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I always had a fascination with the sciences. Didn't matter much to me what it was; biology, chemistry, physics, even some of the more outrageous stuff you'd find scrawled on conspiracy theory threads at 4AM. If it pushed the boundaries of human ability, I was all for it. My grandfather started a company, you see; the Stafferson Offices of Human Advancement. SOHA, if you will, though he never liked it being abbreviated like that. It was he who bequeathed his first chemistry set to me when he died and now, twenty or so years into the future, I found myself standing outside one of his company's more remote laboratories, feeling like a hive of bees had just been kicked in the pit of my stomach.
Terry Stafferson, the lowly intern at his own family's company. It sounded like a fucking joke, but it wasn't something I was overly mad about. I was sure to work my way up, one way or another.
With a deep breath, I stepped through the sliding doors and gave my name to the receptionist, who gave me the look. As in, "Oh, you're the grandson of one of the greatest pioneers of modern science? Could have fooled me." I hated that look with a passion. Yes, maybe my hair was a little greasy, and yes, maybe I was due for a shave, but that didn't warrant her being such a judgemental bitch.
It was around about then that I caught myself in my internal tirade. I hadn't slept since accepting the job offer two weeks prior. It was starting to get to me.
"Ah, Terry Stafferson! The man, the myth and the legend himself!" A brash voice called from a sleek stairwell, throwing me rather off-kilter.
A woman bedecked in a lab coat bearing the company logo glided towards me, flicking a strand of reddish hair over her shoulder as she smiled a dazzling smile. This wasn't the kind of person I was good at dealing with. Even if I managed to look away from her frankly impressive bust and the sway of her hips, the light glinting off her ruby lipstick and the glimmer of her saffron eyes was enough to get me a little hot under the collar.
I was the guy who had wet dreams up until he was seventeen. Fantasies had a habit of forcing themselves upon me.
"Um... Y- Yes...?" I shakily replied, like some kind of nervous rat, which I no doubt resembled at that very moment.
The lady scientist grabbed my sweat-slicked hand and shook it vigorously. Getting grabbed by such a sexy woman would normally cause unwanted reactions downstairs, but with a little foresight on my part, I had already tucked Little Terry into my waistband. Still, the smell of her perfume was enough to completely throw me for a loop.
"It's so good to finally meet you! God, you're exactly how I pictured you! Terry, son of Clyde, son of Damian!" she laughed, listing off my immediate family like she regularly broke bread with them.
"I- Is that so...?"
"Of course! My name is Professor Lucia Davadis, but you can call me Lucy, of course! You know, I was your grandfather's personal assistant, back in the day. Can I say that you look almost like a skinnier version of him?"
I didn't feel particularly complimented by that statement, but she was looking at me in such a way that I could barely stammer out a single word. Not to mention, I could see right down her top. I never considered myself to be too into older women, but I was starting to reconsider my preferences just as she clapped a hand on my shoulder and directed me up the stairs, scaring the everloving shit out of me.
"Ah, what am I doing? Here you are like a deer in headlights and I'm prattling off about times gone by! Come on, let's get you set up! We've got a very special project lined up for you!"
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Thirty minutes after stepping through the door of the SOHA Special Research Facility, and I was already looking like a regular scientist. A sleek white coat over a neat set of brand new dress clothes, and even a tie in my favourite shade of red. As I looked myself over in a mirror, Lucy clapped her hands and smiled. Her breasts jiggled with the movement, but before I could ponder as to what their measurements were -somewhere around D, I imagined- she interrupted my silent musings with a delighted trill.
"Wonderful! Don't you look the part!"
I gave her an awkward smile.
"Y- Yeah, it fits real good. Thank you, miss."
"Aw, look at you. Who knew that Clyde Stafferson had such a cute son?"
She held my cheek and cooed in my ear, which sent a whole range of emotions surging through me, mainly confusion, but also arousal. Again, I silently thanked God for waistbands.
"So, shall we...?" Lucy asked, gesturing towards the door.
I nodded.
