les histoires de chrislebo

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.

In the following days, Nina and Iveta kept flashing their bald pussies under their mini-skirts at every possible occasion. Both girls seemed to have a lot of fun and, considering it all, everybody was having a lot of fun except me. Soon enough Nina also started showing off her huge boobs by pulling up her shirt when she walked into our office. Armand and Roberto were growling and shouting each time and Nina sometimes looked disappointed that I was not joining in. My beautiful wife Iveta was not going that far and, since it was all just showing and teasing, I just convinced myself that all of this was harmless.

Sometimes I was even secretly happy when I saw Armand drooling after looking at Iveta's fine ass and not being able to touch it. On the other hand I was still not getting much ass either, as my loving wife was always coming home late and leaving early in the morning. At least I could sometimes watch her dress or undress when she thought I was still asleep. She was still 100% the prudish girl and her sluttish behavior at the research center was an impressive actor performance. I was completely sure that nobody was suspecting Iveta to be married to me, or anybody else for that matter, and therefore her job at the Meudon research center was secure.

I was also still trying to break the passwords on Professor Royer's files and I had also hacked the access to the surveillance cameras feeds. From my desk I was able to watch all corridors, break rooms and other locations in most parts of the research center. On some cameras I also had an audio feed and I felt a bit sick when I spied on Armand and Roberto speaking about the "office bitches" when they felt alone around the coffee machine.

When I ran across Iveta in the center and nobody was around she would give me a wink or blow me a kiss and this would cheer me up. When other people were around however she would completely ignore me which was making me somehow depressed. On one afternoon I had an idea, and I used the feed of the security cams to find out the right moment to talk to Iveta. That day she was wearing tight black spandex pants and a tight red top which were hugging her body so closely that it was obvious that she was not wearing any bra or panties. Perched on her high heels and with her red plastic belt underlining her thin waist she was looking like a porn star and when I came to meet her near the copy room I had to stare for several seconds before making a noise so that my awesome wife would notice me.

She gave me a stone cold look but when she peeked out of the door and saw that we were alone she beamed at me and even touched my hand.

"Bertrand, my darling, I love you so much! This is the happiest time of my life," she whispered. "I have you and I have a great job! For what more could I ask?"

I resisted the temptation to take her in my arms and kiss her so I just smiled back and said,

"Iveta, I just thought of something. I think your plan is working but there is still something to consider."

My dear wife looked at me, a bit concerned that something might be wrong with her acting.

"You show off to everybody except me, I think people might get suspicious that I get a different treatment from everybody else. You know ... they will not think that we are together, no, but they might just suspect something else and I guess we should avoid that. We don't want anybody ask questions or take a closer look at our private lives."

Iveta thought about it for a second and then slowly nodded.

"I think you are right Bertrand ... if I treat you differently we could raise suspicions. And if I behave ... ehmm ... you know ... sluttish ... with you too it would be the perfect double bluff."

She thought it through once more and then nearly cheered out loud.

"Bertrand, this is a great idea! I am so happy that you take such a great care to protect our secret! You are the best husband in the world!"

She jumped up and down in excitement and seeing her small bra-less tits juggle in her tight top gave me an instant hard-on. My sweet wife blushed when she realized it but she quickly added,

"I will show you my ... umm ... breasts later today in front of Armand and Roberto, you know ... like Nina has been doing! I will show them and you could even touch them in front of everybody else. And when I turn around you could clap my ... umm ... ass and I would just show how much I liked it!"

Iveta seemed to get very excited at this thought and this did increase my hard-on even more. I could just stutter,

"Will you come home early tonight so that we can have some ... you know ... intimate moment?"

"Yes Bertrand, my darling, I will come home early. Its been a long time since we last watched a DVD together."

She leaned forward to give me a kiss but a researcher came out of another door on the floor and she quickly turned back to the copier. I did a hasty retreat to my office.

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I sat back down at my desk trying not to smile at the idea that my wife would show her sweet breasts to me and that Armand and Roberto would be terribly jealous. I hoped that Iveta would try to hide her nude tits from them, making them even more upset. And when I would feel her ass they would be really mad!

I did not have to wait long before Iveta and Nina came into our office. My idea was apparently so good that my lovely wife was impatient to try it out, especially if this was going to help hiding our relationship from our colleagues.

Nina wore also white spandex pants that clung to her very fit body and showed off her distinct cameltoe. Her large breast were dangling freely under a very tiny pink top and her shoes were having a heel of at least 15 cms. Both girls were looking like a mix of supermodels and hookers and I felt my dick growing hard.

"Hi guys," Nina cheers happily, "I think you need a break."

Armand and Roberto looked up from their keyboard and started howling like wolves as Nina slowly walked around our room. She stuck out her fine ass to Roberto and smacked herself on her ass-cheek while Roberto nearly drooled on the floor. To my pleasure my supersexy wife walked towards me and did exactly the same. Her spandex covered ass was just centimeters away from my face.

"Good quality ass don't you think," Iveta suggested in a sultry voice. She bent forward towards the neighboring desk, resting on her elbows. The spandex pulled even tighter across her pussy, and it was evident that she wore nothing beneath her pants, the outer edges of her pussy were clearly visible.

"Hey I want to see too," Armand complained, feeling a little bit left alone. I smiled at the idea that this time he was not going to be the one getting the treat but my clever colleague had come up with an idea. He waved a 10 euro bill in the air.

"Who will dance for me?" he yelled enthusiastically. Nina just laughed but Iveta looked at Armand in a way I never had seen on her, something between lust and greed. She then smiled and slowly walked over lasciviously to my colleague. Armand grinned broadly and threw me a wink. I had to swallow hard when I saw my dearly loved wife starting to dance slowly in front of Armand. Even Nina stopped teasing Roberto to watch Iveta dancing like some professional stripper. She was moving on her extremely high heels without problem as if she was born with them and showed a flexibility I did not know she had. She bent forward without flexing her knees and she touched her toes. I heard Armand gasp at the sight and I could only imagine what her cameltoe was looking like. My dear wife then turned over, bent towards Armand's hand, took the bill into her lips and snapped it from his fingers. I felt sick of jealousy but my cock was painfully hard at the sight of this show.

Everybody else cheered and applauded at Iveta's performance and my wife smiled proudly while stuffing the bill in her pants. She had just behaved like a cheap whore right in front of her husbands eyes and did not seem to even have second thoughts. She kept smiling and came slowly towards me, slowly pulling her tight top upwards. This reminded me that it was all just acting and that she was now going to show me her breasts as promised, and, unlike Armand, I would not need to wave with euro bills. My anger and jealousy disappeared as Iveta approached and my excitement grew when I saw Nina coming towards me as well. I grinned stupidly at both girls who stopped just short from my desk. My awesome wife had pulled her top just over her breasts and I could see the bottom of her soft round mounds just below the cloth.

Nina softly reached for Iveta's arm and pulled her towards her. She gave her a nice kiss on the cheek and Iveta made round surprised eyes and smiled. Then Nina whispered something to her ear and Iveta looked at me and then at her friend. She nodded, looked at me again, and then she slowly moved out of Nina's way. Armand and Roberto were standing up to see what was going on and I was not really at ease with this hot big breasted girl coming closer to me.

Nina's bend forwards towards me and her big breasts pressed heavily against the cloth of her top. She beamed when she noticed the shape of my hard-on in my pants.

"You like what you see," she teased me, and Armand, Iveta and Roberto, who were looking at us with curiosity, cheered wildly. My beautiful wife was again having this lustful expression on her face while she was coming closer to get a better view. Behind her I could witness my two colleagues eying Nina's heavy hangers but also Iveta's spandex covered knack-ass. I tried to smile but I was also a bit desperate as Iveta was the one who was supposed to show me her breasts. My fear became worse when Roberto said to Iveta,

"Hey bitch! want to give me a show as well?"

My loving wife did not react in the way I expected to what I considered as an insult, but instead she smiled happily at Roberto and, while Nina wrapped her arms around my neck and sat on my lap, Iveta reached to the sides of her shirt and pull it over her head. Her nice breasts fell into view for all to see and she settled on Roberto's lap in the same way Nina was sitting on mine. I felt a intense bang of jealousy as my colleague immediately reached for my wife's breasts.

