had a lot of sex last evening I felt tempted to use my device to seduce a random girl and have my way with her in my car on some nice and discrete side street. Life was good!

I entered the research center's parking lot and drove by a nice red-haired woman who looked vaguely familiar, walking to a car with two men in business suits and ties. I could not recall where I had seen her previously but I was sure I had met her somewhere. I tried to have a second look but the woman hurried into the car and drove off with the two men.

I walked into my lab and suddenly remembered my appointment with the research director. Since it was nearly time I just walked out of the lab again and took the elevator to the executive floor. This was not a place where I went very often but as always I was amazed at how impressive this place looked with its modern design which aimed at showing off the financial wealth of our center. While I walked towards Shannya Tweeks' office I had a bad feeling. Yesterday she was not looking very happy, as if she had something bad to tell me. I shook off this concern while telling the nicely looking assistant that I had arrived for my meeting with the director.

While waiting for the director to be free I looked down the assistant's cleavage and this made me think that my NYMPHOCOM device was sitting in my bag downstairs. I considered controlling the sexy assistant to have a nice lunch-break later, but Shannya Tweeks appeared at her office door and waved me in.

"Sit down please," she told me in a cold voice before sitting down behind her large desk. I admired her nice curves hidden under a white blouse and a strict black skirt which came down to her knees. Shannya Tweeks had a well proportioned figure with 95C sized breasts and long thin shapely legs. She stood 1,70m tall with long brunette hair that reached slightly beyond her shoulders. She was known to exercise quite frequently in the center's own gym, her butt and stomach were in model-like shape.

Again I missed my great device, also because I felt that the director did not have something nice to tell me. She was looking intensely at a folder and sifting through the pages as if I was not in the room. I guessed that she was going to complain that I did not do any research publications for several months now, and I could really not admit the truth which was that I had used the centers resources for my own benefit.

"I don't understand this, Professor Royer," she finally said.

"Hmm?" I put on my stupidest face, trying to play innocent.

"The research center's staff just had an important meeting with a private investor," she continued, looking at me intensely. "This meeting was called in in a hurry a couple of days ago."

"OK," I managed to say, not understanding what this had now to do with me.

"This investor offered us a lot of money," Shannya Tweeks nearly whispered.

"OK," I repeated. "This is ... umm ... nothing unusual I think. We have many investors who hope that our research will bring them a nice benefit."

"Indeed," the research director said. "Usually they invest in areas where we have made promising discoveries, and they fund additional research to bring these discoveries to market."

"Uhuh," I stuttered, now completely lost. "Do you want to move me to this project they are going to fund?"

"No ..." Shannya Tweeks took a deep breath which made her nice cleavage rise impressively. She paused again and looked at me suspiciously.

"Not at all," she finally continued. "They agree to invest ten million euros into our research center to secure all inventions, past present or future of a certain professor Royer!"

I must have looked like a startled deer in the headlights. Why on earth would anybody invest such an amount of good money for the inventions of a scientist who had just, well, invented nothing for years? Now wait a minute! They would do this if they knew about the NYMPHOCOM!

Suddenly all fell in place. The red haired woman in the parking lot was Sofia Valentine who was just leaving from the meeting with the center's staff. She was the only one smart enough to have figured out what I had invented, since I had used my device on her. She had made millions with her previous inventions and now she was going to make billions if she could get her hands on my little secret.

"Now what do you have to say, Professor?" Shannya Tweeks asked sarcastically. "You did not invent anything for years now, we have just tolerated your research in case you might accidentally discover something, and now you non-existing research is worth ten million euros? I have tried to figure it our for several days, now please explain this to me! "

"I don't know," I hesitated. "Did they tell you what they are looking for?"

"Don't play stupid with me, Professor Royer," the director replied harshly. "I know for sure that Valentine Investment Ltd would never give out money for something which would have no return on investment. You have invented something and they found out. And worse of all, you did not inform your own management!"

"Director Tweeks, I swear ..."

"Stop this!" Shannya Tweeks slapped her desk, making the top of her large breasts jiggle.

I was beaten, I had to find something to get out of this office, get my NYMPHOCOM and control my director, control Sofia Valentine and control all people I had to in order to avoid the discovery of my secret.

"I don't know if its ... important, but I could show you ..."

"You will show me, let's go!"

Shannya Tweeks jumped up on her high heels and rushed out of her office, not even turning around to verify if I was following her. I struggled to keep up with her and I smiled awkwardly to the nice assistant while we rushed past her. The research director was fuming, convinced that I had concealed a very important discovery from her and from the center's staff. While nearly running behind her I could not help but admire her firm ass which was swaying as she walked fast towards my lab. In no time we reached my desk and she slammed the security door shut behind my back.

"So?" she demanded, her hands on her hips which made her large breasts stand out even more.

"Well ... I guess ..."

"Stop playing games, Professor Foyer," she barked. "I know that you have been up to something and I want to know what, and I want to know it NOW!"

I desperately tried to thing of something intelligent to say.

"Director Tweeks, these investors, they probably have put wiretaps into this lab ... I ... umm ... think they might be listening right now."

Shannya Tweeks looked at me suspiciously and then took her mobile phone to quick-dial a number.

"Mr de Verder? This is Shannya Tweeks," she said when somebody picked up. "I need to cancel our ... meeting at lunchtime. I have an emergency I need to take care off. Also can you please have our main labs sweeped for wiretaps? I have reasons to believe that we are being spied on."

She hung up. Karl de Verder was our CSO, chief security officer, and he was the one who was responsible for the physical security of the buildings as well as the protection of our computer network and the safeguarding of our intellectual property. He was most probably not going to find anything in my lab but at least I had bought myself some time to think. I walked towards my desk and grabbed my bag along with my precious NYMPHOCOM and some random file folder lying there. I discretely pointed the device towards my research director and controlled her.

"I could talk to you in my car," I suggested.

"You will drive to my home, I live nearby and I am sure that it is safe to talk there," she replied in a authoritative tone. However she added a naughty smile and I knew that things would go better from now on.

We reached her house five minutes later, she was living just two kilometers away in a nice neighborhood. Shannya Tweeks was now really playful and smiling, and I again understood why Valentine Investment Ltd wanted to get their hands on my invention. Minutes later she had guided me to a small bedroom and I had handed her the folder I had taken from my desk. It was filled with theoretical calculations and I was sure that she would not be able to figure out what it was. She did not look very interested anymore but she took the folder and looked at it. In the meantime I had taken out my camera and had started to film as I was sure that I would be able to put the coming video material to good use. I pointed the NYMPHOCOM towards this wonderful woman and increased the control.
She continued to study the cryptic papers for a few moments more before sitting on the bed.

"So what did you invent?" she asked finally. She had pulled her skirt up somewhat and I could see that she was wearing stockings with suspenders. She put the folder next to her on the bed and removed her glasses. She looked at me with appetite as if she was going to eat me alive
"OK, let me explain ..." I started.

"Sure Professor Royer, I'll just give you a little blowjob while you talk. It helps me to concentrate."

I smiled while my sexy research director undid my fly and took out my dick to engulf it in her mouth. I grinned evilly while I enjoyed the warmth of my research director's throat.
I started explaining that I had invented a remote control which could allow a user to select a TV channel just by thinking about the channel number. No need to press a button anymore, you just had to think of it within the reach of the device. It was a lie, of course, but I knew that I could build such a decoy device quickly enough if I needed to, using the knowledge and experience I had gained while building the NYMPHOCOM.

