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Dirty Work
by Caitlyn Masked
It started out as a regular job. Working as Dr. Anna Vilvilovich's
personal assistant was going to look great on my resume. Sure, it
stopped me from completing my graduate degree, but it practically
guaranteed a job with her firm. And how often does a grad student like
me get the chance to work with the CEO and founder of the world's
foremost advanced research and technology group.
When the guys kidded me about working for a woman, I couldn't believe
their nativity. I mean it would be one thing to grow up, go to school,
do groundbreaking research, and start up a company like this as a man.
But how much extra drive, intellect, and perseverance would it take to do
the same thing as a woman? If I can learn even a fraction of her
secrets, I'll jump start both my career and my life! I signed all the
non-disclosure agreements and employment contracts without reading
through them and eagerly started work.
Of course, the first couple months was tedious. Oh, not going to the lab
and checking on her company's progress... that was insightful and
wonderful. But Dr. Vilvilovich seemed to really want me to help manage
her personal life too. Not only did I have to know her every
appointment, but I had to know what she did in them. Her own personal
research in how the human brain physically carried out consciousness was
amazing but learning about how often she went to the hair salon, how she
liked her hair cut and colored, what type of lingerie she liked to
purchase, and even learning how to exercise with her in her yoga and
Pilates classes was just fluff that I had to get through. She even had
me learn all about her husband and their marriage. I mean it's one thing
to know the boss's anniversary and what type of ties her husband liked,
but she actually quizzed me on HIS sexual preferences. Knowing that my
boss was willing to dress up for her husband and give him long slow
sensuous blow jobs seemed a bit too personal to me.
After 10 weeks of her teaching me all about her job and her personal life
and quizzing me every other morning on it, I probably knew her life
better than anybody else in the world. When she said I was ready for the
meat of my job I thought she was going to turn me loose on the research
wing and I'd get to really start to use my formal education. I couldn't
have been more wrong.
In her private lab she explained exactly what her research was going for.
The full transference of one human mind and soul into another human body.
And she was close to perfecting it... the only thing stopping her was the
normal cellular degradation that limited the transfer down to roughly 12
months. She even showed me the records of the recent transfer that ended
only 4 months ago. I didn't want to even think about how she performed
that specific of research as there is no way that those types of trials
were FDA approved. That's when she dropped the bomb on me. She was
performing that research on herself and her personal assistants. And
she'd be performing it on me!
I felt the prick of the needle in my neck and the world went black. When
I opened my eyes next, I was looking at my own body. I quickly realized
that I was seeing this through Dr. Vilvilovich's eyes. I was a passenger
in her head as she walked over and started laying my still breathing body
on the table and hooking up an IV to it. She told me... somehow in her
mind as she wasn't actually speaking... that not only was I now part of
the experiment, I would be allowing her time to deep think on her
research. She told me that there just weren't enough hours in the day to
do everything that was important to her. Thinking about her research
would take up hours of her day. Running her company was a 12 hour a day
job plus the actual lab time for her research. Taking care of her body
and taking care of her marriage were also time consuming. That's where
I'd come in.
During any activity that required her direct attention.... research,
board meetings, phone calls with her family and friends... she would be
in control as she was now. I'd see everything, feel everything, and
experience everything as a passenger in her head. But when there were
more mundane tasks or simply things she didn't want to directly attend
to, she would step back and let me have full control of her body.
While she hooked up an IV of parenteral nutrition to my seemingly
unconscious body she told me that I'd also be caring for my body, then
reminded me that if I decided to do anything to ruin her personal or
professional life, if I tried to tell anybody of her less than moral and
ethical research, or if I tried to sabotage any of her doings, that she
could easily lock my body in this room and let it die. Roughly a year
later, her mind would let go of my consciousness and I'd be just as dead
as my body.
I agreed to her terms and we started that day. During a conference call
she was on she told me to occasionally remind them that 'I' was listening
and agree with whatever they decided, then she was simply gone. I had no
sense of her presence and I was in complete control of her body. I did
as she said and listened in, occasionally saying things that reminded
them I was here, while at the same time moving around and seeing how it
felt to control this body.
It seems muscle memory is a property of the body instead of the mind as I
found that my movements mirrored hers exactly, even down to writing with
her left hand while I'm naturally right-handed. When the call was
finished, and I hung up, I waited for her to return for nearly an hour.
