Investment Opportunity free porn video

It was the kind of call I usually have screened by my assistant. Being in the venture capital business, I'm used to people sucking up to me for money. I've put together some big deals and been well compensated for my trouble. Not yet 40, and I had the summer house in the Hamptons and the Maserati in the garage along with a lot of other toys. I was looking to retire by 45, and I was well on my way. The call was from Daniel Washburn. I'd met him a few times; he was brilliant but eccentric. He'd introduced the new line of mini-computers that was giving the boys at Apple a run for their money. He'd been said to have gone into seclusion recently, but that was what he always did before springing a surprise on the world. He was in his mid-30's and was already a billionaire. I was irritated at DeeDee, my new assistant, and I'd have to chew her out later. She'd only been here a few weeks after my old assistant Sheila got a new job, but she'd highly recommended DeeDee on her way out the door. I didn't like taking calls out of the blue. Everything needed to be planned and choreographed. But here I was. "Hello, Dan. George Bryson." "Surprised to hear you taking my call," he said in the reedy voice I'd remembered he had. "Well, I don't normally. My assistant went AWOL." That was it for the pleasantries. "George, I've got a big project that I've been working on and I'm going to need to line up some investors." "Dan, you don't need me. You're practically self financing." There was a pause on the other end of the line. "This is a little different. It's, shall we say, off the books." My antennae went up. This could either be really good or really bad. "I've just sent over a confidentiality agreement that I'll need you to sign before we go any further." At that moment, DeeDee opened the door and presented me with the piece of paper for my signature. Now she shows up, I thought. "I'll scan this and send it back to him, Mr. Bryson," she said as she turned on a dime and headed out the door. She had a great butt, I noted. It was another harassment suit in the making, but I wanted to bone her in the worst way. Paying them off always worked before, anyway. "You should be seeing the document momentarily, Dan." "I have it now. What I have to tell you remains secret or I'll have a SWAT team of lawyers on you before lunch." I was used to dealing with confidential information, so I found it annoying but let it pass. "George, there have been all kinds of advancements in the computer industry and technology in general. There have also been huge advancements in biology, decoding the genome, targeting of treatments and DNA manipulation. What if we were to marry all of those things together?" I was rolling my eyes, but kept quiet on the phone. "I've made some breakthroughs that I'm not sure the world is ready for yet, George. This is why I've kept things on the down low. It's also why my board of directors isn't aware of this. It's also why I'd need some outside money. The risk/benefit ratio is very good for those who get in early." "Dan, quite frankly, I'd need to see some kind of prospectus. I can't just raise money on a phone call. If you send-" He interrupted me. "I had something different in mind. I'd like you to come see it in person." "I'm a busy guy, Dan, I don't really have the time. Where is all this going on, anyway?" "I can't really say right now, but I'll call you back in a week to give you time to think about it." And then he rang off. I had a million other things to tend to, and before I knew it, it was after seven. I stretched my legs. The office was empty except for DeeDee and the cleaning lady. "You're still here?" I said. "I had a lot of things to work on. I'm new here, so I'm still playing catch-up." That reminded me that I had to talk to her about screening calls. "Could you come into my office for a second, DeeDee?" "Yes, sir," she said, grabbing a notebook. I shut the door behind us. Damn, that butt was fine, I said to myself before regaining my composure. "Have a seat." She sat down and crossed her legs. Was she not wearing any underwear or were my eyes playing tricks? "DeeDee, I know you're new but one of the ironclad rules I have around here is that all my calls have to be screened. I don't care if it's my mother or the President of the United States. You take a message, say I'm in a meeting, and get a number to call them back. Understood?" "Yes, sir," she uncrossed her legs and damn, I was right. For some reason my palms were getting sweaty and I was a little light-headed. Was it her perfume? I hadn't really noticed it before. She looked at me intently. "Are you all right, sir?" Her blouse seemed to have popped a button and I was staring at her cleavage. It happened so suddenly but there she was on her knees in front of me, sucking my cock. I came with gusto and she swallowed it all. I practically blacked out and was only dimly aware of her saying good night. It took a while for me to get myself together before I left my office, the cleaning lady smiling at me knowingly. The next morning, I was in early as usual, but DeeDee had beaten me in already, working on her computer. I motioned for her to come into my office. "What the hell happened last night?" I said. "Didn't you enjoy it?" She had an innocent smile on her face. The red