"You hands are cold!" Iveta shrieked and giggled when Roberto started to massage her left tit. Armand growled and Nina was shouting encouragements and moving on my lap over my hard erection.

"This turns you on as well?" she then whispered to my ear. "You can touch mine as well, Bertrand, if you wish."

I was just feeling sick and disgusted at the sight of my dearly loved wife being groped by another man but Nina was mistaking my arousal she felt on my lap. Since I was not moving she took my hand into hers and guided it under her shirt to rest on one of her large mounds of flesh. Her nipples were fully erect and she moaned as I absently-minded malaxed her soft breasts.

To my horror Armand also approached my lovely wife and started groping her right breast. Iveta did not seem to mind and was even encouraging both men by pushing her bust towards their hands. I was incredibly jealous and I felt huge pain deep inside my stomach. Nina looked at me somewhat disappointed.

"You prefer Iveta, don't you, Bertrand?" she asked softly while caressing my neck in a sensual way.

"You know that I have flirted around quite a bit," she continued speaking to my ear, "but the one I really like, and who has never given in to me, its you Bertrand."

She looked nearly sad, in contrast to my happy wife who was giggling and laughing while my colleagues were teasing her nipples.

"You know where to find me if you want," Nina added before kissing me quickly on the lips and standing up. She straightened out her shirt and walked out of the office.

Armand and Roberto noticed it.

"What wrong?" Roberto asked, not stopping rolling my wife's left nipple between two fingers.

"euhhhdooohnoooh!" Armand replied while sucking on Iveta's right nipple.

"Nothing!" I said and turned to face my screen and keyboard again, trying to pretend to work. I was somehow relieved when Iveta stood up from Roberto's lap, brushed off Armand's intrusive mouth and put her tight top back on.

"That's it guys," she cheered happily, "the break is over!"

She discretely threw me a wink while rushing out of the office to follow Nina.

"Its your fault," Roberto said sympathetically, putting a hand on my shoulder. "Nina has a crush on you and you don't respond. Each time I date her she keeps talking about you. You should do something about it!"

"You must be the only one not having fucked her," Armand added jokingly. "Put personally I would like to try out the other whore."

Deep inside me I wanted to **** Armand on the spot but since I knew that my incredible wife was just playing a part in order to protect her job I swallowed down my anger and pride, thought about it for a second and decided to play the part further.

"I know Armand," I replied dismissively, "but I am dating someone else in this office."

"Really??" he exclaimed and he looked at me as if he was seeing me the first time in his life. "Who is it? Wow, I am actually happy for you! I mean, I was afraid that you were gay or something."

He seemed so genuinely relieved that I had to smile.

"I won't tell you, but I guess you have heard of it. And no, I am not gay."

Roberto came to shake my hand.

"Glad to hear that buddy. How about you come and go out with us tonight? You can bring your date along if you want. Iveta and Nina should be there too."

Again I felt betrayed as my dear wife had said that she was coming home early. I was tempted to agree so that I could verify first hand what Iveta was up to every evening, but then I feared that Nina would flirt heavily with me in front of my own wife and I was not comfortable with that. I declined saying that I had other plans for my date tonight and this is when Shannya Tweeks, the center's research director came into our office. I don't know why I blushed when she came to my desk but Armand gave me a wink when he sat back down at his desk. Great! Now my colleagues would be thinking that I was dating our director!

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I followed Director Tweeks to a meeting room and she sat down on a chair next to the table. I expected her to ask me some easy questions about our network infrastructure, which she had done in the past for new projects requiring that we add additional servers and bandwidth. She was then investigating the easiest and cheapest ways to do so. As usual money was tight ... and so was the director's blouse as well. Actually Shannya Tweeks was very good looking and I had not really paid attention to her before. I was married and even if I was not, the research director was way out of my league anyway. I caught some glimpses at her decollete, trying to determine if her breasts were as big as Nina's. Nothing sexual there, just scientific research, but of course, Murphy's law stroke and I saw Armand walking past the meeting room windows, giving me a knowing look and a thumbs up. OK, now he was *sure* that I was dating Director Tweeks.

Shannya Tweeks took a very serious look.

"I must talk to you about a very serious matter, "she said before pausing dramatically for a few seconds. My mind went numb and I was convinced that she had found out that Iveta and I were a married couple.

"I know that you have been spying onto Professor Royer," she said matter-of-factly. "We have some pretty advanced monitoring tools operated by Karl De Verder, our chief security officer."

I was taken completely by surprise. All I managed to say was, "Oh!"

"Yes 'Oh!'," Shannya Tweeks imitated mockingly, "You know that this means that you will be suspended immediately. So I will ask you to hand me your badge, as well as your remote access card."

"But, but, I was just ..." I stammered, "look, I am sure that this Professor has some dirty secrets. I was just trying to prevent him from damaging the reputation of our research center! I was just ..."

"I know that," Director Tweeks said, interrupting me harshly. "This is why I want to propose you a second chance."

I listened completely depressed to our Director explaining me that she expected me to continue keeping an eye on Professor Royer and reporting back to her every day. I nodded in agreement, I had no choice if I did not want to lose my job.

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I tried to work that afternoon but I couldn't concentrate and it took me an immense effort to locate a nasty bug in my source code. When I arrived home late that evening I was pleasantly surprised that Iveta was already home. She heard me at the door and came running to jump into my arms.

"Here is the best husband in the world," she exclaimed while hugging me strongly.

"I was waiting for you, " she said softly, taking me by the hand and leading me to the living room. She was wearing her old comfortable pajamas as usual but I still saw her as the most sexy girl on the planet. I sat down on the couch and she settled on my lap, wrapping her arms around my neck.

"Armand told me that he thinks that you are seeing Director Tweeks," she said, still smiling. I felt bad for a moment and angry at the memory of my colleague groping my wife but since Iveta looked cheerful I did not want to ruin her mood.

"Armand is crazy, " I replied, "Tweeks came just to talk to me about some project. The usual stuff you know...."

"I know, but I was really jealous," my loved wife whispered. "But now I realized that you do that to protect my job, and I wanted to thank you."

With that said, Iveta came on her knees in front of me and proceeded to open my pants. She had never dared to do such a thing and I thought in a reflex that we need to put the lights out, but she proceeded undisturbed until she had my flaccid cock in her hand.

"Armand and Roberto told me that they want me to do that to them but I prefer doing that to my beloved husband, " she said naughtily and then taking my dick into her mouth.

It was the first time that my sweet wife was giving me a blowjob, and not mentioning the lights on. A nice warmth surrounded my still limp dick as she sucked on it noisily. I thought about my colleagues trying to talk my wife to give them a blowjob and felt a pang of jealousy rip through my guts. These bastards! And Armand who paid my sweet wife like a cheap pole dancer! And who licked her nipples! I felt like becoming a ********.

"You don't like what I am doing?" my dear Iveta said, and I saw that my dick was still soft like a feather. "Maybe I am doing it wrong," she said, blushing, "I don't have much experience ..."

"No no, " I replied quickly, "its just ... I mean ... I had a difficult day... can you try again?"

Iveta happily resumed her blowjob which felt really nice but due to the stress of the day it seemed that I could not get any hard-on. My stunning wife sucked and sputtered and slurped and licked my cock head slowly then faster, licking the shaft and even my balls. This looked nearly like a professional blowjob and I wondered where she had learned this.

"Roberto explained how to do it and I listened carefully," she explained as if she was reading my mind. The sight of her smiling face just next to my dick was incredible but I felt also incredibly jealous at my wife listening to sexually explicit stories from my colleagues.

"It did not sound very hard to do but now I guess I am doing it all wrong," she said somehow sadly.

"No Iveta," I cried out, not wanting her to stop this unique experience, "its me, I promise! Its my fault!"

"It does not matter, Bertrand. Maybe next time," my loving wife smiled and put my limp cock back into my pants. She gave it a quick kiss before zipping me up again. I felt like I was going to cry. For once my dearly loved Iveta was ready for sex and I was not. I watched her sit on the other chair, take the TV remote control and launch the latest downloaded episode of her favorite show. I slowly stood up to get ready for bed, I felt exhausted.

The next day at the research center, Director Shannya Tweeks summoned me to her nice office.