Shannya Tweeks was busy trying to get my meat down her throat so she could not comment on what I was saying but it seemed that she was not listening carefully anyway. She made moaning and slurping noises and breathed heavily when she was coming up for air. I became bolder and starting massaging her big boobs through the shirt, while continuing to invent the followup to my story. I gave a lot of technical details which I had just made up out of thin air and suddenly she jumped up and pressed my body against hers.

"Please go on professor Royer, I'll just make myself more comfortable."


I continued talking nonsense while my research director bent over to show me her ass.

"My meeting with Karl de Verder was actually a little fuck session," she hissed naughtily. "Since I had to cancel it because of you, I think it is just fair that you jump in for him."

"Sure Director Tweeks," I exclaimed.

"Shannya!" she corrected. "I hope you like my stockings and tattoos, these are Karl's fetishes."

She proceeded removing her black skirt. She was moving slowly and sexily, like a dancer, making sure I was able to witness every curve of her body.

I was a bit surprised that she was open minded enough to get herself such nice tattoos, and I had a though for our CSO who was not able to enjoy its sights today.



Shannya continued to strip, looking intensely at my hard dick which was pointing forward proudly.
"Please fuck me, but just in the ass," she whispered naughtily. "I am not on the pill!"

She took my dick into her sweet mouth again and covered it with a large coat of spit. She then turned back on her knees, pushed her string panties aside to give me access to her asshole and looked at me expectantly.

"Come on, " she exclaimed impatiently, "stick it in and tell me the rest of your invention!"

I placed the tip of my hard cock onto the ring of her asshole and pushed forward while Shannya Tweeks was pulling her ass-cheeks apart with her both hands. Pressing my pelvis into her, I felt the head of my cock pass deeper into her anus. Her ring now gripped my shaft firmly.

She was looking back at me smiling, while I invaded her intestines.

"Now, Professor Royer, give me all you have!" she hissed.

I started moving back and forth, slowly at first then harder.

"Faster," she commanded.

My cock was pounding inside of her asshole with less resistance now so I started slamming the hardest I could, my balls slapping against her ass cheeks.

"OH FUCK YES, Professor!!" she shrieked, "Your dick feels so good up my butt!"

Her ass was completely exposed as I hammered into her swollen opening, pulling back some of the anus skin, before slamming back into her tightness.

She started breathing hard, closing her eyes and clearly enjoying every stroke. She seemed to be used to be fucked in the ass but her little asshole was still very tight and wrapped firmly around my hard cock.

I started to sweat from the effort and when she felt that I was slowing down a bit she started jerking her buttocks backwards to help me with the pounding.

"OWWW! That's so good!" Shannya Tweeks moaned. "From now on you will replace Karl as my fuck-buddy!"

"You wish is my command, Director Tweeks" I replied laughing out loud.

I felt my balls ready to explode as I continued to glide in and out of her, so I reached for the NYMPHOCOM and pressed the magic "O" button. Shannya howled like a wolf to the full moon before crumbling down on the bed shaking under a powerful orgasm.

"Wow," she exclaimed with dreamy eyes when she had recovered, "that was the best one I had in a while!"

She looked at my still hard dick, spat into her hand before starting to gently stroke my meat with it. I was out of breath and on the verge of cumming, so I took my time to enjoy her caresses.

Starting to be serious again, Shannya Tweeks continued to massage my cock.

"Now, if I understand you correctly, the only thing you invented is some stupid TV remote control which allows you to switch channels without touching the buttons?"

"Exactly!" I replied, trying not to cum.

"I don't understand how Valentine Investments Ltd want to make any money out of this."

My sexy research director thought about this very hard, teasing my hard shaft with her soft hand.

"Good," she said finally, "if they want to give us ten millions euros for this then we will agree, but we will make sure that this is only invention they get from you at this price. We will just pretend to hold this invention as the next billion euros revenue generator in order to reset their expectations."

"This is fine with me, Director Tweeks," I stammered, feeling that I was not able to hold my load much longer.

"Of course you will get a percentage and you will give me a weekly report here in this room!" she added with a naughty smile. This threw me over the edge and I starting spurting large streaks of cum onto my directors impressive cleavage until the two mounds of flesh were covered with white goo.

"I am glad we had this meeting, Professor Royer," she continued in a very formal tone of voice. "I expect our collaboration to be much more fruitful from now on."

I had just fucked this incredible woman up her ass but she was still giving me the boss part, even under the control of the NYMPHOCOM. She left the room towards the bathroom, her two heavy breasts glued together by my cum.

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We got dressed and I drove us back to the research center. Karl de Werder rushed out of the building door as soon as we parked. He looked upset and afraid at the same time.

"Director Tweeks, we have found no wiretaps in any of our labs," he said with an unsure voice. He looking sharply at me and was obviously trying to determine what had happened between the director and me.

"Thank you, Karl," she replied while walking past him like he was the janitor. "And while you are at it please upgrade the security in Professor Royer's lab. His lab will now be maximum security clearance zone."

Maximum security! This meant that my secret would remain safer than anytime before! And that I would be reporting my research to the Director only! And this meant also that I would get additional funding and finally be able to buy the required amount of Indirium to build my new emitter!

"Oh and, Professor Royer," my sexy research director said with the CSO still in hearing distance, "please make sure to be available for another debriefing tomorrow around lunchtime."

I was now walking behind her with a large grin of my face, this day was now looking much better than when it started.

the story of a NYMPHOCOM's victim - part 1

"Can you please turn off the lights?" Iveta complained once again.

She had already protested about not being in the mood but when I reminded her that we did not have sex for at least five weeks she finally agreed to a mercy fuck but she was not going to make it enjoyable.

We were married only for about three years but I felt that we had the sexual drive of a couple in their sixties. It was definitely not enough for me but I was deeply in love with my wife and so I tried to make the best out of the situation. Today had been a stressful day at work and I really needed some relief.

"Not like this, you are hurting me," she whined, while I tried to penetrate her in missionary position. With the lights out I was not very accurate in my aim and I was pushing my hard dick against the wrong hole. Actually my hard dick was deflating quickly because I lacked some visual stimulation and my stress and frustration level was jumping up. I sighed deeply and rolled to the side of my beautiful wife.

"Sorry my darling, I did not want to hurt you."

"I know, Bertrand," she replied softly, "I am sorry but I am really not a sex machine."

She gave me a quick peck on the cheek and turned around on her pillow. I could swear that she was sound asleep thirty seconds later.

A sex machine? Not really! My dear loving wife was nearly perfect in all domains but in the bedroom she was rather conservative to say the least. Sex in missionary style was all she would agree to and when I once asked her to try a blowjob I feared that she was going to throw up. On the other hand she had a very nice body, thanks to a lot of sport she was doing, small breasts but long brown hair and an angel face. Unfortunately she would not even let me watch her naked while in the shower for example, and even dressed she would chose rather classic and wide clothes to make sure nobody could make out any curves on her body.

Frustrated and with my balls still full I stood up and went to our kitchen to get a glass of water. I felt bad about having talked Iveta into having sex tonight, I should know better! My wife was just not into sexual things, and I was trying to ***** her against her tastes. What kind of husband was I?