hair and freckles gave her an innocence that was belied by the beautiful set of tits just below. She was dressed in a fairly demure business outfit that was just a little too tight in the chest, and I just wanted to grab those.... "Enjoy it? Uhh, yes, but...." "Then perhaps I could show you some more of my work skills tonight. And I'll be sure to screen your calls. Was there anything else, sir?" I was flummoxed. "Um, no." She left, and I found myself fantasizing again before I smacked myself mentally upside the head to get back to work. It was a little after five o'clock when my phone rang. It was Dan Washburn again, wondering if I'd changed my mind. Damn that DeeDee. I politely told him I hadn't changed my mind, and a second after we hung up, I had DeeDee on the line. "Can you get in here, please?" I growled. She closed the door behind her and gave me an innocent look. "Dammit, I said that I wanted my calls screened, DeeDee." "I know. I was a bad girl," she said in a little girl voice. Then she turned around to lock the door. As she unbuttoned her blouse, I felt my erection building. My palms were getting sweaty and my pulse was racing. She grabbed my tie and pulled my head between her breasts, where I inhaled the most amazing scent, surrounded by those warm globes. one-handed, she undid my belt and unzipped my pants, then quick as a flash she had her hand on my cock. She pulled me by my shaft to the couch, then stripped out of her business attire while I watched slackjawed. Her naked body was perfectly curvy, and I noticed the shaved red landing strip above her pussy. She straddled my head and pushed my face into her gash and I inhaled her scent again, ripe with the aroma of sex. Her clit was engorged, and I sucked on her love button while she humped my face. When she'd had enough of that, she pulled away and rubbed my impossibly hard cock up and down her dribbling labia. She even rubbed it against her asshole, which was a turn-on for me. Much more of this and I was going to cum in her hand; she seemed to understand this and reared back, impaling herself on my sword. . I was sweating profusely now as she controlled the rhythm of our fucking. Just when I felt like I was about to cum, she slowed down just enough to keep me from going over the edge. She did this two or three more times until my balls were ready to burst. I'd screwed plenty of women, but I'd never been in a position where the woman was calling all the shots. It felt so good that I surrendered to her. She closed her eyes and seemed to summon something extra as she writhed on top of my poor overworked pole. Her pussy's grip on me tightened like a vise, and it was too much for me; I grabbed her tits and I felt my load begin to crest. Just as I was about to shoot, though, I felt a jolt run through me, from my dick to my spine and right up to my brain. For a second or two, I had an out-of-body experience, seeming to look down on myself from above. Then there were flashes of half-seen images for another second or two. This was just one more trigger for the biggest orgasm I'd ever felt in my life. I moaned as I spastically pumped load after load of cum into that sweet wet prison. Her tight grip had released, and my jizzing member was out of control. When it was over, I lay there panting as if I'd just run a marathon, while she looked down at me with that cute dimpled face, looking like a cross between a girl scout and a porn star. "Holy fuck," was all I could say when I got my breath back. She was already up and getting herself dressed. "Can I....uh....take you home?" It was an incredibly stupid thing to say but she declined politely. "See you in the morning," was all she said as she opened the door, her heels clicking as she walked through the empty office toward the elevator. By the time I got myself together she was gone. The next day I was having difficulty concentrating whenever DeeDee was around. I needed to work, but I was finding it hard to do. At four o'clock I called her into my office. "We need to leave right away," I said. I expected some kind of protest but I got none. She left first and met me in front of the building where my limo driver picked me up. "To my place," I said to my driver as I rolled up the smoky-glass partition. DeeDee said nothing as we quickly navigated the streets of Manhattan. She said nothing as we rode the elevator to my penthouse. Once we were inside the door, though, she was on me like a lion devouring a steak. I let her be on top again; it felt strangely good to let her fuck like this. She was a lot more aggressive tonight, biting my ear and scratching my chest with a fingernail. And once again she let me live in that twilight area of near-orgasm for what seemed like an eternity. When I came, I felt that same flash of images that I'd felt the night before. I still couldn't comprehend them; they were fragments, but somehow I knew that they involved sex. This time DeeDee stayed, and we did it again. And again. And again. Each time the flash overwhelmed me as I climaxed, but they made the orgasm deeper somehow. After the last one, I drifted off to sleep so deeply it felt as if I was falling into a bottomless pit. The flashes came to me in my dreams. I woke late the next morning, well, late for me, anyway. I was usually at the office by seven; it was 7:15 before I rolled