"Bertrand, I hope I can count on you," she said in an icy voice. She was dressed very hotly however, her big breast being pressed together into a very nice cleavage and a tight top at least two sizes too small. I swallowed hard and nodded. My throat was dry, I was really terrified by this woman. I did not see any way out of the situation I was in and I decided to cooperate fully. Director Tweeks smiled wickedly and walked to the main window in her office. I admired her long legs perched on her fuck-me heels and felt my dick reacting to the sight.

"I have asked Professor Royer to involve you in negotiations with a new investor. You will be present as a technical expert, vouching for the performance of our computer infrastructure. That way the professor will have to include you in all steps of the project design and this is when you can keep an eye on him. Obviously he was not very pleased by my decision but I expect him to respect it. If not, you will need to let me know and I will make things clear again."

She turned around and looked at me intensely.

"The first meeting with the investor will be in the afternoon. Don't disappoint me, or else ..."

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I was still stressed when I came into the kitchen corner to get a cup of coffee. Nina came in shortly after me, wearing even less cloth than usual. She invited me to come along to the smoker terrasse and I agreed, thinking that some fresh air would do me good.

"I am pretty excited," she giggled, "I have a meeting with Professor Royer and a future investor this afternoon."

I nearly dropped my cup of coffee but caught myself quickly.

"Oh really?" I stuttered, "that's strange. I will be in a similar meeting this afternoon too! Maybe it is the same meeting?"

It appeared that it was indeed the same meeting and Nina beamed at me.

"That's great Bertrand, I love to be in the same meetings as you. And here you will be able to see me at my best!"

"What do you mean?" I asked puzzled.

"You know," Nina said with a conspirator voice, "Professor Royer often uses me as an incentive to make potential investors more ... incline ... to sign the project with us."

I looked at Nina and realized that she looked very very sexy in very very revealing clothes, I had not really noticed as I was distracted by my own problems, especially the blackmail of Director Tweeks. Nina would indeed make a big impression on any male in the same room as her.

"That's a ... great idea," I replied awkwardly, trying not to look at her big breasts barely hidden by her dress, "but ... but what do you do ... I mean ... for that?"

"I could show you, "she teased me with a naughty smile. "Essentially it is flirting, showing off some skin, light touches. But sometimes some of the business men want more so I just go with them. Professor Royer pays me a good bonus and usually I get a big tip from the men as well."

She was essentially telling me that she was whoring herself off to some investors, and she even seemed to enjoy that. Nina seemed like a reasonable person, what kind of perverse influence this professor was having on these women? Maybe that was what Shannya Tweeks wanted me to find out. At least I was sure that my loving wife Iveta was not going to participate in such agreements to 'entertain' potential business partners.

Nina's mobile phone went off and she quickly ran away, excusing herself for some emergency with the fax machine.

I slowly went down the stairs to the floor of my office and saw Iveta rushing towards the door of the chemical lab. I looked around and saw nobody, then quickly followed her. My sweet wife saw me, looked around suspiciously and jumped into my arms when she saw that we were alone.

"Bertrand my love! I am so glad that you are here! I need to change quickly! Oh my god!!"

She was looking really stressed and I now saw that she was holding two bands of stretch cloth.

"Change? Change what?" I exclaimed surprised.

"My clothes, silly," she replied while pealing off the tight jeans she was wearing today.

"But ... why change your clothes? What's going on?"

My awesome wife stripped off her top and was standing nude in front of me as she was not wearing any bra and panties. My usually so prude Iveta had just stripped naked as if this was a normal thing to do in a chem lab.

"Nina is busy with a problem on our fax machine, I need to replace her for a meeting. She told me I need to wear something sexy!"

I looked at her in disbelief.

"We haven't received a fax in the last 10 years! and besides you don't have any clothes to change into!" I stammered.

"I do," she laughed and raised her hand holding the two bands. She pull both over her head and then over her butt and breasts.

"Voila!" she exclaimed, "I wonder if this is sexy enough."

The bands were only as large as my hands and covering essentially nothing. I was too taken aback to say anything and it took me moments to recover.

"You ... you can't go into a meeting like this!" I protested. "You look like a whore!"

"Don't get upset Bertrand please! This is the first time I will have a large responsibility in my job. I can make a difference here, and if I do a good job our research center will get considerable funding! And besides, I will get a large bonus and it will help us greatly to pay our mortgage!"

Before I could say anything she turned around.

"Is it spreading nicely over my ass?" my usually so shy wife asked, "I really need to make a good impression!"

"For an impression you will make one!" I replied angrily but Iveta did not even notice in her excitement.

"Oh Bertrand, I am so happy to have you! Other husbands would get upset but you agree to this because you know that it is important for me! I love you so much that it hurts!"

There was nothing I could add to this and my sexy wife kissed me on the cheek, then rushed out of the door.

"Going to put on some makeup," she whispered after having checked that the floor was deserted. She blew me a kiss and ran away.

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I was still fuming when the time of the meeting with the investor arrived. I knew all this was just showing some skin like in the car trade conventions where lightly clad ladies were parading around racing cars, but still I was not happy at all that my loving wife was going to show herself off to a complete stranger. I was at least relieved that she would not agree to go with the investor to earn some 'extras' like Nina did...

Actually the meeting went quite well in the beginning. Professor Royer introduced me to the investor, Alain Barquier, who was an ugly fat man around fifty with a big beer belly and balding. He was sweating profusely behind his big glasses despite the air condition which was blowing a polar capable wind, he loosened his tie after 5 minutes and dropped his vest after around 15. My sexy wife Iveta was whirling around in her nearly non-existent clothes, bringing coffee, fetching documents, closing or opening the window blinds as the sun was coming and going. She did not seem at all to notice the frigid temperature or the insistent looks of M. Barquier at her ass.

Professor Francois Royer exposed the research capabilities of our center, and I did a short presentation on our computer network but our potential investor seemed to only have eyes for Iveta which was not at all surprising. I felt my jealousy rising and longed for the end of this meeting so my dearly loved wife could finally change into something more decent.

"I agree with all the conditions," Alain Barquier said finally. "I will transfer the initial funds of 800k euros tomorrow morning and you will get the next payments as the project will be progressing."

I could see that Professor Royer was trying very hard not too smile as there had been nearly no negotiations at all. M. Barquier signed the different parts of the contract, completely distracted by Iveta who was pointing him at the spots where he needed to sign. She made sure to put her barely covered ass just under his nose and I felt a sharp pain in my guts when the investor grabbed a handful of my wife's bum. She just jerked up a little and then smiled as if this ugly man just had made her the nicest of compliments.

"And you will not mind if I invite your ... err ... assistant to ... umm ... dinner tonight?" Alain Barquier said with an excited voice.

I was going to protest but Professor Royer was faster.

"Of course not M. Barquier. I am sure Iveta will be very happy to accept your invitation."

"I am very honored," my dear wife replied happily, "I gratefully accept."

I felt sick again. Was Iveta not seeing that this guy only wanted one thing? And that thing was not just looking at her awesome body. But I couldn't say anything without endangering Iveta's job, and my job now as well. M. Barquier led my wife out of the meeting room while kneeding her buttocks. I wanted to follow but Professor Royer asked me to stay.

"Good job Bertrand," he said while I tried to see where that fat guy was heading to with my wife. "I am very happy about your presentation today. As you can see we won the funding for this new project."

He then looked at me, smiling slightly.

"Of course, I would like you to keep quiet about the little show my assistant did during the meeting. I think you are a very good engineer and I will reward you with a bonus," he added before making a pause which sounded somehow threatening. "I am sure we will have a perfect collaboration."

"Of course Professor Royer," I replied hastily. He wanted me to keep quiet which meant that he felt that what he was doing was wrong. Maybe I had some good reasons to stick close to him, find out his secrets and report back to Director Tweeks. I decided to play along and pretend to be his accomplice. I added,

"I think this is was brilliant idea. I am glad to be able to finally work with you on a project. Until now I really know you only from your reputation."

"Please call me Francois," the professor replied, visibly pleased. "And yes, these little shows tend to work quite well."

"So your assistants have some little side incomes," I asked, trying to sound casual.

"Actually no Bertrand," he replied, looking dead serious, "this is supposed to be their main activity."