I sat down at my computer to check some of the code I was working on. I was a computer programmer at a famous research center in Meudon near Paris and I was enjoying my work a lot. The work environment was also very enjoyable and most of my colleagues were very nice and friendly, just sometimes the workload was a bit too much. My thoughts wandered to Nina, the assistant of our department who was always dressing sexily and flirting with everybody, man or woman. My dick went hard again when I thought about her always risky decolletés, but immediately I felt as guilty as if I just had betrayed my loving Iveta. At least I would never have to worry about my wife being unfaithful, this thought would never cross her mind.

I started to make some changes in the computer code but I could not really concentrate. At least it looked like our money problems would be solved soon. Iveta had sent her resume a few months back to the Meudon research center, and, after a couple of successful interviews, had been offered a position as an assistant in the physics department. It would be a low level job, making photocopies and sorting paper documents, but her salary would allow us to pay the mortgage on the apartment we had acquired after our marriage three years ago. Since the research center's policies on spouses working together in the center was very strict, Iveta had used her maiden name to pass the interviews. If she had told that I was her husband she would never have gotten the job. She was joking about how difficult it would be to ignore me each time we would run across each other in the hallways. I was really happy that she was going to work again, as being jobless was making her feel like she was not up to the task or an undesired member of the society.

I had a brief concern about the fact that she would work in the same department as a lead researcher named Francois Royer who had the reputation of having seduced several female employees of the center, but I quickly dismissed the idea as Iveta was never going to be interested in him or in any other man in the center. Finally I felt tired and went to bed.

***

The morning Iveta was starting her job at the Meudon research center she was really excited. She had spent the weekend trying to figure out what she need to wear for work. As I said, everything was pretty relaxed and many engineers and scientists were wearing jeans and t-shirts. My wife wanted to be dressed a bit more strictly, at least for the first days, until she could get a feel for what was acceptable or not.

"I am so stressed," she laughed when she put sugar in her coffee for the third time. "I can't believe that I have a job again. Bertrand, I am soooo happy!"

She gave me a big kiss on the lips (without tongue of course as she considered this as "dirty") and ran into our bedroom to put on her clothes : a knee-long dark skirt with a wide blouse. She looker older now, more like thirty instead of twenty four, but this was the perfect mix between business and casual.

"You will soon be wearing your favorite jeans to work," I joked.

"I hope so! I hate to dress up, its just not my style. Oh! Wait! Where are my shoes? omygodomygodomygod!!!"

We decided that she was going to leave with our car twenty minutes before me to avoid arriving at the center together. After a while we were probably going to pretend that we lived close together and so we could have an excuse for arriving like a normal carpool in the future. Iveta rushed out of the house and to our old car, then rushed back into the house grabbing her handbag she had forgotten, rushed back outside then back in again to give me a quick kiss on the cheek and finally back to the car. The tires squealed when she drove off and she nearly killed a couple of pedestrians who had the bad idea to cross the street in front of her. I felt tired just from having watched her.

I arrived at the center one hour late. The Parisian transportation union had voted yet another surprise strike and I could not find a metro or a bus to bring me to work. Some nice guy offered to take me closer in his car but I had to finish the last three kilometers by foot. I spent the day working like crazy, and I did not even have time to wonder how my wife's day was going. I spotted her once following the corridor with some documents she had probably just copied.

At the end of the day I managed to get a lift from a colleague whose route came just close to our home. I thanked him and hurried home, impatient to hear the first work report from my loving wife.

"It was great Bertrand," Iveta beamed. "I mean, the work is not too interesting but all colleagues are very nice. I met Ghislaine from accounting and also Nina who works in your department I think. They all made me feel very welcome."

I smiled at the idea that my prudish wife had met her exact opposite in the person of Nina who was as liberated as Iveta was uptight.

"Pay attention to Nina," I exclaimed. "Rumor has it that she likes young women too."

"Yech!" Iveta spat. "Bertrand, don't make this kind of jokes. Its disgusting."

I just shrugged happily at the expected reaction from my wife. I didn't think I ever hear her say any word with a sexual connotation and she was always very uncomfortable when our friends were telling dirty jokes during our parties.

"The only person I find a bit creepy is this professor Royer who works in the wave physics department," she continued. He looks like a real geek and is not very friendly."

"Yeah I heard about him. Maybe he is just shy ... or too deeply in love with his research."

"But there was one thing ..." Iveta stopped in her tracks, a puzzled expression on her face.

"What?" I asked anxiously, knowing the reputation of this scientist. Did he try to flirt with my wife on the first day?

"It was strange. I was talking to several people including Nina in the coffee corner, and this professor Royer came to get a coffee as well. When he left, Nina followed him like a little dog."

"Really?" I was surprised. Maybe the rumors around this scientist were true, even though I could not really believe that such an unattractive man would ever catch the eye of any woman.

We talked some more of her first day at work but soon "Desperate Housewives" were on TV and Iveta rushed to watch her favorite show. I went back to my computer to finish some code and when I heard my wife go to bed I was tempted for a second to have some sex but I immediately dismissed this idea as hopeless. She was probably still worn out by my attempted penetration yesterday evening and the next opportunity would be in two or three weeks. I sighed but I remembered what a wonderful woman my wife was otherwise, sweet, caring, loving, never arguing like most women were doing, optimistic most of the time, and somehow I felt that she was as deeply in love with me like I was with her.

***

The next few days were pretty much uneventful. The only drawback so far was that Iveta needed her daily dose of jogging and she could not do it during the day anymore. She then started to run for an hour in the evening and was leaving me the task to prepare dinner for when she came back with a growling stomach. I was a really lousy cook and this is why I mostly prepared precooked dishes which only needed some microwaving.

Speaking of waves, she had mentioned that professor Royer had asked her out but she had bluntly refused. I was a bit shocked by that even though we had talked that through.

"I know that we said that I should accept some invitations," my wife said, "but with this guy I just can't. He just looks too ... too geeky. There is Roberto in your department, I wish he would ask me out."

I felt a sting of jealousy in my heart, but I remembered that Iveta was just thinking about covering up our relationship to make sure she could keep this job. Roberto was a young Italian programmer who was extremely good looking and all woman in the center, married or not, were secretly in love with him.

"Roberto is gay you know," I replied in an act of self defense. My wife looked as if she was going to puke.

"Please Bertrand, this is so sick! Don't say such things."

In reality I did not know whether Roberto was gay or not but my secret hope was that he was. Somehow this thought made me feel happy and I did not worry about Francois Royer anymore. I looked at my sweaty wife, just returning from her jogging in her ample sport dress and imagined how she would look like in one of these sexy tight spandex running pants. I felt a hard-on rising and quickly dismissed the thought as I was not getting any sex tonight anyway again. She made some fun about my microwaved pizza before gulping down two parts, rushing for a shower and being back just in time to watch her second most favorite show "Doctor House". I spent the rest of the evening in front of my computer trying to find a nasty bug which had escaped my eradication attempts all day long.

The next day at work, I went to grab a coffee at the vending machine and I was surprised to see Iveta sitting with professor Royer in a corner of the room on one of the tiny tables. I did not even feel jealous because this guy was really common looking and my wife was making a good job at protecting our secret if she was open to talk to her colleagues without second thoughts. I left the break room and went outside on the "smoking roof" which was some kind of a terrasse on the top of the building, overlooking the Meudon forest nearby, where all smokers would gather. I was a non smoker but I liked this terrasse and the fresh air, even though I also got the occasional second hand smoke.