When she did finally come back, she explained that she had no sense of
time when she was gone and that I'd simply have to trust that she'd
eventually be back.
Later that day I repeated the control of her body while at the gym. It
now made sense why she was willing to spend so much time keeping her body
in tip top shape as she didn't actually have to do the aching stretches
and gym routines. When she didn't return after the work out, I did as I
hoped she would do and went back to shower. Seeing all the women
comfortably expose themselves was as exciting as it was disconcerting
having those same women refer to me as Anne or Anna. Without even
thinking about it, my body seemed to know just how to clean itself with
only minor inputs from me. I even found myself balancing myself
precariously on one foot while I shaved my leg to baby smoothness.
Dr. Vilvilovich returned as I was driving her Mercedes back to the office
and took over without even a thank you. When we got back, I could easily
see the value of her stretching her time in this way as she wrote down
the leaps and bounds she was making in her 'deep thinking' research. I
was amazed at her mind in how she could keep all these facts and figures
in her head as much as I was amazed in the sensual nature of her body.
The days that followed were much the same. Dr. Vilvilovich worked
tirelessly, and any time she didn't need to actually be mentally present
would simply disappear, leaving me to take her place. I was there at the
ribbon cutting ceremony of her new research center. I was there at the
daily meeting with her senior vice presidents and presided over mundane
decisions regarding her business. I was there to copy and correlate the
data from her daily lab research sessions. I attended her weekly lunch
with her friends as a passenger but did the driving to and from her
appointments. And of course, each day I had an hour to take care of my
comatose body. Feeding it, moving it, doing its physical therapy.
Just as I thought I was starting to predict when Anna, as I now thought
of her, was going to come and go, her husband Maxim returned from his
month-long vacation. I got to be a passenger as she greeted him with a
big hug and kiss and intimately felt his hands wander over the toned body
that I was working so hard to maintain. I was surprised to actually feel
her arousal. I could feel her heart speed up, her breasts engorge while
her nipples hardened, and even her pussy grow puffy and moist. For
nearly an hour I listened to them catch up and share the normal every day
small talk that someone like me would never hear from a couple.
Later that night after she dressed in her silky teal lingerie, her pure
silk stockings, and her designer dress and shoes, I felt her just
disappear. Now in control I had to go down to 'my' husband and have him
escort me to his sports car. It felt radically different to have his
hand casually lay on my knee and stroke my thigh when I was in control as
opposed to just experiencing it as she let him do the same thing earlier
in the day. When we arrived at our destination, I figured out why she
had left... we were going to the opera. And just as I knew so many
intimate things before I ever joined her body, I knew that she hated the
opera and only attended them because Maxim was a devoted fan.
After three hours of Italian screeching, I expected Anna to come back,
but instead got to chat with 'my' husband as we ate a late dinner at an
exclusive restaurant. I had to again be thankful for this body's memory
as it seemed to know that the doors would be opened for it and that the
chairs would be pulled out for it. When dinner was over, and Maxim
ordered us desert, it came to me why this evening felt so special.
It was their 10th anniversary.
Having a man look at you with true love in his eyes was unsettling enough
but having him pull my hand to his mouth and place a large diamond ring
on it was downright disturbing. I kept expecting Anna to come back as it
was obvious that Maxim had planned this special day and evening. But she
didn't come back for the specially prepared cr?me br?l?e cheesecake. She
didn't return for the passionate kiss that followed and the whispered
words of love. She didn't return for the drive to the hotel with Maxim's
hand climbing up my dress and tickling along the edges of my silky
panties. She didn't return when he wrapped his arm around me and walked
me right past the check in counter and on to the private elevator to the
honeymoon suite. She didn't return when he pulled me close to him and
started undressing me.
I tried my best to not let this passionate man know that I wasn't his
loving wife of 10 years. Much of the actions were taken care of by the
body's natural motions. Wrapping my legs around him when he lifted me up
was done without my consent. Reaching down to unhook his belt and unzip
his pants were done without my deciding to do so. Groaning as his thick
cock filled my quivering pussy was all mine but leaning over and biting
his shoulder as we climaxed together was another decision made by this
body.
In the middle of the night I was awoken, not by Maxim's loving arm draped
over my naked body, but by Anna coming to the forefront. She seemed to
recognize just how long she was gone as I could feel her regret, but she
still took the time to get out of bed, pad to the bathroom with her
purse, and meticulously write down her notes. I didn't quite understand
what she was doing after writing her notes down when she turned around
and examined her backside in the mirror, going so far as to spread her
cheeks and delicately wipe a finger around her puckered anus.