out of bed. Damn. No trace of DeeDee. I was wondering how I was going to deal with her at the office. I'd had some flings with my assistants, but this was a little different. They were usually afraid for their job or eager for career advancement on their backs. DeeDee just wanted to fuck. I was hoping she wasn't a stalker or anything. There was always hell to pay somewhere down the line with these things, not that it had ever stopped me before. I rolled into the office around 8:30, and went straight to my desk. I passed DeeDee, but our eyes never met. I wondered how long it would be before the story of 'who's he boinking now?' made it through the grapevine. But no one seemed to be paying any attention. I plowed through some paperwork, checked the market, made a bunch of phone calls, and was oblivious to the time until I heard my stomach grumbling. I was just about to call DeeDee to get me a sandwich from the deli when she came into my office. "Remember that we have to be at the plane at 6 PM." She didn't say 'sir'. "What plane?" "The plane Dan Washburn is sending for us." "Plane? What?" I couldn't get the words out. "You agreed to see him last night when he called your apartment. You insisted that I come along and he consented." I was about to tell her she was full of shit, but then I thought twice, recalling the call and that I had asked for DeeDee to come along. When had I done this? I felt like a drunk who woke up the next morning, unsure of what he'd done the night before. But I could recall it clearly now. In fact the more I thought about it, the more certain I became that it had actually happened. I made arrangements with the junior partners to keep things humming in my absence, and said that I would be gone for about, um... "For about a week," DeeDee piped up from behind me. Boy, I was glad I had her around. I was really addled today. The Lear Jet was waiting for us on the tarmac and we took off at exactly 6 PM. I'd even packed last night; why couldn't I remember this? There was a recorded video of Dan Washburn welcoming us, and he noted that my favorite scotch was in the cabinet just to the right of my seat. I was impressed. DeeDee pulled out the bottle and poured me a nice glass of it on the rocks. The first gulp went down smoothly, but I didn't remember the second..... "George? Time to wake up!" It was DeeDee's voice. I groaned, because I felt like I'd just gone twelve rounds in the ring. I ached everywhere on my body. "Where are we?" I mumbled. My throat was scratchy and dry. "We've landed, wherever we are. Looks like we've been unconscious for the whole flight." Damn scotch, I thought. DeeDee looked to be in better shape than me. I was a pretty fit guy, and I prided myself on my rock-hard abs, but right now I felt like a weakling. The door to the jet opened and warm tropical air wafted in. The bright light hurt my eyes, but I sucked it up and walked down the steps as best I could. There was Dan Washburn waiting for us, grinning. "Sorry for the rough treatment, George. I need absolute secrecy right now, you understand." I rubbed my neck. "Let me know what you put in that scotch and I'll bring it to my next tough deal negotiation." Dan grinned again. "Well, let me get you settled in. And please introduce me to your lady friend." "This is DeeDee. She's my assistant and she's bound by the same confidentiality agreement that I am." "Certainly. Come this way, we've set up the cottage for you." The 'cottage' was a pretty large suite overlooking a beach and the ocean beyond. Our luggage was carried by a very studly looking guy and a woman with Amazonian looks, and I caught DeeDee checking them out. The cottage had two large super-king beds, but I knew we'd only need one. "I'd like you to come up to the main house for dinner tonight," Dan said. "There's much to discuss." "We will," I said, but I was exhausted. "I think we might just catch up from the jet lag". I was hoping to bait Dan into a reply to at least give me an idea of our longitude, but he passed on the opportunity. "As you wish," he said. "See you at 6." I sank into the softness of the mattress and was out almost immediately. Asleep, I dreamed all sorts of weird things, pulling together the fragments of those flashes in my subconscious mind. The woman who'd carried my luggage appeared, tugging at my pants, freeing my cock, taking it in her mouth until I exploded. Then other flashes; the studly valet boning DeeDee from behind while I watched and jerked off. Just as he was about to cum, it all went hazy and..... DeeDee shook my shoulder. "It's almost time for dinner." I jumped up. Man, these were just dreams. She caught the alarmed look on my face. "Are you okay?" I took a deep breath. "Yeah, I'm fine. A shower and a shave and I'll be good to go." The steamy shower was invigorating, but when I went to shave my jaw was smooth as a baby's butt. I couldn't remember the last time I'd shaved, but it had to be at least 24 hours. I was a five o'clock shadow guy, so this was kind of weird. But it was dinner time, and I put it aside as I hurriedly dressed. Dan was relaxed in an open-collar shirt as he welcomed us to the big house. "I thought we'd eat on the veranda- it's a nice night." He was right- it was beautiful. It was a fantastic dinner, served by a number of staff, including the woman who I'd dreamed