He patted me on the shoulder before moving to the door.

"I like you, Bertrand, " he said looking back, "You are a clever guy. We can make great things together."

He smiled.

"By the way, if you want some company tonight, just let me know. I'll find somebody for you."

And he left the meeting room. I waited a second then hurried out into the corridor, hoping to be able to catch up with my loving Iveta, before she was disappearing with this ugly investor. I was shaking at the thought what was going to happen

the story of a NYMPHOCOM's victim - part 3

Of course I did not find my dearly loved Iveta. She and the obese and bald investor had disappeared in a large car parked outside of the research center and drove off at the moment I came running out of the front door. I did not have the keys to our car which Iveta was using to drive to work and there was no taxi waiting at the stop a hundred meters from the center. I guessed that Alain Barquier would try to bring Iveta to his hotel room so I ran back to our office to try to find out where he had checked in. I came across Nina who was just putting an "out of service" sign on the fax machine.

"What's wrong Bertrand," she said when she saw me panting, trying to recover my breath.

"Whe ... where ... is ... Mr. Barquier ... staying?" I panted. Nina looked at me in a concerned way and took me by my arm to lead me into her office and closed the door.

"I ... need ... to ... know where ... they ... are ... going!" I tried to say, but Nina took me into her arms to calm me down, her ample breast pressing against my chest.

"Shht Bertrand, don't worry. I know that you like Iveta very much but there is no risk." She looked straight into my eyes. "Mr. Barquier is a well know person and nothing bad will happen to Iveta, I promise."

She made me sit down on an office chair where I finished to recover. I could not explain to Nina that I was not concerned about Iveta's security. I could not tell her that I was just incredibly jealous even though I was sure that my loving wife would stay faithful to me in any case. I just could not stand the idea of my dear Iveta being groped by an ugly and lustful man. However I calmed down a bit because I wanted to know more about professor Royer's way of attracting projects for the research center.

"You are not jealous that Iveta went to the meeting instead of you?" I asked innocently.

Nina smiled and sat on my lap. She wrapped her arms around my neck and kissed me softly on the cheek.

"Not at all my dear Bertrand," she whispered to my ear. "Now that the competition is out of the way I have you all for myself."

I grinned uneasily while Nina hugged me tightly and I could feel her huge boobs against my chest. She then put her lips on mine and pressed her tongue into my mouth. For a couple of seconds we kissed passionately before I came back to my senses and pushed her back softly.

"I am sorry Nina, I can't ..."

"My best kiss ever," Nina smiled. She did not seem disappointed at all, she rather looked like she had just won a small victory. She quickly unbuttoned her blouse and unclasped her bra so that she was sitting bare breasted on my lap. She took my hand and guided it to her large mounds of flesh and beamed when she felt my hardening dick pushing against her legs. She sprang up and despite my weak protest she undid my fly and fished for my cock which grew instantaneously to full size.

"Nina, please ..." I stuttered, trying to resist.

This was when, to my horror, I saw the office door opening and Shannya Tweeks walking in. I could only imagine what we were looking like : Nina's huge breasts completely naked and my hard dick sticking out from my pants! Surprisingly Director Tweeks smiled warmly to me, seemingly undisturbed by us being nearly nude in front of her. Nina looked like she was caught stealing out of the honeypot and smiled shyly.

Shannya Tweeks observed us for a couple of seconds before saying, "Please come into my office Bertrand, when you are done here. No rush.". She then walked slowly out of Nina's office and softly closed the door. Nina gave me a deep tongue kiss before putting her bra back on and buttoning her blouse up.

"Don't keep Director Tweeks waiting," she whispered to my ear. "And when you come back I will have a nice little room booked for us in a hotel nearby."

With a naughty grin she flattened her skirt, apparently she did not seem disturbed at all by having been caught by our research director.

"Do you think she will fire us?" I asked, suddenly afraid when I remembered the research center's policy.

"Why would she fire us?" Nina replied, looking genuinely puzzled.

"Well, you know, about couples working in the center!"

I stood up and tried to unsuccessfully cram my still hard cock into my pants. Nina was eying my bulge with a fresh appetite.

"Couples can not work together in the center, this would get us fired immediately indeed. But Bertrand, we are not a couple. If we have sex together it will just be a fling between two consenting adults. Hurry Bertrand, I wait for you!"

Completely stressed I left Nina's office and ran towards Director Tweeks office in the upper floor.

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"Come in!" Shannya Tweeks' voice sounded when I knocked at her door absentmindedly. I opened the door and immediately started apologizing.

"I am really sorry for what you just saw ..." I said, but the awesome busty woman just smiled at me.

"You are doing a great job, Bertrand," she said, standing up from behind her desk and slowly walking towards me. "Nina is an important person in Professor Royer's team and it is a very smart move to get to know her in a more closely way. I am sure you can learn a lot from her during pillow talk."

I let out a silent sigh. Director Tweeks was thinking that I had approached Nina to get information on the professor I was supposed to spy on, and she was happy that I took my assignment seriously.

"I wanted to see you to hear about progress with your assignment," she continued, "but I witnessed first-hand that you are on top of things. I will let you go, just take Nina to the cosy hotel nearby, she likes to go there."

"Actually she is booking a room right now, but ..."

"Good, good, don't keep her waiting then!" Shannya Tweeks said in a somewhat lustful voice. "Report back to me tomorrow morning!"

With that said, the stunning Director turned to her laptop and ignored me completely.

I left her office and closed the door behind me. I was puzzled by her attitude but I had more important things to worry about. My sweet wife was somewhere with a lusty old man and I had to find her! I sneaked out of the building, making sure to not run into Nina or any other of my colleagues for that matter.

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I did not find her of course. After checking dozens of upscale hotels in the neighborhood I went home completely desperate and exhausted. I could only imagine the worst what this ugly fat investor could want to do to my loving wife. I fell asleep on the couch after hours of crazy thoughts.

I woke up to some warm feeling around my waist and slurping sounds. My dearly loved Iveta was busy giving me a blowjob like I never had one before. I was fully erect but my sweet wife was happily taking all my meat down her throat. It took me some seconds to realize that I was not dreaming.

"Hello my darling," my wife said, stopping the blowjob but keeping stroking me with her hand. "Passed out on the couch again?"

She looked at me like an innocent angel, really happy to see me after a hard day at work. This reminded me of her assignment with Alain Barquier, the investor.

"Where have you been?" I asked, feeling a stomach ache building up while I anxiously awaited her response.

"All went great, my darling," she beamed, leaning towards me to give me a wet kiss. She smelled a bit of cigarette and ******* but she did not seem *****. "I am soooo happy! I was a bit stressed at the beginning but apparently the client was very happy with my company."

"So ... wha ... what did you do?" I asked with a trembling voice. My mind was numb and I felt incredibly jealous, but my dick my wife was caressing was still rock hard.

"Oh Bertrand, I love you so much!" my dearly loved wife exclaimed. "It is great that you are interested in what I do for my job. It is really important to me."

She sat down next to me, still stroking my hard cock like an expert.

"All went really well," she continued. "Francois had briefed me on the project real quick so I had to smalltalk around some of the details I did not know but I think Alain did not notice. Actually it was strange, he seemed to be more interested in my well-being than in the project."

I thought to myself that my wife was way to gullible and I wanted to interrupt her, but her sweet hand jerked me so well that I was afraid she would stop.

"Since my dress was very light and the air condition in his car very cold, Alain suggested that we go and buy some clothes for me. Wasn't that nice?"

I noticed now that Iveta was not wearing the two spandex bands anymore, which were not covering anything anyway. She had black stockings, a very tiny latex skirt which was not much more than a belt and and a leopard bra.

"Ungh," I groaned while I felt close to blowing my load, "but ... where did you .... hmm ... buy this?" I was sure that a normal shop would never sell this kind of seductive clothes."

"Alain took me to a sex shop in Rue de la Gaité," Iveta beamed proudly. "You would never believe how difficult it was for me to enter this shop like I had always done this. I think nobody noticed that I was stressed. But thank God there were other girls present so it felt just natural as we were all dressed in a similar way."

"You ... you went to a sex shop??" I gasped, "but ... but these girls are ... prostitutes!" Iveta continued massaging my hard cock, repositioned herself and licked a drop of precum from the tip of my shaft.