When she asked me the question, I was silent for several moments as I
wasn't accustomed to her actually speaking or even thinking to me. When
I did realize that her query was directed at me, I was shocked and scared
and answered that no, Maxim hadn't taken my anal virginity. She remained
silent, but I could feel her emotions running through her head and could
even get a sense of her memories as she obviously played them over in her
head. From what I could gather she was nervous about a promise she made
on their wedding night. While Anna was happy to have normal sex, she
didn't enjoy giving or receiving oral or receiving anal. But as he had
made some kind of sacrifice for her, she was willing to start giving and
receiving oral. Last night's action now took on a new sense of
anticipation as it seems Anna's desires were why Maxim and I only made
love in the traditional method. He was giving his loving wife the
evening that she desired.... And the next day would be sex in the way he
desired.
And more than that, it would be fulfilling that promise made 10 years
ago. If Maxim remained loyal and monogamous for their decade of
marriage, Anna had agreed to give him the anal sex he so desired. And
from her frightened nervous feeling I could only assume that Maxim had in
fact remained monogamous. All of a sudden, she seemed to make up her
mind. I once again got to experience opening up and being made love to
by my loving husband, but this time as a passenger. As she and he
cuddled in post coital bliss she leaned over to lazily kiss him and
reaffirm her promise... I actually felt the words spill past 'my' lips
and say that from now on he could make love to her in any way he so chose
and that tomorrow she would not only willingly perform all the acts that
he loved, but willingly and repeatedly let him take her from behind.
As Anna's body laid down and snuggled back up to her husband I felt two
things simultaneously... Maxim's finger nestles between my rear cheeks
and tickle along my rear entrance, and Anna slip back into her deep
research.
Leaving me to fulfil her promise.
By the time the rising sun woke me up, Maxim was stepping out of the
shower and getting himself ready. Looking at him and specifically seeing
the almost worshipful way he looked at me, I came to a conclusion. Even
twenty-four hours ago I don't think I could have even considered this.
But after seeing just how much he loved Anna... how much effort he put
into doing things he thought was making her happy, I knew that he
deserved better than what she was doing to him.
Running away and letting some random man... me... do the sexual acts she
thought of as depraved was just cruel. I knew Anna better than I knew
anybody, and therefore knew that she loved her husband... but that didn't
excuse this. Instead of following every instinct in my masculine mind, I
committed to reflect the undying love I felt flowing from this wonderful
man.
I didn't even wait for us to check out. With the bright sun filling our
room I walked toward him seductively... surprised that evidently Anna had
never put on a sexual show for him as the body didn't seem to know what
to do. The surprise and desire in Maxim's eyes were all I needed though
to know that I was doing it right. I slipped out of my dress but left my
lingerie on, knowing that my man liked to see me half dressed like this.
After only removing his pants I had him sit on the bench and laid out
next to him. I only hesitated a moment, swallowing what little of my
male pride was still showing just before swallowing down my loving
husband's thick hard cock.
I instinctively knew that I could hurry this process along. A turn of my
tongue here, a tickle along his balls there... little things that would
make him cum as quickly as possible. But instead of letting the body
take over, I took full control and continued at a leisurely lazy pace. I
wanted my man to enjoy his special day.
After a dozen minutes of my love's moaning and groaning, I encouraged him
to take the next step. I let go of his full big balls and guided his
hand back to my soaked panties. His excitement at what I was indicating
was obvious in the extra swelling of his cock in my mouth and his
trembling hand nestling between my ass cheeks to tickle again at my rear.
So here I am. I'm in the body of a decidedly brilliant and devastatingly
beautiful woman making slow sensuous love to my husband with my mouth and
willingly even encouragingly inviting him to prepare my rear virginity to
be taken. I know I could make him take me right now, reducing the time
for me to groan and wiggle as his large cock opens me up as I've never
experienced before... but I have to admit that I AM falling in love with
my husband and want to treat him right. No... I'll finish him in my
mouth and then when he's ready, let him take me from behind. He'll last
a long time, but it's the love that I want to show my man.
It's not just the dirty work that Anna refuses to do. It's the loving
work that I want to do.
-- The End --
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