about. She caught my eye in a most peculiar way, almost winking at me. It was very disconcerting. Dan brought a bottle of wine, but I begged off. "I'm still recovering from that scotch you gave me," I said. DeeDee had no problems with the wine, though, and I thought I saw her hand touch the server who I'd imagined was fucking her from behind in my dream. It was all very unsettling and I barely touched my food. When DeeDee finished, she said that she was going to go for a walk while 'we men' discussed business. Dan lit up a cigar and leaned back in his chair. "George, I know you've got connections, and you could raise a lot of money if you did it the right way." "Well, Dan, I think you owe me a bit of an explanation about what we're talking about. You've just flown me to god-knows-where, so I think it's only fair." He blew a perfect smoke ring. "You know I've been working for years on robotics and mini-computing." "Sure. You practically invented the field." "But I'm not talking about a laptop the size of a wristwatch. I'm talking about machines at the molecular level that can control and synthesize other molecules, hormones and tissue. Computers that can reprogram DNA. Microchips that can contain a whole lifetime of memories and experiences, ready for anyone to access. Humans with advanced capabilities. And even humans with synthetic components merged with biological ones. The possibilities are endless." "This is Frankenstein kind of stuff, Dan. You know that." "Well, whoever gets in on the ground floor will make a killing." He blew another smoke ring. I decided to humor him. "How much money would you be looking for?" "Oh, a couple of billion, for starters." I chuckled. "For starters." Dan Washburn was a boy genius, but here he'd bitten off more than he could chew. "Gee, I wish I could help, Dan, but it's kind of hard to raise that kind of money in secret." His expression didn't change. "Well, I hope you come around, George. It's been a long day, so I'll let you relax. We can talk in the morning; maybe after a good night's sleep you'll have a change of heart." I wanted to say that I'd like to commandeer his Lear and get back to New York, but I decided not to be rude. He stood up from the table and said, "Candace, please escort Mr. Bryson back to the cottage and make sure he's got everything he needs." It was getting dark, but I didn't really need any escorting. However, looking at Candace I knew that this was the girl from my dream this afternoon. I immediately got a boner at the thought. I followed behind her and watched that perfect ass swaying in her jean shorts, and I could tell through her tight top that she wasn't wearing a bra either. How did he get fantasy women like her to work for him here in the middle of nowhere? He must pay well, that's all I could think. The cottage was empty when we arrived. DeeDee must still be on that walk, I supposed. Candace put the lights on low and turned down my bed. I waited for her to leave, but she stood there. Normally someone lingering was looking for a tip, but this was different. She smiled and said, "Would you like me to suck your cock again?" I was thunderstruck. "Again?" I sputtered. I hadn't imagined it! She placed her hand on my crotch and pushed her soft breasts against me. She undid my shirt, then pushed me back on the bed to pull my pants off. My rod was at full attention as she closed her mouth over the tip, her warm saliva dribbling down onto my balls. I managed to reach down far enough to pull her top over her head, exposing those magnificent mounds. As she went down on m, I felt her fingers fondling my scrotum, then teasing down below them, finally touching the pucker of my anus. Her touch sent a shiver through my whole body, and when she traced little circles around it, I moaned in delicious agony. I'd never felt such waves of pleasure emanating from this spot before, but I was enjoying it now. And when she plunged a finger in, I felt my orgasm building. Candace wasn't done with me yet, though. I felt a sweet-smelling lube being applied to my asshole as she pushed a second finger in, then a third, stretching me out so much that I yelped. Her other hand had squeezed the tip of my cock, and suddenly my impending climax subsided, leaving me helpless as she toyed with me. My eyes were closed and I was sweating profusely as I felt her maneuvering on the bed. She slowly removed her fingers and I whimpered at the loss, but I wasn't prepared for what came next. I felt something warm and spongy at my ass; she must have brought a strap-on with her. But as she rubbed it up and down my obscenely spread butt crack, I realized that this was no toy; it was a real-life cock, and she was meaning to fuck me with it. I gasped at the thought, but Candace held my legs back with a strength I couldn't match, and I felt her member slip inside my bunghole. I felt like I was going to be split apart- there was no way that would fit in my poor little hole! But she kept the pressure on, gripping my cock in her hand like a handle to help her thrust deeper and deeper. I felt a kind of 'pop' followed by the tip of her cock touching a button inside me that made my head explode. I let out a wail as I spooged all over myself. Her hips shifted into overdrive now, and even though I'd just come, the feel of her long shaft hitting my previously