I saw Nina and went to her. She was standing at the railing, smoking nervously, and looking in a bad mood. I smiled and went to her. She smiled back tiredly.

"What's up Nina? You look stressed. Anything I can do to make you feel better?"

Nina grinned.

"You know what would make me feel better."

This was Nina's way, always flirting, always insinuating. I ignored her comment and asked what was wrong.

"Its nothing, I am just jealous of this new assistant, Iveta. She is now getting all the attention," she laughed.

I felt again a sting of jealously in my stomach.

"Really? Why is that?" I asked innocently while turning away pretending to watch the trees of the forest.

"She is twenty four and I a thirty two. She had a perfect body and I am not as fit as her."

I looked up and down at her. I would not dare to do that with another woman but I knew that Nina liked to be checked out.

"You still look gorgeous to me!" I exclaimed. I did not add : especially your tight top which nicely presses your big tits. Nina indeed has an impressive cleavage and was making sure it was fully visible.

"Thanks Bertrand," she smiled. "But look at that new girl. She hides her body under some ample clothes but all men, maybe except you, can see what's underneath. I tell you, she gets all the attention!"

Before I could ask for more details Nina's cellphone rang and she had to leave to get some instructions from one of the research directors. I had some strange feelings about what she had just said and I was wondering if my loving wife was telling me everything what happened around her in the office. I shrugged and dismissed the thoughts since she had only be here for a couple of days now. For sure Nina was jealous but she would soon find out that Iveta was not going to be a real competition.

***

In the evening while in bed, I told my wife my discussion with Nina. She blushed.

"I must say that some of the men at the center have been looking at me quite intensely. I don't know what to do, I need to get used to it I guess."

She seemed to be really worried since everything sexual was putting her off. I tried to encourage her in the other way.

"Don't forget that you need to act as if you are single. If somebody finds out that we are married then we can say goodbye to your job ... and to our apartment as well.

She had tears in her eyes and cuddled up to me. I caressed her arm and then her left breast through her pajamas but she pushed my hand back up to her arm. So much for sex tonight....

****

We spent a nice weekend going to the movies, walking through the city and enjoying some of the exhibitions at the Louvre Museum. We went to a romantic restaurant near the Parc Montsouris and had some fun dancing in a club next to the Champs Elysées. As I said Iveta was the perfect wife, beautiful, fun to be with, and up to many activities ... except bedroom fun.

On Monday at the office, just after lunch I went to the coffee room with Roberto and we came across Iveta, Nina and Professor Royer. My wife blushed slightly but she caught herself quickly and behaved as if I was non existent until I said hello to Nina and the Professor and I introduced myself to her. It was really awkward to say to my own wife, "Hello, nice to meet you. My name is Bertrand".

She replied, "Hello Bertrand, I am Iveta, nice to meet you too." And that was all.

Roberto and I went outside with our coffees and he started immediately commenting on the "new" girl.

"She looks hot, don't you think?" he said enthusiastically. "She dresses a bit old style but I am sure she has some serious body underneath."

I felt bad about this but I had to play along, and I did as always when Roberto spoke about the girls in the office.

"The bad news is that this Professor Royer has some sights on her," he grinned.

"Really?" I stammered, the shock sinking into my guts.

"Yeah, Nina told me that he is making passes at her nearly everyday. I think Nina is jealous but somehow when you see this guy somewhere, the new assistant is never far."

Nina was not the only one to be jealous. I went back to my desk but I was in a very bad mood. Iveta was not doing anything wrong but I felt jealous just because other guys was finding her pretty. I decided that I was being stupid and concentrated on my work.

***

In the evening, when I finally came home using the public transportation, I asked my wife about her day.

"It all goes so well, Bertrand, I am so happy to have this job now."

She was literally beaming and I was happy to see her like this. During the conversation I asked about Professor Royer.

"He is really a scientist, always hundred percent with his mind on his research. He is a real giant bore for me."

We both laughed and I took my wife in my arms to hug her. I was reassured about what was going on and smiled when I thought of this scientist trying to explain his latest theory to Iveta.

"He showed us his lab also," Iveta added. "It is really impressive, computers and screens and cables everywhere."

I laughed out loud.

"And I am sure that he explained all technical stuff in petty details, very boring no?"

"Actually it was kind of fun. He had Nina and me sit on some chair and he claimed to read our minds. Nina swore that he tried it on her before and it worked."

She went to the bathroom to change into her pajamas and she closed the door when she saw me trying to get a look at her.

"Bertrand, you know that I don't like to be seen nude," she protested jokingly.

"So did it work?" I shouted through the closed door.

"What?"

"The mind reading? Did it work?"

"Oh yes, actually it was really impressive."

"He really read your mind?" I stammered, completely caught by surprise.

"Of course!" she claimed when she came out of the backroom, smiling all over her face.

I smiled back because I realized that she was joking. We cuddled together in the bed and fell soon asleep.

***

So far everything had gone smoothly. Nobody at work suspected that Iveta was my dearly loved wife and we continued to behave as if we were just colleagues. We had decided to not take any chances and therefore I was flirting kindly with Nina in presence of Iveta, and she was being nice to her other male colleagues, insisting on the fact that she was single. I was feeling a bit jealous when she was laughing at their lame jokes but on the other hand I admired her for being strong enough to go through with her play. I knew that she was offended by some of the sexually oriented humor but she was not showing it at all. She was laughing heart-fully, but unfortunately this was encouraging people like Roberto, or Armand, another computer programmer and wannabe office playboy, to continue.

When at home she would tell me how difficult it was to conceal her disgust for her colleagues' doubtful jokes but she would also tell me how much she enjoyed her job. I was really happy about this but somehow I wondered why this was the case.

"But what do you like in making copies all day long, or carrying stuff around?" I asked her when we were in bed after watching X-Men 3 on TV.

"Its not just that, silly!" she giggled. "It has to do with being part of a community, working and interacting with people. When I was jobless I was just doing sport and watching TV, these were pretty lonely activities."

I guessed she had a point. I looked at my beautiful wife and was feeling very proud of her. I felt my desire for her rising in my groin and I suggested that we try to make love. To my surprise she accepted and switched off the light. She then lowered her pajama bottom to allow me access to her pussy. I knew that she would not agree to have me stimulate her with my fingers so I just pointed my dick to the entrance of her pussy and pushed forward slowly.

She winced in pain as she was completely dry but she bravely stood motionless until I got the head of my dick in her. I could not really move but I had held up my sperm for so many weeks that I came almost immediately just from being in her pussy. Iveta felt the warmth of my cum and she reached quickly for the box of tissues to avoid staining the bedsheets. She then ran to the bathroom to clean herself and came back to bed ten minutes later.

"Oh Bertrand, I love you so much," she whispered when she cuddled back into my arms. Our lovemaking had lasted thirty seconds but it had been one of our better sessions since I had at least achieved relief. I held my loving wife tight thinking about how lucky I was to have her.

"I think you should date Nina," she said out of the blue.

"Huh?" I was not sure if I heard right.

"Yes. I think this would make our cover-up even more convincing. Who would guess that your own wife would tolerate such a thing? It would be the ultimate proof that we are not together, don't you think?"

I thought that she was right but on the other hand I did not want to encourage Nina. I was sure that she would agree to ***** with me if I was asking her, and I did not want to give her a false impression. I was going to tell my thoughts to my wonderful wife when lightning hit me :

"And to make all matters secure I will also date some of the guys from the research center."