"No no Bertrand," Iveta continued, "There was a nice dance contest there. All girls put on a show in sexy dresses in a kind of cage, it was really funny!"

"But this is called ... ungh.... a peep show!!! Only prostitutes are dancing there!"

Iveta went on as if she had not heard what I was saying."

"Alain asked me to chose a dress I was finding beautiful on one of the girls and he bought it for me. Wait! there are shoes with it too!"

Iveta let go of my throbbing cock and rushed to a corner to put on some nice high heels. I noticed that she was wearing a leopard string panties matching her bra.

"At least this Alain bought you some panties I see," I spat somewhat sarcastically.

"Yes Bertrand my love," Iveta replied cheerfully. "As I said, Alain was afraid that I would be catching a cold. Isn't it sweet of him? But they keep getting wet so I push them aside like this."

The sight of Iveta's incredible ass nearly pushed me over the top. I was only able to emit some weird croaking sound while my sweet wife was shaking her tight bum just in front of my nose.

"Strange, all present men reacted in the same way as you just did," Iveta giggled. She was not the uptight wife anymore, she was behaving more like a nymphomaniac in heat.I felt incredibly aroused but terribly jealous at the same time.

"Alain said that I was looking so pretty that he wanted me to be the model posing for the project's documentation," she cheered, wanking me enthusiastically again. "You know, the ladies you see in front of the machines, just to make the photos look a bit less technical and a bit more appealing."

My beautiful wife suddenly noticed that my hard cock was leaking a lot of precum and she bent forward to take it into her mouth again. I could feel her tongue sweeping over the tip and the intense feeling made me wonder for the hundredth time why she suddenly seemed to enjoy everything sexual. She came up again after a minute and continued describing her evening with Alain Barquier.

"He suggested that we take some sample photos and he ask me to pose in that little cage. Isn't it wonderful Bertrand? One of the most important investors of our research center wants your little wife to be the public representative for his project! Isn't that great?"

She gave me a big wet tongue kiss and excitedly jerked my cock. A painful jealous feeling sank into my guts, balanced out by the wonderful feelings on my hard dick.

"Oh I love you so much Bertrand," she cooed, "I am so lucky to have you as a husband, who is sooo understanding and helps me to keep my job."

"So he took some photos right there in the sex shop?" I asked, anxious to hear what had happened.

"Yes so I went into this little cage with a small dance floor surrounded by mirrors and I moved a bit to show off my new dress."

Iveta took a revealing pose on the bed.

"All girls and men applauded, it was very nice. Alain had a wet stain in front of his trousers after my dance, I think somebody must have spilled a *****. He thanked me very much and then drove me back to the research center where Professor Royer debriefed me. Then I drove back home and here I am!" My sweet wife wrapped her warm mouth back onto my hard dick and I felt the tip hitting the back of her throat.

I let her proceed, enjoying the intense feeling. I was really relieved that Iveta had remained faithful to me, she had just showed off some skin and that was it. This would help her secure her job and cover up our secret. I was also happy about the side effect about not having a prude wife anymore.

"Oh and by the way," my lovely wife said while removing some euro bills from under her microscopic skirt, "Alain gave me a 200 euros tip! This will really help us with our mortgage paybacks!"

I don't know why I came just in that very moment, but I exploded in massive spurts, lasting what seemed like minutes. My thick white cum landed on Iveta's face, on her chest, on her hands, not mentioning the mess it made on my legs and on the couch.

"UNGGHHH sorry ..." was the only thing I was able to say, knowing that she was genuinely disgusted when body fluids, especially sperm were touching her skin. I wanted to stop spraying my cum everywhere by covering my dick with my hands but my sweet wife was looking at the sperm fountain with wide eyes and an ecstatic expression on her face. She did not seem to realize that cum was dripping from her left cheek and that her hand which was still stroking my cock was completely sticky and gooey.

"Hmm apparently you like it when I bring home money!", my dear wife said sheepishly, "Do you like it when I make money keeping other men company? I am sooo proud of you Bertrand, I am sure other men would be dead jealous!"

"Do I have a reason to be jealous?" I replied, out of breath from my huge ejaculation.

"Of course not my darling," my stunning Iveta replied while looking at her sticky hand in a fascinated way, "you know that I will NEVER be unfaithful to you! Its all very innocent and harmless. I am sooo glad to have you and that you help me keeping this great job! You are so sweet and understanding, I love you soooo much!!"

My dear wife stood up, tried to wipe the cum from her left cheek but only managed to smear it around on her skin. She was looking like a used whore but still incredibly sexy, my dick sprang back to attention. She saw this and smiled as if I was doing her a compliment

"I talked to Nina just before coming back home, " she said, readjusting her micro-skirt and inadvertently smearing cum on it, "She booked a cosy room for you both in an hotel nearby but she said that Director Tweeks got her hands on you first."

Iveta laughed out loud. "Poor Nina, she seems to be jealous that you slept with the Director and not her."

"I did not ***** with Shannya Tweeks!" I protested, "I will not be unfaithful to you either!" I felt bad somehow when I remembered that Director Tweeks had caught Nina and me in an ambiguous situation.

"I know my sweet Bertrand, " my dearly loved wife replied, "not that *****ing with Nina or the Director would be cheating anyway. I just know that I can trust you."

She smiled at me while walking sexily to the bathroom to finally wash off all of my sperm. It took a couple of seconds for her words to sink in.

"What do you mean by 'not cheating'??" I exclaimed but she had already closed the bathroom door and put on the shower.

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Twenty minutes later, Iveta came out of the bathroom, draped into a large white towel, seemingly back to her prudish self. I had cleaned the mess I made on the couch and on myself and I felt ready to have some nice sex with my wife even if it was three in the morning. However I was disappointed when my sweet wife was pulling out clothes out of the wardrobe as if she was going out again.

"Where are you going? I exclaimed.

"Don't be silly Bertrand," Iveta replied with her lovely smile, "I go to work! Professor Royer might have a new assignment for me today so I need to be ready."

"But ... but its in the middle of the night!"

"Well ... I don't feel tired anyway and I have work to catch up."

Iveta turned around with her clothes and left the bedroom in order to get dressed so I would not see her naked. I shook my head. My sexy wife had just given me a awesome blowjob and had my cum on her face but she would not let me see her getting dressed ... And she had not slept for two days and was still full awake and fresh. I felt too tired to continue thinking about this so I put my head back on the pillow and fell a***** instantly.

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That morning I overslept and came late to the office. I still felt very tired and hurried to the coffee machine. Before entering the breakroom I heard Armand laughing out loud and several people chatting. I did not feel like talking so I was turning back but Armand was at the door, spotted me and exclaimed, "Here comes Don Giovanni!" He came to me, shook my hand as if I was his closest friend and led me into the room. There were Roberto, Nina and my sweet wife Iveta, all smiling at me as I walked in. I grumbled a "good morning" and walked towards the coffee machine.

"So Director Tweeks fucked your brains out last night?" Armand laughed, "You sure look like you could need some *****!"

I could not really understand what he meant but he just went on.

"Nina told us about the nice hotel room she had booked for you both but that Director Tweeks crossed your plans! "

"Oh right!" I stuttered and everybody laughed out loud.

"You sure are a lucky guy. She is a real hottie! But thanks to her we got a nice evening too!"

Again I was a bit lost but since I was looking so tired nobody seemed to notice.

"Yeah, thanks to Shannya and Bertrand!", Roberto cheered. "Nina called Armand to the rescue to not lose the fee for the hotel room and, since he had some problems keeping up with Nina's demands, I had to join in as well!"

Everybody laughed again and I started to understand. Nina had invited both guys to the room she had booked since she supposed that I had gone with the stunning research director. I managed a weak smile and noticed that Iveta was looking at me lovingly. This situation added additional security to our little secret as nobody would expect me to have another liaison besides the one I was supposed to have with Shannya Tweeks. My dear wife noticed that I was looking at her and quickly recomposed her face just after giving me a wink with her eye. Nina and her were dressed in a rather conventional way as their miniskirts were nearly touching the top of their stockings and therefore nearly hiding their asses, and they wore skintight tops which seemed to be painted on their bodies. Nina's big tits were dangling freely, making it obvious she was not wearing a bra. My sexy wife did not have a bra either but since her breasts were smaller it seemed that her nipples wanted to make up for it by tenting the cloth as if they were rock hard.