unknown g-spot over and over was making me crazy. I was her bitch right now, and we both knew it. She plowed to new depths and held it there for a few seconds as she shouted, "I'm cumming!" As she did, I felt the now familiar kaleidoscope of images that I couldn't explain, but that heightened the experience. My own cock twitched again as I was bent in half with Candace's heaving body on top of me. Once she was done, she pulled out fast and gave me a smack on the ass as she did so, dealing me the final humiliation as she shimmied back into those jean shorts and out the door, leaving me crumpled on the bed longing for more. "Well, that was fun," came a voice from the shadows. It was DeeDee. I died a thousand deaths. "How long.....were you there?" "Oh, I saw pretty much everything. There's a back door to this place, by the way, if you'll pardon the pun. Did you enjoy getting fucked up the ass, bitch?" I wanted to answer 'yes'. It was the most mind-blowing sex I'd ever had. Instead, I said nothing as I felt Candace's cum drip out of my sorely abused asshole and pool on the sheets . She giggled. "I might have to chase her for sloppy seconds." I wasn't paying attention, already drifting away to sleep, dreaming of beautiful women fucking me with their huge cocks. The sound woke me. My eyes opened in the darkness, and I turned in the direction of the noise. Moonlight streaming through the window highlighted the two silhouettes on the other bed, wrestling with each other. I knew it was DeeDee from those little squeaks she made during sex. Mounting her from behind was someone larger and I saw the outline of his sculpted butt as he pounded her from behind. They were very quiet but I could smell the fragrance of DeeDee's pussy even across the room. I had a tightness in my chest, and I felt my nipples harden as if they'd been rubbed by ice cubes. They felt weirdly sensitive tonight. The guy fucking her gave a couple of quick grunts and they collapsed on the bed. A few minutes later I heard her whisper, "you have to go." The door to the bedroom opened quietly and he slipped out. I closed my eyes and went back to sleep. A hand jostling my shoulder woke me. I looked up into the eyes of Candace, who said, "Mr. Washburn would like to see you in the main house. Here." She handed me what looked like a cross between a nightgown and a smoking jacket. It was pure pink silk, and I had to admit it felt very good against my skin. I hadn't moved from the position she'd fucked me in last night, and I felt the crunchiness of her dried cum on the sheets under me. "I need to take a shower first." Candace's eyes narrowed. "Mr. Washburn said that he'd like to see you now," with an emphasis on the last word. I got the feeling that Candace could whip me in a fair fight, so I put on the silk robe and followed her up to the main house. Dan was in the lobby of the big house and smiled when I came in. "Morning, George. I see Candace rousted you from bed." "She didn't give me much of a choice. I'd have preferred to have gotten cleaned up a bit first." Dan chuckled. "We need to do a little fine-tuning with her. She takes things too literally sometimes." Candace stood there, totally unoffended. "She did report that you enjoyed the dicking she gave you last night." "I was tricked. And she's pretty strong. It was more like I was raped." "But you enjoyed it anyway, didn't you George?" Candace interjected. "He had a large semen discharge after I stimulated one of his pleasure nodes, as expected." I was blushing crimson. What was I doing here in a silk gown letting these people talk about me like this? "You know, Dan, this is all really out of line. I've enjoyed your hospitality, but we'd like to be getting back to New York." Dan just smiled. "You didn't answer the question." "Yes, I enjoyed it. You probably drugged me up somehow. I've been feeling a bit off ever since we arrived here. So I'd like to go." The smile persisted. "I said to give me a week, and you agreed. You've barely scratched the surface." I was starting to worry now. I had no phone and no way to communicate with the outside world; and I was pretty much at the mercy of someone who was a megalomaniac at best. Hell, even if I could call someone I didn't even know where I was. "So I'm being held hostage?" I said it with all the bluster I could summon up. "If I'm missing for any period of time there'll be questions asked by high-profile people." "You have my guarantee that you'll be able to leave in one week," he said. That didn't really satisfy me, but I was in no position to negotiate. He put his arm around my shoulder. "Come on, I have some things to show you." He took me downstairs to a set of rooms that looked for all the world like a small clinic. In one of the rooms was a large tank full of a pinkish fluid. Dan pressed a button and from out of the fluid emerged an arm. Then another, and another. "What we're doing here is growing muscle and skin tissue around a carbon fiber frame which contains electrical systems and mechanical components. I know what you're going to say- Frankenstein stuff. But we've progressed to the point that we can offer real, working prosthetics for missing limbs. "So why the secrecy? You'd think this kind of research would be welcomed." "Until something were to malfunction. We've done some initial tests and are very