The SOHA building was a hodge-podge of labs, testing chambers, engineering wings and even a few lecture halls. Having to follow Lucy's brisk pace through the sterile hallways, I could only catch a glimpse of each chamber through reinforced windows, but in those few seconds, I saw some amazing stuff. Half-assembled robots, fonts of multicoloured chemicals, even an honest-to-God laser cannon. I really wanted to stay and watch as they prepared to test-fire it, but my guide was adamant that we continued with the tour.
"Ah ah, come on now, Terry, we've still got more to see. Besides, if you keep watching, you'll burn out your retinas!" she informed me in an oddly cheerful voice.
She was explaining things to me as we toured the building, but I was scarcely listening to a single thing she said. I was too focused on her. For a woman in her late thirties -I assumed so, anyway- she had a great body. Positioned behind her, I was treated to a first-class view.
"... some paperwork, but I'm sure that won't be an issue. Okay, Terry?"
"Huh? Oh, yeah, sure! A- Absolutely!"
We stopped outside of an elevator locked with some kind of scanner. With a wink in my direction, Lucy produced a keycard from her cleavage and swiped it through the device, causing it to beep. As the lift kicked into gear, she slipped it back between her breasts and nudged me.
"HR says to stop storing company property in an inappropriate manner, but I'm sure you'll keep my secret, right?" she teased, digging her elbow into my stomach.
I could only laugh weakly in reply. With a ding, the elevator opened and we stepped inside. Lucy pressed a button and we began to descend into the building's basements.
"So, I take it you consent to all we've discussed?" she queried, glancing up at me with alluring eyes.
Oh shit. I probably should have listened.
"Er... yeah, of course. Th- This job means everything to me!" I piped nervously, my voice cracking at an unfortunate time.
I don't know if that was the right or wrong move to make, because the smile she pulled made me all kinds of uneasy. It was different to her usual beaming expression; more predatory, somehow. With a suppressed giggle, Lucy sauntered over to the elevator's control panel and prodded a few buttons, causing the entire thing to grind to a halt. The lights flicked off, just before the emergency lighting kicked in, bathing the pair of us in dull red light. As I looked Lucy up and down like a terrified rabbit, I realised that she was sizing me up; a wolf that had been presented with... well... a terrified rabbit.
"Terry, sweetie... Anything you wanna confess before we continue...?" she asked, pressing herself up against me.
My back was to the wall -in both senses of the phrase- but I wasn't ready to accept what was happening before my eyes. Even as her husky tone of voice and intoxicating perfume drove my mind in circles, I managed to stammer out a few words that I hoped would save me.
"M- Miss Davadis! Wh- What are you- MMF?!"
She pounced. Pinning my wrists against the wall, Lucy pressed her lips against mine and slowly slid her tongue into my mouth, shocking me to the core. I couldn't react. I could only stand there helplessly as her tongue swirled around mine, inciting embarrassing little moans from the back of my throat. I had lived twenty-six years of my life having never felt the touch of a woman, and now it was all being dumped on me at once. The luscious lips pressing against mine, the bountiful chest pinning me in place, the creeping fingers that were slowly reaching for my belt... It was all too much.
Eventually, Lucy pulled away, a string of saliva still connecting our mouths. She smirked and wiped the lipstick that she had smeared all over my face.
"I'm not so naive as not to notice your wandering eyes, sweetie. You just couldn't help yourself, could you?"
"I... I'm sorry, it's just... uh... I- I didn't mean to..."
Laughing, Lucy leaned forward and planted a kiss on my neck.
"Aw... I love honest boys..."
Reaching up, she whispered into my ear, causing nearly every hair on my body to stand on end. Mind, that wasn't the only thing standing to attention.
"Being the boss' family, I suppose I should show you some perks of the job, huh?"
She dropped to her knees, and with practiced efficiency, began to unbuckle my belt. Three short, sharp movements followed, and before I knew it, my belt was on the floor, my zipper was pulled all the way down, and my trousers were around my ankles. She paused for a moment, brow furrowed as she read the words printed on my underwear. It was a novelty pair I bought when I was drunk; I wasn't exactly expecting anyone to actually see them.
"Life is soup, I am fork?" Lucy read, glancing up with a confused look on her face.
"Th- They were my only clean pair," I stammered a little too quickly, doing nothing to improve my self-image.