A jolt of jealousy ripped through my guts. If I did not know better I would have refused bluntly but I knew that Iveta was just trying to make her job the most secure possible.

"I ... I think that this is a ... good idea," I stammered.

"Hmmm Bertrand, I am so lucky to have you!" she replied amorously. "This is great that you agree. I feel better just thinking that nobody will be able to tell that we are together and that I can keep my job."

I grumbled something in agreement.

"This evening I was at the shopping center and I bought some new clothes," she added happily. "I decently could not go out with the old ones I had."

I had trouble to fall a***** that night, thinking that my wife was going out with other men was nearly making me sick. I knew that it was just playing and acting but nevertheless I wished I would have disagreed in the first place. The only positive note was that I was going to invite Nina out, she was pleasant to be with and I was sure that we would have a lot of fun. At least I would have much more fun than my wife with my boring colleagues. I decided to ask Nina to go out tomorrow night just before ***** caught me.

***

It felt like it was still the middle of the night when I heard the bathroom shower going. I managed to open an eye to see the clock, 5:12!

"What's wrong honey?" I called, a bit concerned.

"Nothing Bertrand," Iveta replied from the bathroom. "I just have an early meeting with Professor Royer this morning. Just stay in bed until the clock rings. Ah and yes, I will be coming back later tonight as well."

I slipped back into *****, strangely worrying about what such an early meeting was about and why she was coming back later tonight. I dreamed about Iveta coming out of the bathroom in black stockings and suspenders and I imagined her putting on a black mini-skirt which came to mid-thigh. In my dream I saw her put on a white blouse and some very nice stiletto high heels. When the clock rang at 7:00 I woke up with a raging hard-on.

I was late again when I arrived at my desk at the research center and immediately started hunting for a bug in my source code which I had been trying to correct for the last few days. Sometimes later I overheard Roberto and Armand making fun of the new "office atomic bomb" but I was too concentrated on my task to understand what they were talking about. It wasn't until later, when I went to fetch a coffee in the break room, that I realized that the atomic bomb was my wife Iveta. She was standing with Professor Royer near the vending machine and chatting happily. She was wearing the same dress as in my dream except that I realized that I had not dreamed. My loving wife was looking like a magazine fashion model with nice thin legs starting with her high heels and ending on the bottom of he black mini-skirt just under her tiny ass. I was stunned and extremely jealous but also turned on incredibly. Iveta saw me staring and did not even flinch or blush. She just looked at me coldly.

"These nerds," she spat and walked away with the professor who was mildly smiling.

I walked back to my desk like in trance. I remembered that Iveta told me that she bought new clothes but I would never had imagined that she would buy this incredibly sexy dress along with these fuck-me shoes. I was having a raging hard-on and had to sit down to hide it from my coworkers. I knew that Iveta was playing a part but still she had looked at me like if I was some ugly geek, and this was enough to make me feel sick in my stomach. I could not concentrate and I was staring bluntly at my keyboard, I was really desperate until I casually looked at my screen and saw that I had a mail ... from my wife!

I jumped to click on the message and it took me three tries to actually open it because I was unable to control the shaking of my hand.

"Bertrand you need to be more careful! You nearly blew my cover by looking at me so intensely! Prof R. asked if I knew you and had to say that I pushed back some advances you made to me earlier. This will make it more credible anyway! I see you tonight! kiss I."

One million tons fell off my heart. She was just still playing her part! She still loved me! I was so relieved that I stupidly smiled at my screen while resuming my search for the bug.

***

In the evening I was alone at home as Iveta had said that she was coming back later. It was nearly midnight and I was feeling very jealous. Iveta was just an assistant and she was not supposed to put in long hours at work. Also I knew why she bought these sexy clothes but I could not help imagining all the guys checking her out and making lewd comments about the "office atomic bomb".

I was starting to feel really angry when I heard the front door. All my anger vanished at once and I rushed to the door. Iveta came in beaming and hugged me tightly. I had just glimpsed an eyeful of her new dress and I wanted to caress her through the cloth but she escaped with a giggle.

"I need to get rid of this disguise," she shrieked and rushed towards the bathroom and closed the door.

I sat back on my computer and I heard the shower going. What the hell was Iveta needing to shower in the evening? She had taken a shower in the morning already! Maybe she was feeling dirty after wearing this "dirty" dress.

Iveta came out of the bathroom one hour later, wearing her old ample pajamas.

"I feel better now," she said while snuggling into the bedsheets. "I really hate wearing these clothes but it must be done."

"You look good in them," I replied, getting into the bed besides her.

"I don't look like a married woman in them and this is what counts," she said, switching out the bed-light on her side. I knew that she was tired but I wanted to know what had taken her so long at work. When I asked her she just replied, "Professor Royer had some paper files to sort and he wanted me to it before tomorrow so I had to work a little extra-time."

"Sorting files could not wait until another day?" I exclaimed. Most of our files were digitized and stored on our servers, only very old files and research papers were still printed and stored away.

"He said that it was quite urgent, and Armand and Roberto helped as well ..."

"Armand and Roberto helped you carry paper files? They would never do that even if you would pay them double salary!"

I was now angry because I knew that something was wrong. I could not make out what it was until Iveta said, "They were really helpful, they passed me the files while I was standing on the stool to put them into the storage boxes."

"You were standing ..." I shouted before stopping abruptly.

"Yes Bertrand, what is wrong with that?" Iveta looked at me concerned.

"Can you imagine the show you have given them with your short skirt on the stool?" I replied with a blank face. My throat was dry and my stomach was aching as if I had just swallowed some acid. Unfortunately I also had a raging hard-on which I tried to hide below the sheets.

Iveta bit her lips as if she just realized the situation.

"Oh my God," she said slowly. "The must have seen the top of my stockings and my panties..."

I was relieved that she at least looked shocked but I still felt incredibly jealous that she had shown herself off to some colleagues when she would not even let her own husband do that.

"And they were taking turns holding my legs so that I would not fall off the stool," she whispered. I felt like a punch in the guts when I realized that my colleagues had felt my wife up also, but I was more concerned about Iveta now. She was horrified by everything sexual and now that she realized that these guys were feeling her up it must be a bad psychological shock to her.

"Don't worry my darling, I will talk to them tomorrow, this will not happen again," I said to comfort her.

"NO!" she shouted, "Don't do that. I will lose my job!"

She was starting to cry now.

"I really love this job," she sobbed. "I don't want to be jobless anymore."

I took her in my arms.

"Please, please Bertrand, promise me that you will not do anything, please!"

She looked at me imploringly and I gave up.

"Ok," I said, still fuming. "But next time you must put a stop to this before it happens!"

"I will try my Darling," she replied wiping her tears and wearing a shy smile now. "But on the other hand it is the perfect cover, don't you agree?"

I wanted her to feel better so I agreed and Iveta seemed to immediately feel much better. I was now wondering if her tears were about me being mad or about her colleagues having ****** her. Anyway my loving wife was now lying smilingly next to me in bed and I switched the lights out.

The next day Iveta went to work in a more casual dress but still I was upset. She did not tell me that she also had bought a new pair of jeans which were at least one size to small. It made her muscular legs and buttock look incredibly stunning as the denim was hugging her like a second skin. She insisted in wearing her high heels also because she said that she had to get used to them.