optimistic, but we don't think the world is ready for the full package yet." "The full package?" Dan said nothing, but went over to Candace and pressed a small remote in his hand. She suddenly became motionless, a blank expression on her face. He pressed a spot on her neck , did a twist and....her head came off! I was utterly stunned. The headless body stood there while Dan held its head in his hands. "Candace is the full package. I decided to go for a hybrid, which is why she has a knockout body and a huge cock, a combination you seemed to enjoy last night." "She's a robot?" I was still playing catch-up. "Not exactly. She has human DNA around a synthetic frame. And her mind is a repository of downloaded experiences which her brain synthesizes to provide human interaction. She's still learning and adapting, much like a child learns and adapts to its environment." "Put that head back on, please." It was creeping me out. A few seconds later, Candace had rejoined us as if nothing had happened. Dan said, "You see why I'm not ready to share this with the world yet. But that's only half of the story. I'm also working to make humans better. That's something that's a little harder to see." "Better? How?" "Well, implants at a molecular level, tied into a central control mechanism. These implants could release extra antibodies to fight a cold. Or ward off Alzheimers and the other effects of aging. Or give that person a sexier body. I haven't yet figured out the self- regulating mechanism yet, but I'm close. Right now, I have the ability to control it in others. I've had some test subjects and the results are encouraging." While we were talking, I was starting to sweat, like the thermostat had been turned up twenty degrees. "Actually, George, one of the test subjects is you. While you were knocked out on the flight, we were able to give you a number of implanted devices. Your feeling 'off' was just them beginning their work." "What? Are you...." "Out of my mind? Not really. But I needed a Type-A personality like you for my acid test. You've already performed admirably. You've already submitted to Candace, and the memory of that is pleasurable to you. But you've been given other memories as well. I prefer to call them 'memories' rather than 'programming', because humans can't really be programmed. But give them a memory that's so vivid, so pleasurable, they'll want to go back to it again and again. The memory becomes bonded to the brain and the subject eventually thinks of them as their own." We walked further down the hallway and Dan continued. "But there's more to it than the mental component. The physical component has been at work, too. There are molecular factories that have been hard at work inside you for the past few days as well as mechanical and electronic devices. The total ecstasy you felt last night when you were submitting to Candace's cock is a result of one of those pleasure nodes. You have many more, and you'll enjoy discovering them all, I'm sure." I felt dizzy and claustrophobic, like the walls were closing around me. Dan's voice droned on. "One of the weaknesses most people have is their sexual fantasies. When they're just fantasies that can't really come true, they're contained. But when the ability is given, or even encouraged, to act out those fantasies, people seem to crumble. It's actually an interesting dynamic." He opened a door to a room with a large bed, upon which lay a study blonde Adonis, completely naked, his legs spread as he slowly jerked his swollen red shaft. I felt the image behind my eyes of a warm mouth tickling that manhood, of smelling the sweat and musk of a man on the verge of shooting his load. I felt a tingle at the back of my throat that was not unlike the feeling I had last night with Candace. It was an itch I needed to scratch desperately. A voice in the back of my mind screamed at me not to do it. But the dizziness lifted as the vision behind my eyes merged with the vision in front of it. I got down on all fours to kiss that cock, then I wrapped my lips around it and went down, down, down until- ungh- I felt it touch my pleasure node. My whole body shivered. I felt Candace's hands remove my gown, and I whimpered as I felt her hard cock at my little hole. She teased me a bit, then plunged in so hard that it rammed my throat harder onto the studly cock in front of me. Shimmers of awesomeness were emanating from both ends and I couldn't stop them. I was seized by a frenzy, writhing and sucking and swallowing and pumping. My brain just shut down and animal instinct took over. I had no idea what I was doing or what was being done to me. I was just floating above it all on some other planet, a total out-of-body experience. I was the fantasy. "Do you believe me now?" Dan's voice snapped me out of my haze. "Believe....yes," I stammered. I looked around to see that my two partners were gone. "I had to make them stop. You were being overloaded. But first, I wanted to make my point. Next, though is the fun part." Fun part? I'd just finished coming off a sexual high unlike anything I'd ever experienced. "Why don't you go back to the cottage and find DeeDee? You can come back here later." He helped me up and escorted me out of the house. I wandered down the stone path to the cottage. I was quite naked, but it seemed quite irrelevant. My