She laughed a little, thank god, before suddenly pulling them away, revealing what lay beneath. My stiffened cock sprang forth and bopped the lady scientist on the nose, inciting another giggle from her. Smiling that lascivious smile of hers, she reached up with one dainty hand and ran a finger along my length, sending tingles throughout my entire body.
"Hm... Five point four inches, am I right?" Lucy queried, raising an eyebrow.
Holy shit, she was bang on.
"U- Um..."
"I'm a scientist, sweetie. I've got a good eye for measurements," she said, winking.
Without any further words, she leaned forward and slowly licked my penis from hilt to tip, her eyes locked with mine the entire time. Her tongue, rough and warm, made me feel things that I had never felt before, sensations I could never hope to replicate with my right hand and overactive imagination. Giving the head a gentle kiss, Lucia Davadis pursed her ruby lips and took my dick into her mouth, taking her sweet time in devouring one inch after the other. By then I was wheezing incoherently, far past the stage of being able to form proper sentences. Once she reached the base, Lucy winked at me once more as her cheeks hollowed out, before she slowly drew her head back. The vacuum-sealed tightness of her plump lips and the slow swirling of her tongue was almost too much for me. I had to bite my lip to prevent myself from busting right there.
As I stood there, my member smeared with lipstick and saliva, Lucy reached around and grabbed my ass, denying any chance of escape. Not that I wanted to. She slowly began to pick up the pace, never once dropping suction or even stopping to take a breath. Her tongue switched techniques every few seconds; from running along the base to swirling around the head, and everything in between. Every now and then, her teeth would lightly scrape the underside of my dick, causing me to shiver as I leaned against the wall, gasping for breath. My face was red and my heart was hammering, and still Lucy was going at it, hammer and tongues. By then, she had built up a momentous pace and I was getting dangerously close to ejaculation.
"M- Miss Davadis...!" I stammered in a feeble attempt to warn her.
In reply, she simply reached up and grabbed my wrists, before firmly planting my hands on the back of her head, as if instructing me on what to do. Even if her mouth wasn't full of stiff cock, I knew exactly what she was trying to say.
'Go right ahead, sweetheart.'
And believe me, I didn't need telling twice.
Grabbing handfuls of Lucy's gorgeous red hair, I cried out rather feebly and rammed my dick into her mouth, as far as it would go. The waves of pleasure had grown too much for me, and all at once, it all came surging forth. I came in my employer's mouth, and by God, I came hard. To her credit, even as I was cross-eyed and damn near choking her, Lucy never once lost her composure, even continuing to stimulate me with her tongue. After what seemed like an age, she at last coaxed every last drop of cum out of me, draining me dry. Giggling, she slowly pulled her head back and released my softening dick with a wet "pop". Smiling cheekily, she opened her mouth, revealing just what I mess I had made.
I collapsed onto the floor of the elevator, shivering all over. And just like every time I jerked off in the past, the eventual horror and realisation hit me.
"M- Miss Davadis...! I- I am so sorry...!"
She shook her head and shut her mouth, instead raising a finger to silence me. After a moment of tentative silence, Lucy swallowed.
"Haah, that was wonderful, Terry! You have potential!" she trilled, acting as if I hadn't just spent the past few moments blowing my load inside her mouth.
I would have answered her, but by then I was drowning in equal parts shame and exhaustion, quivering as I stared up at her. Lucy just pulled a tube of lipstick and a hairbrush from her bag, and once she had readjusted herself, she looked as if nothing had even happened.
"Here, get yourself cleaned up," she spoke, handing me a small pack of tissues.
I stammered a word of thanks and awkwardly wiped away the small mess I was making on the floor. Once that was over with, I grabbed my belt and nervously pulled my trousers up, staring hard at the floor as I fumbled with the belt buckle.
"All done?" Lucy asked, leaning by the control panel.
"Y- Yeah, yeah..."
She nodded and pressed a button, causing the lift to jump to life once more. As we descended, I stood there in silence, replaying the last few minutes in my head, over and over again. I had just met this woman, and in the space of a couple of hours, I had just blown a load down her throat. What the fuck was going on?
The elevator dinged and halted in place. Turning on her heel, Lucy flashed a smile at me.
"Ready to begin your work, Terry?"
I swallowed hard.
"O- Of course!"
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