"Don't be so ******** Bertrand, its just clothing. And if other people look at me its not my fault!"

She walked to the door with the car keys and the fact that I would again have to fight my way through the public transportation system added to my frustration.

"You don't let me look at you!" I screamed furiously. Iveta made wide eyes and came to me. She wrapped her arms around my neck and kissed my ear.

"Its not the same, you are my dear husband and I love you so much!"

This made me feel much better at that moment but when Iveta drove off I still felt as if I had swallowed a stone.

When I arrived at the center later in the morning, I found Armand and Roberto excitedly chatting with my wife and Nina in the break room. Both girls were laughing out loud at something Roberto had just said and Armand mimicked a sad face. I could not hear what they were saying as they were a bit too far from the coffee machine where I got myself an espresso.

Nina was also wearing tight black spandex leggings and a black tight top which clearly revealed the amazing size of her breasts. I noticed the boys checking her out quite openly but I felt a deep sting through my heart when Armand slapped Iveta on her ass! It was just a nice tap for something she had just replied and would have been considered as harmless, but I knew Iveta well and she was not tolerating even this slightest familiar behavior. But right now she was just going on with the chat and the laughs as if nothing just had happened. My own wife, who was usually so prude and uptight, was allowing a colleague to touch her in public on some intimate part of her body!

I walked to my desk feeling sick, sat down and took a deep breath. I knew that Iveta was only pretending to be a single woman to protect her employment but still I felt that this was going to far. I tried to concentrate on my work for a couple of minutes but I was unable to do something useful. I thought about this Professor Royer. He was the one who made Iveta climb on that stool yesterday! I thought about getting rid of some steam and do something annoying to this guy. I was an IT professional and I could just shut down his network access. He would get furious and would be rushing into our office, demanding that we repair the network immediately. I would then take a looooong time to bring his network back just to have him fuming a bit more. I felt a bit better already and dismissed this idea. However I had already connected to the server in Professor Royer's lab and was browsing through some of his research files.

Most was just scientific stuff I could barely understand and I was going to disconnect when I saw a couple of folders which looked strange. They were all labelled with the tag "DEVICE" along with a version number and a female first name. They were a dozen of them and the last two were labelled "DEVICE - NEW - 2.0 Nina" and "DEVICE - NEW - 2.0 Iveta". My heart stopped when I read my wife's first name but I thought that this professor just had used his colleagues names as code names for some scientific work. I had myself labelled some of my software releases with names of comic characters, planets or flowers.

Out of curiosity I clicked on one of the folders but I got only "Access Denied!". I verified that I was logged in as an administrator and I was. I should have been able to read absolutely all the files on the system but I still got this error message. Apparently the professor had encrypted these folders. This was really strange as all other folder on the drive were freely accessible. I thought about it for a second and then I did a binary copy of the folder onto my workstation. It took me some time but soon enough a had a password cracker running. I did not know how much time it would take but I was going to find out what was in these files.

From this point on I was happily working on my usual source code, just looking from time to time at the output of the password cracker. I was only distracted once by Iveta who came into our office to bring a parcel to Armand. She gave me a cold look but warmly smiled to Armand and Roberto who grinned stupidly back. When I left the office late in the evening, the password cracker was still running. Before I left I checked to see if I could find Iveta, just to make sure that she was not again ****** by some of the guys in the office. I was relieved to see that she had already driven back home.

When I arrived home however, I did not find Iveta. Our car was not in the garage so she must have driven somewhere else. I was really furious and concerned at the same time. I sat down in the living room and started waiting for my wife, fuming. At some point I fell asleep though, exhausted by all the stress and anger. I woke up when Iveta lent over me to give me a big kiss on the forehead. She was still wearing her ultra tight jeans and high heels and I immediately felt my desire for her rising.

"Bertrand, my darling, why don't you go to bed? It will be better than ******** here sitting on the couch," she said smiling nicely.

I remembered that I had to feel angry.

"Where have you been?" I shouted, and she back up looking at me totally surprised. "I have been waiting for you all evening!"

"But Bertrand, I told you that I was going out tonight," my wife replied with an innocent voice. "Professor Royer invited us to have a ***** as a thank you for the nice work we did with the files yesterday evening."

I could not remember anything about Iveta going out but somehow I felt that I just had forgotten that she told me. I calmed down a bit.

"Right," I sighed. "So ... umm ... how was your evening?"

Iveta jumped up.

"I will tell you, just let me freshen myself up."

She walked towards the bathroom, her hips swaying sexily thanks to her high heels. I went to our bedroom and I heard the shower going. My wife was apparently developing new habits in her personal hygiene. I looked at the clock on the bedside table, it was two in the morning!

When she finally came out of the bathroom I was asleep again. My dearly loving wife gave me a sweet peck on the cheek but it was enough to barely wake me up.

"Sorry my darling," Iveta whispered, "I did not want to wake you."

"Hmm," I mumbled, feeling so tired that my interested for Iveta's evening out was quickly waning. Now that she was back home I felt that was all that mattered.

"In fact, its crazy," my wife continued, "I don't feel tired at all."

"Uhuh," I managed to croak.

"We danced for so long and I think I could still go on," she laughed.

"You ... you danced?" I managed to open my eyelids as Iveta went on.

"Yes, we had a couple of *****s and then we took advantage of the dance floor. You should have seen Armand and Roberto going crazy! What a great evening."

She giggled and then sighed loudly before slipping into the bed sheets and turning off her light.

"But where did you go?" I asked, suddenly much less tired. "Did you go to some club or what?"

"Yeah, we went to the Bra Buster Club, it was really fun!"

"You went WHERE??" I exclaimed while jerking up in the bed.

"Oh you know, this club in the suburbs, its quite well known."

The Bra Buster Club was very famous, I would say infamous, for their female waitresses which were all sporting a tight sport-bras and tight short shorts. Legend had it that a girl with breasts under a D cup did not have any chance to be hired. This was a place where men where going with their male friends, and definitely not one for my uptight and conservative wife.

"I heard about this club," I hissed, feeling a pang of jealousy ripping through my guts. "And you did enjoy it?" I tried to stay calm because I wanted to know what exactly happened at this club.

"Well you know at first I felt a bit uneasy ... because you know ... its not my type of location where I would chose to go. But Nina said that she would look after me and so I was ok with it, since I also wanted to play my part of the single girl. We ordered some burgers and after eating we danced. There is nothing more to it."

"Nothing more?" I asked suspiciously. "No feeling up, like yesterday evening?"

"Not too much Bertrand, you know I only love you!" She leaning over to kiss me on the cheek and despite my jealousy I felt my desire rising. I approached my hand to caress my dear wife's breasts but Iveta just sighed.

"Not now my love, I am tired."

"Tired? You said five minutes ago that you feeling tired at all!"

"Yes Bertrand but now I feel tired, good night darling, I love you."

Curiously this made me feel better and I managed to fall asleep.

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It felt like minutes later when some noise woke me up. I slowly opened one eye and saw Iveta coming out of the bathroom. I did not move and pretended to be still asleep. She glimpsed at me to check if I was still asleep and when she was convinced that I was still ******** she started to get dressed. I watched my beautiful wife through my barely closed eyelids, getting a hard on when she started to bend over to put on her stockings. I nearly gasped loudly when I suddenly realized that my loving wife had shaven her previously untrimmed pubic hair! Now her pussy was completely bald and I could see her nicely formed lips. She had always refused to shave as she considered it more natural to keep her pussy hair and besides it was somehow hiding some of her nudity. Apparently she had changed her mind and I would have been happy about it if I was not suspicious about what the reason was for this change of mind.