brain was working so hard to process things. DeeDee met me at the door. "Are you okay?" she said. "I don't know." She put her arms around me and pulled me onto the bed. She was wearing one of those pink gowns that I was wearing. I must have left mine up at the big house. It felt good to be hugged by her; she was so soft and smelled so good and talked in such a soothing voice. "Now tell me what the problem is." There were a couple of problems, and I asked for a few minutes to clear my head. She held me to her chest and gave me the time. Finally I said, "I've lost control. Of everything. We're prisoners here; he's not going to let us leave. And he's messing with my head and with my body. And there are robots and medical experiments and it's all crazy." She said, "I was thinking we should go to the beach." I felt some of my old fight come back. I sat up and turned to her. "The beach? Are you crazy?" "Why? It's a beautiful day." She smiled. "Come on, you must have connected the dots by now. I gave you your first memory downloads when we were still in New York fucking our brains out. It was me who set up this trip and took advantage of your confusion. And I was the one who implanted your pleasure nodes on the plane while you were under a full anesthetic. From what I can tell they're starting to take hold, as they're designed to. Let's take a look." I was pretty stupid not to see how this was a set-up, but like a lot of smart guys, I'd been thinking with my dick. And what did she mean by 'let's take a look'? She pulled out a long dildo-like object that had a pulsing blue light emanating from it. I wanted to fight, wanted to run, but I remained frozen in place. My skin erupted in goose bumps as the object got closer. She bent my legs back and there was no fight in me. I felt the warm tip of the object as it contacted the ring of my anus, and I felt the buzz of my first pleasure node being stimulated. It slipped inside me so easily, as if my body had opened itself up. DeeDee fed it in until I realized she wasn't holding it any more and it was still moving inward and upward. I panicked for a second, but then it touched my next pleasure node, the one Candace had found the night before. It seemed to burst inside me, as every nerve ending tingled, and my body vibrated like a tuning fork. "What.....what's happening?" I labored to get the words out, but DeeDee whispered in my ear, "Something wonderful, honey." I wasn't sure of that, but the tingling had settled down to a warm buzz throughout my body. My brain was firing off snippets and scraps of erotically-charged memories. One minute I would be looking through my eyes at DeeDee on the bed next to me, the next minute I was kneeling in front of a man with his cock in my mouth, letting him face-fuck me. Then I would be back on the bed with DeeDee. Then I would be on all fours feeling a man's shaft inside someone else's pussy, but the feeling was so vivid, so real. I saw DeeDee again and I started sobbing. "I'm going crazy!" I wailed. She whispered something in my ear, and I found myself in another body, rocking back and forth on a big cock, feeling it just touch the pleasure nodes. My eyes were shut, but I opened them to look down at my partner. And saw myself. I was living DeeDee's memory, that night where we fucked until all hours of the morning. As I experienced her flashback, I realized that I was having more fun, experiencing a better sexual high than the guy I was fucking. He was trapped in that body, while I was a Goddess. He didn't even realize it. Scarily, I was referring to myself in the third person. It was such a heightened perception that I could feel the hands fondling my boobs and the dick inside me explode with cum. My pleasure nodes were activating..... And then I snapped back, lying on the bed. "Oh my god, I want more," I gasped. DeeDee towered over me on the bed. "That was just a teaser, honey. There are some other things we'll have to do first." I thought about what Dan had said about memories burning themselves into the brain and becoming a part of the person. That was what just happened to me, and I knew it. She wasn't letting me dwell on it, though. "Let me look at those little titties," she said. "Little titties?" She poked at my chest. "They're just starting to grow. Your body is changing at a molecular level thanks to your pleasure nodes. Fat and muscle are being rearranged, and your innards are being reconfigured. You've got a little set of boobies now." "The visions that I'm having.....they seem so real..." "They ARE real. I shared my own memories with you. They're very important for you to have." "Why?" "You'll know why when it's time. Now let me play with these." She gently tugged at my nipples, and I felt a heat building in my chest. I felt other parts of me warming up as well. Not just my asshole, but my whole butt seemed sweaty and swollen. My lips felt puffy. The pleasure nodes deep in my throat and my ass fired up. Inside my abdomen I felt another node, one I hadn't felt before, activating, I had to keep brushing the hair out of my face as I thrashed on the bed while DeeDee whispered soothing thoughts in my ear. Her lubricated fingers were massaging my crotch gently but insistently and I hardly realized that she'd pushed inward. I hardly missed my balls and cock in all the mental and physical