"Yeah, Armand and Roberto were quite the *******," Nina joked, "I had trouble walking this morning."

She came towards me, her huge breasts swaying slowly under her top.

"But Bertrand, if you are ready today I am ready too, " she said and wrapped her arms around my neck, pressing her cleavage against my chest and giving me a wet kiss.

"And Iveta, if you're ready I am ready too," Armand mimicked, "and if you ask nicely I will do you up your ass like I did Nina's last night."

Everybody laughed while an intense jolt of jealousy ripped through my stomach. I finally managed a smile as I remembered to play along.

"I know, Armand, " my wife replied cheerfully, "but my agenda is full at the moment!"

"Iveta, you should really try Armand," Nina protested jokingly, "He is a real assman! And Roberto is not bad either!"

"And you are a real asswhore!" Armand growled funnily.

Nina beamed at the compliment, turned around and lifted her miniskirt to show her ass. She was not wearing any panties and her pink pussy lips were glistering wetly. But instead of a nice asshole we all could see the bottom of a big black buttplug pushed up her anus.

"Indeed," Nina cheered, "I keep my ass always well trained and lose for immediate use!"

She looked at me in a suggestive way, making it clear that she wanted me to be the one using her rear entrance.

"Good job, " Roberto exclaimed, "We can see that you take your assignments seriously!"

I was completely taken aback! This was not the kind of conversation we were supposed to have as colleagues, but everybody was acting as if this was completely normal and even my once prude wife was laughing heartfully.

"I always do," Nina replied proudly, "This week I will be meeting the CEO of WorldNetTech and he always likes to push a lot of things up my ass. Last time I ended up with three billiard balls and one coke can up my intestines and he had me walk through half the city."

My dearly loved wife had tears running on her cheeks so hard was she laughing and I had trouble understanding what was so funny on this obscene report Nina was giving. However, despite my tiredness, imagining several hard objects up her fine asshole made my cock tickle and I started to get a nice hard-on. I shifted a bit to hide it but I caught Iveta's proud look at my crotch. She was encouraging me to continue pretending that I was a single man which was obviously attracted to anything sexual, in the same way as Armand and Roberto.She wiped some of the tears away, winked at me again and lifted her mini skirt over her fine ass. Her muscular buttocks were smaller than Nina's but the red buttplug pushing them apart was nearly twice as thick as her colleague's. Armand's and Roberto's jaw fell to the floor and Nina walked over to my sexy wife so that we could contemplate the two plugged asses side by side.

"Ohhhhh I really want to fuck that gape, "Armand complained and Roberto kneeled down to get a better look. Nina grabbed Iveta's ass with one hand and with the other started to pull out the huge toy. It came slowly and steadily and soon she was holding the plug while we were all staring at my sweet wife's gaping ass. She held her buttcheeks apart so that we all could get a look at the hole which was the size of a tennis ball. My wife had never ever thought about anal sex, as this was one of the dirtiest thing she could think of, but now even a huge dick could probably enter her anus without touching the inner walls of her intestines. I was sick and aroused at the same time, not knowing for sure if our cover up actions were not going way to far. My heart was racing as jealous feelings threatened to overwhelm me but my cock was thinking otherwise and trying to break out of my pants. I could not stand that other men were looking at my wife's stretched asshole but I had to agree that it was one of the sexiest sights I had ever witnessed.

After a minute, Nina put the huge red plug into her mouth, sucked on it a couple of times and reinserted it into my dear wife's still open asshole. Iveta let out a satisfied sigh. She then pulled it out halfway to have the thickest part of the plug tearing Iveta's anus apart, and spent a minute licking the ring of her ass muscles. After this she moved the huge plug in and out for a while, having my dearly loved wife start to moan slightly. Her asshole seemed very elastic and she did not appear to experience any pain from the extreme stretching. It would even seem that she was enjoying this!

"Wow, " said Roberto, closing his drooling mouth. Armand was quiet and watching with his mouth open. Iveta straightened out her skirt and smiled proudly.

"Yeah we are training hard," she giggled, pulling her arm around Nina's waist. Both girls were looking incredibly sexy and I thought that I was going to come in my trousers.

"So will you let me fuck your ass?" Armand insisted, coming out of his trance, "since Nina is vouching for me."

"And if you are really nice I'll be joining as well, " Roberto added, and my three colleagues and my wife exploded with laughing again.

"Yeah why not," my lovely wife said with the voice of a slut, "This sounds really really tempting."

Iveta passed her tongue over her lips in a suggestive way and made a couple of steps towards Armand who was having a carnivorous smile on his face. A hard knot of dread developed in my stomach immediately and I had to remind myself that she was just playing. Indeed she stood just out of the reach of her colleague, turning around to give him a good look. Roberto drew his chair closer to get a better sight.

"But I don't really have time," my teasing wife added, "Remember that I am training right now." She slowly turned around and walked towards one of the coffee tables, leaned towards it and lifted her skirt again to show the red buttplug which was tearing her asshole apart.

Armand growled and Roberto managed to stutter, "What a whore!" My once so timid wife was now teasing two men, none of whom was her husband, like she was an absolute professional porno star. The acrid taste of jealousy invaded my mouth and I was on the verge of standing up to bring this obscene show to an end but Nina came to me and sat on my lap. I realized that I had a rock hard erection going on because Nina settled in a way to have her clit next to the tip of the tent in my trousers.

"I can tell you really like Iveta," she whispered into my ear while caressing my hard-on through the cloth and pressing her enormous breasts on my chest. My sweet Iveta threw us an appreciative look and slowly walked towards us. She kneeled next to my left leg and examined the bump Nina was malaxing.

"What about us?" Armand protested jokingly, but both girls ignored him.

"Don't you think that he could be bigger than Armand and Roberto," Iveta asked innocently, eying Nina like an intimate accomplice.

I felt immediate relief at my wife's compliment as this was kind of a blow towards my two male colleagues. I could hear Armand and Roberto laugh, but they were definitely not laughing as loud as before.

"There is only one way to be sure," Nina replied and started opening my fly. Before I could protest she had the zipper open, and opening the slit in my shorts. My cock was so hard that it sprung free with such a violence that it nearly knocked Iveta in the face as she had come closer to watch. I had never been so hard in my entire life, the sight of Nina sitting on one of my legs and my wife next to the other was incredibly erotic.

"Wow," Nina exclaimed with wide eyes, and Iveta had such a hungry expression on her face that it looked like she was going to jump on my cock any second.

"Look here," Armand shouted, and I saw that he had drawn his own hard cock out of his pants. His cock looked quite big but maybe only half as long and large as mine was at the very moment. Iveta stood up and walked to him to pretend to have closer look but shook her head sadly.

"Sorry Armand," she said with a mock sad voice, "It looks like you have a very tough competition here."

My jealousy was gone and I felt as proud as the guy who had the biggest dick in the room. Nina started to stroke my dick.

"Wow," she repeated, "This feels almost like a steel bar."

Armand rolled his eyes up and was going to say something, when we heard noises in the corridor leading to the break room. People were talking and coming closer. Suddenly I realized what kind of picture we would give to a stranger entering this room. Two girls dressed like prostitutes and three guys, two of which were sporting massive hard-ons. I sat there like paralyzed and I saw that Armand and Roberto looked also a bit panicked. Nina just smiled, shifted herself closer into my lap and covered my hard dick with the cloth of her skirt. Now it just looked like she was just innocently sitting on the top of my legs, even though my cock was uncomfortably pressed between my belly and Nina's back.

My loving wife looked at us, got the idea and rushed towards Armand to cover up his hard-on in the same way. She had to try three time because there was not a lot of cloth on her skirt and Armand's dick sprang out on the side again, but she managed to keep it under control just as the people entered the break room. I could not decide if I was upset or relieved that she had managed to hide the awkward sight. Somehow I felt very angry that my sweet and innocent wife was sitting so close to Armand's erection but I could not say anything because three people walked into the coffee room.