My stunning wife continued to dress, putting on the stocking suspenders and then putting on a new bra I had never seen. When she moved forward to pick up her black mini-skirt I noticed that it must be one of these push-up bras as her usual B-cup was now more of a C-D cup! She was looking incredibly sexy and I was concerned that she would notice the tent my hard dick was making with the bedsheets. She pulled up her skirt which molded around her fine ass and she checked in the mirror if the top of her stockings were not visible. She then put on a tight white shirt which put her now impressive cleavage to show. Finally she put on her high heels and walked back into the bathroom to probably finish her makeup. I felt very sick and incredibly aroused at the same time. My dear loving Iveta was looking like an executive manager except for the fact that under her skirt she was wearing stockings but no panties to cover her blank pussy. I anxiously lied in our bed, hoping that my wife would put on some panties before leaving, hoping that she had just forgotten to put some on. She came out of the bathroom, checked out herself in the mirror again before leaving our bedroom. Then I heard her in the kitchen and some minutes later the main door opening and closing. I waited some more until I heard our car driving away.

I jumped out of the bed, my heart racing. I felt the urge to shatter something, feeling betrayed by my own wife, who would not have sex with me but would show off her naked pussy to some stranger if not worse. I stood in the bedroom for a while trying to sort my thoughts before going to the kitchen. It was still very early and I needed some caffeine to wake up completely. To my surprise I found a note from my beloved Iveta on the table. It read :

"Dear Bertrand,

I forgot to tell you that yesterday night I have lost a bet on purpose. It will help to protect our secret but please don't get upset. It is very harmless and you know that I love you!

Kiss you my darling,

Iveta"

It did not take me long to understand that her pantyless dressing was the object of the bet. She was going to do something naughty and apologized in advance for it. I was going to put a stop to this but Iveta's note had dissolved the bulk of my anger. I took a shower and got dressed to go to work.

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When I arrived at my desk Armand and Roberto were already here and laughing hysterically. I could see that they did not get much ***** and that they were still somewhat *****.

"Hi Bertrand," Armand yelled enthusiastically. "Too bad that you weren't there yesterday evening! It was a great party!"

I just nodded in an irritated way, and Roberto howled "Wooohoooo!" when Nina walked into our office. I smiled weakly at her but my smile froze when I realized that she was dressed in nearly the same way as Iveta : mini-skirt, nylons and high heels and white top.

"Our secretaries look awesome today!" Armand growled and Nina walked up and down our office with her hips swaying as if she was modelling her clothes on a fashion show.

"Iveta is still with Professor Royer," Nina said while Roberto was checking the corridor.

"Bertrand, maybe you want to join our little bet?" Armand said in his too loud voice. I nearly grinned as I suddenly realized that I already knew what the bet was about. I was still angry because I was convinced that my wife was not supposed to go pantyless, but maybe I could do something out of this situation.

"Sure, what is it about?" I asked innocently while sorting through the paper listings on my desk.

"Roberto and I bet that Nina and Iveta would never agree to come to work without panties in a mini-skirt!" Armand yelled. He looked at me waiting to see a shocked expression on my face.

I just calmly replied, "Sure, I bet they would, they seem like naughty enough girls to me!".

Nina looked at me in a surprised way. "I would love to be naughty with you Bertrand, if you just let me!"

"So you think they are pantyless now," Armand asked unbelievingly.

"Of course," I replied, "I bet you 100 euros". Nina was looking at me as if she was seeing me for the first time.

"Deal!" Armand shouted and came to me to shake my hand to seal the bet. I tried to appear calm and relaxed but inside I was boiling with frustration and jealousy. Apparently yesterday's evening out was pretty wild and I could not understand how my loving wife was agreeing to stay with people who would talk about sex all the time. I logged on to my computer and I noticed that my password breaker had managed to find Professor Royer's password. I could not check further as Iveta came to our office, looking a bit flushed in her face, followed closely by the Professor. This man had a satisfied smile on his face and was watching Iveta intensely as she walked to stand close to Nina.

My beautiful wife looked just briefly at me but it was enough for me to see that she was anxious about my reaction to what was going to happen. The Professor stood farther away, looking amused, and analyzing the scene as if it was a scientific experiment.

"So what about our bet?" Armand growled and Iveta blushed even more. Of course Nina had no such inhibitions and she walked to me saying, "I will show Bertrand first!" A jolt of jealousy appeared on my wife's face but which was soon replaced by another expression, which I would qualify as 'lust' and which I very rarely had seen on her. Nina bent over, presenting me her butt, her skirt rode up her ass and I witnessed one of the nicest naked pussies I had ever seen. Nicely pink, completely shaven and smelling awesomely good. I got an instant hard on and shifted in my seat to hide it. Fortunately Nina then walked over to my colleagues to make sure they all saw that she had fulfilled her part of the bet. Armand and Roberto growled in excitement and Iveta clapped her hands laughing.

"Now you Iveta," Roberto suggested.

Iveta hesitated but then she turned around and bent over like Nina had done. She lifted her skirt just a couple of seconds but it was enough to see that she had no panties on. She was completely shaven like Nina and my heart missed several beats when I realized again that my wife was not shaven 24 hours ago and that she always had refused to shave even when I begged her to do it. I was relieved that she adjusted her dress very quickly and that her nice pussy disappeared out of sight from my colleagues.

Nina shrieked excitedly about the won bet and Armand and Roberto were yelling "WOOHOO!", just Professor Royer was silent but smiling.

Armand stood up, kissing both girls on the cheeks and handing them a couple of money bills. Then he came to me and gave me a 100 euro bill, grinning widely.

"I love to lose this kind of bets," he joked and shook my hand enthusiastically. "I hope we can do more soon," he said with a naughty glance at the girls and I saw that Iveta blushed again.

Nina and my dear wife soon left our office on their high heels and we jumped back into our work routine. I felt better since I expected much worse from this situation and I relaxed a bit.

Later I ran across Iveta in a corridor and since we were alone she took the time (and the risk!) of telling me some words which made me feel completely well.

She said, "Thank you Bertrand, my darling, for playing along and not getting mad.". She looked so genuinely relieved and I could see tears forming in her eyes. I just smiled and gave her a little wink. My wife was playing a sluttish girl to protect her job but her prudish and faithful self was still near the surface. I walked back to my office smiling stupidly and thought that we had even made some money out of this!

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Later in the afternoon, I remembered about my password breaker. I had been distracted by Armand and Roberto's excited chatter about what new bets they could come up with. Of course all of their ideas involved nudity and/or sex and it disturbed me very much that they were now talking about Nina and Iveta as the "office sluts". Nina would probably take this as a compliment but I was sure that Iveta would be deeply hurt.

I therefore concentrated on retrieving the encrypted files from Professor Royer's drives but very quickly I sweared when I discovered that the cracked password was just giving access to the first files in the directory labelled "DEVICE - NEW - 2.0 Iveta". All other files were encrypted with a different password. Apparently our dear Professor was a bit paranoid ...