confusion I was undergoing. My body was at war with itself, and the jagged flashes of sex in my mind didn't help matters. What did help is when DeeDee began to suck on my nipples. The feel of her lips on them seemed to calm me down. It was when I was in that state that Dan appeared. Sweat dripped off me as he surveyed my naked body. He asked DeeDee to wait outside. "It's a weird place you're in right now, I know," he said to me. "but it'll get better. You're fighting an internal battle, but one side has to win eventually. I fought this battle myself not very long ago. I developed the ability to access wonderful memories, but I couldn't act on them. I was trapped in my lumpy male body. I couldn't change it, because I was a public person. The conflict was driving me crazy....until I developed a solution." "I was able to separate the essence of a person from the memories of others. I placed the essence in one place while freeing the other to indulge in the juiciest of fantasies. That's what I did for DeeDee." "So DeeDee is a robot you built." I croaked. "No," said Dan. "I am." He let that sink in for a moment. "Dan knew that he would be useless if he let himself devolve into a wanton bimbo slut. But if he could preserve his coolly logical scientific and entrepreneurial side, his plans could move on." I fought to speak. "Why.....are you telling me this?" "Because it's important for both of you to understand." "Both of us?" "Yes. You and..." He stepped away from the bed, revealing a tall, well built man. "....him". It was George Bryson. Perfect in every way except for the large cock between his legs that glowed faintly blue. I tingled all over at the sight of him. "George is going to take things to the next level. With the financing in place, and key people in the right positions, I'm going to be able to change humanity on a grand scale. They won't realize it at first, and by the time they do it'll be too late." Dan surveyed my wide eyes and continued. "When you were in the plane we had exact measurements made. And DeeDee was helpful in securing large amounts of your, ahem, DNA," he chuckled. "When a person splits like this, there's a symbiotic relationship that persists. You're going to need him to clear the clutter from your mind, to take away the bad thoughts and conflicts. And he will need you too, in his own way. You will make him human. You will give him the gift of your memory, your essence. In return he will free you to be the fantasy creature you desperately want to be, just like I freed DeeDee. George moved closer to me. "Gigi, you're the sexiest thing I ever laid eyes on." Having him near me gave me an energy I couldn't believe. I dove toward him, taking that big cock down my throat, letting him graze my pleasure node there. But that was just the prelude. I let him take the bed while I held his firm shaft in my hands. The memory came freely to me. DeeDee's hands in an apartment in New York became mine here and now. And when it was time, I took the fat head of his dick and positioned it at the entrance of my hot little cunt. I let him slip in agonizingly slowly, feeling the hot meat as it slithered inside my hungry slit. He was making me a real woman, and I was making him a real man. Deeper now until....ungh...he rested against my final pleasure node, giving me my first female orgasm right then and there. I swayed my hips, wanting him to touch my love buzzer again and again. He groped my tits and steadied me on his huge pole as a felt the energy build inside him. I trembled as I felt the heat begin to build, as the sensation crawled up my spine, up my neck, reaching my brain as I felt the tendrils wrap around my memories, the ones I wouldn't be needing any more, the ones I gave George as my gift for making me so happy. My chest heaved with joy as I felt the anxiety and doubt drain away, replaced by the wonder of unsullied sexual ecstasy. I couldn't believe I could feel this good. My pussy clenched at his rod as it let go of its load, filling me with its goodness. I came again myself, rocking back and forth, making my own crystal-clear memories. With my master. When we boarded the plane, Mr. Washburn said to us, "I told you it would only take a week." I had no idea what he was talking about, but I was just happy that DeeDee was coming with us. Nobody could suck my nipples like her, not even my Master. He told me specifically never to call him that in public, but it's hard not to think it. He was on the phone as I pulled his slacks down. "Joe Bob, George Bryson. Listen, I have an investment opportunity for you. You can either sit on the old man's oil money or you can put it to work in something so cutting edge, you won't believe it....No, this is something you'll have to see for yourself. Tell you what, I'll have two lovely ladies escorting us tonight while we talk about it over drinks." DeeDee licked his balls as she got him nice and hard for me. He put his hand over the mouthpiece as he said, "Girls, Joe Bob will make a wonderful little slut for you to play with." The plane lifted off while Master buried his bone deep inside me while DeeDee let me lick her asshole. The vibrations from takeoff just added to the excitement, and I was looking forward to a long trip trapped with two inexhaustible sex fiends. It wasn't long before we were all at cruising altitude.