Director Shannya Tweeks walked in, clad in a nice red dress hugging her figure and valorizing her impressive cleavage. She was followed by a shy asian girl in her twenties dressed business casual like, very petite and with raven black hair. She was led in by Professor Royer who seemed to push her gently with his hands on her buttocks.

"Aha! here is the team," Director Tweeks exclaimed, "Let me introduce you to Anysa Lee who will join professor Royer's team as a lab assistant."

We all greeted the newcomer with signs of the hand and nobody stood up for obvious reasons. Then they walked towards the coffee machine and continued chatting, apparently the professor was giving an overview of the research center. I tried to shift in my seat since my cock was aching in this position and I could see that Armand was in a similar uncomfortable position. We could not stand up as the three visitors could see us by just turning their heads. Nina and Iveta were grinning at each other like schoolgirls, as if this situation was incredibly funny. For Armand and myself it just seemed awkward and even a bit painful.

I tried to have Nina bend a bit forward and she understood that my cock was hurting. The rubber of her buttplug was painfully pressing into my thigh. My cock was still as stiff as a metal rod and Nina did nothing to help with it, she was even giving it some gentle strokes through the cloth of her skirt when none of the three guests were watching. Actually I noticed that Director Tweeks had given me a couple of appreciative looks, she seemed to be very pleased with me flirting so openly with my female colleague. She was probably thinking that I was still following the plan to get information on what Professor Royer was up to.

In front of me I could see Roberto slowly enjoying his cup of coffee and Armand who was now grinning because he had pushed his hand under my wife's skirt. He must have been nasty because my dear Yveta was trying to fight him off discretely while watching our three guests. I felt really upset because he was taking advantage of the situation. When nobody was watching he groped under her skirt and Iveta squirmed on his lap, he lifted her a bit, fumbled behind my wife's butt and had her sit down again. Iveta opened her eyes wide and mouthed a silent "Oh!" with an expression of total surprise on her face. She recomposed her face quickly as Anysa had turned her head into our direction. Armand waited for the new girl to turn her attention back to Professor Royer and then proudly showed us the buttplug he had just removed from Iveta's ass.

"What an asshole!" I thought, and I was not thinking about Iveta's even though it was quite incredible that such a big item was fitting into the delicate parts of my slender wife. Armand leaned towards a nearby cupboard and hid the buttplug inside.

"Good idea," Nina whispered. She raised herself, removed her plug with a nice "plop!" and settled back on my lap again. An intense heat suddenly surrounded my hard dick. Before I realized what she was doing, she had impaled herself on me, she moved a couple of times to accommodate me correctly and then just sat there, our intercourse barely hidden by her skirt. All pain was gone and I felt incredibly comfortable now.

I was however completely torn apart internally. One half of my brain just wanted to go on and fuck this incredible woman on the spot, even with all bystanders nearby. The other half just realized in horror that I was betraying my dearly loved wife, who was sitting unsuspectingly just in front of us. She was innocently sitting on Armand's lap and smiling at us. I could not imagine what her reaction would be if she found out that my dick was not pressed against my belly anymore as Armand's probably was pressed against his, but was rock hard inside Nina's pussy. Wait a minute!! Judging by Nina's position I was not possibly in her pussy but in her gaping ass! Since she had widened it so nicely with her buttplug I had slipped in without any problem!! Just thinking about it my cock grew even larger!

"Its so big!" Nina whispered. She seemed like in ecstasy, barely keeping control of her body. "Don't move," she ordered, "or I'll cum on the spot!" She hinted at the new girl who was again glimpsing in our direction. I tried to think about something else in order to get rid of my hard-on but it just felt too good. Even with Nina not moving I remained as hard as granite. I felt Nina's body shiver at times, and I could nearly feel her efforts to not cry out loud.

"Put the plug away," I managed to stutter, as Nina was dreamily playing with it. She seemed to awake from a deep trance and hid her used buttplug under the coffee table. My sweet wife Iveta approved by slowly nodding. She was not smiling anymore and had glassy eyes and a far away look. I could hear her breathing heavily and her forehead was covered with sweat. She also seemed to tremble slightly and I realized with a terrible feeling that she must have guessed that I was sodomizing her sexy colleague. I wanted to talk to her, reassure her that it was just a terrible mistake, that I had been caught by surprise, I wanted ...

"... and I guess Roberto can have you visit the rest of the research center," I heard Director Tweeks say. "He is the only one not busy I see," she added with an approving look into my eyes. "You will be able to know Armand and Bertrand better a bit later."

The new girl Anysa smiled shyly at us and walked out of the coffee room behind Francois Royer and Shannya Tweeks, and followed by Roberto who turned around to show us two fingers spread into the victory sign.

Immediately Nina started to ride me like a cowboy on a bull in heat. She was raising herself and slamming her butt down again as hard as she could, moaning loudly. An intense pleasure built up in my cock and I tried to resist it as hard as I could. Nina was moving so hard and wildly that I could just guess that Iveta was trying to stand up but was immediately pulled down violently by Armand on his lap, and this over and over again. I could hear her cry and moan because her husband was fucking another woman.

Finally Nina's body started shaking, her feet thrashed and she squirmed in my lap, shouting, "I'm CUMMMINGGGGGGGG! OOOOooooOOOH"

"Me toooooooooo, AAAAAHHHH," my poor wife shouted, and I was proud of her for still playing the part she had imposed on herself.

Nina fell to the floor in front of me, dismounting me with a slurpish sound. Like in slow motion she turned to face me as I started coming also. The first three streaks of sperm hit her open mouth and they were so thick that her mouth was completely filled, then I just came and came and cum was flying all over her face and hair, onto her chin and shoulder, large glops dripping down her cleavage. I had never come so hard in my life! Some streaks were so powerful that they must have flown accross the room onto my dear Iveta, as I could see sperm also on her sweet face. I was not sure that I could stop cumming before I had emptied my whole body of all its fluids, ***** included. Finally, after a eternity, I sprayed less and less cum before stopping completely. I was totally exhausted. I closed my eyes and leaned my head back as it was spinning wildly.

"WOAAAH!" I heard my sweet wife say. "I have never seen anything so sexy in my entire life!!" She had sperm on her face and lips as well which she tried to lick away, but it was nothing compared to her colleague. Nina looked like she had bathed in cum, she was just wasted! Her hair and clothes were completely soaked and cum was running down her face and body and dripping onto the floor.

Even Armand, who was still sitting with his limp dick outside of his pants, looked completely amazed. He was the first to come to his senses, adjusted his trousers and gave me a thumbs up.

"I understand now why Director Tweeks goes out with you," he said in a serious tone. "You make Peter North look like a school kid!"

I had no idea who Peter North was, but I was not interested in it at all. As I came down from the height of my orgasm I was only worried about my wife. She was probably going to **** me at home but right now she was looking at me amorously and with an intense pride, absentmindedly licking her fingers clean from the cum she had retrieved from her stained top. Actually Nina was looking at me in the same way, caressing my still hard dick with her sticky fingers.

"Are you coming, slut?" Armand yelled, standing at the door. "We need to play round two in a quieter place."

"Coming! " my loving wife shrieked happily. She bent quickly towards Nina, licked up a large glob of cum from her colleague's cheek and swallowed appreciatively.

"I think I will also need to play round three, four and five!" she giggled before following Armand outside.

I did not really understand what game they were going to play again after what just had happened. I just felt very tired but somehow I was still hard, with Nina slowly caressing my shaft.

"We need to clean up before other people come," I managed to stutter. I tried to stand up on failing legs and to cram my still hard dick into my pants.

Nina stood up too, still fighting with all the goo on her face and clothes. He hair was glistering with cum and her top was clinging on her big tits like it was glued on by the sticky substance. She was standing with her high heels in a real puddle of sperm. She looked like a used whore but she was beaming at me as if she was the happiest girl on earth.

"Don't worry Bertrand, I will call the cleaners. But you can't go like this, we have to do something about it." She pointed greedily at my hard-on I was unable to get back into my trousers. "How about we play round two, three and four also to get rid of this?"

I did not know how a game was going to help me with my raging erection but I could definitely not run around like this. The only solution was to get some more steam off and since my sweet Iveta had walked away and was probably very mad at me, it meant that only Nina was able to help me with this. I was in a deep **** already anyway, so fucking Nina a bit more was not going to change the situation a lot.