I opened a text file which was now accessible but I did not learn much. Essentially it was a report about a test with a new wave emitter the Professor was working on. I could not understand half of it and I kept wondering why this was stored in a directory bearing my wife's name. Two additional files were unencrypted now but I could not figure out what they were. They looked like binary files and they had no extension but when I opened them in notepad in binary mode I could see the signature of a jpeg file. A photo! I quickly loaded both files into my display program and what I saw made my heart stop for a second.



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These were photos of Iveta looking towards somebody holding some kind of remote control. What the fuck!? My sweet wife never told me that she was taking part in some kind of scientific experiment! I really hated the idea that Iveta was hiding something from me, but I soon calmed down as I remembered that she had always told me everything. I guessed that she had just helped out quickly and maybe forgotten about it because it was unimportant. However there were still more encrypted files and I started my password breaker again to work on them. I soon left the office, promising myself to have a talk with my loving wife tonight.

I jerked up when I heard noise at the front door. I had fallen a***** again while waiting for my dear wife Iveta to come home. I rubbed my eyes and felt a tiny kiss on the cheek.

"Bertrand, my love, you should ***** in the bed!", Iveta said cheerfully.

She was still wearing her stunning black mini-skirt and her tight white shirt, which looked a bit crumpled. Her hair was slightly undone and I could smell a faint odor of *******. I look at the clock in the living room and it read 2:20. A sting to my heart made we completely awake.

"Where have you been?" I asked suddenly very concerned. A sexy woman like my wife in this outfit was a likely target for any sexual predator lurking in the dark.

"We have gone out with Nina and the boys," she replied excitedly. "Armand and Roberto have been looking for you but you were already gone."

She giggled stupidly and I realized that she was more than a bit *****.

"They wanted to celebrate the great bet from this morning," she continued. I contained my anger and frustration because I wanted to hear what had been going on tonight.

"We went to the Bra Buster Club again, like yesterday. It was a lot of fun." Iveta got a dreaming look as she recalled the events from her evening.

"So, do you think that stupid bet was worth celebrating?" I asked her somewhat aggressively. I was really upset at the idea that my beautiful wife was partying with my colleagues while I was not there. She was not into partying before so why was she going out two nights in a row?

"My dear husband," Iveta said, taking me into her arms, "I am sooooo happy that you did not object to this. Everything went great and everybody is convinced that I am single. Nobody suspects that I am married to you, isn't that wonderful?"

"It is wonderful that you are not married to me?" I spat.

"No no, Bertrand, it just means that my job is safe," my lovely wife slurred, "and I am sooooo happy to keep my blowjob."

I looked at her stunned but she corrected herself quickly.

"my job, I mean! my job!"

"You never ever use that kind of words! What has gotten into you?" I stood up and Iveta looked at me smiling *********. She was clearly not in her normal state as she would have been shocked just hearing the word "blowjob". Now she was using it and not having second thoughts.

"Sorry Bertrand, Armand and Roberto did not stop using ... umm ... naughty words tonight."

Again I tried to put my exasperation aside because I wanted to understand what my colleagues had been up to.

"So what happened?" I asked in a somewhat calmer way.

"Not much, my darling, just the usual flirting ..."

"What usual flirting??" I exclaimed

"You know, the boys were always hitting on Nina and now they are also hitting on me since they believe that I am single and as ... hmm ... naughty as Nina. I hope you don't mind my darling, its a small price to pay for keeping my job."

I grumbled something in agreement. I was dearly in love with my wife and I wanted her to be happy. She was treasuring this job as it allowed her to feel part of our society and it helped us pay the bills. I was hating my colleagues for flirting with my wife but as long they kept a distance from her then I would be able to keep my jealousy under control..

"So what happened?" I repeated, succeeding in giving my sexy wife a little smile.

"Thanks for not getting upset, Bertrand, you know that this is very important to me."

My loving wife sat next to me on the couch but she was a little tipsy and fell back against the cushions of the armrest. She giggled a bit while straightening her mini-skirt out, but she just had given me a full view of her nice and naked shaven pussy.

"Oops," she said grinning, "I think I am a bit *****."

I had never seen my wife ***** but I did not really care because the sight of my wife in this outfit with her naked pussy underneath just had given me a nearly painful hard-on. I suddenly was hoping to get some sex tonight!

"But you took a taxi back home, right?" I asked, suddenly concerned.

"Armand drove me home," my lovely wife replied. "He really insisted. I don't know why."

I felt angry again, my wife was just too gullible. Armand was of course having an idea in mind.

"He just asked that I show him my ... ummm ... pussy again. Since he saw it this morning already I just thought that it was not a big deal. So I just lifted my skirt and he had a good look." My wife giggled again. "The problem was that he got so distracted that he kept missing the right way to bring me home. I think it took us one hour to come here. You see, nothing worth mentioning."

I was fuming internally but I had to get over it. This was part of our strategy to protect Iveta's job. My cock was aching in my jeans and my arousal was too big, I started caressing my stunning wife's legs trough her stockings. To my surprise she responded and gave me a big wet kiss. I tasted ******* but also tobacco on her tongue, which seemed kind of strange as Iveta was rather anti-smoking, but I did not even flinch as I was moving my wife's skirt up her hips and exposing her naked and shaved pussy. She started to undo my jeans and I lifted myself up to help her. I fiddled with the buttons on her skirt while my dear wife got hold of my erect cock from my boxer shorts. Unfortunately I was so excited that after Iveta gave it two or three strokes I started cumming in huge streaks all over the couch.

"Oops," said my lovely wife proudly, "I guess you like when I show myself to other men. I've never seen you so hard."

I laid back, completely frustrated by my premature ejaculation. Iveta stood up quickly, a little unsure on her stocked legs.

"I need to take a shower now," she giggled, "don't forget to clean up your ... umm ... mess before it dries."

She walk away from me, giving me an incredible view on her perfect naked ass. My cock sprung back to life almost immediately.

"But I want you now!" I protested.

"Later Armand, later," and she walked to the bathroom.

I felt double betrayed because I hadn't had proper sex with my stunning wife and because she had just called me by the name of a colleague. I knew it was because she was ***** but it still hurt.

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I woke up at 5:00 to the noise Iveta was making as she got dressed again.

"What are you doing?" I asked in an exhausted voice.

"I need to go to the center, Professor Royer needs me there."

"But you slept only 2 hours?"

"I feel very good Bertrand, I am not tired," my sweet wife replied.

My sweet wife was not used to ***** much so she should have experienced a major headache but there she was getting dressed to go to work. I watched her put on another short skirt, even shorter than the one from yesterday. It was barely covering her tight ass and there was a lot of skin between its bottom and the top of Iveta's stockings.

"No panties again?" I exclaimed in disbelief.

"Bertrand, my darling, I thought we were through with this already. You know that it is just to protect my job. Please don't get mad, I was so proud of your reaction yesterday."

She looked as she was going to cry so I calmed down a bit.

"But I thought it was a one-time thing. You don't need to put on these clothes every day."

"But I LOVE my job!" she cried out, "therefore I need to wear these clothes!"

She put on her high heels and immediately gained ten centimeters height.

"And besides, Nina said that she will come dressed like this everyday now too, so you can see that I will not be alone."

"Ok, ok," I replied, beaten and drowsy from *****. "Fine, it's just clothes anyway."

"Thank you Bertrand!" my beautiful wife exclaimed, "I love you! You are always so understanding."

She checked herself in the mirror to see if the skirt was in place and then ran outside of the bedroom and outside of the house. Then only I noticed that she forgot to put a top on and that I had a raging erection.