"Nina, maybe ... umm ... if I ... hmm ... could ... you know ... you and me ...to help me ... you know ... to get rid ..."

"Do you want me to book the nice hotel room?" Nina shrieked happily, jumping up and down with her big tits juggling and cum splashing on the floor. "I will just take a shower and change into a fresh dress! Don't run away please! Just sit here and hide your nice tool until I am back!"

With my raging hard-on I was not going anywhere anyway ...

the story of a NYMPHOCOM's victim - part 4

This night I was again awoken by the incredible sensation of a dripping wet pussy riding my hard dick. I had spent the entire afternoon fucking Nina senseless in order to get rid of the hard-on which did not want to go away. I arrived home exhausted as I had to come four more times before my cock started to go limp again. Then I had waited on my dearly loved wife Iveta, but she was probably working late as usual. I felt incredibly guilty of having cheated on my sweet wife and at the same time incredibly jealous because she had disappeared with our colleague Armand who made no secret about his desire to take have sex with her. I finally fell asleep on our couch, like I had several times in the past weeks, after reminding myself that my usually so uptight wife was only pretending to be slutty in order to keep her job. There was simply no way she could even think about cheating on me.

When I felt my wife impaling herself on my erection I felt relieved that she had not found out about my afternoon with Nina. She was not mad at me and somehow she was happy to have sex with me. I smiled to myself and slowly opened my eyes.

I thought I was still dreaming because the girl riding me as if her life depended on it, was not my wife Iveta. It was the nice asian girl, Anysa, who was in the research center this morning with Professor Royer and our research Director Shannya Tweeks. Anysa had a very slim body, quite tall for an asian girl. She had small and firm tits which were bouncing as she was riding me furiously. She was repeatedly lifting herself up, revealing my shaft glistering with her pussy juices, and then letting herself fall down engulfing all of my heard meat.



She was wearing nothing else than old style black nylons and suspenders, along with some high heels which were so pointy that they had pinned holes into the fabric of the couch. I did not care because it was a dream anyway and I hoped that I would not wake up too soon.

"Very good Anysa," said the voice of my dearly loved wife Iveta, "Now we will do a reverse ride. It is similar to this position but you face away from him, your butt towards his face."

I opened my eyes. On the side of my sight, my wife was looking at the scene, holding a video camera. She was dressed in a black latex skirt which could not hide that she was not wearing any panties, and a matching cup-less latex bra which was pushing her small breasts out, making them look much bigger.

Anysa swiftly obeyed Iveta's command and dismounted my cock. Pussy juices dripped on my lap showing that she was completely turned on by what she was doing, but nevertheless she was behaving as if she was under my wife's direction. She grabbed my hard dick and guided it back into her cunt. The sight of her tight ass, with her nice olive-colored asian skin was unbelievable. I could not resist and started grabbing her ass-cheeks. They felt very real and I realized with a shock that I was not dreaming at all.



Anysa shrieked happily and turned back at me smiling.

"Oh hello Bertrand," Iveta said casually. "Nice to have you awake finally." She was continuing to film Anysa's cunt filled with my cock but was beaming at me too.

"I hope you don't mind, we had an urgent request for a shooting and Professor Royer suggested that we ask a colleague for help. Nina said that you would be the best as you have the biggest and longest penis in the team."

"You ... you ... talked to Nina?" I stuttered, and a nauseating feeling of guilt crawled through my guts.

"Of course, we talk to each other all the time," my incredible wife answered, surprised, "Anyway, we came here because I knew that you wanted to fuck me tonight so I hoped that we could get you to help with this work. As you were asleep we already started with the blowjob, but the riding woke you up I guess. Its amazing that you can get so hard while ********!"

Anysa and Iveta laughed heart-fully at this remark and I relaxed a bit as my wife either did not know what I had done to Nina or she was not mad at it. And by the way my cock was buried in the hole of my new Asian colleague and she did not seem to mind either. She was even taping it!!

"So what ... um ... work are we talking about?" I inquired, now fully awake and aware of the burning sensation of Anysa's pussy. The awesome Asian girl was not moving anymore as if she was waiting for further instructions.

"You know that our customers can choose any office assistant to ... hmm ... help them with the projects we implement at the research center?"

I nodded slowly and felt a bang to my heart when I remembered how my so sweet and innocent wife went with this ugly, bald and obese investor, Alain Barquier.

"Well Professor Royer wanted to allow our clients to see the office assistants on the web. However he did not want that the photos and videos relate to the research center as he was afraid our competitors would copy our idea. This is why he thought of disguising all of this as a normal plain porn website."

"You ... you ... are publishing photos and videos of yourself on a porn website??" I exclaimed, completely taken aback.

"Nooo Bertrand, not at all," my wife replied patiently, "we are only *pretending* that it is a porn website. It is just camouflage, you understand? Who would be able to realize that the girls on 'naughty office sluts dot com' are in fact very serious office assistants in a very serious research center?"

"But this is ... porn ... sex ... I mean ...," I stammered.

Anysa turned around and looked straight in my eyes.

"This is not sex Bertrand," the incredible asian girl said. "I have a boyfriend I would never cheat on! If this was sex I just could not do it. It is just normal and usual work, so I have no problem with it."

I looked at my hard pole disappearing in her drenched pussy and tried to convince myself that this was not sex. It must be normal work if everybody was saying so and the feeling was just too good to allow my tired brain to think correctly. I started pumping up and Anysa beamed and resumed her riding enthusiastically."



"Very good," my sexy wife said encouragingly, "now try to talk dirty like we discussed."

Immediately Anysa started to talk like a whore in heat.

""Yes," she gasped. "Fuck me like the filthy cum-guzzling slut I am!!! Take this cheap cunt harder!!! Fuck me with your big dickkkkk!"

She went on like this for a couple minutes and Iveta was filming every second. I was really surprised when I noticed that she had her other hand on her pussy and stroking it slowly.

"So good, so good, so good," Anysa grunted in time as she rode me over and over. She growled loudly, and threw back her head in passion. "Yes, I'm comiiiiiing!!!"

She came hard, gasping for breath, her entire body trembling, screaming out loud, "Oh God yes, oh my fucking God!"

"Great orgasm!" Iveta complimented, "You are a really gifted model, Anysa. Cut! Let's arrange for the next scene."

Anysa dismounted my member with a slurping sound and pussy goo came running down her thigh. Iveta put down the camera and came to her colleague to rearrange her suspenders which had slipped a bit. She noticed Anysa's drenched leg, looked around for something to wipe it with and, since nothing was at hand, she just bent over to lick it clean. Anysa winced in ecstasy when my wife's pink tongue finally cleaned the space between her pussy lips. She lapped at it for a minute while Anysa squirmed at the aftermath of her orgasm. I nearly blew my load at the sight of my once so prude wife licking the juicy cunt of another woman.

My loving wife then turned her attention to my cock which was still standing steel hard. She decided that it was needing some cleaning as well and proceed to take it into her mouth. I realized that my cock seemed even longer than yesterday when I felt its tip pass Iveta's tight throat and plunge into her stomach. She looked as if she was doing that everyday as a morning exercise and did not seem to realize that she was handling that better than most professional porno star. My dick was fully erect and probably 30cm long but she had her nose on my belly and her tongue was flicking over my balls. She did not even ***** and repeatedly deepthroated me until she estimated that I was clean enough.

"Let's do some anal," she exclaimed after catching her breath. "Anysa, get on all fours on the floor and Bertrand you will come from above and I'll film from behind."

The sweet asian girl immediately positioned herself as desired. She reached for her cunt from below and I watched her middle finger disappears between her pink lips. She then withdrew her wet finger out of her pussy, and slowly eased it into her asshole. Iveta helped by licking her colleagues asshole with a lot of spit so that her tight backdoor was soon nicely lubricated.

Iveta then went back to grab her camera and Anysa reached for her asscheeks and gently pulled them apart. The sight of her tiny ass ready to be sodomized made my cock grew even larger and I was concerned where this would stop. I positioned myself above my colleague's fine ass and slowly eased my huge cock past the tight muscle of her asshole. While I buried my meat deeper and deeper, the little asian girl was fingering her pussy wildly and I could feel her body shiver with the approach of a new orgasmic wave.